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Another job well done, if Sif said so herself. This had been a hard one, considering what it uncovered within her; however, Lorelei was back in her cell where she belonged, and all was well for the moment. Sif was relieved that Midgard was once again safe from misguided Asgardians, and that she could now be alone with her own thoughts - or proceed with the attempt to wipe Lorelei's words from her mind. They kept playing back, however, over and over again.
It was frustrating, to say the least. Sif began walking faster through the doors and hallways of the palace, fully intent on dropping a word of recent developments in the barracks and then ending up in her quarters, where she would draw hot bath and try to wash it all away.
Instead, upon pushing open the door to the barracks, she found herself...elsewhere. Stopping, Sif looked around, took a few steps back without fully closing the door, then opened it widely again. These were not the barracks in Asgard. This was nowhere she had ever been and, she was sure, nowhere Heimdall might send her to as a prank. Firstly because he absolutely wasn't the pranking type, and secondly because she would have felt it.
If Loki wasn't dead Sif might even suspect one of his tricks, illusions, special bloody portals - whatever he was experimenting with at the moment. He liked his tricks, some more harmful than others. And once in a blue moon, depending on their seriousness, Sif wasn't all too bothered by them. But that wasn't it either, was it?
Armed with her shield in front of her, and pulling loose her sword with a wrist movement, Sif clicked so it would stretch and began walking, leaving the door behind. It was unfortunate, however, because once she looked back at it it was gone. "This is ridiculous!" She protested, making her way slowly down the richly decorated hallway. "Hello? I demand to know what is happening here!" She called out, a warning more than a demand. Because things would start to break if she did not get her answers.
It was frustrating, to say the least. Sif began walking faster through the doors and hallways of the palace, fully intent on dropping a word of recent developments in the barracks and then ending up in her quarters, where she would draw hot bath and try to wash it all away.
Instead, upon pushing open the door to the barracks, she found herself...elsewhere. Stopping, Sif looked around, took a few steps back without fully closing the door, then opened it widely again. These were not the barracks in Asgard. This was nowhere she had ever been and, she was sure, nowhere Heimdall might send her to as a prank. Firstly because he absolutely wasn't the pranking type, and secondly because she would have felt it.
If Loki wasn't dead Sif might even suspect one of his tricks, illusions, special bloody portals - whatever he was experimenting with at the moment. He liked his tricks, some more harmful than others. And once in a blue moon, depending on their seriousness, Sif wasn't all too bothered by them. But that wasn't it either, was it?
Armed with her shield in front of her, and pulling loose her sword with a wrist movement, Sif clicked so it would stretch and began walking, leaving the door behind. It was unfortunate, however, because once she looked back at it it was gone. "This is ridiculous!" She protested, making her way slowly down the richly decorated hallway. "Hello? I demand to know what is happening here!" She called out, a warning more than a demand. Because things would start to break if she did not get her answers.