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Characters: Tyr and Sif, Guest-starring Tina Shin
Date/Time: Friday, July 22th, starting around 7 p.m.
Location: Frosted Fancies, Chicago
Rating: TBD, but probably no more than PG.
Warnings: Possible eye-rolling cuteness.
Summary: Tyr and his daughter, Tina, go visit Sif over the weekend.

Kevin had to admit he was anxious as they got closer and closer to their destination.

His ever perceptive daughter caught on quick. "Are you sweating, Daddy?

"What? Oh yeah, a little, hon. I'm just a little hot."

"But you have the air conditioner on." She seemed to think a minute. "Are you worried about seeing your friend?"

Sometimes she could be way too perceptive. He sighs. "Yeah, honey. I am a little."

Again she seemed to think. "Is she your girlfriend?"

Kevin nearly coughed in surprise. "What? No, Tina. Amber is an old friend who I haven't had a chance to sit down and talk with for awhile, that's all."

Tina raised a screwed-up eyebrow at him, totally not convinced.

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"Never? Really?"

Sif considered. "How about lingonberry? It's a Swedish tradition," she suggested.

"I admit I've lived a sheltered life."

He nods at her suggestions. "Sounds like a good idea to me."

"Well, then I've got a lot to teach you," she said, getting out the ingredients.

"Pretty basic. We start with flour, sugar, salt, baking powder," she said, getting out a recipe card. "You want to measure the flour? Now, with muffins, you don't want too much or it'll make them too dense. So, don't pack it in. Just spoon, nice and light, into the sifter here."

Tyr followed the directions until the final few words. That sounded dirty. No it didn't! "Okay, so pack it in?" Good grief, it sounds dirty when I say it too.

"No, no. Don't pack it," she said. "You want it light and fluffy. Spoon it gently, like this." Sif took his hand in hers and demonstrated. "Then we'll sift all the dry ingredients together."

She's so close. He tries t pay attention, he really does. He even caught himself breathing in the fragrance of her hair. I would do more than spoon it for you. Son of a..!

He gulps. "I think I understand." Was he sweating?

"You're doing great," she said, smiling as she measured out the rest of the dry ingredients.

"...and there's the sugar. Okay, now sift it all together... There we go. Now, we can put in the wet ingredients."

More and more carnal and romantic desire began to cloud his reasoning, making his rational self sound completely nonsensical in comparison.Still, he HAD to maintain a distance. He couldn't act on his feelings, no matter what Odin said. It couldn't happen..even if she was great with Tina. Damn it man! Stop thinking about her..admittingly good qualities.

"Alright," he said he began to sift it together. It was a little awkward with just one hand at first, but he was getting used to it.

"Okay, next comes the milk, eggs, butter... We'll get to the berries soon, don't worry. Now, we want to stir, but not too much. We just want to make sure that all the dry ingredients are moistened, but that's all," she said, gently helping him mix it together.

"Mhmmm," he sighed contentedly before abruptly pulling away from her entirely. "I can't, I can't do it."

"Oh, sure you can. You're doing a great job," Sif said, smiling, "Come on, help me fold in the berries."

"It's not the muffins, Sif." he began to pace. "It's..me. I can't..be around you."

"What? I... I don't understand," she said. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, you've done nothing wrong at all," he assured gently. "It's me and my damnable feelings."

"Feelings?" she repeated. "What do you mean?"

"My feelings..for you. How I've always felt.." he mutters angrily to himself, cursing his weakness in not keeping his mouth shut.

She blinked.
"Tyr... What are trying to say?" she asked gently.

Finally with a look of resignation, he sat down. "I..I've been in love with you since the days you were Thor's wife." There, it was out in the open now. He braced himself for her righteous indignation and anger at such presumption.

"Tyr..." She wasn't quite sure what to say. "All this time? Why... why didn't you say something?"

"Because you were Thor's wife. And before him Aurvandil. I could not in good conscience come between you and your husband. No matter how I may have felt in the matter. I'm sorry I've burdened you with this. Tina and I will leave early tomorrow." He moves to get up.

"Stay." Her command was softly spoken, but firm.

"Yes, it's true, I was married to Aurvandil, and to Thor once, but... They aren't here now. I'm no one's wife. And you were always so kind to me... A rock of sanity when Thor was having one of his tantrums or when Loki was playing his pranks. Someone I could talk to when they went off adventuring and left me home alone. And now... We need each other. More than ever before."

"I understand, Sif. We must be there for each other as we were before. For the sake of my duty..I will put aside my feelings. But I want you to know, I will always be there for you. Even if as a friend and companion, that is enough for me," he swore with conviction.

"Tyr... there's a chance the others might not come. It might just be us. We're a family. Even if that means the dynamic has to be different this time."

She took a breath.
"I've always trusted you. Been fond of you. When I was married before, no one ever asked me if it was something I wanted. Aurvandil and Thor were both good men. Good husbands, even. But... Aurvandil was not as strong as some. Thor was strong, but rarely gentle. But Tyr... you're both. And you deserve a chance to be happy."

Tyr could scarcely believe what he was hearing. He couldn't trust implications. He had to hear it straight out.

"What are you saying, Sif?" His voice betrayed a tinge of hope.

"I'm saying I don't know what lies ahead. I don't know what the future is going to bring. But, I know we need to stand together. And... if you're willing to take this chance... Well... So am I," she said, and she squeezed his hand affectionately.

"So... if this is what you want, then... okay."