Sif shook her head, waving a hand dismissively. "He doesn't see them, normally," she answered, not thinking anything of it. "I know how to hide them. Besides, the only time I usually have to worry about it is at the dinner table. That's when I get the lectures. And he's not denying I've made an impression, he just doubts I've made the right one."
She sighed, moving to lean against one of the shelves, her toe scuffing against the marble tiles beneath her feet. "The fact that I've befriended the princes he approves of. It's the manner of which I have he objects to. I think he's hoping if I'm fussed up enough at this dinner that it will be enough to change that." The disdainful tone of her voice spoke clearly of her opinion on that matter.
She was fairly certain that there was no amount of frills and lace and jewels that would ever make Thor look at her like a girl, which she was very glad for, because then she'd have to ruin it by shoving his face in the dirt to remind him she could still beat him no matter what she wore.
As for Loki... She could rarely tell what he was thinking on any matter and this was no different.
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She sighed, moving to lean against one of the shelves, her toe scuffing against the marble tiles beneath her feet. "The fact that I've befriended the princes he approves of. It's the manner of which I have he objects to. I think he's hoping if I'm fussed up enough at this dinner that it will be enough to change that." The disdainful tone of her voice spoke clearly of her opinion on that matter.
She was fairly certain that there was no amount of frills and lace and jewels that would ever make Thor look at her like a girl, which she was very glad for, because then she'd have to ruin it by shoving his face in the dirt to remind him she could still beat him no matter what she wore.
As for Loki... She could rarely tell what he was thinking on any matter and this was no different.