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Loki shook her head, as her brother Thor, was distracted from their conversation by Lady Sif again. "I fail to see what draws your attention to her. She's clearly the worst woman in my opinion." She spoke, turning her head towards the female warrior. Female warriors, as Loki felt her eyes wander to the direction of the blonde warrioress.

"Come on, sister!" Thor exclaimed, slamming his mead goblet on the table. "What do you not find fascinating about her? Considering that you prefer women, I'm surprised that you lack interest in Sif." Thor turned and smiled, noticing that Sif shot him one too.

"Perhaps because she's so arrogant and the fact that she's mean to me doesn't make me like her. And she's literally a whor-" before the trickstress could finish, her brother shushed her. "Shhh! She's coming here!"

They were coming. Sif, along with Fandrelle. As they approached the siblings' table, Thor stood up and greeted Sif while Fandrelle just smiled at Loki.

"How was your training sessions today?" The trickstress asked once her brother and Sif were out of sight. Fandrelle smiled down at Loki before claiming her place on the empty stool which was beside her. "Can't complain. How was your day?"

"Rather exhausting. Had to deal with my father and political stuff which i'm not interested in," the princess replied, her sleepy eyes proving her point. She was never one to take rest often and she wasn't exactly given the time to. The All-father, although hates her, expects a bit much from her intelligence.

The warrioress' eyes looked down at the table, and back up at the emerald ones with a hint of glee in them. "Perhaps I can take you somewhere where you'll relax. I sort of need it too," she offered, which Loki found rather strange.

None of Thor's friends were kind. Not to her.

"Maybe some other time, I need some rest." Loki shrugged, forcing the slightest hint of a smile. "Oh, it's fine! You look weary." Fandrelle stood up, as if she had finished the work she  intended.

Her voice sounded emotionless, but convincing. "I better go before Thor and Sif start doing something disgusting." Her lips wore a smile as her lean legs forced their way out of the dining hall.

Loki watched her leave and heaved a sigh.

'Maybe some other time'

This was rushed :p