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sigyns-drafts · 5 months

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A kiss under the evening sun 🌾☀️

Sif!Reader x Ror Thor

➩ You and Thor after a long day at Valhalla's court finally are let free! You suggest a picnic to Thor, because you know he loves food and nothing more then to spend the rest of his day with you. But he wonders how you'd be able to set one up so quickly?

➩ Reader type: Female reader.

⚠: Just wholesome romantic fluff!

A/N: Hope you enjoy it, it's my first little story after all!! <3

After a lengthy meeting in the majestic court of Valhalla, Thor and Y/n emerged, the weight of their responsibilities momentarily lifted.

The couple stepped into the golden glow of the late afternoon, holding each other's hands tightly. The air was filled with a strange warmth and sense of excitement.

Y/n, with her long hair flowing in the celestial breeze, turned to Thor with a mischievous smile.

"How about we escape the formality for a while and enjoy a peaceful picnic in the fields?"

Y/n suggested, lovingly lifting the hand she had held Thor's hand with, to cup his strong face.

Thor, ever the warrior with a heart that longed for simple joys, agreed enthusiastically in his own way, his unchanging face remains the same.

Though for y/n he would crack a small grin, even blush at the touch of the goddess he loved and admired so much.

"A picnic sounds..splendid! But how do you plan to organise it on such short notice?" he asks, his yellow eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Y/n chuckled to herself, the golden jewellery she wore around her wrists clicking softly against the keys she kept hanging off her side.

"Fear not, my dear Thunderer. For I have orchestrated many tea parties and picnics, I know a thing or two about creating delightful gatherings."

"Heh, If you say so y/n..i believe you~"

Thor grunts happily, his grin still remaining. Y/n really did bring joy and more of a purpose to his life.

Later when they strolled through the celestial fields, a place they had originally met a long time ago.

Y/n brought out a basket filled with fruits, nectar from the divine flowers, and an assortment of heavenly treats.

All things she knew Thor would enjoy after such a long day!

A blanket appeared beneath y/n's fingertips, woven with threads from the golden looms of Asgard.

Y/n smiles proudly as she watches Thor's eyes widen in surprise.

"When were you able to do this love..?"

Thor asks once more, rather confused that he hadn't seen this side of her abilities. Y/n just winks at Thor, ever so gleeful to have taken Thor by surprise.

She knew how unpredictable she could be, but that's what made her so interesting and for Thor to keep his attention on her.

"Looks like you'll have to pay more attention to me now, huh~?"

Under the radiant sun of Asgard, Thor and y/n found the perfect spot with a gorgeous view of the golden fields surrounding them.

They sat down together on top of the gold woven blanket and with y/n's magical touch, she adorned the surroundings with long crops that seemed to dance around them. Pulling the godly couple closer.

The mighty god of thunder watched in awe as y/n effortlessly transformed the space into a haven of tranquillity.

Thor felt his cheeks flush red like his long locks, his heart beat raising and a familiar warmth build up inside his muscular body.

"By my father's beard, you truly are a marvel, y/n" Thor exclaimed, admiration gleaming in his piercing yellow eyes.

Y/n grinned, her basket at her side as she settled onto the blanket. "A god's skills extend beyond the battlefield, my dear. Now, let us relish in what I've packed us."

Y/n was going to reach into the basket to pull out the fruits and snacks, but before she was able to put them on the golden blanket, Thor's tall and muscular frame leaned over y/n's smaller body.

Thor reached out, his fingers gently tracing the side of Y/n's face. A mixture of vulnerability and passion played across his strong features.

Y/n couldn't help but soften in response to Thor's touch. Without uttering a word, Thor leaned in, their warm soft lips meeting in a kiss.

It was a merging of two souls bound by destiny. The world around them seemed to fade away as they lost themselves in the embrace, surrounded by the rustling crops and the fading light of day.

The kiss lingered, a testament to the depth of their connection. When they finally pulled away, a silent understanding passed between them.

No words were needed to express the complex emotions that had woven themselves into the fabric of that shared moment. As they stood together in the field of crops, bathed in the dying sunlight.

"I love you so much Y/N..now let us feast~♡"

#writing #reader x character #reader x canon #fluff #romantic #romantic fluff #fem reader #record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #snv thor #ror thor #thor x reader #ror thor x reader #thor x sif

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mythos-soup · 5 months

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*Sif sneezes* Thor: Sif, are you sick? Here, let me wrap you in a blanket and hand-feed you some warm soup while singing you a lullaby! *Loki sneezes* Thor: Oh my norns. Shut the fuck up.

#classical mythology #mythology #incorrect mythology #incorrect norse mythology #incorrect norse gods #norse mythology #incorrect quotes #loki #norse gods #norse myth #sif #thor #thor x sif #sif x thor #queueueueueueueueueueueueueue #queue #quetzalcoatl #the norns

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careful-please · 1 year

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Who is HE

Ok. Ok, that's-. That's a tall man. Like really tall. You really can't be blamed for staring. You have never seen someone so tall and imposing. He was even taller than the 7ft tall General. Who up till this point was the tallest man you had ever laid eyes on. And the General was speaking softly to him. His brow pinched in what looked suspiciously like guilt and concern.

You can't hear what they are saying from across the room but you would pay good money to just be in earshot. You really want to know his name. He's so large and.... well, he looks really tired and resigned. Lost some family in the fight if you had to guess. But what a warrior. He fit every stereotype of the perfect Nordic warrior. And you really wanted to know his name.

The mead sits heavy in your gut as you stand and try to subtly work your way towards the two mighty warriors, never taking your eyes off the taller man. You pause briefly by a pillar just a yard away when the man looks up randomly and makes eye contact with you. You freeze, butterflies fill your stomach. As quickly as it happened it was over. Your heart sank as he looked back at the General to answer a question.

But you would not be detered. You needed to know this gaint of a man. Needed to know his story, hear his voice, feel his strength. You feel a faint flush at the piercing realization that you are attracted to this stranger if only slightly. Maybe this isn't such a good idea.

Oh well. You continue to slowly inch closer, all while keeping an eye on the pair. You swear it seemed like the General was imploring the larger man to- do what you could not guess. To little information to go on. But it seemed very important based on the General's overall demeanor. You got the impression the gaint man was unconvinced.

Finally you had positioned yourself just a few feet away and could just barely make out some snippets of the conversation. Something about an undeserving father, responsibility to the people, and a daughter in need of her father.

Well. That sounded way more interesting than anything you had initially imagined. But what was the man's name?! You leaned closer trying to hear better.

"-Thor, if you will not listen to me than at least listen to Thrúd. She is determined to make you proud. Children will often act out in their attempts to curry the favor of their absent parents. If you do not listen she will simply run headlong into danger trying to be something she is not. Trying to be you." The General said lowly, his toned laden with palpable concern. Urging Thor to understand.

Thor. THE mighty Thor. Never in your wildest dreams had you ever thought you would lay eyes on your favorite fairytale. Admittedly not your favorite god, but the stories your da told you as a little girl about the bringer of storms had inspired many crazy adventures into dangerous ruins filled with all manner of monsters and cruel men.

Alright, this just got ten times better. And crazier. You were feeling overwhelmed. What were you trying to get yourself into? You must be drunk and hadn't realized it. Why else would you be plotting to make a move on a married man who also happened to be one of your favorite gods? It was madness. What would your mother say?!

Before you could get too excited you spotted a truly beautiful woman approach the two warriors. Her hair long and neatly braided and her face slightly pinched while she eyed the tankard in Thor's hand. It could be none other than Sìf, wife of Thor, mother of Thrúd. And there go all your plans. You watched as she spoke pointedly to Thor gesturing to his cup of mead. Thor shook his head and offered her the tankard. This seemed to appease her somewhat, her expression relaxing. She turned to the General and spoke briefly, obviously excusing her husband as she grabbed his hand to gently tug him away. To his credit you heard the General softly call to Thor, " Consider what is best for your child. Listen to her. She knows what she wants more than any other."

Well, this was just disappointing. Now you felt guilty for eavesdropping and coveting a married man. Time to go to bed. As you quickly made your way out of the longhouse you kept muttering to yourself. You could hear your mother's disappointed tone in your head and your brother's teasing laughter at your poor luck.

So wrapped up in your head, you didn't notice the body standing just outside the longhouse until you ran straight into a solid back. You bounced off with a audible 'oof', and stumbled back a few steps holding your nose. It wasn't broken but having it squished so suddenly was unpleasant.

You muttered a annoyed apology and examined the wall of muscle you unwittingly assaulted. It was Sìf. Wonderful.

You started stammering out a louder apology while she turned around fully to assess you properly. In a bemused tone, she assured you that you have inflicted no harm whatsoever, it would take much more than that to hurt her. And that had you flushing slightly. You could feel, with some mild horror, the girl crush blooming on the spot. Damn your severe adoration for any woman strong enough to choke the life out of you. Now was certainly not the time for it to be rearing it's filthy head.

You started backing up, tripping over your feet, and babbling rapid fire about how you meant no offense. Who would want to offend such a beautiful goddess, the wife of Thor, the most desirable woman you had ever laid eyes on. Oh gods, you were going to sew your own mouth shut if she didn't kill you for such an embarrassing tirade.

But to your emmense awe and infinite relief, not only was she giggling towards the end you saw Thor chuckling behind her. He remarks that you have excellent taste while his wife just shakes her head in baffled amusement.

Thoroughly red in the face and still backing up, you try to excuse yourself. But Thor steps forward and offers his hand.

Oh lord, he's talking about bedroom 'fun' and saying how he and Sìf like to keep things interesting by inviting a third person to their bed every so often. Now you are standing there frozen with your jaw hanging open and your eyes wide in disbelief. They want you. In their bed. Together. Doing very naughty things.

You have to pinch yourself to make sure your not dreaming which gets another chuckle out of both of them. And Thor prompts you for an actual answer, wiggling his outstretched fingers in your direction. You really can't say yes fast enough as you run into their open embrace and giddily follow them back to their bed. Your pretty certain you won't be waking for breakfast tomorrow and you really hope you won't be walking after either.

Let the fun begin!

#gow #god of war #gowr #thor gow #sif gow #fic #i know it's bad #im sorry #please be gentle #am baby #thor x sif x reader #thor x sif #thor x reader #sif x reader #carefulwrites

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alyceinwonderland777 · 11 days

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"By your side until the end."

#Thor #Thor Odinson #Sif #Lady Sif #Thor x Sif #Sif x Thor #Thunderwar #Chris Hemsworth #Jaimie Alexander #marvel #mcu

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rachbloomz · 11 months

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Lady Sif : Icons

Like or reblog if u save.

Don’t repost!

#comic icons #icons #icons marvel #comic icon #icon #comicicon #marvel comics #quadrinhos #thor #thor odinson #odin #odin allfather #lady sif #thor x sif #thor 2020

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godsofhumanity · 2 years

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Thor: *is carrying all the groceries*

Sif: *holds out hand to help*

Thor: *aggressively moves all the groceries to one hand to hold Sif's hand*

#i think they'd be like this. idc if that's not correct. that's the way it is now.#thor #sif #thor x sif #norse gods #norse mythology #incorrect norse gods #incorrect norse mythology #incorrect mythology #mythology #s: tumblr #queuetzalcoatl

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heres-the-marvel-tea · 1 year

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#Thor #Thor x sif #fosterson #thorkyrie #brucethor #Thorki #thundershock #thundershield #scarlet thunder #tharol #Jane foster #sif #Loki #Darcy Lewis #Steve rogers #wanda maximoff #Carol Danvers #Valkyrie #Bruce banner

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girlfromasgardsblog · 10 months

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Revels

Asgard

Your girl from Asgard is currently at the revels hosted on the celebration of the Summer Solstice (Sonnenwende). I can see Sif waiting for the Prince and heir to Asgard, Thor Odinson, to ask her for a dance but he enjoys the revels from his seat, looking at his people and breathing the scent of festivities.

#thor #asgardian #thor of asgard #tales of asgard #thor fanfiction #loki friggason #thor odinson x reader #lady sif #thor x sif #fandral #asgard #old gods of asgard #norse deities #norse gods #incorrect marvel quotes

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djcanipe99 · 4 months

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#thor x sif #thunderwar #thunder cats 2011 #eric x Rachel #boy meets world #lionoxcheetara

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loveloki555 · 6 months

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Logyn and Thunderwar

#mcu sigyn #justice for sigyn #lady sigyn #sigyn marvel #logyn #loki x sigyn #loki #loki odinson #loki of asgard #lady sif #thor x sif

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lavellenchanted · 2 years

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I’ll Crawl Home (3/?)

A post Infinity War reimagining where Sif survives the Snap and tries to find her way back to Thor.

Read on AO3

Gulls wheel and shriek overhead as the sleet-grey waves crash against the rocky cliffs stretching out along the shoreline. A stony path climbs up from the docks into green hills and cliffs topped with yellow grasses that sway in the breeze and whitewashed stone houses that reflect back the glare of the sun. The town is built around a wide, square dock and that seems to be the heart of the most of the activity, with small fishing boats going in and out and catches being hauled up to the road.

It is a far cry from the tall golden towers and sleek elegance of Asgard. As she walks down the main thoroughfare, Sif cannot help but grieve for all that has been lost even as her heart sores and tears gather in her eyes at the sight of Asgardian faces walking around her and the sound of Asgardian voices calling to each other. Her people were once the greatest warriors throughout nine realms, protectors and guardians who were respected and revered across the galaxy. Now they are barely enough to fill one small Midgardian town. When she passes the sign that has been altered to read Welcome to New Asgard, a sharp twist of sadness slices through her.

There isn’t room in the narrow, sloped maze of streets or on the dock to land a ship, and Sif had no wish to cause any alarm, so she brought hers down a little way outside the town and walked the rest of the way. At first she was frustrated at having to add even those few extra minutes to her journey, but now, seeing her people and knowing that, finally, she has reached the end of the search that has consumed her she almost wishes there were another ten miles to walk. Her stomach is a leaden weight of knots, while her heart beats frantically against her ribs like a bird trying to free itself from a cage.

Four years . . . Sif has been looking for Thor for four years, and in that time she has imagined their reunion many ways. But she never thought it would come after a cataclysm that destroyed their world and most of their people.

Will he even want to see her?

Or will he blame her, for not being there?

Her hands are shaking a little as she turns in a slow circle in the middle of the dock, trying to ascertain by sheer instinct where in the town she believes Thor would settle.

She must admit, Natasha was right about the clothes. The Norwegian wind rolling in off the sea is bitingly cold as it buffets her, and Sif is thoroughly glad of the thick knitted jumper, jeans and boots she wears. They are certainly better protection against the weather, but she cannot help but feel strangely vulnerable without her armour. At least she still has her sword, strapped to her waist. She puts a hand to the pommel and the touch soothes her a little.

Thor is her closest friend, and has been since they were small children. He championed her when she wished to become a warrior, and they have fought side by side countless times. No matter what else has happened, there is a bond between them that cannot be broken.

He may never love her the way she yearns for, but he will never turn her away or not be glad to see her. She has to believe that.

“Hey. Can I help you with something?”

Sif turns at the voice. The woman staring at her isn’t a face she knows, but there is an unmistakeable air of authority about the way she holds herself and the way others on the dock look towards her. Her long, curled dark hair is pulled back into a tight braid, and she wears the same sort of Midgardian clothes as everyone else, but Sif knows a fellow warrior when she sees one. Which would not be so remarkable – Asgard was a large place, after all, she hardly knew every single citizen – except that when she left four years ago, Sif was the only female warrior Asgard could boast.

“I am looking for Thor,” she replies, holding her head a little higher.

The woman raises an eyebrow. “And you would be . . .?”

“I am L –”

“Lady Sif!”

Before she can finish speaking, she is barrelled into by a small figure that wraps her in a hug. Startled, Sif stands there awkwardly until the figures pulls back to smile up at her, revealing a round, cherubic-like face with wide grey eyes and ash-blond hair.

“Fulla,” she breathes in surprise. It is the first face that she has known in years, and it causes a sudden, intense swell of emotion in her breast, so strong it almost chokes her. “It’s – it’s good to see you.”

“And you, my lady.” Fulla had been a friend in Sif’s childhood, but when she had gone to train as a warrior, Fulla had been taken into the palace as one of Frigga’s handmaidens. They had crossed paths occasionally, when Sif served in the Queen’s Guard and at feasts and celebrations. Fulla had been particularly favoured by the Queen, as she recalled, and wept most keenly at her funeral. “We never knew what happened to you after the King – though I suppose I should not say that, as it was not the King, but Loki in the end. When you did not return, we feared the worst. Praise Ymir, that you are safely returned.”

So they know of Loki’s deception. That is not such a surprise, having seen his body in its true form among the rest of their people; once Thor returned to Asgard it would not have taken him long to discover his brother, Sif is sure.

“I was trying to find Thor, but by the time I traced him he was already returning. I followed but I – I was too late. I am sorry.”

Fulla shakes her head. “No, do not be. You could not have stopped it. I am only glad you are here now.”

Sif tries to smile, but she’s not quite sure she manages it.

“Where is Thor now?”

For some reason, Fulla bites her lip and looks uncertain. “Well, he’s – he’s – ”

“He lives at the top of the hill,” the other woman, the warrior, interjects, peering at Sif with keen, dark eyes. “I’ll take her, Fulla.”

“Oh, yes, of course.” The offer is clearly a relief to her. “This is Lady Sif, one of Asgard’s fiercest warriors. Sif, this is Brunnhilde. She is a Valkyrie, and has been an invaluable help to us these last years.”

Sif’s eyes widen as she looks again at the woman, her mouth opening in quiet awe. A Valkyrie? It’s been over a millennium since the Valkyries rode. It was the tales of their deeds that first inspired Sif to take up a sword, and it was also those tales that had become her greatest obstacle in being accepted as a warrior – the Valkyries had been wiped out in their last great battle and, in the wake of their demise, the Lords of Asgard had begun discouraging women from taking up weapons.

“I thought the Valkyries were all gone,” she said.

Brunnhilde smirks a little, and rolls up her sleeve so Sif can see the white emblem that she knows so well emblazoned on her dark skin. For a moment she is a child again, tucked up in bed and listening to soft sound of her mother’s voice telling her stories of women in shining armour, riding winged mounts to defeat their enemies.

“All but one, and that isn’t for lack of trying on my part.”

“It’s an honour to meet you.” Sif feels a little dazed, to be meeting one of her childhood heroes in the flesh. In some strange, twisted way, she supposes it makes sense that such a dream would come true only at the literal end of their world.

“And you.” Brunnhilde gives her an assessing glance, but Sif isn’t sure what her conclusion is. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Indeed?”

“Mm. Thor has told me many stories about you, and your friends, the Warriors Three.”

She offers a small smile, as if to reassure Sif that the stories have all been happy and affectionate – but Sif is too distracted by the sudden, cold apprehension running down her spine. If Thor has only told her stories of their friends . . .

“Then our friends,” she says slowly, trying to keep her voice steady. “Fandral, Volstagg, and Hogunn – are they . . .?”

Realisation flashes across Brunnhilde’s face, quickly followed by sympathy. Fulla gasps, and as Sif’s gaze slides over her, her expression crumples.

“Oh. Oh, Sif . . . I’m so sorry.” She shakes her head, and Sif – who thought she had already felt as much grief as one person could in a lifetime – feels as if she is standing at the end of an ocean as a tidal wave advances, helpless to do anything but watch as it crashes down and pulls her under. “They didn’t – they fought so bravely. But she – she killed them.”

She? Sif isn’t sure who Fulla means, but at the this moment it doesn’t seem to matter.

In her mind she sees Fandral’s bright, charming grin, hears Volstagg’s roaring laughter that could fill any room, feels Hogunn’s quiet amusement as they shared an eyeroll at their friends’ antics. They cannot simply be gone, empty space where they used to stand beside her. Their last goodbye cannot have been the last time she will ever see them and speak to them. It’s unthinkable.

And yet the faces watching her now say that it’s true.

With Asgard obliterated and half the universe turned to dust, it was far too much to hope that they might all have escaped. Sif knows that – but it does not make the pain beating at her any less.

She wants to cry, or to scream, but she cannot do it here. Not now. She is fighting to keep her head above water, to keep breathing, and she can only focus on one thing.

“Thank you for telling me. Will you take me to Thor now, please?”

If she can just get to him, then perhaps she can survive this.

Brunnhilde nods, and there is something in her gaze that suggests she understands exactly what Sif is feeling. She starts up the hill, gesturing for Sif to follow. Fulla reaches out briefly to give Sif’s hand a squeeze, but stays behind, watching her go.

The chill breeze sweeping over her is a blessing, carrying away the tears gathering on her eyelashes before they can fall. She breathes in the salt on the air, trying to regain her equilibrium.

At first Sif struggles to focus simply on placing one foot in front of the other, but as they walk she becomes vaguely aware of passing others who recognise her, turning and muttering to each other in surprise. They must have assumed she was long dead by now, either lost in space or perhaps turned to ash on the wind in the Snap. Does Thor think the same? What about the Warriors Three? Did they die believing she had failed or – ?

That thought is too much to bear, so she stops it short, searching for something else to occupy her mind. Brunnhilde has been silent so far, for which she is grateful, but conversation seems the best distraction right now so Sif asks,

“How are things here?”

The Valkyrie glances at her and her mouth pulls thoughtfully to one side.

“Tough,” she replies bluntly. “People are having to learn a whole new way of life in the middle of grieving and it’s not easy. But Asgardians are tough people. And right now, after everything they’ve gone through, they know how important it is to stick together. Not that it’s been all smooth sailing, but . . . they’ve got perspective. Less inclined to fight about petty shit at the moment, which helps.”

Her accent is unmistakeably Asgardian, but the way she speaks is far more like someone from Midgard – simple, straightforward, without much of the formality that is ingrained into Sif’s own speech. It seems a contradiction at first, but then again it will have been centuries since Brunnhilde was among Asgardians. Why should she speak like them still?

“I wish I could have been here with you.”

Brunnhilde shrugs. “You’re here now. And you were trying to help them.”

It’s not the same, and Sif suspects Brunnhilde knows it.

They fall quiet again for a time, then Brunnhilde leads her off the main path on to a branching road that winds around to the top of the hill where a single, whitewashed house sits at the crest. Sif looks up at it and feels her heart skip a beat.

Thor is in there.

They’re almost to the door when Brunnhilde stops and faces her, eyes serious and mouth pressed into a line.

“You should prepare yourself. He’s . . . not the same Thor you knew.”

It is similar to what Natasha told her and Sif has expected as much, but even so the flicker of worry is made sharp by a kind of irritation.

How long have either Brunnhilde or Natasha known Thor? A few years? Sif has been by his side for over a millennium. She has seen his very best and his very worst, watched him grow and change and mature from a boy to a man – she knows him through and through, has memorised him from the inside out.

Whatever pain he is suffering now, however much grief has marked him, do they really think that it is enough to somehow change that? That four years apart, after fifteen hundred stood shoulder to shoulder, means she will look at him now and not recognise him?

All she says is, “We are both changed.”

It seems Brunnhilde still hears what she leaves unspoken, however, as she gives her that intense, assessing look once more and then nods slowly.

“I guess time changes everyone, huh?”

She flashes Sif a sudden grin, then turns and strides the last few feet to the door. She doesn’t bother knocking, just opens it and leads Sif down a narrow hallway to the main room. Before they come inside, Sif can hear high pitched, electronic shooting noises and then an unfamiliar voice whining, “Oh, come on, that is just unfair . . .”

When she steps out from behind Brunnhilde, she sees what at first glance appears to be a living, breathing statue sat on a sofa, a pair of headphones on its head and its granite face carved into a look of heavy concentration as it stares at a television screen. Sif glances at it, and sees figures she recognises as being from the sort of simulation game that Midgardians like to play – video games, that’s what they’re called. She remembers coming across them the last time she was here and finding them an entertaining albeit far more primitive form of technology than anything Asgard boasts.

Than anything Asgard boasted.

Another wave of grief pulls at her as she has to take a moment to consciously correct her thoughts. All their technology would have been destroyed along with their world, and she is not sure if Earth will have the materials necessary to recreate it, even if the minds that could do so have survived.

. . . will she ever get used to the idea that’s all just gone?

There’s a flicker of movement from the corner of the sofa, and Sif realises another creature is sat beside the rock creature, a sort of insectoid with a purple carapace that almost blends into its surroundings.

“Let’s see how you like it – take this,” the rock creature is saying, still fixated on the screen, and Sif notices that it’s holding a controller – one its large, stony hands don’t appear to be optimised for as the next moment it hisses loudly, “Shit, I didn’t – oh shut up, you little –”

In apparent disgust it – he? – pulls the headphones off and throws the controller to one side before looking up at them and waving.

“Oh, hey, Valkyrie.”

“Still haven’t beaten him?” Brunnhilde asks with a smile, leaning against one wall with arms casually folded.

His answer is a sigh. “No. He keeps blasting me and I can’t dodge quick enough. But I’ll get him eventually. Just you wait and see.”

“I believe you. Anyway – this is Lady Sif. Sif, this is Korg and Miek.” She gestures at the two of them in turn. Sif nods at them, wondering where they came from and how they ended up keeping company with Thor. “So. Where’s the big guy?”

“Outside.” Korg gestures at the corner of the room, where a door presumably leads outside. “But he’s not in a good mood. Said he didn’t want to see anyone.”

“He’ll want to see her. Go on then. I think you can take it from here.”

This last is directed at Sif, with a nod towards the door.

Sif just stares at it for a moment, her heart drumming wildly against her ribs at the thought that finally, after all this time, she has made it. On the other side of that door is the man she has spent the last four years searching for; all she has to do is step through and she’ll be with him again.

And after that . . .

After that, what?

Before the Snap, before everything, it had been clear. She would find Thor, and return with him to Asgard to set things right. Now, Sif has no idea what comes next. And while part of her says it doesn’t matter, so long as she is by Thor’s side, part of her is suddenly very afraid to go out there and find out.

What if he doesn’t want to see her? What if he blames her, for not being there?

The thought of going out there and having him turn away from her makes her stomach church and a tense, slick anxiety rise up within her.

Her hands clench at her side, and she imagines the Warriors Three stood with her. Fandral would laugh, shaking his head, and say to the others, “Can you believe this? She drags us across the galaxy for years looking for Thor and now she’s here she won’t even go through the door. Maybe we should just go first.”

Volstagg would chuckle, but clap him on the back of the head and reply, “Any chance we can get some food in here while we wait? I get the feeling this might take a while.”

“Be quiet, both of you,” is all Hogunn would say, before giving her an understanding nod, his eyes warm.

(How, how can they be gone?)

Picturing it gives her strength, and, taking a breath, she walks towards the door. Her hand trembles as she lifts it and turns the handle.

It leads out into a garden that stretches up to the top of the hill the house is built on. The grass is overlong, swaying in the wind, and a tree covered in small white blossoms stands to one side. Its trunk stretches into a slight curve and there, standing below its trailing branches, his back to Sif as he leans on the fence, looking out over the town, is Thor.

Sif’s breath catches in her throat.

His hair is shorter than the last time she saw him, just brushing the tops of his shoulders and from the back it looks somewhat unkempt and tangled. It’s not like him; he always took such pride in his hair. Remembering what both Natasha and Brunnhilde said about Thor being a dark place, Sif wonders how well he is taking care of himself.

Like she’s walking in a dream, she moves towards him. He doesn’t turn, doesn’t give any indication that he knows anyone else is there, but when she’s only a few steps away he snaps, “I said I did not wish to see anyone today.”

His voice is harsh, but even so Sif can’t help but smile to hear its low, familiar tones once more.

“I thought,” she says, and immediately his whole body goes rigid, “you might make an exception for me.”

#lady sif #sif #thor #thorsif #thor x sif #my fic #i'll crawl home fic #I saw gifsets of sif's 2 scenes in love and thunder #and the annoyance that the mcu is STILL doing my girl dirty reminded me to continue this #I will channel my frustration into fic #otp: I courted war

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