Walk a Little Straighter

Brunnhilde shifted uncomfortably. Loki’s smile faded. “I’m actually trying going sober,” she said.
Loki was taken aback. “Oh,” he exclaimed awkwardly. “How honourable.”
Brunnhilde just gave him a side-glance and picked up her Dragonfang sword, twirling it around carelessly. “Don’t get too excited. I’m just trying it out.”
“My excitement is contained,” he deadpanned. He conjured a short sword and jumped into a stance. She mirrored him, and they began a lazy spar. “How long has this been going on for?”
“Since the post-attack party, Stark's been assisting me.”