cajun-lover:

sifangelica:

Sif sipped quietly as Fandral spoke, staring at a spot on the table, but not really looking at it, unblinking. She was glad that she didn’t have to be the one to tell him, that he knew already, and, though she was conflicted about it, she felt an odd triumph at his words. Someone agreed with her. And of course it would be Fandral, one of her closest friends, but also Thor’s. She could have handled it if he wanted to remain neutral and say nothing, but not if he took Thor’s side. It wasn’t a fight, but she couldn’t help but feel she’d won something against him, to have Fandral there for her.

“We should make a club and get shirts, I’m sure we’re not the only people…” She mumbled in response to his comments about Steve. She reached out her hand and gave Fandral’s a quick squeeze to say thank you, releasing it again afterwards. “He just— I found out, like, third hand, which I really didn’t appreciate.”

Fandral laughed, though there was no real feel to it. “Yeah a club and shit. You know just as well as I do that everyone loves Rogers. He’s like the America of the university. And I like him, when he’s on the field but other than that…not so much.” He took Sif’s glass and filled it up with the liqueur. He then drank some and filled it up again and handed it back to her. Fandral nuzzled Sif’s neck, while his hand found it’s place again on Sif’s thigh. “You should talk to them. I’ll be there for support. I know you two weren’t, like, officially a thing, or like exclusive but still. The least he owes you is to tell it to your face and shit.”

“Look at it this way,” Sif wasn’t really sure why she was defending her point when she knew Fandral was right. Everyone loved Steve Rogers, he just had that sort of attraction around him, a personality people found it hard to hate, but she decided she was allowed to be biased for a while. Thor was really the only thing she had against him, but it was a pretty big issue, all puns aside. “Less people to share booze with at meetings. Hey, this can be our first meeting!” 

She took the glass gratefully as he handed it back, taking a long sip as she rested her head against his, cheekbone in his hair and moving around until she was comfortable, sighing. “Talk to them, huh. That’d go really well. I know exactly what I’d say, and I don’t think anyone needs to hear it.”