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I was browsing through my Sifki album (yes, yes, I have one) when I stumbled across this video. I do not remember creating this, nor sharing it in any other platform. I do not even recall the song title, nor the singer (LOL!) but based on how it was done, it looks like a completed project.

Not that I'm complaining, though 😅

I guess I can submit this as Day 7 entry for @sifkiweek ? 🤭

P.S. I do not own the song, nor the clips in this video (of course you already know that) 😜

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“Loki,” she warned, “you’re making this very complicated.” “That’s the idea,” he said, his voice velvet-smooth. And indeed, it was much simpler when he was an arrogant nuisance and she was his reluctant keeper. He curled his fingers slightly and asked again. “Please. Dance with me,”  “You really are trouble,” she said softly and accepted his hand. She allowed herself to be pulled to her feet.  “I get that a lot,” he leaned in, and pulled her closer. “Hence the need for a babysitter.”

Final chapter is now complete for @sifkiweek

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Thank you!

As we come to end of Sifki Week we'd like to take a moment to thank everyone who participated. Whether you made a creative contribution, left a comment, or reblogged a post - we appreciate you! This ship is small and we cherish everyone aboard.

We hope everyone is inspired to keep the creativity flowing. Just because we've technically reached the end date doesn't mean we'll stop posting! Feel free to continue to post any works you have in the coming days - tag us or drop a comment so we can continue to share any late works.

And don't forget to follow @mischiefandmistletoe for updates on this year's upcoming holiday exchange.

Thank you again 💕

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"I just don't understand," Sif exhaled raggedly. "There are so many ways that we can forge alliances with the Alfar. We could send provisions and aid. Our weapons, or even station Einherjar on their lands for additional protection!" "We could," Loki agreed. "But a political marriage? Of all things, that was the one thing I did not want for her." Loki sighed, a weariness settling deep into his bones. He had been here before, many years ago, fearing that he was to be bound to the altar of political sacrifice. As a prince of the realm eternal, everything he did was always supposed to consolidate or aid the realm. He had known that ever since his earliest days even if the words had been unspoken.

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Thor’s brow furrows, such pain in those blue eyes. "Loki yet lives. Thanos took him prisoner after the slaughter of Asgard."

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some with arrows, some with…flags?

by violetswrites Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Loki/Sif (Marvel) Characters: Sif (Marvel), Loki (Marvel) Everybody knows that Friday nights at Camp Rainbow Lake are synonymous with capture the flag. It's been tradition since the camp was first founded forty years ago and is now so entrenched in the rhythm of life here that by the end of orientation everyone is already beginning to plan.

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a @sifkiweek camp counselor AU for day 7, red (and also day 6 capture but I did not finish it in time)

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Sifki Week 2025 - Day 3 - Dress | Crown (@sifkiweek)

"Your majesty, the king has sent you a gift," her handmaiden said with a grin, opening a large box as she bowed before the queen.

Sif's heart nearly stopped once she saw the contents, a midnight blue celestial gown laden with silver moons and stars. She had never seen anything so beautiful - and so familiar.

She ran her hands over the ornate frock, noticing a small note tucked away between the layers.

For Tonight. To outshine them all. - L

"Where is he?"

"In his study," the maid replied, her face in awe at its beauty. "Do you wish to try it on?"

"Yes," she nodded, smiling as she batted away a stray tear from the corner of her eye. "And then I must go to him."

A soft knock came upon the door.

"Enter."

Sif peered around the corner of the entryway and found Loki sitting at his desk, frantically scribbling orders and signing various documents. He looked tired, worn out from the never-ending duties bestowed upon him.

He looked up eventually, not expecting her so soon. He removed his wire rimmed spectacles and smiled, immediately standing from his desk to greet her.

"You look beautiful," he whispered, reaching a hand out as she approached him. "Like a dream."

"Or a very distant memory," she smirked, entwining her fingers with his.

"Do you remember?"

"I remember," she nodded, her voice cracking with emotion. "We were very young."

"Yes."

"I was in the dining hall after training, when the ball was announced," she recalled, shaking her head at the events of so long ago. "Thor was mocking the idea of me in anything other than armor. I drew the dress on a napkin, knowing well that I would not attend and that I would never wear anything so beautiful. You sat down next to me in silence, the only one who noticed my tears."

"I should have asked you to the ball," he said, his voice full of aching and regret. "And I should have conjured snakes in Thor's lunch."

"This more than makes up for it, I assure you," she laughed, looking down at the beautiful gift she wore, smoothing down the fabric. "I cannot believe you remembered every detail so well."

"I held on to your rendering," he said, unfurling a small piece of crumpled parchment from his pocket and placing it down on the desk. "Fished it out of the waste."

Sif's eyes began to water.

"You kept it?"

"Yes," he said quietly, reaching up to brush a tear from her cheek. "I vowed that one day, I would have it made for you. That I would seek the finest tailor in all the nine realms and throw a ball, in your honor."

Sif stood, awestruck at his words. There was never a day that went by where Loki didn't make certain she was happy, didn't find new ways to express his profound love and admiration for her, but this was another kind of extraordinary. For he had reached into her past, into part of her soul, healed an unpleasant memory and replaced it with something beautiful. It was pure magic, magic that only he was capable of.

"This was all - for me?" she asked, finally finding her voice. As queen, it was expected to have to entertain guests and attend balls, but usually there was some sort of rationale for them. She hadn't realized until now that she was never given one.

"Yes."

She smiled as she inched forward, pressing her lips softly against his.

"Thank you."

"You are most welcome, my love," he replied, his fingers gingerly grazing the sides of her waist, taking in the sight of her once more. "Though admittedly, it is a gift for my eyes as well."

She silenced him again with her mouth, holding his face in her hands so that she could kiss him even more deeply. It was inconvenient how much she wanted him throughout the day, for they were frequently preoccupied with other tasks. Many times she was forced to put her needs aside, as was he. But a bilgesnipe could have busted through the door at that very moment and it wouldn't have stopped the insatiable desire she now had for him.

"The guests will be arriving soon," he said in between breaths, his fingers pushing through her locks, matching her urgency for him with ease. "But say the word, my queen. And we can delay for a while."

She looked at him and nodded, her eyes heavy, her heart pounding.

"Then let us delay."

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thor (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Loki/Sif (Marvel) Characters: Loki (Marvel), Sif (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Frigga Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Asgard, Secret Relationship, Jealousy, mentions of previous Loki/other, Sibling Rivalry, Álfheimr | Alfheim, Eventual Tragic Ending, Romance Series: Part 37 of Worlds of Chaos Summary:

Long ago, Loki and Sif courted in secret, safe from the jealous eyes of the court and the Einherjar, but in silence, shadows can grow.

A.N. This is the first part of a multi-chapter fic set inside the series “Worlds of Chaos,” but you don’t need to read the earlier fics to understand this one. The author’s note in the fic explains it more clearly.

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Day 7: Red / Green

The last day of Sifki Week is here! Today’s final theme is Red and or Green. You’re always free to share whatever your heart desires! You know the drill, please @ us,  tag your posts with #sifkiweek25 and/or comment here so we share it. We are so proud of this ship and can’t wait to finish on a high note!

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i've never been one for goodbyes

by violetswrites Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Thor (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Loki/Sif (Marvel), Sif & Axl Characters: Sif (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Axl Heimdallson, Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel)

a slightly belated offering for @sifkiweek day 6: kneel, chapter 3 of the New Asgard AU, featuring a midsummer celebration :)

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 "I thought today would be more about,” she gestured vaguely with her cup, “mindless stuff. Sippy cups, glitter glue, not…” she trailed off, biting lightly at the inside of her cheek. “This.” “And what is this?” his voice was soft. She didn’t answer right away, looking down at the pale swirl of wine in her cup. “This is...starting to feel complicated.”

For @sifkiweek circling back to day 4's prompt of "match"

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Day 6: Kneel / Capture

Happy Friday and welcome to day six of Sifki Week! Our prompts today are Kneel and/or Capture. Please tag your posts with #sifkiweek25, @ this blog, or drop a comment/link so we can share your creation with the world!

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“Turn out your pockets.” “Beg pardon?” he blinked, incredulous.  “I want to make sure you didn’t stash anything in there that could be used to cause a scene.” He arched a brow. Then, with an exaggerated huff, spread his arms wide. “If you’re so concerned, darling, by all means. Search me.”

For @sifkiweek ignoring the days but for prompts "ceremony" and maybe also "kneel".

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thor (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Loki/Sif (Marvel), Loki & Sif (Marvel) Characters: Loki (Marvel), Sif (Marvel) Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Quests, sifkiweek25, Sibling Rivalry, Asgard (Marvel), Revenge, Mischief Summary:

Thor’s birthday is coming up, and he’s chosen to spend it on a quest with his brother and friends. Loki is less than thrilled.

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the tale of the warrior and the dragon

by violetswrites Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Thor (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Loki/Sif (Marvel) Characters: Loki (Marvel), Sif (Marvel) Legend has it, that deep in the woods there lives a dark and powerful sorcerer who curses all those who cross him.

In her experience, Sif has found that, though he is certainly prickly and sly and suspicious, the sorcerer is not just a skilled magician, but quite a wonderful ally, perhaps even a friend.

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or, the fantasy AU for day 5 of @sifkiweek, featuring a warrior, a sorcerer, and a dragon-slaying quest!

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Thor (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Loki/Sif (Marvel), Loki/Sif Characters: Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Sif (Marvel) Additional Tags: sifki week 2025, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting Summary:

Sif has given Thor permission to set her up on dates with guys he knows, and he is determined to find someone great for her. It’d be a lot easier, though, if Loki would stop finding reasons to shoot down every guy Thor comes up with.

Another late offering for @sifkiweek, this time for day 4: match.

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Sifki Week 2025 - Day 2 - Prize | Possess (@sifkiweek)

A hush fell over the crowd of warriors as Odin stood from his seat.

"And now, we resurrect an ancient custom," he said, raising his cup in celebration. "After the great wars are fought alongside our brothers of Vanaheim and victory is achieved, we look to further strengthen our alliance. We do so by selecting the fairest, most eligible maiden in Asgard to bed a Vanir suitor of her choosing."

A few hoots and hollers came from the unruly crowd of drunken soldiers, but Odin once again lifted a hand to silence them.

"This year, breaking ever so slightly with tradition, I bestow this great honor upon the warrior shield maiden, Lady Sif. Beautiful as she is fierce. Strong as she is brave. A fine match for any warrior."

"Surely he jests," Loki whispered to Thor, laughing as he pushed the food around his plate.

Sif shifted uncomfortably in her seat, yet forced a dutiful smile. She was well aware of the archaic tradition, but the so-called "honor" usually went to some helpless maiden in the kingdom who found genuine joy and mirth in the occasion. For some it meant securing land, wealth, or any number of riches to bring home to their loved ones. It was a spectacle - one not meant at all for her.

"By the evening's end, she will choose the worthiest among you," Odin continued, his voice reverberating loudly off of the high stone walls. "So present your gifts, your talents, what you have to offer her. And may the finest warrior win."

Goblets of mead slammed rhythmically onto the long tables and cheers erupted at the Allfather's challenge.

"It seems unlikely, brother," Thor replied solemnly, well aware of the feelings Loki had secretly harbored for her for years.

Loki's face fell and his eyes flickered to Sif's in panic. He was surprised to find that her gaze had fallen upon his, her expression stoic, in true shield maiden form. But he knew her, far better than most. And she was not pleased.

Loki gave her a small nod and looked away.

"I cannot bear witness to this," he said angrily, abruptly standing to take his leave.

"Brother -," Thor said, gesturing for him to have a seat, but it was no use. He watched Loki storm out of the great hall, unbeknownst to anyone else.

Except for Sif.

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The evening went as expected. Sif was certain that every bumbling, drunken cretin in the nine realms was present, shamelessly vying for her honor. She felt desperate for a way out of the grueling situation, silently praying for some sort of miracle.

Suddenly, a hooded stranger entered the hall. His initial presence evaded most except for Sif, who had been watching the exit for a short while, dreaming of an escape. She watched curiously as he forced his way through the crowd, not stopping until he reached her.

He pushed off his hood and slowly dropped to one knee, bowing his head. He was handsome, well-built, with light brown hair and deep blue eyes. She couldn't place why, but his presence immediately put her at ease.

"My lady. I do not have the riches you may seek, the gifts you so deserve, but I will offer you that which others have not."

"Who are you?" Sif asked, thoroughly intrigued by the man.

"A simple warrior of Vanaheim. One who has admired you for many years," he continued, ignoring the growing riff raff around him

"And what do you offer her, stranger?" Volstagg boomed, eyeing the man suspiciously.

"The freedom to say no," he said, his eyes finally reaching hers. "For she is not a prize to be given at will."

"You dare insult tradition? The commands of the Allfather?" one warrior asked, taking a small step towards him.

"The tradition is antiquated," the man spoke plainly, unshaken, his eyes not leaving Sif's. "No woman in the nine realms should be forced to bed."

Odin shifted in his seat, but did not appear offended. The warriors piped up again in anger. Sif smiled to herself.

"If you will have me, I will come to your chambers. Should you turn me away then, I will ask no questions, bear no ill will. For the choice is yours alone."

"Then come to me tonight," she said quickly, her eyes boring into his. "Not as a stranger, but as yourself."

Sif's breath caught in her throat as he gave her a small, familiar nod.

Something in her stirred. She knew that look.

The man smirked, her choice of words not escaping him.

She instinctively reached down to grab hold of his hand and he brought the back of hers to his lips, squeezing her fingers gently as he did so. She squeezed his back.

"Then it is settled. The lady has made her choice," Odin clapped, much to the chagrin of the crowd. "May the alliance between our great realms continue to strengthen - and may we all revel in the remainder of this auspicious evening!"

The drunken warriors cheered at the Allfather's words, already forgetting their most profound defeat to date.

No one noticed Thor grinning into his mead.

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Under the cover of night, a quiet knock came upon Sif's bedchamber.

"Good evening," the man said as she opened her door, removing his hood as he bowed reverently.

"Good evening," Sif replied, curtsying in return. "You may enter."

The man walked in to the sacred space, trying hard not to notice the low cut frock she wore or the way it accentuated every perfect curve of her body. She gestured for him to sit before the fireplace, fetching a decanter and pouring a cup of wine.

"What you did for me this evening was most honorable," she said gratefully, handing him the chalice. "But I must confess, my heart belongs to another."

"Pray tell," he replied hesitantly, taking a long swig. "Who in the nine realms is fortunate enough to hold your favor?"

"A prince," she replied, taking a seat in the armchair opposite him. "A handsome, stubborn, conceited, arrogant prince."

The man swallowed, staring into the fire, her confession sobering.

"Thor."

Sif laughed, a little too loudly. "Not Thor."

He slowly looked over at her, his expression bewildered. Surely, she could not mean it.

"Show yourself," she said plainly, placing her wine down on the table beside her chair, their eyes locked.

"My apologies," he whispered, tearing his gaze away from hers . "I know not what you speak of."

"Show yourself," she repeated, rising from her seat to stand before his chair.

"Perhaps you would prefer this form," he said after a long pause, knowing full well the gig was up now, if he didn't before.

"I assure you, I would not," she demanded one last time, reaching for his hand. "Show yourself. And you will have me. All of me."

The man took her hand and rose from his seat, promptly dropping his guise. Where the stranger once was now stood handsome, stubborn, conceited, arrogant prince Loki.

Her savior.

The moment he appeared before her, Sif smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, crashing her lips into his.

"You are a fool," she laughed in between kisses, her heart pounding at the feel of his lips upon hers. "And yet, I owe you everything."

"You are beautiful," he whispered, pushing a stray hair from her eyes, returning her kisses with fervor and disbelief. "And you owe me nothing. The choice is yours."

She broke away from him momentarily, letting her dress casually fall to the floor on her way to her bed. Loki watched the goddess before him in the glow of the firelight, wondering how he found himself in such a reverie.

"Then I choose you."