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Moving on

They were never weird around each other; they were the perfect analogy of flawless friendship, except that they weren't.

After Thor's return from Midgard, they became awkward around each other, tiptoeing their way around, no more spontaneous laughter, pranks, conversations, training and teasing.

Majorly because of Loki's Tragedy, yet not entirely.

It was hard to harbour feelings for someone your brother's crush on was so obvious, especially if it was Loki the brother we are talking about, there was some icy wall between them, one that Thor was constantly trying to break with his cheerful demeanour, their heart warming conversations but it was just always there.

Sif was hard not to crush on badly, she was silk: soft and smooth but tough as well.

She could take care of herself and her loved ones, she was the best warrior maiden in land, a real goddess of war.

Jane bore a resemblance to her, the determination, standing up for what she believes in , so if you want to take your mind of one woman, occupy it with another, except that it doesn't work, you find yourself returning to block A , back to the original, back to Sif.

He can't make a move on her, however.

He sees Loki every time he looks at her; he feels he is betraying him with every smile he gives her, with every stolen glance, with every treacherous thought about her beauty.

Sif was always afraid she would end up alone, not due to the lack of male population, rather because the one she is waiting for doesn't seem to notice.

She wonders how he sees her, everyone tells her she is pretty, but she doesn't feel it, he doesn't feel it.

She thinks he sees her as no more than a friend and a warrior, a fellow mate.

She is too tough and hard to show him that she cares a little more than a friend should.

She is too tough that she guesses that he thinks her devoid of any feelings, feelings of love, feelings of want, feelings of jealousy and rage that he fell for the fragile human, she resists the urge to burn the bloody Midgard down.

She isn't weak; she wasn't weak and she will never be, so she avoids him with all her might, no unnecessary gestures or conversations, she is afraid that her gaze might give her away, that she might snap at any minute, that she might lunge at him and crush him under the weight of her feelings.

Frigga watched from a far as she always did.

She loves Thor and Loki with equal measure; she always had and will always do.

She loves Lady Sif as a daughter as well and valued her strength and virtue very much.

Yet she was always afraid of her, she knew that both her sons had feelings for Sif, she knew exactly who lady Sif had feelings for, she was afraid that they would come to blows over her in the future, that they would lose each other over her, that she would become a true Goddess of war, one raging between her sons.

It did happen after all, War raged between them, yet Sif wasn't the cause, the cause was more profound.

Still after Loki was gone, no one seemed to move on.

His curse still loomed over Asgard, over her, over odinson, over Thor and over Sif.