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David and Goliath

ladysifofasgard:

“More friends are always welcome,” her smile settled honest and wide.  She could not say making friends was always her forte, but under the circumstances she was trying and genuinely glad for what connections she was making on Midgard. “Good match, I accept your forfeit.” Sif gave a small incline of head and stepped out of stance. She began to stretch out her arms as she continued. ”I may take you up on that, it is a not a bad warm up,” her voice teased a bit though it was true. “Shall we part for the night then?”

Melissa rolled her shoulders once more and smiled at Sif’s words, looking at her with a wide grin to match. For Melissa as well, it wasn’t very easy to make friends, and to have made one who seemed so, well, earnest and down-to-earth. It was refreshing, really. With a friendly bow, she stood up and chuckled, “It was a very good match. The best I’ve had in years, to be honest.” It was true, and at Sif’s mention of warm-up, she just chuckled once more. “I’m always glad to be of a assistance, Lady Sif, so any time you need a warm up, you know who to ask. As for parting, that sounds absolutely perfect. I had a great time, Lady Sif, really. Thank you.”

a-kid-from-brooklyn:

Giving her the flowers, Steve’s smile returned, no longer nervous as she spoke. “I’d love to stay, Melissa. As long as it isn’t an intrusion.” He chuckled, taking a tentative step forward into her apartment, looking around again, this time taking in more details, his nerves no longer clouding his senses. Looking back to Melissa, he tilted his head. “Reading to Sarge? What were you reading him?” He smiled, amused at the idea of Melissa reading to her cat. It was endearing. 

Shrugging off his coat, he looked for a place to hang it. “It’s terrible out there today. I can’t wait for the summer.” His smile turned wistful as he closed his eyes for a moment, getting lost in thought. After a moment he snapped out of it, looking back at her with a sheepish smile. “Sorry, I just…love summer. It’s nice and warm and beautiful. And you can get a lot more flowers in the summer.” He nodded at her bouquet, his smile widening. 

“Of course it’s not, Steve. It’s no problem at all.” She walked to the kitchen and reached into a cabinet, pulling down a glass vase before filling it with water and setting the flowers inside. Melissa walked back out of the kitchen and set the vase down gently on a small table, looking back to Steve with a small sheepish smile as she rubbed her neck. “Well, I was reading him The Voice of the Turtle. It’s my most favorite play.” A curt nod followed and she looked to the side, watching Sarge march around the apartment with his tail waving behind him like a flag.

At the mention of summer her expression brightened, smile much wider than before. “I love the summer too- It’s so much nicer here than back in Louisiana- There it was just sticky hot. Here it’s a decent hot. It’s bearable.” A slight chuckle slipped past her lips and she looked around the apartment, glad it was decent looking before she invited him in. “Do you want anything- Water, soda pop, anything at all? You can sit on the couch, if you’d like-“

David and Goliath

ladysifofasgard:

Her eyes narrowed and Sif took the kick, stone and firm against it. “I am only keeping even. It is not pity,” a punch thrown, “only practical.” Another, feinting right and moving in left. She advanced quickly not holding her speed back this time, twisting Melissa’s arm around and into a lock. Sif’s free arm pulled her in tight against each other, hand on shoulder and forearm pressing at the base of her throat. “I could hurt you if I did not,” her voice took one more seriousness and she watched Mel’s face over her shoulder. Just as quickly she released the other woman, pushing her away. “But this is only practice. And friends do not hurt each other without reason.” She smiled, tried to look encouraging, and to hide the flicker of uncertainty that rose at her naming them friend. 

Melissa was well aware Sif could kill her without barely even trying- She knew it wasn’t out of pity that Sif held back, and as Sif pressed her forearm to her throat, Melissa looked up at her with an expression of understanding. When she was pushed away, Melissa spun around, chest heaving, exhausted from the back and forth manner of their sparring. “Friend? I’d like to consider you my friend if that is all right with you, Lady Sif. I am also throwing in the towel and deigning you victorious. That was… I haven’t fought like that in a long time. Thank you.” Her smile was honest, hands running through her bangs to push her hair back. “If you ever want to spar again, I’ll definitely be your partner.”

a-kid-from-brooklyn:

“Uh, hello Melissa.” For a moment, Steve just stood there, shifting from one foot to the other, unsure what to say. Only after a moment did it occur to him to hold out the the flowers, clearing his throat. “These are for you. I…I hope you like them.” His smile was weak but more genuine than it was a moment ago.

He rubbed his neck as he waited for her to take the flowers, glancing around her apartment, this being the first time he’d actually seen the inside. He looked back at her, suddenly worried. “I’m not…disturbing you, am I? I’m sorry, I should have called ahead of time, I didn’t mean to interrupt you.” He frowned now, his brow furrowing, the urge to leave over taking him. “I’m sorry, I should just go-” You’d think Steve would get the hang of spending time with girls by now…

As he held out the flowers, her smile brightened and she reached out to take them from him gently, bringing them to her face so she could smell the light aroma wafting from the flowers. “They’re- They’re beautiful, Steve, thank you.” Looking down at them, biting her lip in thought, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek quickly before pulling away, listening to him talk about leaving. “Oh, no, you didn’t disturb me- I was just reading to Sarge, that’s all, but I think he’s done listening. You don’t- You don’t have to leave, if you don’t want- I… I wouldn’t mind if you stayed.”

The color that flashed across her face had to have been quite a few shades of pink and red at her suggestion, but she made no movement to retract the statement, simply looking down at the flowers and hoping he didn’t notice her blush. “I just mean- The weather looks awful out there, you might as well come in and warm up a bit. If you want, I- I understand if you don’t-” Mentally cursing herself for stumbling over her words so much, she gestured inside her apartment, taking a step back, looking at the kitchen. “You can come in, if you like- I’m going to just put this in a vase.”

David and Goliath

ladysifofasgard:

agentbenedict:

ladysifofasgard:

Sif barked out a sharp laugh as she dodged, weaving out of the way of the strikes like a dance. “I once fought for six weeks without rest or sustenance - tiredness takes on new meaning,” she smirked and spun into a kick. She was starting to grab back the fire and freedom she so loved. Solitary training wore too somber on her after all that had passed. “And you Melissa?” she asked gamely. 

“Cripes”, was Melissa’s first thought upon hearing Sif fought for six weeks- Something she knew she wouldn’t be capable of in this or any lifetime. “That’s certainly impressive-” she said, bringing up her arms to block the kick from her opponent. “And I must say I’m speechless.” At the question of if she was tired, Melissa let out a hearty laugh, flashing Sif a bright grin, “Me? Tired? Never!”

“Asgardians are different,” the words meant as explanation but her face firmly smug. Mortals were so entertaining sometimes, sometimes she could not help her boasts. Sif quirked an eyebrow at the denial, “Well, good. No need to lighten up then.” She let her next punches fly a little faster, one after the other.

She just smiled, eyes widening a little bit as the punches came faster, doing her best to dodge or block each one that flew towards her. “Still, color me impressed”, she called out a bit, ducking down and closing the gap between the two of them, leg coming up again from the right to aim for her side. “Please, don’t lighten up on my account. I don’t take pity well.” Melissa was certainly growing tired, but she didn’t want to give in- Not yet.

king—laufeyson:

agentbenedict replied to your post: It has been one of those days.

I’m certain there are better things for you to do than cause mischief, Loki…

Hmm… no. No, not really.

You could try being, I don’t know, a better person.

a-kid-from-brooklyn:

The daisies seemed to shine that dark, gray day. The yellow flowers stood out against the cloudy sky, brightening the day of anyone who saw them. Steve himself had a goofy smile on his face, bit embarrassed to be seen clutching a bouquet of flowers on this blustery day. Still, his embarrassment was outshone by his excitement, happy to be seeing Mel again. He looked down at the daisies, his smile widening, the hope that she would enjoy the flowers tugging at his lips. Steve had never gotten a girl flowers before, he never had a girl to get flowers for. This was a first for him and simply put, Steve was anxious. Were daisies okay? Would she like the color? He’d specifically chosen them for her, the sunny bouquet reminding him of Mel’s sunny disposition, but what if Mel didn’t see it? He ran a hand through his hair and sighed, his smile weakening as fear took over. Still, he had no chance to second guess himself. He found himself standing outside her apartment, looking up at the door. Sucking in a breath, he knocked on the door with his free hand, pushing his fear down and putting on another pleasant smile, not wanting to let Melissa know just how nervous he really was.   

“I do love you! I love you terribly! That’s the hell of it! I won’t make scenes, Bill, I won’t be troublesome…”

One finger was held behind the paper of the page she was on, another resting on the corner of the opposite page. “Ssh. You’ve said all I wanted you to say now. Drink up your drink. It’s getting warm.”

Melissa was currently laying back on her couch with Sarge on her stomach, reading over her old, yellowed copy of ‘The Voice of the Turtle’, a small smile on her lips as she read out loud to the sleeping monstrosity of a cat. “I shall be tight again. I haven’t had any food.”

“What—not all day? Well, then, you must have dinner right away. Come and sit down.”

It was quite obvious the young woman was completely entranced as she read, so completely in love with the play she was reading that nothing at that point could really faze her. However, at the sound of a knock on her door, she looked up towards the door and blinked in a small bout of surprise. Letting Sarge jump off her lap, she sat up, setting the small script down before standing up, walking towards the door, honestly wondering who could be at her door. “Hello?” Melissa began to ask as she opened the door, blinking once more with surprise upon seeing Steve there- Holding a… Bouquet? Her cheeks flushed as she looked up at him, speechless, a small smile making its way across her lips. “Steve… Hello…”

David and Goliath

ladysifofasgard:

agentbenedict:

ladysifofasgard:

A huff of a laugh fell from her as they parried. It was nice to have a little fun the whole thing. Sif caught the kick this time and held. “Not nearly, but we did start late,” she countered. She pulled to bring Melissa toppling, grinning smug just a little. She took a step back repositioning and giving time for Mel to recover. It was only practice after all. 

Melissa fell to the ground with a thud when Sif pulled her leg, landing on her back and laying there for a moment, laughing as she tried to catch her breath. “True, we did”, she smiled, pushing herself up and shaking her joints loose. She was definitely having fun, taking a few steps forward, jabbing with her left hand and bringing her right leg up to strike the other side, a childish grin on her face. “Are you tired yet, Lady Sif?” she asked jokingly, another laugh coming out.

Sif barked out a sharp laugh as she dodged, weaving out of the way of the strikes like a dance. “I once fought for six weeks without rest or sustenance - tiredness takes on new meaning,” she smirked and spun into a kick. She was starting to grab back the fire and freedom she so loved. Solitary training wore too somber on her after all that had passed. “And you Melissa?” she asked gamely. 

“Cripes”, was Melissa’s first thought upon hearing Sif fought for six weeks- Something she knew she wouldn’t be capable of in this or any lifetime. “That’s certainly impressive-” she said, bringing up her arms to block the kick from her opponent. “And I must say I’m speechless.” At the question of if she was tired, Melissa let out a hearty laugh, flashing Sif a bright grin, “Me? Tired? Never!”

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