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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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"Fenrir I can leave out of it for now. There are plenty of other stories I can tell. Plenty from Thor's adventures with Loki, certainly. The Treasures of the Aesir, perhaps," Sif said, absently playing with a lock of her golden hair.

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"Heh, I remember when Thor and I stole Hymir's mile-long cauldron. Not my most honorable moment, but boys will be boys and all that." He looks at her play with her hair. He finds it strangely attractive.

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"And I remember how you two looked carrying that silly thing. I thought I was going to die of laughter right there. But, yes, boys will be boys and such. Fortunately, you, at least, grew out of it," Sif said, laughing.

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"Hey, I'll have you know that Odin greatly enjoyed having that thing around," he said, though he couldn't help laughing himself. "Still, I had two functioning arms back then." He shakes his head to clear it of potential gloom. "Alright Sif, if you want to tell her a few stories, it's okay with me."

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"I never doubted its usefulness, but you made quite a sight. Anyway, okay. And, I promise, no wolves. Not yet," Sif promised.

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"I'd honestly prefer if she never hears about that, even if she doesn't know it's significance to our family." He gazes at his left hand, the burnt hand that looked so foreign on him. "I can still remember it you know. Fenrir's hot breath, saliva, teeth around my arm, the sensation of..I'm sorry. Memory comes unbidden sometimes."

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"I can understand. Do you know how many times I've woken in the night, thinking I've felt something on my neck, and panicking to make sure my hair's still there?" Sif shook her head, one hand absently going back to her hair, as if to reassure herself it was, in fact, still long and flowing.

"But, don't think for a moment that we don't honor and respect your sacrifice. It's... humbling to us all that you would be so brave."

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He walked over, holding her to him, his hand caressing her long tresses. "No one's stealing your hair on my watch."

He sighs. "I know you do, Sif. And I know the others felt the same. But as a warrior, you don't talk about the effect something like that can have on someone, and not just physically. I'm sorry, I don't mean to go about this. It's not like I can got to a psychiatrist to talk about it, they'd think I was crazy."

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"Aww. I feel so safe, knowing I have my brave Tyr to protect me," she said, teasing just a little, but without any hint of sarcasm.

"In any case... I'm not a psychiatrist or anything, but if you need to talk, I'm here. And I bring comfort food."

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He laughs a little at her teasing.

"I wouldn't want to burden you with that, but..maybe some day. And comfort food's always a plus."

No sooner had he finished talking than Tina came down the stairs.

"Okay Daddy, Amber, I'm ready." She crinkled her nose a little in the way kids did went catching adults being affectionate.