1010/Date Night

Date Night
Date of Scene:	13 June 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Thor, Sif

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Thor has posed:
There's lots of places to go for a date but Thor has picked a specific one. A dinner cruise of sorts. Why? Because it gets them out and about. It's summer time and the weather is fine. There's the chance to be in the city still but not a part of it which always is better. Then there's the fact that it involves food which is usually going to be a good thing for Thor as well. So you've got all sorts of things that make hanging out with Thor tonight quite fun. But...it is a fancy date, that means no swords and no armor. So Sif has to be girly. He is sitting at a table, having had Avengers business so, Sif gets to show up on the boat and make an entrance for her handsome deity.

Sif has posed:
Sif didn't do girly. Not often. Not at all. It was requested of her tonight though.

And so, when she teleports in a few feet away from Thor, she's dressed in a long black gown though it shows just as much skin as it hides, if not more. Her hair has been pulled up high and the curled so that they cascade down her back but not nearly as much as normal. Her heels click faintly on the deck as she strolls forward.

"Am I late?"

Thor has posed:
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He is dressed in a suit as well, though he has 'casualed' it up a bit by the open collar and the lack fo a tie. And of course, it's nto black but as you appear next to him he chuckles. "You know, they frown upon that here. They typically want you to give them a ticket as you board. You're going to end up breaking all the rules and I'm going to have to keep you out of trouble," he offers, but still, he steps up and he slides his hand around your waist, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your cheek. The hair back, all formal-like still and he grins, "Couldn't fully relax, I see," he teases, at the formal attire but still. You can tell by the way he touches your back with the hand about your waist, that you have made your impression with your outfit.

Sif has posed:
Sif's brow arch, a playful smirk curving her lips. "Do you think you can? Keep me out of trouble that is... I seem to remember it typically being the other way around." Her head tilts so she can brush her lips across his cheek at the same time and a pleased hum comes from her. "There's not a single weapon on me, I swear." It's about as relaxed as Sif gets unless she's at home.

Thor has posed:
"Not true, my Valkyr," he says with a grin as he leans against you, a moment, and then steps forward again to the tble that is theirs. It's nice, on a bit of an elevated dais of sorts, the lights dimmed to just candles, allowing the lights of hte city to show into the boat through the windows, the view of cars, the twinkle of office buildings and signs. THere is much to see. "You know those giant metal flying machines they use? Would you believe that one of the Midgardian pilots was able to land one on this very body of water and not a single soul was lost? Makes me think there is hope for them if they are ever needed to join in battle. Despite their physical frailty," he explains, and then looks up at the waitress who brings over a bottle of Asgard wine.

Sif has posed:
A brow arches at Thor as Sif takes a seat. "I had to put my weapons and armor away so you could point out the virtues of Midgardians?" She seems almost amused by this. "I know you're quite taken with them, Thor. I may not share you're outlook but I'm here... And I'm not going anywhere..."

A quick smile is shot up to the waitress and then a look is given to the man across from her. "You're brought drink from home..."

Thor has posed:
"You don't like them just becuase of one of them. You're not allowed to hold that against me any more," he says with a chuckle as he looks to you, his lips pursed amusedly. "I made a mistake and have learned my lesson," he tells you and yes, he's calling you out for being jealous but then yes, the berried wine that will most definitely have the impact wine is supposed to have is poured. "I figured it was better than not. Plus It old them they could have a few drops. I also told them more than that might kill them...so...hopefully they listen." He gives a little hapless shrug at that, and then looks back to you as the wine is finished bieng poured and the girl leaves the bottle on the table and sneaks off bringing back some awesome appetizer of little risotto balls that are cripsy on the outside you can pick them up and eat them like a finger food.

"So...what are you doing tomorrow," he asks, casually-ish.

Sif has posed:
Sif's eyes linger. "You think Jane is the only reason? You haven't been paying attention, my love." And yet, she still doesn't seem upset. Maybe she really is starting to let go of it all. "Uh huh... I teleport on board, and I'm trouble. You kill them b drink and this is okay?" Her eyes dance and sparkle before the question catches her off guard. "Tomorrow? Nothing particular. Why?"

Thor has posed:
"You teleporting on board breaks their rules. It's bad manners," he says, teasingly. He looks over to you though and regards the people about, and gestures as another appetizer is brought over, something likely mroet o your liking as it is mozarella caprese, with tomatoes and olive oil and vinegar and the fresh cheese and of course, no meat. So, likely perhaps something that you may like more than the risotto with the spicy shrimp within as he leans back. "When I do what I do with the drink...well that is their poor decision making if they don't listen. I have been forthright and honest with them. You...have just been very very clever."

Sif has posed:
Silver-blue eyes drop to the new dish and she smiles. Much more to her liking. "Thank you."

And then she laughs as she looks up, eyes twinkling. "Are you complaining about how clever I can be? And if I have bad manners, you can blame the Einhenjar I've been around all these years." Because it can't possibly be her fault, now can it? The first bite is taken and a smile of approval is given around the bite as she chews.

Thor has posed:
And yet there is no steak, no pork, no chicken. It looks like he was making an attempt to make sur the whole meal works out well for you. And is likely why the wine is a white rather than a red, knowing that if you ate it would be vegetables, fruits and fish if anything and not the heavy meats of this land. And so he sits back then, glad that he had a plan b in mind for food and he looks back, regarding you. "You should find more of the Midgardian attire, or some compromise between what we wear and what they wear. You can keep your weapons, or some weapons, withotu having to have your armor with you at all times. As much as I appreciate the armor, and how you look...you look nice in this as well. In a different way," says Thor, complimenting you and changing th subject, clearly a distractioanry tactic of some sort!

Sif has posed:
With a sigh, Sif leans back in her seat. "You know... For someone who says he's learned his lesson... You sure are pushing pretty hard for me to become exactly like your precious Midgardians. I don't like their clothing, Thor. I don't want to wear it. I do so, on rare occasions like this, because it makes you happy. I will not change the whole of who I am."

Thor has posed:
"And you only hear what you want," he says. "We wear things that aren't armor on Asgard...unless you are saying that the Lady Freya does not dress appropriately? There is a middle ground between battle garb and attire, Sif, and you seem to have lost sight of it," he intones. "Armor is noisy, and clumsy, and sharp, and takes time to put on and off and quite frankly, if I -did- wish to do some of the thinge we have spoken of...it also gets in the way," he says, simply. "So perhaps you should consider that next time you yell at me for not having spent enough time visiting your sleeping quarters." His tone is still playful and quiet but nonetheless, he takes a sip of his wine, and you can guess that there is both trut and teasing in what he's saying - dress as an Asgardian then...just perhaps not always a warrior asgardian ;-0

Sif has posed:
Sif's eyes narrow. "I don't recall sleeping in my armor, Thor. However, if it's such a problem, then I shall fetch what I wear when not in armor in Asgard. I'm sure the gowns will suit much better here." The glass of wine is taken and downed in a single go and then refilled. At least she's kept her voice soft so far?

Thor has posed:
"You never know," he says. "I have heard that they have...chain maille bikinis on this planet. Perhaps you have gone shopping and not told me," he says though as you narrow your eyes he sighs and you can sense it. He clearly isn't trying to pick a fight and so he quiets, not saying anything for the moment and instead choosing to look outside. His hand comes up and he scratches at his eyebrow for a moment before taking a deep breath and looking back to you. "Even now. Everything needn't be a fight..."

Sif has posed:
Sitting back in her seat, Sif turns her gaze from the table. The glass of wine in her hand is swirled only because she needs something to do so she doesn't just outright fidget. "Then why do you keep prickling and needling, Thor? I quit voicing how I felt about your stance on whether we slept together or not. It doesn't mean the sting is gone or that I agree but I respected you enough to drop it. I've told you before, I do not like Midgardian clothing... Yet you insist..."

Thor has posed:
His hand comes upa nd hits the table and a portion breaks off. ANd he says, through gritted teeth, "And I said wear something of ours," he says, "But you agree like a consolation prize," his tone hard, sharper now. "You trudge around thi splace, that is important to me, like a child being forced to follow their parents. IF you want me, Sif, this comes with it,' he says, the broken bit of table hanging half on, half off. His eyes look to you now and you can see the seriousness. He set his series of quests for himself to earn you, but perhaps it is good that they talka bout what you will have to do, to give, or give up, to be with him as well. "You dont' get to have me and not take them. And I've seen you, the happy you, and I refuse to put up with the pouty sulky you that shows herself every time you're forced to be out amongst them. Either you learn to like me and all of this, or you can stay my sullen shield maiden but I will not pretend that your dour mood when you're forced to endure what I enjoy doesn't effect me."

Sif has posed:
That snap and Sif lifts her chin. "How do you think I feel, Thor? You want me to act like I don't hate this place? Give me a reason not. Maybe look at what I've given up to be here with you even knowing I come second to this damn Realm and actually acknowledge that." She stands, the glass crushing in her hand as she attempts not scream. "I have bitten my tongue. I have stayed here. I have tried to find us a house here. I have hung back from you in battle despite my oaths. I stay here because you're important to me and this realm is important to you. If you expect me to fall in love with this Realm in a matter of months... I am very sorry but you will be sorely disappointed. And here's a tidbit for you, Thor... I care very little about your time with Jane... Do you want to know why I hate this place? Because you died here without any thought of how it would hurt everyone who loved you. Do you have any idea what it is like to know that your home... your people... that -I- mean so little to you?"

Thor has posed:
"I died here because Loki needed to be stopped," he intones. "It is because, as in every realm, we have the repsonsibility to stick up for those who can't. Because if we don't you and I know what else is out there that would be happy to slide in and...take. You don't get mad when we go to the other planets and fend off threats." He stands too and you can ee how lose he comes to hitting his head on the top of the deck. "You are ridiculous, Sif. You know that last line is not true and it is a cheap attack. You should be better than that," he says, simply. "You know what I carry, what my father gifted to me. If I did solely what I wished, then i wouldn't be the man that you say you care for. You can -not- with one voice say that I should be who I am, and then the other be mad at the consequences of such. Mjolnir demands the looking after of many, and that may mean that in centures it will not be this place but another one. You've lived this long, are you so resolute in your hatred of this place that you would make me choose between you and what it means to be worthy of this? I offer you compromise...I beseech you to be with me on this journey and find the delight in -all- things, not just Asgardian things...in being with me wherever I am. And instead...you throw my trying to be more that I might not be without the challenge of doing such back in my face. You're blind if you don't see that it's my love of home and you and what I do -regardless- that is part of what has made me worthy. And you're wrong to ask me to do otherwise."

Sif has posed:
Sif recoils as if physically struck. "I haven't asked you stop, Thor. Not once. Nor would I ever." Her voice softens, hurt. "I know we need to protect the Realms. All of them. I hate Jotunheim too but we'd protect it if needed... You have every right to think I'm being ridiculous. But it doesn't change the fact that it is how I feel."

Her eyes flit to the table and linger there a moment before lifting back to him. "My apologies for spoiling dinner. Perhaps I should I go."

Thor has posed:
"You hate this place," he says it. "Your words, spoken just a moment ago. Do you know why I hate this place?" He regards you quietly and you can see the tension, the tension usually reserved for that moment before he steps on th efield of battle, that moment before a big fight where he then manages to put on for people the Thor perosna that laughs in the face of danger. He looks at you and says, quite simply, "I don't know how you will be able to be with me when I know that I am needed here more than in Asgard right now...that while The Crown Prince of Agsard works for one of the relam, the wielder of Mjolnir works for all of them and right now, this realm above all is the centerpiece for whatever is coming. And yet you cannot be here. Yet you think...I choose it over you."

"I choose it -for- you, Sif. I choose it for you, and Asgard, and Vanaheim, and Jotunheim...all of them," he says simply. "And I be the person who does that in the hopes of continuign to wield Mjolnir and for the better perosn it makes me for you. It seems a small thing indeed to ask that if you are to be with me, you needn't make your displeasure quite so obvious. I'm goign to get some air...." he says, and he starts to walk up to the deck.

Sif has posed:
"I don't deny having said that, Thor." She sighs and nods her head, stepping aside so that he can make his way up to the top deck. For a long moment, she simply stands there and then the wine glass is grabbed and downed for the second time. From now on, she simply won't make her displeasure known.