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Taako. Help.

[Taako got the distinct impression from Sif that she isn't the type to ask for help, so he isn't too worried about this text, assuming it's something minor]

What have you done to yourself, pumpkin?

Alcohol, hallucinogenic mushrooms and sex.

[ Knowing Taako he will probably be delighted to hear this. ]

Holy fuck, girl. Are you coming over for breafkast and gossip?

If you would be so kind.

[ It'll take her a while until she can actually take care of herself again so please. Feed her. ]

Bring your hungover ass here, I'll get the bacon frying

[ Thank the stars for Taako. It takes her a while to get to his place simply because she is moving more slowly than usual. The sun is too damn bright and everything is loud.

Taako will be treated to the rare sight of lady Sif in sweatpants today, a modern fashion her hungover self is fully embracing.

Her hair is still a little damp from the shower she forced herself to take, and she has also put on a very large and very soft sweater. No tight clothing today please and thank you. ]

[Chez IPRE is, fortunately for Sif, a no judgement zone. Taako also looks like he's just thrown whatever comfortable clothes were closest; sparkly leggings and a t-shirt that belonged to Magnus at some point and is therefore several sizes too big for Taako's smaller frame.

His wards ping her arrival, so the door is open before she can even knock, and Taako's voice comes from inside:]

Come on in, pumpkin, I'm in the kitchen.

[If she can't manage to follow his voice, she can follow the smell of frying meat and freshly baked bread into the large kitchen, the table already set ready for breakfast.]

How do you like your eggs?

[ Sif isn't usually a cuddler, but last night gave her some reminders of the value of physical affection so Taako gets an arm slung around him from behind and a brief kiss on the cheek before she goes to take a seat. ]

You are a treasure, and I will defer to your judgment about the eggs.

[ She's not fussy. ]

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[He makes a little oh sound when she gives him that hug and kiss on the cheek, before laughing.]

Good morning to you too.

[He can roll with affection, and after a second of consideration he cracks two eggs into the pan and starts whisking them, adding a little milk and cheese as it heats up.]

Coffee and all its parts are on the table, take a seat and get started with that, this'll be like, thirty seconds.

[ It is good to know that she can be a less rigid version of herself without insulting him, because she wouldn't want to make him uncomfortable.

She pours herself some coffee, and hums with appreciation ay the strong bitterness. ]

We do not have this in Asgard.

[ Did not... ]

[Taako sets a mage hand to work finishing up the eggs, while he assembles the rest of their breakfasts, including the two bloody marys.]

It's pretty much the best thing ever invented.

[For someone who only needs a four hour trance a night and doesn't get tired in the same way humans do, he sure has an interesting relationship with caffeine.]

[ Sif could easily develop a similar one. She could also totally get used to breakfasts at Taako's place. ]

It is quite excellent.

[ May it give her strength to deal with this day. ]

You will be pleased to hear that Loki and I may have come to a truce of sorts.

[ Might as well get that out of the way first. ]

Well, it'd be nice to only know one person that hates him.

[That comes out sounding a little... not bitter, maybe just tired, but Taako is quick to provide a distraction in the form of breakfast being ready.

He sets two plates on the table, Sif's piled a lot higher than his, with bacon, sausages, eggs, hashbrowns and fried tomatoes. The fresh bread is set out on the table with a knife, and the bloody marys are between them.

Taako takes a seat, but before he starts eating he adds:]

Lemme guess, you got real drunk and talked it out?

[ She can't blame him for being exhausted with the drama. She's Asgardian and she is still fed up. ]

Drunk and high.

[ She picks up a crispy piece of bacon with her hand and takes a bite. ]

This is delicious.

[ Anyway, back to the story. ]

He asked me to dance. If I live to be ten thousand I will never understand that man.

You and me both, bubbale.

[Taako has long given up trying to understand Loki.]

Sounds like he's making an effort? And it sounds like I missed a fucking party.

I told him I love him.

[ She makes a vaguely disgusted noise and bites into a piece of warm bred with butter on for comfort. ]

[mildly:]

Gross.

[Feelings are for nerds.]

What did he have to say about that?

That I was not his friend. And he asked why I did not try to save him when I risked everything for Thor.

[ Shrug. ]

I think he did not believe me.

[Taako's current feelings about Loki are complicated at best, but he's not exactly surprised to hear this.]

You can love someone and still love another person more.

[That's simple enough, Taako shrugs.]

You feel any better for saying it?

[ This is why she feels so comfortable with him. This sometimes brutal straightforwardness. It suits her temperament. ]

Not really. Mostly I am embarrassed, I think. But I suppose it gave an ending of orts to our story.

Better than stewing in it, I guess.

[He's of two minds about that particular sort of thing, whether it's better to confront emotions or bury them. Mostly he's just a hypocrite, because he'd rather bury his own.]

You have a good night aside from Loki's shit?

It was... a night, for sure.

[ She chuckles and gets some more food into her before continuing. ]

I ate, I drank, I laughed. You would have been proud.

Do you know Angela?

Most nights usually are like that.

[He's teasing, just gently, as he idly sips his coffee.]

I know of her, she lives with Loki.

[And Cisco set her up on a date with Magnus, but he doesn't think that's the point here.]

She made some... rather pleasant advances.

[ Which had been quite surprising, to say the least. ]

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