Asgard

He creates a world in both of their minds for them to talk. "Everytime I let my guard down, I always end up getting hurt, or worse." He looks at the blood on his shirt. "Always."

Sif

"If you ever want to be happy you always have to take the risk of getting hurt. It's the only way anyone can ever be happy. You just have to push past the fears. I do it, and you can see why. You met my hu- Thor. You met Thor."

"Mhm. And that right there is why I am leaving." Juve smiles sadly.

Sif

"No! Where would you be going?" My voice comes out more sad than I meant it to be. "I mean... Why would you be going? And to where?"

"Back to Greece. To my court. Away from here. But I will help you get away from Thor. Then, I am going to leave." Juve stands up, and walks in a small circle, running his hands though his hair.

Sif

"I don't want you to leave..." My voice is quiet, almost inaudible. "You are a powerful God. You can't leave your throne unoccupied." My voice is louder this time, but I make an additional comment under my breath, "You must be swooned over by all the God's and goddess you rule... You must make someone very happy."

Juve sighs, "My throne is being watched by my aunt."

He looks at her, "Dance?" He holds out and arm.

Sif

I take his hand, dancing with him, smiling and laughing the whole time because it feels so nice to be free dancing like this.

Juve smiles some, but still sadly. "Did you actually mean any of it?" He whispers in her ear, his lips grazing her ear.

Sif

"I did, being completely honest." I smile at him warmly and lean into him some.

"Oh really? Why is that? Or rather how?" He leans closer, then remembers she is married and pulls back some.

Sif

"You are just so strong and nice," and handsome I say mentally, before remembering he can read that. "I don't know, I just kinda fell for you."

He laughs. "Who is better? Loki, or me?" He grins evily at his stupid question knowing he will lose.

Sif

I think about it for a minute, debating the thoughts back and forth through my head,until the thought of Loki and Eris burns through my head. "You."

He laughs and releases her and sets down on the floor back against the throne, and motioned for her to come sit near him. "Come sit, my dear."