To Loki, the doors opening sounded like a gunshot, though no one else seemed to notice. It was probably because he was so keyed up, looking for Sif, expecting to see her.
And then she walked in.
His eyes widened slightly, though he fought to keep his expression under control. Her hair was short, as it should be. But why was it black? Had she dyed it? Had he made some sort of mistake?
But also, it was quite striking. And he liked the effect, though he was surprised she'd bothered with the dress. Though the juxtaposition of short hair and feminine dress did strange things to his insides, because it made her look so different from the other fluttering girls in the hall, so dark and bold.
He couldn't help it. He smiled. It was a thin, sickly one, but a smile nonetheless. Though he quickly directed his attention to something other than Sif, since he didn't want to be caught staring at her.
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And then she walked in.
His eyes widened slightly, though he fought to keep his expression under control. Her hair was short, as it should be. But why was it black? Had she dyed it? Had he made some sort of mistake?
But also, it was quite striking. And he liked the effect, though he was surprised she'd bothered with the dress. Though the juxtaposition of short hair and feminine dress did strange things to his insides, because it made her look so different from the other fluttering girls in the hall, so dark and bold.
He couldn't help it. He smiled. It was a thin, sickly one, but a smile nonetheless. Though he quickly directed his attention to something other than Sif, since he didn't want to be caught staring at her.