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[forgedawarrior]

Apart from her work, Sif spends little time at the gym. Enough hours are spent there working with the women who seek her help to become fitter and stronger that she does not wish to tarry long when she is done. There are days that she gets trapped, and finds herself trudging through the paperwork that is as much a part of her job as the training. It is something that she tries to avoid, and as such, it builds up until she must spend hours on it. Most there know to not tease her about it, or that if they do she will turn her glare on them.

Paperwork, for a warrior. It brings to mind things Odin would say to Thor about his ruling not being so simple a thing. They were words she would repeat to her friend about responsibility and the simple, boring tasks they must complete.

To have it turned on her so is not in the least amusing.

Finally done, she finds the gym nearly abandoned. Only a few others here at this hour, most having gone home to families, or to dinner and other social engagements. Sif would have simply left had she not recognised one of the men, changing her course to the corner where he seems to be training.

"Late hours," she says with a tired smile. "Or do you prefer the quiet?"

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[heretofight]

He'd just finished a round at the heavy bag, peeling tape from his hands and rolling tension out of his shoulders. At the sound of her voice, he glanced up, a faint smile ghosting across his lips.

"Little of both, I guess. You workin' late?"