Who: Sif, Thor, Loki, Corin, etc. at Asgard Equestrian What: Loki and Sif just tried to kill each other. (More or less.) When: Thursday, May 17th, midafternoon Where: Asgard Equestrian Rating: Reasonably innocent; contains British humour, language, Loki, etc. Status: Ongoing thread
The right bastard of it was, of course, that after all Loki's efforts to make sure he'd have a tough enough competitor in his fencing match he'd actually get a chance to show off for Thor a bit, the combination of alternate rules, a heavier weapon, and not knowing Sif's style meant that he lost.
Sure, he only lost by a few points. And sure, he scored a great many points on her, as well. Equally sure, however, was Loki's knowledge that he would, absolutely, have been hamstringed for life if they'd been using actual live-steel blades with nice sharp edges.
(The creepy part of it was, of course, the way he kept getting superimposed images of Sif in shining armour, bearing a greatsword with a blade as broad as his wrist, and really it was no wonder at all that he'd been distracted by watching her warily, was it?)
It was a good thing Loki wasn't, actually, attempting to join an Olympic team, because Emil was already laughing at him for losing the bout. He could tell. The bastard was judging him. "Next time," Loki told him, pointing the borrowed epee at him for emphasis, "you're lending me a sabre, instead, even if it's your arse I have to defeat."
Emil took the sword away, mocking grin still firmly affixed in place. Loki groaned, ditched the helmet, and went to see if Thor was completely bored yet.