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[brattler]

Sif, why does it take so long to tying your hair?

[This is a bothersome thing about getting to her house early to surprise her. He has to watch her tie her hair and sit patiently for her to be done. And it's stupid and girly.

Thor picks at the tip of a blade in his possession. He can be thankful that Sif's mother isn't home, or there would be much embarrassment and questions that may be asked. Not that he minds, he tells himself. The Prince of Asgard won't cower at the questions of a friend's parent. He is charming in his own right and he knows it. He huffs and smiles to himself.

Then sighs.

Her mother would have made this wait a bit shorter.]

Sif! The sun will set and the water in the quarry will be all but evaporated by the time you are ready!

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[brattler]

[No, how can anyone be bored when there's blunders to be made and watching idiots doing what idiots do best - being idiots? His grin is ear to ear as he steps ahead of them and leads as he always wants to.]

Do not deny your own parts in this! When we return from defeating the mightiest of foes and capturing the brightest of jewels, I shall start the tale with this adventure being this being our idea.

And wasn't it you, Sif, who claimed that your sword has turned dull and required more challenge to inspire it sharpness once more?

[dusk_and_dawn]

You two can keep the jewels and the fame so long as I can get my hands on these promised opponents. It has been far too long since we have had anything like a proper quest.

[And by "proper" he means "none of us have nearly died recently". He follows Thor without hesitation.]