Natasha & Sif hanging out in Asgard?
I am not totally satisfied with this but it’s been in my drafts for literal months and I’m tired of it being there, so off you go, short fic, into the great wild internet! Remember This Cold verse, set during “This Is My Kingdom Come”.
“This way,” Sif said, not quite shortly. Natasha glanced once more at Steve, who was looking at the Queen a little like a deer facing down a car, and turned to follow. It wasn’t like she could insist on staying, and Steve could probably handle himself.
“Sorry you’re getting stuck with escort duty,” Natasha murmured, trying to keep at least one eye on everything around her, though even for her it was hard not to feel overwhelmed. Sif’s shoulders locked.
“It is an honor,” she said stiffly. Natasha glanced at her, choosing her words carefully. She got the impression Thor’s friend was a little prickly, maybe.
“Hypothetically, sure,” she said. “But I get the impression you’re used to something other than just ceremonial duties.” Sif struggled, visibly, with how to respond to that. Natasha almost felt sorry for her.