#sif scribbles

[blade0fgrass]

[artilite]

star sailor 🎇

this was drawn a little over 2 weeks ago as i was in the middle of act 2! it's kind of funny in retrospect hahaha i put the star shaped light on sif as a nod to my vague theory that sif had a star for a heart/soul but lost it. Well it wasn't quite right but there was one line of dialogue going towards that direction? a win is a win

[celeryguy]

I can’t get enough of these guys

(have some messy doodles of them)

[yonch]

it's been 15 years and you can see better than ever

(design notes under the cut) (there are spoilers)

ok this got really long. here you go

sif:

ditched the cloak. it was collecting dust in their closet until recently, but they realized they don't need to cling to their grief so much anymore. someone else will need it more soon.

ditched the eyepatch. the prosthetic eye is a labor of love designed by isa, as is literally everything else they're wearing.

they cut their bangs finally and started braiding their hair back so it wouldn't obscure their vision as much anymore.

they like darker/tighter clothing and prefer function over form but unfortunately their gay ass boyfriend keeps treating them like a dress up doll so they're stuck wearing waistcoats and a fancy cloak. (they don't mind. it's designed to look like loop.) they keep flowers in their many pockets to give to people.

they're a woodworker in their free time. they don't usually talk about being any sort of savior so he just becomes sif the guy who's really good at carving birthday presents for people and also tags along with isa to charity parties and fundraisers

41 year old 5'1" they/he absolutely zero intention of Changing. bonded to isabeau. they adopted a kid who leo or i might post about some other time i think. her name is estelle.

isa: i'm not taking credit for the design that's by my friend @fembard /@leoweooo. i'll include his design notes

isa dresses mostly for comfort, he doesn't like wearing stuff that might get stained or ruined when he's dyeing clothes or chasing stelle around in the mud or something, all his fashion sense goes into his handiwork

he Changed a few more times over the 15yrs, eventually settled. picked up she/her pronouns again on the side but was never really able to ditch the name isabeau and he kinda ran out of names anyways...

kept the long hair, kept a few inches in height, very happy to fulfill the role of male (space) wife

can't ditch the kimono jacket it's the piece de resistance. odile influence and Wisening Of Age means its made with a little more knowledge of ka buan technique but still very clearly an Isa Design. the fabric is imported silk sif!!!!!!

39 year old Tall with a capital T he/she "i swear i'm not a weeaboo i'm just really into ka buan fashion" vaugardian indie clothing designer in your area help support this man in his attempts to use his family members as living advertisements for his brand

mira: with design input from @jastertown thank you my friend

i took a lot of inspiration for the sparkly, sheer fabric on her dress from euphrasie. she's not head housemaiden yet because she doesn't feel like she's ready but everybody knows it'll be her

speaking of inspiration. she's been taking a lot of fashion cues from a certain lady in dormont that she thought was kind of scary, but it turns out she's very nice? they're besties now.

she got rid of the earrings for a little bit but then she realized she just liked how they look on her. so now they go ding ding! it's for her and nobody else, and that's how she likes it.

moved her ornaments to her skirt because they ding ding more often there. her necklace also jingles with merriment.

38 year old she/her advanced cisgender+ legend who's realizing that people are trying to get her to be the pope but all she really wants to do is write yaoibait fiction that looks like it came straight off of ao3

odile:

my glorious hag. she started shrinking about 3 years ago. all those years of bending over books has finally caught up to her. her hips are fuuuuuucked. but she has a sick cane that sif carved for her so everything's okay

she was already pretty comfortable and settled in her sense of style when she was nearing 50 so i don't think she would change much. darker clothing maybe. ditched the high-waisted pants for some looser slacks.

she's started writing a familytale of her own. the only person she's told about it is bonbon, who caught her up way past their bedtime, and scribbled all over one of the pages. she'll pass it on to sif when the time's right, after she's written down everything she can remember about their family.

64 year old she/her wasian researcher recovering from hernia surgery who's getting really into things like "political activism" and "body craft law reformation in ka bue" and "making sure people aren't sourcing their hrt from back alleys"

bonnie:

prefers to go by boniface these days. it's cooler. more mature. please stop calling me bonbon that's a nickname from when i was 10 guys c'mon guys ugh fine frin you can still call me bonbon but not around my girlfriends ok (nobody calls them boniface except for odile)

speaking of which they have 3 butch lesbian girlfriends. this got established as a joke but i think they have it in them. they're still young!!!!!!! they should be at the club!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

they traveled for a while with everybody but eventually settled down back in bambouche to start a little family owned restaurant with nille featuring dishes from all over the globe. people travel from all over to get a taste of boniface's good eats... bambouche is bustling. (they have a few recipes that are sourced from the country. they meet people every once in a while who find something achingly familiar about it, and they usually direct those people to jouvente to get in contact with frin.)

26 year old they/them "i dont know how tall i am but i'm taller than za" chef cooker whose restaurant keeps lighting on fire because this time i swear nille i can figure out how to do cooking craft i swear i wont explode the kitchen this time please i promise

loop:

ok. this is where lozy gets to just talk about what he thinks happens post game. i think they stick around for way longer than they really should and follow the crew around on their travels (mostly invisibly) because they're sooo fucking scared of change they're sooo scared and they're so scared of their wish fucking up beyond belief. they're kind of incapable of aging or dying in this body and theyre like permanently 26 which is what spurs them to finally move on.

i think they go back to their timeline eventually after making a Brand New Wish to "go back to their real family." alas the universe leads and we can only follow. and it turns out loop has actually made a real family in stardust's world also. this is my justification for why they can pop in between sasasap and isat worlds without much repercussion. i think they're always permanently loop shaped in isat but i imagine they can probably go back to their original body in their home timeline... might design that later. who knows. i'm fucked like that

i just think they deserve a chance for their own happy ending you know. isat's a game about how it's never too late to communicate and how you shouldn't punish yourself forever and ever. and i think theyve punished themself enough you know.

ok tank you for reading if you read this far. it's really big and long so i would understand if you didn't. but i hope you liked it. thoughts appreciated. here's a little something for the people who read all the way through.

[kazehita]

I'm a huge fan of all your ISAT doodles! Sif esp their expressions are always so good on your style >:o

Would you happen to have any advice for someone who also wants to draw faster? I love how loose your doodles always look!

Wah !!! thank you so much !!!!!!!!!!! Honestly I've always really struggled with expressions, but Siffrin. They changed me.. Of course !!! Drawing looser was something I recently really worked at so it's fresh in my head! Tldr; art speed is all about having a solid workflow.

Earlier last year, I decided to do as many finished-ish pieces for Artfight as I possibly could. It really did speed me up!!!!! Gotta be careful taking on that kind of challenge though - it's really easy to burn out that way. I recommend taking something like that on when you don't have anything else going on at the time.

My workflow for those was sketch as fast as hell you can, clean up the sketch, flat colors down, and then bedazzle with layer effects. At the time, I really struggled to make flat-colored pieces look good, but I think i got it by the end!!

(this was for my homie okami, in artfight last year! I did 32 of these, in under a month. Phcoo.) But specifically with my isat doodles - the Real Speed comes from blocking it out with shapes first, sketching until it looks okay, coloring under it kind of approximately, and then slapping paint over the top, darkening the darks, and lightening the lights! and then i messily scribble over it again a bit to make it more vague.

( i didn't timelapse any of these doodles. do forgive me)

These sketches look the way they do because i don't really clean up the sketch that much, and I'm messy as hell with the coloring and shading. Having an eye for what is too much and what is too little just takes practice! Though, if you're like me, a very handy tip is to stay zoomed out on the canvas - when you're too zoomed in, its easy to loose track of the overall picture!

If you specifically want to sketch fast, use references! Pose in front of your own camera to get them even!! (i did not for the doodle above. that's why it took ten thousand year). It's terrifically annoying to find references for something specific, so in that situation I just accept I'll be in sketch iteration land for a while.

[marvelsimp97]

The Broken Princess (Loki x Reader) Part Ten

Summary: Reader is a princess of a kingdom where women are expected to sit at home, cook and be pretty. She was never like that to her mother's dismay and disappointment. She is forced into a marriage with the Asgardian prince, Loki and neither of them likes the idea. However, not because of the same reasons.

Word count: 3515

Warnings: smut at the end so minors pls skip to the next chapter!

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The Asgardian palace's residents and people all over the realm were getting impatient. Months passed since the younger prince's and Princess (Name)'s wedding and there was still no news about an heir. But not only the Asgardians were frowning upon it but Queen Frigga and King Odin.

Everyone around the young married couple saw how they loved each other only they couldn't realize it. However, the queen wasn't only beauty. She was one of the smartest women throughout the Nine Realms and she was already planning things. She thought she could make them confess by making them jealous but that didn't work seeing how they only grew more distant. She needed a plan. A good one.

"What should I do...?" she mumbled as she sat in her salon embroidering a blanket for a child.

"My queen?" spoke up Sif as she entered the salon after she was asked for by Queen Frigga. The warrior woman was one of the brightest strategists of Asgard and the queen knew she could confide in Sif with anything.

"Ah! Come my dear! We have a lot to discuss!" smiled Frigga up at the warrior woman who sat down across from her with a worried expression.

"About what, my queen?" raised an eyebrow Sif.

"About (Name) and my son..." she smirked mischievously back at Sif who couldn't help but chuckle.

Time skip~

You walked down the corridor to the library to give a lesson to the children who came to the palace to study. Every bunch of kids liked you just like you liked every one of them. Since your fight with Loki you realized how stupid you were. You didn't know what he was up to and acted without getting enough information. So instead, you decided to concentrate on teaching for now.

It wasn't like you regretted getting those few ladies killed... but your conscience started to wake up after pushed aside for a few weeks. Suddenly from nowhere a hand wrapped around your mouth and an arm around your shoulders. The cloth in the unfamiliar hand smelling of something strange making you grow weaker and sleepier with every second. You tried to protest but your limbs fell uselessly to your sides and darkness quickly took you.

Loki's PoV.

The raven haired prince was getting bored with the lot of paperwork the All-Father made him finish. Dealing with the angry council members, listening to every petty whine of the commoners was getting to him and on top of that his thoughts kept swirling around his wife since their fight.

He was angry and hurt, depressed and confused by her actions. He couldn't tell how many night was he imagining her soft body pressed against his side in that large bed which felt so empty whenever lied in it. Loki imagined (Name) smile at him in the morning many times, softly caressing his cheek with her soft small hand and kissing him with longing and love, passionate but soft. Many times he thought if he should've told her how he felt for her on that balcony he could've gotten a positive response. But what if this would've happened all the same, his confession in vain.

As Loki sat behind his desk quietly scribbling down something Thor burst into the room panting like he ran all the way here with a shocked and angry expression on his face. Loki lifted his head in confusion furrowing his eyebrows.

"Brother?" he asked.

"(Name) got kidnapped." responded the blonde prince clearly upset by the news. Loki jumped to his feet summoning his armor on himself, long green cape flowing in waves behind him as he walked up to Thor who was already making his way to the stables.

"Do we know anything?" the raven haired prince asked rage showing on his handsome features.

"I sent my men to get the location but they are not yet back." replied Thor.

"We cannot wait for them to get back. She could be in grave danger!" yelled the younger brother angrily. "I will find her on my own. My seidr worth much more than your men."

Loki didn't wait for Thor to say anything else, he teleported to the stables and saddled his black stallion, Aëaron as fast as he could. His heart was racing in his chest knowing he was losing time quickly. His mind was racing with images of (Name) lying on the ground in a basement covered in blood and bruises. He didn't want to think about the other outcomes especially not about the ones where she was dead. No matter how she was hurting him he couldn't stand the thought of her gone. He already lost someone he loved. He won't let it happen again.

Your PoV.

You heard a metal door closing somewhere. You slowly blinked your eyes open, mouth dry and nose running. There was a small lamp in the corner lighting up the small room you were locked into. Your (e/c) eyes spotted a pitcher of cold water with an empty glass next to it. Your hands and ankles weren1t bound to your surprise but that thought was quickly replaced by the thought of water.

You poured yourself a glass and drank some. It tasted a little bitter but you didn't care. Your throat was so dry and you were so thirsty you didn't care about the taste. When you downed half of the pitcher you sighed satisfied and looked around for a way out. There was a door in front of you, a small bed to the left and the lamp on the table with the water. You went to the door and tried to open it but it didn't budge. You banged your fist on the wooden surface but no one answered. You huffed in annoyance. What could they possibly want? Money? Revenge? You furrowed your eyebrows. Now you regretted being so careless about getting killed those few noble ladies.

You decided to wait for anything to happen and sat down on the bed pulling your knees up to your chest. Suddenly the air felt hotter but you saw nothing that could make it warmer. You closed your eyes concentrating on calming yourself assuming it could be a panic attack. After fifteen minutes you gave up as the heat got slowly more and more unbearable. You took off your large dark green dress and laid back on your back in your white under-gown. It was like a nightgown just a little shorter reaching to the middle of your thighs. Thoughts circled in your mind. You couldn't help but feel bad about yelling at Loki like that, saying you hate him when your feelings for him were the farthest from hate. You kept thinking back to the way he caressed your cheek on your wedding night at the balcony with that warm... admiring gaze of his. You wanted him so much to tell you he won't go to Sygin, you wanted so badly to tell him how you felt even if you would've gotten rejected.

"Please, do not leave me here..." you whispered tears rolling down your cheeks bubbling up from under your closed eyelids your lips trembling. You were sweating now a strange feeling in your core. You felt like... you were craving for something. It scared you because you didn't know what these feelings was.

Suddenly you heard something breaking then fighting before you heard a pained yelp then silence. Your heart pounded in your chest in hope that someone was coming for you. It could be Thor or Sif... or someone who would kill you for your crimes... Your eyes widened at that thought and fear gripped your heart tightly. The door to the room suddenly burst open when you were listening to the silence for a while now. You squealed in surprise and covered your head curling into a ball on the bed.

"(Name)?" you heard the only voice you didn't expect to hear and you were so overjoyed to hear his voice. "Are you alright? What happened to you?"

"L-Loki..." you whimpered as you pulled your hands away from your face sobbing out of shock. Your husband's blue eyes widened and pulled you into an embrace. "I... I thought I would never see you again... thank you... thank you for coming!"

"Sssshhh~" the raven haired prince petted your hair and kissed the top of your head. Your heart swelled with happiness at the feel of his lips on your scalp.

"W-where are we?" you asked wiping at your tears.

"In the castle of Lord Odarr. He is not here, he does not even know what those bandits are using his castle for." sighed Loki. "Did they hurt you?"

"N-no" you shook your head quickly. "B-but there is something... strange with me..." you suddenly grew aware of the pressure between your legs and your cheeks flushed. Loki furrowed his eyebrows in confusion tilting your head to let him inspect your face closely. His blue eyes widened when he realized what was going on with you and his cheeks quickly grew red. He clenched his jaw and you were afraid he would yell at you again but he never did. "Loki?" you breathed and it seemed to stress him more.

"They used some aphrodisiac on you..." he said looking away from you.

"The water..." you realized and your cheeks grew redder. You were ashamed but you needed him so badly. "L-Loki... I feel so hot..."

"I cannot do that... not like this..." he pulled away from you and started pacing in the small room.

"I-I know you hate me but... it is unbearable, please... do something." you moaned tears welling up in your eyes. It almost hurt, it was so unbearable. The raven haired prince turned to you sharply his handsome face shocked.

"No, no I do not hate you, (Name)." he said. "Where did that come from?"

"Y-you sent me away at the beginning... y-you said it is my fault... that she..." you mumbled. Loki sat down again in front of you cupping your face in his large hands.

"I was wrong. I was drunk and all of the things I said was bullshit and I am sorry for that... you never deserved to be treated like that... but knowing you were another person I could lose... I could not grow attached. I did not want to... in case I would lose you." he stared deep into your (e/c) orbs pressing his forehead to yours. "Please, forgive me (Name)..."

"I-I... I love you, Loki." you breathed your heart pounding against your ribcage violently. Your husband pulled away a little to look into your eyes again with wide surprised eyes before he pressed his lips to yours in a hungry kiss. You closed your eyes melting into the kiss. This was what you craved since a half year. His hands pulled you onto his lap and you pressed your body against his in want. "I-I... ah... I love you so much, Loki... I was craving for this for so long..."

"I love you too, (Name)..." Loki replied with a joyous beam on his lips as he captured your lips again pushing your white gown's skirt up your thighs resting his hands on your hips and caressing your hipbones as he let you grind into him panting and moaning. How he loved these sounds coming from your lips... how he wished he could have taken you way before. He was craving for your touch, your kiss, your lust filled gaze. And he was getting all of it now.

Loki flicked his wrist and the two of you were in a bedroom up in one of the castle's higher levels. Loki placed you on the edge of the bed before he removed his armor. You didn't know how he could remember each and every clasp of that armor but the more he revealed of his body the more wet your folds were. There was still shame in you but the urges were suppressing it for now. Your husband walked up to you when he was only wearing his black pants with smirk on his lips making your mouth water. He knelt down in front of you grabbing your knees and opening your legs slowly.

"I promise you, my love... you will never want another after I had my way with you." he purred into your ear nibbling on your earlobe.

"There never was and never will be anyone else who I will crave for other than you, my husband." you breathed with certainty. Loki was the only man you ever wanted or will and you wanted to show it to him. His blue eyes were almost completely black as he yanked you closer to his body kissing and nibbling on your soft flesh from your jawline to your collarbone down to your right nipple. Your skin, your nipples, everything was so sensitive. Even just a soft caress could make you moan and he was sucking on your nipple while his hand found your lower lips. His thumb pressed down on your clit before circling around it teasing, his middle finger dipping into your silky tunnel making you moan, gasp, squeal and writhe under his touch.

He bit down on your nipple pulling it a little and letting go making your breast bounce before he turned his attention to your other nipple. Your hands were curling in his raven black hair as you arched your back for him to get better access. Loki seemed impatient because he didn't play with your left breast as much and instead kissed his way down on your stomach to your pussy lips. Your breath hitched when his lips met your clit and his tongue gave it an experimenting lap earning a low moan out of your lips. Your felt him smirk before he attacked your sensitive bud making you yelp and pant.

"L-Loki..." you moaned. He pulled away to ravel at the sight in front of him.

"You are so beautiful, my love..." he breathed kissing you again letting you taste your own slick before he went back to pleasuring you. His long, slender fingers felt so good inside you pumping and caressing as he sucked on your clit. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten with every second. "I... I am going to..." you warned him.

"Cum for me, pet, cum for your king." he said with a low tone and that was all you needed. You came hard and long, your limbs trembling while you saw stars dancing in your vision. You fell back in the bed like a ragdoll as you tried to catch your breath. You heard Loki chuckle satisfied with your reaction but you knew you were far from finished. You leaned up on your elbows glancing down at his stiff member already dripping pre-cum. Your mouth watered and you crawled off the bed kneeling down in front of your husband. Oh, Norns... how arousing and satisfying it was to call him your husband.

"Now it is my turn to pleasure you, my king." you looked up at him lust blown your pupils wide. "Tell me what to do, how to give you what you need. Teach me."

He groaned lowly as he cupped your face tenderly.

"You do not have to, (Name)-"

"I want to." you interrupted him hungrily. Your fingers grabbed his length carefully, tenderly, gently and gave pumped his shaft experimentally. When you heard his breathing grow heavier your lips pulled into a smirk and decided it was time for you to taste him. You leaned forward licking the tip of his cock, the tip of your tongue lapping at it, circling around it drawing low moans and gasps from your husband.

You smirked before you opened up your mouth and took him in pumping him with your hand while you sucked on his head. Loki cried out in surprise and opened his eyes to look down at you with half-lidded eyes. You looked up at him lovingly as you took him deeper into your throat. At a certain point however you couldn't get him deeper.

"Swallow, darling." he breathed. You swallowed eagerly getting him deeper and earning a low moan from Loki. He tasted salty and bitter but this was the man you loved. You loved how he tasted and you couldn't wait for him to cum. You wanted to pleasure him, satisfy him. You bobbed up and down on his length feeling his hand grab your hair pulling on it. When you thought he would push you down on his length to your surprise he pulled you off his cock your lips leaving his tip with a lewd, wet pop. "I want you, (Name). Will you let me-"

"Yes!" you cried out in anticipation as you jumped up pulling him down for a kiss. "Yes, I want you, my husband!"

Loki chuckled after he woke from his surprise and caressed your cheeks with his thumbs lovingly.

"I love you so much, my wife." oh, Norns... how good it sounded on his tongue, how you loved the sound of it. You kissed him again hungry as you backed into the bed and pulled him on top of you. You spread your legs sopping wet and ready for him and circled your legs around his waist urging him with a tug to enter you. "Someone is eager..."

"I was craving for this for months, Loki! How can I be not eager?!" you scolded with a smirk on your lips shining with your saliva and his pre-cum. He growled lowly as he reached under your lower back making you arch into his chest. He kissed you as his other hand guided his cock to your entrance. You felt him slowly push in and the stretch was uncomfortable. As he pushed deeper and deeper it grew painful and you whimpered a little into his mouth before suddenly something snapped inside you and sent a painful wave throughout your core and it ended the next second. You panted as Loki pulled away from you to look at you with worry in his blue eyes.

"Are you alright, love?" he asked panting heavily. You nodded tears rolling down the sides of your face. He waited for you to adjust to his well, big size and tell him he can go on. Loki slowly pushed farther inside, then pulled out slowly. It felt incredible. You caressed his chest and nibbled on his neck as Loki moved slowly inside and then out. You wanted to show him how much you loved him and this all wasn't just the aphrodisiac. You started moving your hips as the feelings got incredible and you needed more. The two of you panted and moaned filling the room with lewd sounds but you didn't care if anyone heard you. You were ready to show everyone that you love him with every fiber of your being.

Loki's moves became faster as both of your orgasm was closing in on you. You were getting louder and your husband was relishing in the sweet sounds of pleasure he was earning from you. He was making your feel good, feel loved and taken care of and it made his heart swell with pride. His moves were raged and sloppy your fluids making lewd sounds as his skin met yours. The knot in your stomach snapped again and you cried out throwing your head back into the sheets. You felt his cock swell in your hot tunnel and soon you felt his hot seed shooting inside you.

Loki collapsed on you his arms circling around you and pulling you into a warm embrace. You panted heavily your chest heaving with his as you hugged his neck to you.

"I love you so much, Loki." you whispered tears welling up in your eyes. 2I have loved you since way before our wedding. I never uttered a word thinking that you were loving Sygin and I could not ruin that. She deserved so much better than that..." you cried as Loki leaned over you kissing your forehead, eyelids, cheeks, jaw and lips.

"I felt guilty for falling in love with you and not being with Sygin at the last period... but I never thought you could love me back. Thinking you were never going to love me back... I pushed you away and after she died... I pushed you away all over again fearing I would lose you if I would let you close." Loki replied kissing you deeply filled with love and longing. His tears mixed with yours.

"Oh, how wrong you were Loki..." you sighed laughing. "But I am happy that what I feel is reciprocated. I would not be able to spend another day without your touch, without your smile and laugh, my love. I love you eternally."

"Then maybe we should make up?" wiggled his eyebrows Loki as he leaned down and kissed you. The aphrodisiac must've been still in your system because your arousal ignited as you felt his length harden against your thigh.

To be continued...

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[intensitystoner]

Scribble for @sifkiweek

Day 2 - Time

~1600 words

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His return goes unnoticed by Earth's defence mechanisms – it’s about the third time, after all. Sif alone is allowed the knowledge. And her curiosity – so she names it – quite swiftly wins over her desire to keep an angered distance. She manages no longer than a day in New Asgard, then she’s on the way to London with a morning flight. 

He waits for her outside the airport leaning on a sleek dark vehicle, sporting a rich man’s attire and sunglasses, his hair only carelessly swept backwards, winding dark and shiny behind his ears. She keeps a straight face, like she had long been used to his capricious jumps between life and death. Her breaths are bent on betraying her as she walks up to the spot in a strictly regulated pace and taps the car’s engine hood as a greeting. 

“A fine illusion,” she notes. “Did you obtain it in a local junk yard?” 

“I can’t believe you hold me that cheap,” he complains. 

She shrugs. 

“It’s how most of us started out here, no need to be ashamed of it.” 

Loki opens the front door for her and then hops in behind the wheel, meanwhile admitting somewhat bashfully: 

“To tell the truth, I’ve been here for a while.”

The note makes her blood heat up a notch. She gazes out at the streets rushing by to hide any traitorous signs of insult. She shall remain as detached as she was left in the past two decades while he was busy destroying himself and some realms in numerous attempts. She was clearly indicated to be of no priority any more, her rather self-humbling attempts to contact him met firm rejection when he reappeared in Asgard as a convict. She can read a message well, and what reason would she have to forget it just now? 

“Would you be interested in a late breakfast, or perhaps an early lunch?” he inquires breaking the stretching silence. 

“I’ll get my own meal, thank you.” 

“Understood. Street hot dog it is.” 

“I hate that,” she breathes to the window with her thickest disinterest. 

“Thank you,” Loki mutters with genuine relief in his tone, which steals an undesired smile onto her lips. 

Giving up the sulk that she knows he’d easily counter and is only letting her keep up to appease her, she steals a glance at him from the corner of her eyes. He’s guiding the soft-humming earthen vehicle with the knack he has for any machines of the Universe, rolling the wheel with a loose palm like it’s unworthy of his touch. It’s his way of touching anything while in public, really. Sif remembers, even though she’d have plenty of reasons to forget. She is desperate to forget, in fact, especially now, while locked in a small space with the subject of her increasingly detailed memories, at least one for each knuckle on those long fingers. 

She all but flees from the metal box when the car stops in a parking lot. 

“Is this where you’ve been lurking around?” she asks to prevent the conversation from slipping out of her control. 

“Indeed. Not the most appealing location, but a tad better than those huts in… New Asgard.” He utters the name with a short chuckle. 

He guides her up to a loft with a view over the river: quite pleasant indeed. 

"And yet," she notes with a glass of wine in her hand and a purposefully nurtured grudge in her eyes, "it's not the kind of grandeur that’s rightfully expectable from you. Where are the servants? The garages? The library wing?" 

"Well, this complex does belong to me," he admits humbly, "as does 6 Chesterfield and Maughan Library. But you noted well that I'm trying to lay low; it's not my intention to stir the defence squads of Midgard just yet." 

"What makes you assume they don't know you're here?" she inquires. 

"I don't." He walks up to her and places his own glass on the windowsill. He speaks huskily, his eyes searching her face. "Would I have informed you if I did?" 

She makes effort not to turn her gaze away: not to give in to the welling up shame that she has helped SHIELD out a few times, and that he knows. It was her rightful choice, as she doesn’t owe anyone anything. 

He speaks through the silence while they face each other up close like this. 

“I wish to stay.” 

“Alas,” she fakes soft surprise. “the God of Mischief wasn’t welcome anywhere?” 

“It’s not that. I’d want to be where you are.” 

“Big words,” she breathes through her turmoil of doubt, sarcasm, joy, and some unnamed things. 

“No, they aren’t. You’ve always been the world for me, Sif. You’re the wisdom that I lack. You’re a haven for my rampant mind. However, I've never been able to tell what truly resides in your heart. It’s terrifying… But I don’t want to… " His lips tighten as he falters for a moment. "I don’t want to run from it any longer. It’s high time to face you.” 

She watches Silvertongue rummage through words. She interrupts before she’d think to stop herself. 

“You had clear priorities. Remember? You’re the one who refused to see me. You went out of your way, Loki, to avoid having to talk with me.” 

“Because, my dearest Sif, how would it fit your greatness to be the widowed mourner of a criminal, a fugitive, a usurper?” His hands move to hold her by the shoulders but cower halfway. 

“What has changed now?” She demands mercilessly, with the torn-up ache of her heart. 

“The Universe.” 

She sees the Universe light up in his eyes while he utters the answer. And she knows what he means, as she has always known; unlike others, she's had a knack for deciphering the tangled half-truths forged by his clever tongue. It may have been, she guessed, due to her pinpointed attention on his slightest moves. He made her addicted very early on, to the feeling of having him in a way no one else did. 

“I would have been there,” the words escape her on their own, her tone bends into accusation. “You should have trusted in me while you had the chance. Haven’t you seen me stand my ground through centuries of your self-abasement? Was I not worthy of being by your side at those times?” 

His eyes close for the moment at the cruel word. There is no place for regret, however: she knows her case is lost since the dam broke. He has gained insight, into her very core, and he's going to play it as he likes. He'll use her before leaving her behind once again, and she'll feel rewarded. 

"I did not honestly think you still had me in your heart after all this," he admits softly. "You serve Midgard now."

"To build relations, to earn a place here for our disheartened people." 

"Have you never been asked to help them entrap me?" 

Her suppressed breath is an attempt to contain her anger and pain. 

"They wouldn't dare," she tells him in a tone low, and for once, he’s clueless about whether her contempt is for him or for the humans. It daunts him, as she does whenever something else obscures her from him. Because he is exposed to her, free for grazing or clawing or cutting in, whether she’s aware of it or not. 

“How many times have I let you go?" she whispers into his silence. "How many times have I mourned you? Can you tell, or have you lost count by now?” 

He doesn't answer, unless the vast world in his eyes counts as one, while he takes a last look before he retreats to the couch. He's got nothing else to offer. It's up to her now, and she lingers by the window in futile hope that her stirred emotions settle into something tangible. 

After a lengthy silence, she leaves her glass as well and sits next to his comfortably settled form, seeking his reaction from the corner of his eyes, to see if this is all right. She knows she’s struggling with her own broken trust, but so does he. How long he will stay on this planet, she burns to know, but she also knows it will never be asked, let alone answered. So she scoots over and cuddles up to him wordlessly, unsmiling, legs hung over one of his thighs without requesting affordance. She feels an arm slide across her back in response, a hand ends up on her waist. Looks rest against each other, both questioning. He leans in then, his lips reach her hair around the temple, he remains like that for a while, breathing in her scent, listening inwards to the stir settling down from the contact. Their hands meet, her fingers softly hook into his palm atop her knees, their warmth is equal.

He lifts her hand, places a languid kiss on each of her fingernails. 

“Would you marry me if I asked?” he asks them in a very personal whisper. 

They say love is different for everyone. For her, it’s him, with a big, empty void all around him in the rest of the entire Universe. She has experienced sufficient time of both having and lacking, to learn by now which one is her path. So yes, she would. If he could ever prove he knew what he was asking. But only then. So she refuses to answer, braving the greatest menace she’s ever encountered: letting this coward slip away for good. (One more time couldn't hurt any bigger, could it?) 

And it eases him visibly. 

"I will earn your answer," he says into her eyes. 

Though she feigns nonchalant routine while leaning in for a kiss, her smile eventually spreads against his captured lips. 

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i need to draw more isat stuff. ive got some teeny tiny sifs from vague animatic scribble thumbnailing i did but thats about it.

[starwrittenfates]

Late Yule gift: a raven enters through her window and croaks twice. The bird drops a small package. The note says: "Merry Yule, elskaður. I hope you'll like the gift I forged for you." Inside the package there's a small necklace carved with a beautiful asgardian stone Thor managed to retrieve from the debris of their old Home. A way he found to keep Asgard always with them. "I hope I can build a better future by your side."

Sif is in awe over the gift, only able to imagine what trouble Thor must have gone through in order to retrieve this stone. It is special and one of the last remaining pieces of the place they once called home. She quickly grabs a parchment of paper and scribbles out a reply for him, attaching it to the raven: "You can always count on me, elskaður. We will build a better future together. For us. For Asgard."

[weirdcrocodilelady]

My (belated) unfiltered first thoughts on Thor 4: The Fourth Thor ("Love and Thunder")

Don't expect these to be smart or organized, they are literally just my immediate thoughts about the movie, scribbled down right when they popped into my head. (spoiler alert, obviously)

MOON KNIGHT IS IN THE MARVEL OPENING TITLE!!!!!

Seems these days Marvel is on a bit of a streak where they open their movies/shows with a painfully personal snapshot of the villain, and I'm very much on board with it

Over the course of three Thor movies, Darcy went from being Jane's annoying intern to her best friend, that's beautiful

CAMP CAMP CAMP CAMP CAMP CAMP CAMP CAMP CAMP

Asgard is so advanced, yet New Asgard didn't take advantage of Earth theatre special effects? LAME! Loki would not approve

GIANT GOOOOOOAAAATS

If Moon Knight and Thor ever share a movie, they need to have Steven see one of the giant goats and nonchalantly point to it and say "goat"

Ok, I want to love the fact that Jane repaired Mjolnir on her own just by being worthy...sorry, but I just don't buy it? Would've been cool if she did it with science somehow, like Tony or Bruce would've done

Sif's back, ohhhh no, this movie's going to make me confront my bisexuality

Sif was always Thor's real soulmate, fight me

The Asgardian kids watching the battle excitedly from their rooms is the cutest, it makes me think of how Thor and Loki probably did the same thing when they were little

Jane dumped him with a LETTER? Oh, NOT cool.

Could New Asgard be any quainter? *swoon*

I wish the New Asgardian kids had more traditional Asgardian culture about them. When I saw them wearing human clothes I assumed they would at least have Asgardian decor and stuff in their homes, but then when it showed the kids' rooms they seemed to just look like the average human child's bedroom. I hope they're not over-assimilating and losing their roots

"Your ex-gf and your ex-hammer" PFFT

Val'kyrie wearing a Phantom of the Opera shirt really brings that whole scene home for me

Is it just me, or do all the New Asgardian kids look about the same age? Is there, like a reason for that? Did Asgard's adults take a page out of the Grandmaster's book, if you know what I mean...?

"Our leading lady needs a flaw" "bad catchphrases?" "eh, that works"

Thor: (Lists a bunch of gods and other mythic heroes he'd want on his fictional team); Egyptian Gods from Moon Knight: Are we a fucking joke to you

Something tells me it would absolutely INFURIATE Odin to know that Asgard has turned into a campy tourist trap for humans. Good. :)

Wait, you have to die in battle to get into Valhalla? Where does everyone else go? They can't just drop that bomb on us and expect us to move on!!!

I still don't get how Jane is worthy of Mjolnir; she just wanted it to save her own health. Understandable, but not exactly heroic

Also, why does it make her turn blonde?

When Gorr took the kids, I thought he might be trying to "save" them in some misguided way, maybe because he thought it would somehow make up for the daughter he wasn't able to save? I thought there was going to be a plot twist where he actually cared about all children because they remind him of his daughter, and that would turn out to be a "fatal flaw" in some way - that would have been interesting

Greek gods are canon in the MCU? And Thor somehow knew about and studied them at some point? OHOHOHOHOHOHO the fanfic possibilities are ENDLESS

Wait, how did Thor learn about Zeus? When he was a child on Asgard, or later when he first went down to Earth? If the former, would that make the gods of the various ancient cultures contemporaries?

Jane called Val'kyrie "Your Highness," don't you mean MAJESTY?! Show some damn respect, Jane, geez

Lol was that Dionysus in the red robe with the grapes?

THE LOKI TATTOO IS REAL!!! omg I thought that was a joke from Ragnarok that was scrapped, but they brought it back!

Zeus: Makes fun of Thor being "God of Thunder" when he just makes lightning. Also Zeus: "My lightning bolt is called 'Thunderbolt'"

When Korg fell apart I almost say HOLY SHIT out loud (so much for "perishable rock")

I'd been waiting the whole movie for Sweet Child O' Mine, and I was NOT disappointed, that was fucking epic

"Team Kids in a Cage," good band name

Tumblr, I see your "beautiful man covered in blood" and I raise you "beautiful man and women covered in whatever that gold stuff is"

SAPPHIC VAL'KYRIE CONFIRMED!!! -Say what you want about LGBT representation in Marvel all being performative, but truly I tell you if I'd seen this when I was 15 I would have been beyond thrilled

SPACE DOLPHINS SPACE DOLPHINS SPACE DOLPHINS

Damn it, how tf did Taika Waititi find out about my secret "holding hands over a hot lava pool" fetish

I'm actually really digging the main conflict of this movie being about finding a balance between religious faith and science. I don't think this is a topic Marvel has dealt with in such a big way before.

So Thor is a walking Rubiks cube now? *shrugs* I'm cool with it

The normal moviegoer in me really wants to enjoy watching an army of superpowered children fighting with Thor, but the education major in me can't get past the fact that it's literally child abuse

Jane turning slowly to face Mjolinir in her hospital bed was the sexiest moment in this whole film

So, was Eternity supposed to look like a cheap laptop sticker you'd buy at a yoga studio, or did the special effects team just blow their entire budget before they got around to that scene?

Is that lady with Axel supposed to be Heimdall's wife? Did he have a wife this whole time? Wasn't he always on constant vigil? When would he have taken the time off to have a wife and baby?

DAD!THOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I don't quite understand how Gorr's daughter came back? He exchanged his life for hers somehow? How is she "born from the powers of Eternity?"

Okay, but when it the little girl going to meet Uncle Loki, because PUH LEASE.

That whole movie and I didn't realize Zeus was played by Russell Crowe until the credits. Not sure if that's a compliment to Crowe's acting or an insult to my intelligence

Omg Hercules is Roy from Tad Lasso (and yes, I did recognize him from his chest hair before his face) This is too good.

[nightingaletrash]

The Four Ambitions from the Fox and the Anchorite

[blade0fgrass]

ah shit here we go again

go buy adrienne's game!! it comes out in a week!!

[darkacademicfrom2021]

Flufftober - Day 27

27 - “I’m cold” - “Here, have my jacket”

Pairing: Loki x reader

Word count: 3K (I wRiTe DrAbBlEs)

Written for @flufftober2021 's event.

A/N: You know, that this is “flufftober” doesn’t mean I’m actually writing fluff. I have no idea what this is, it’s like a… story, at least. I don’t even know where I get these ideas from. Just by looking at the tags your confusion may grow bigger.

Tags: a refrigerator, a tall man hiding like a cat and defying the laws of physics, Sif and the warriors three being in midgard for no reason at all, Loki being uncomfortable all the time, implied choking kink (this is nowhere near smut), a lot of misused sarcasm, a The Nanny reference because why not.

The day you lost your job was both the scariest and best day you've had in your life.

It all began with one man —as all problems do—. A man you thought you'd never see again. He walked into your cafe as if escaping somewhere else, straightened his back and arranged his clothes, and with a deep breath he faked a smile and walked around the place, as if searching for something. You let him look for whatever he was looking for —he didn't seem to harm anyone anyways—, until after some consideration on whether to actually talk to him or not, you asked,

"Good morning, sir. Can I help you with anything?".

He looked taken aback by the question, as if he wasn't used to how coffee shops worked, and he also looked somehow apologetic, as if he was about to bring chaos to you by only being there.

"I… uh…", he looked around again, misplacing his attention in every detail of the place. "You… I'm aware this will sound odd, to say the least", he whispered in a gravel voice, gathering courage. "But is there any chance you could tell me where I am?".

"Of course. You're right here", you took out a map of the neighborhood and pointed at the street you were in. He frowned and took the map, observing it up and down.

"Is this anywhere near New York?".

"This is… wait, what?", you chuckled, thinking this was some sort of a prank. The man pressed his lips in a thin line and asked you for a newspaper. He checked the date, the weather and the country, and furrowed his eyebrows, as if trying to remember basic geography.

After a while, he decided on sitting and asked you for a black coffee, looking nervously through a window. Was he in a run? Was he in danger? Did he need medical attention? He seemed quite lost, but quickly acquainted to whatever situation he had gotten into.

He finished his coffee after two hours of staring at the window anxiously and scribbling down nonsense in a napkin, overpaid it, and left without giving you time to give his money back.

He came back the next day, this time way more relaxed and way less lost, sat on the same table by the window and pulled out a book. He drank his coffee graciously, read the book too fast to even process it, overpaid his visit and left after two or three hours. He did this every day for five weeks.

In these five weeks you managed to know very little of him by his words and his actions. He was elegantly dressed every day, with either a black tight suit or expensive dressing shirts in black tones. Part of his outfit was, of course, a marvelous silhouette that couldn't go unnoticed. He was taller than most, and talked as if he would run out of words at any given moment; he barely exchanged a word or two. Perhaps it could be because he could also express whatever he wanted to say with a limited and calculated facial expression. A small smile, a smirk, a raised eyebrow, a low chuckle.

The man was even sitting with manners. He crossed his long legs elegantly, back straightened and somehow still a little hunched over the table, and all of his attention to a book he held with one hand, between slim fingers —without a ring, you thought. It was a silly thought, but you couldn't figure out who he was. Why did he come to your small cafe every single day; ordered the same thing, read a new book, and smiled at you like that —every single day.

One day after five weeks you thought you could finally get an answer. A man even bigger than him, brute like only a beast could be, beamed into the place with some friends behind him, making a scandal out of an order.

"A beer for every one of us, please!", he chanted at you from his table. You thought it wasn't that strange, possibly they could be going to some bizarre costume party, and he was just very well fed as a kid; but the man in the dark suit soon hid under the table and pulled the tablecloth further down to hide every inch of him.

You served the clients casually and eyed him from time to time. He hid everything he had over the table too, as if leaving no clues that there was a man with a book, black coffee and the jacket of a suit in there. The table looked perfectly arranged, as if he wasn't there to begin with.

You frowned in confusion, and once you knew they wouldn't see you, you walked discreetly towards the man and kneeled to match his height.

"Do you need help, sir?", you whispered, and he smiled politely, as if hiding there was anything wrong at all.

"Thank you, the coffee is perfectly fine. I shall drink it from here and leave, as always".

"I'd normally let you be, but you're under the table".

"Don't your clients do this? Absolutely normal behaviour back home, to me".

"Sir", you chuckled, amazed at his grace and wit even that nervous. "If you need a place to hide I can help you. The kitchen, for example", you pointed at the room behind the counter.

He looked over it, assessed the situation with the group of people, and finally nodded. You walked to the big blond man, trying to create a distraction by asking if they needed something to eat, and as soon as you looked back at the table, he wasn't there anymore.

You hurried your steps towards the kitchen, and closed the door behind you as soon as you got in, finding the man picking at his palm and tapping his foot incessantly on the floor. Apart from that, he seemed extremely calm —if not even having fun at the situation—, and you couldn’t help but wonder what the hell was going on.

“So, are you gonna explain or am I supposed to hide a man on a run just for the kicks of it?”.

“If I’ve learnt anything in my life, it is that we all do things for the kicks of it. And, don’t deny it, this is the most interesting thing to ever happen to you at this dull work of yours”, he said. You thought this might’ve been the longest answer you’ve ever gotten from him.

“No, I’m doing this because I’m a nice person and you need help”.

“Neither I need help, nor you’re so nice. Midgardians think so great of themselves…”, he began saying, and you frowned in confusion, but didn’t have enough time to ask about what midgardians meant, as he grabbed you by the arm quickly and ran up to the huge refrigerator, closing the door behind him. You wanted to scream, but he put his hand over your mouth gently and shushed you, gesturing that one of the friend group was entering the kitchen.

You should’ve screamed for help, but you didn’t. Instead, you waited until the tall and menacing woman stopped searching for you, and walked out by saying something to the group, like “we should keep our quest going, friends. Loki will not be found and brought home by himself”.

The man by your side listened carefully, until they'd gone away, and just then sighed out in relief. You looked at him quizzically, puzzled by all of this, and he moved his head unconvincingly, trying to find the right words.

“That was my brother. I can’t go back… home, with them”, he explained. You frowned and nodded.

“Alright… that might explain about a ten percent of all the weird things happening in here. Listen, how are we supposed to get out now? Are you aware this is a refrigerator?”.

“This is… not a room?”.

“It’s a refrigerator. We will freeze to death if we don’t figure out how to get out… what’s your name, again?”.

“I’ve never told you my name”.

“Well?”.

“Don’t you just have some sort of a key, or something?”.

“That is not how refrigerators work. We’re stuck here until my shift ends, and my co-worker walks in and hopefully hears us, and opens the door from the outside”, you sighed, sitting on the cold floor, already chilling and trembling out of coolness. He hummed and sat by your side, unworriedly.

“It seems like all we have to do is wait, then”.

“How are you not worried? My shift ends in an hour. We will get sick by then. And I’ll lose my job if he thinks too much into the fact that I’m stuck with a handsome client in the refrigerator”, you said without thinking. He smirked.

“Handsome?”.

“And how are you not freezing? Christ, this is terrible. I’m gonna lose my job and I won’t be able to pay rent and…”, you began overthinking. He grabbed your hand confidently and looked at you in the eyes with an assured look.

“Don’t worry. I’ll solve it out if this gets you in any trouble”, he said, and you even believed it for a second. How could he be so sure of that? “I always find my way”.

“Fine”, you sighed, giving up on panicking. It wouldn't help at all, and the first thing you had to think about now was the terrible cold you’d catch the next day. You shivered and tried to do some friction with your hands, but the heat of your own body seemed to have hidden from you. He observed you and took off his jacket, placing it around your shoulders. You were taken a bit aback, and quickly took it off, giving it back. “You’ll freeze yourself”.

“I don’t feel cold”.

“Don’t lie. It’s freezing here. Water turns into ice in less than an hour”.

“I’m really not cold at all. I can even prove it to you. Here, look”, he said, surrounding your neck with his palm and fingers. You almost choked on air at the gesture, blushing from head to toes, and soon realized he was showing you how hot his hands were. Suddenly you weren’t feeling so cold, and you didn’t think it was only because of the heat from his hands… wait.

“How the fuck are you not freezing?”.

“Honestly? I have no idea”.

“How come every time you say honestly I think you’re just taking up time to think of a lie?”.

“Why are you so grumpy?”, he rolled his eyes.

“I’m cold!”.

“Here, have my jacket”, he insisted. You finally huffed out and accepted it.

After a few minutes of silence, you tried to make conversation.

“Why are you hiding from him?”.

“From my brother? I don’t want to go with them”.

“Why?”.

“They’re… not great. Not as fun as they sound to be”.

“Well, they dress funny”.

“They have no idea how to camouflage in different cultures. I, at least, did a little research before falling into this place… I had no clue where I was to begin with, I just asked Heim… er, my friend, to drop me wherever he thought properly, and he just sent me to the most obvious and less hidden place from my brother”.

“Siracusa?”.

“Midgard. You see, he thinks he’s guarding the place, and it’s ridiculous, you clearly don’t need protection”.

“What are we even talking about? I feel like we’re from different worlds, not different cultures”, you laughed, and he swallowed in nervousness.

“Anyway. I have to hide from him because I’ve been too secluded from them lately, and mother has asked them to make me join them in their stupid hunts”.

“Hunts?”.

“Right? Brutal things, I do not enjoy them”.

“And why can’t you just say no?”.

“It’s a hierarchy thing. I can’t deny him if he wants me to participate in a traditional event”.

“Hierarchy? Isn’t he just your brother?”.

“Have I not told you? We’re princes”.

You chuckled, and nodded in understanding.

“Listen, this whole thing is really funny, but pull the camera off wherever it is and help me out of this. I’m gonna get fired for a stupid thing for, what, YouTube?”.

“My tube? No, listen, here’s the thing. I could get us out of here, but it’d be… too weird to explain”, he said, and you frowned.

“Then get us out! I don’t need explanations, I need solutions!”.

He sighed, and reluctantly grabbed both of your shoulders. You didn’t question it much, and let him do whatever he had planned. He closed his eyes, concentrated, and frowned a little bit. He grabbed you tightly and around you an aura of green lights and sparks moved everything that surrounded you, making you dizzy; teleporting you to the other side of the door.

The coolness of the refrigerator wore off instantly. You blinked twice, trying to process the information, yet couldn’t.

“Okay, I might need an explanation too”.

“Listen”, he said, pulling his hands away from you and arranging his clothes. “If there’s any way I could compensate for being so nice with me…”.

But he couldn’t finish what he was saying, because the voice of your boss walking into the kitchen interrupted him.

“There’s a huge line of clients, and nobody’s been there for half an hour… Were you here all of this time?”.

“Oh, I can explain, actually, we were…”.

“With a man hiding in the kitchen? With his jacket? What, were you cold?”, said your boss, and Loki stepped forward.

“Hey, that's not a way to talk to your emplo…”.

“It’s fine, please”, you cut him off, grabbing him by the wrist. You really, really needed the job.

“No, it’s not”, said your boss. “You can’t be having sex with clients in the middle of your shift. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but you’re fired”.

“We were not…”.

“You can’t fire me”, you said, gathering courage and taking your apron off. “Because I quit!”, you said dramatically, walking off the kitchen. The prince followed you with a smirk, but you soon walked back in. “No, you fired me. That way, I’ll be able to collect unemployment”.

Once you were out of the building, the prince found you sitting on the sidewalk with tears in your eyes. He sat by your side and rubbed circles in your back.

“I’m really sorry”, he said with sincerity. “I shouldn’t have asked you to do that in the first place”.

“I’m not worried about it, I actually wanted to leave this hellplace”, you said, sniffing. “But I have to look for another job or else I won’t be able to feed my pets and pay rent”.

“I have a solution”, he said. “Remember how I told you I was a prince?”.

You chuckled.

“What? You’re gonna propose and make me your royal companion?”.

“Well, maybe not yet. We should have a date first, for that”, he chuckled. “Perhaps you would like a job at the Palace. Although, you know, you wouldn’t have to worry about rent because you’d live there too”.

“If this is a running joke you have, I’m not liking it”.

“I swear it’s not. Come with me to Asgard”.

“Asgard”, you repeated. “Asgard the… oh”.

“You know mythology, right?”.

“I… well… I know mythology, but...”, you said, trying to process what he just said. Now everything started to make a little bit of sense —even if only a little.

“What do you say? Yes?”, he raised his eyebrows, expecting the answer like a content puppy expecting for a treat. You sighed, not knowing what the hell you were getting into.

“Yes”.

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[tickle-bugs]

How would one persuade you to post a wip for the Loki fic 👀

ASK AND YE SHALL RECIEVE

Spoilers for Loki episode 4 beneath the cut! Reblogging this is fine, but do NOT tag it as Th*rki. Enjoy!

“...Thor?” Loki pushed himself up on his elbows. His brother looked a bit younger, a bit livelier. His hair fell freely around his shoulders and face, brushing the silver of his armor, and the amount of memories that had started like this, with Thor grinning over him with an idea for a prank, was absurd.

But Thor wasn’t smiling.

“You have something of mine.” Thor yanked him forward by the ankle and hovered wiggling fingers above Loki’s stomach. “You will give it back, whether or not I have to drag it out of you.”

Oh. Oh no. It was this one. Shit.

“Where’s my cape?” Thor didn’t let him answer, just clawed into his stomach until he shook with desperate laughter. He tried to crawl away but Thor flipped him over and pulled him back, vibrating fingers into the sides of his stomach until his elbows and resolve gave out.

“Thor, waihihit!” His voice spiked into nose-scrunched, squeaky octaves before plummeting back down. He brought his knees to his chest, trying to keep Thor’s hands away, but that had never worked and never would.

“Wait? Mm, I don’t think so.” Thor slammed one of Loki’s knees down onto the bed and held it there, scribbling his fingers across and around the cap, and Loki made a noise like a dying car engine.

“I don’t have it!” He couldn’t for the life of him remember where he’d put the cape--he usually stole it to use as a blanket, knowing full well Thor wouldn’t wake him to get it back, but it was well and truly gone now.

“I suppose you should find it then.” Thor pressed his thumb into his thigh, just beneath the crease of his hip, and Loki’s leg flew out on instinct. His heel connected with Thor’s jaw and he grunted, barely fazed, but the look in his eyes--

Uh oh.

“Wait! I’m sorry, really! You know that spot is--c’mon--Thohohor!”

“First, you steal my things, next you kick me?” Thor growled, pinching his way back up Loki’s thigh, back to that accursed spot. He felt like a live wire. His brain’s panic alarms kept spiraling as all calls to his defensive magic failed.

“I didn’t mean tohoho!” Loki covered his face, giggling vehemently into the heels of his hands. His own sincerity surprised him. He really...didn’t want to hurt Thor. Especially this one, in this strange, false second chance. Even through his mirth-squinted eyes, he could see his own lock of hair plaited proudly into Thor’s, tucked behind his ear for safety. Loki’s plait hid deep within his curls--the golden streak used to make him sick. Now, writhing under Thor’s hands? He wished he’d shown it off more.

Thor had never let him get away, not really. No matter how hard Loki shoved, unshakeable Thor stayed by his side. The last loved one standing.

His laughter sounded foreign to his ears, but he let it happen. This was beyond embarrassing, sure, but it wouldn’t kill him. He’d take this over the Sif loop any day. Especially if it made this last. Especially...especially if it kept Thor smiling like that.

“Where. Is. It?” Thor punctuated each pause with a squeeze into the muscle of his thigh and Loki shrieked in earnest, rocketing into cackles that quickly fell silent, then crescendoed back into fullness. Thor’s stupid meaty hands followed him everywhere. Each squeeze was a jolting shock directly to the brain, chasing his coordination away from the controls with wet towel snaps to the hip. He had to do something and quickly, because oh no, Thor was looking for the nasty little spot just above the back of his knee, and that might actually kill him. He didn’t want to know what would happen if he died in a TVA cell. With his luck, Mobius would orchestrate his Purgatory too.

“I-I’ll tell you!” Loki grabbed at Thor’s wrists and pulled, chest heaving and fluttering with little giggles. Thor’s fingers slowed, resting forebodingly on his thigh in an inner-outer death grip that would absolutely send him straight to Valhalla, should his answer not satisfy. He swallowed nervously, calling upon all the pleading tactics that Thor used to cave to in their youth.

[wrenhyperfixates]

Loki Odinson’s Guide on How to Woo a Noble

Chapter 3: The Beauty of Love

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: It’s time for the solstice ball, and you’re the only one Loki wants to go with. All that’s keeping him from a perfect night with you is his own fears that you don’t want the same. Warnings: ‘tis just fluff A/N: This is it: The end of my first miniseries, but I had a lot of fun writing it. Thank you for coming on this journey with me, and I hope you enjoy this last part :)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Epilogue 

Disclaimer: Gif not mine

Loki’s leg bounced under the table. Just a few more excruciatingly boring minutes and he’d get to be with you. His tutor droned on and on, making him wish his illusions were just a little bit better. Then he could get out of here early. Though he was doing his best to focus, Loki’s mind kept wandering to the plan he was concocting. The summer solstice ball was quickly approaching, now just a few days away. All month Loki had been trying to figure out a way to ask you to accompany him. His birthday was a mere two months away and yours would quickly follow. Then you’d officially be at courting age and he wanted to secure his place as a suitor. The looks that Fandral and the other dashing, young nobles have been sending you did not go unnoticed by the God of Mischief.

“Pssst. Loki,” Thor whispered, tapping his brother on the shoulder. “Are you following any of this?”

“Obviously, Thor. It is not very hard.”

Of course, that was a lie. Well, it may very well have been easy to follow, but Loki’s distracted mind was not allowing him to do so. Thor was scratching his head and looking intensely at his notes, which Loki peered at and realized were little more than scribbles. Though, that might just be Thor’s atrocious handwriting.

“Brother?”

“Yes, Thor?”

“Can I copy your notes?”

“May I copy your notes.”

“But I just asked to copy yours.”

“Yes, Thor, I know. But you asked ‘can I’ when the correct form is ‘may I.’”

Thor scratched his head in confusion again. “So can I then? And, by the way, I don’t appreciate your tone being so condensing.”

“The word is condescending,” Loki sighed. “I honestly do not know how-”

Loki was cut off by their tutor, Lord Asmund, clearing his throat. If looks could kill, Loki and Thor wouldn’t live to see another day. They both gave each other a nervous look, hating for this to be reported to their father, who was very insistent upon them learning Asgard’s history.

“Prince Loki,” Lord Asmund said, “perhaps you could tell me for what purpose the Treaty of Light with Alfheim was made?”

“To set up a trade route?” Loki guessed

“No. Thor?”

“For, uh. Um. Wait! To... No idea,” he ended with slumped shoulders.

“Of course not,” he said with an exasperated eye-roll. “The correct answer is to settle a land dispute. And you can both write me an essay about it due on Monday. Dismissed.”

The brothers gathered their belongings in their arms and headed out the door. Loki sped up, trying to avoid Thor, but he ran after him. Truth be told, he wouldn’t have minded some advice on how to ask you out, but that would surely be accompanied with teasing. Unfortunately, that’s exactly what Thor wanted to talk about.

“So, brother, have you invited anyone to the ball yet?”

“Maybe, maybe not. And you?”

“Sadly for many of the ladies, yes I have. Sif and I will be going together.”

“I see. Hypothetically, if I had not asked anyone out yet and wanted to, how would I go about doing that?”

“The same way I have been telling you since the beginning. Just be your charming self and ask them. They’ll say yes to you, you know.”

“I do not know who you are talking about,” Loki lied, still not wanting to confirm his brother’s suspicions.

“Uh-huh. Listen, Loki, you can do it. I know you can,” Thor comforted his brother. He saw his friends approaching and started jogging to them. “Good luck!” he called over his shoulder.

Loki snuck away before they could invite him to join in whatever brutish activity they had planned. Heading into the lavish library, Loki breathed in the calming scent of old books. He trailed his fingers along the binding while walking towards the bay window where you were supposed to meet. You were already sitting there, legs hugged to your chest, and a book perched on your knees. Lupus was sprawled on the floor, bathing in a patch of sunlight. He perked up upon noticing Loki, alerting you to his presence. Loki sank down onto the cushion next to you, and the wolf pup jumped into his lap. The god’s face lit up when you looked at him with a radiant smile.

“How’d your lesson go?” you asked, closing your book.

“Fine, I suppose,” he replied while distractedly petting Lupus.

“But?”

“But I was getting a little distracted,” he conceded, nervously looking away. “I could not stop thinking about the solstice ball.”

“I see. Is your date giving you trouble?”

“My-my date?” he questioned, voice cracking. “I-I don’t have one yet. Do you?”

“Oh. You hadn’t mentioned anything, so I just assumed. I don’t have one either.”

You both looked out the window, Lupus’s pants the only sound in the library. He looked at you in confusion, wondering why the mood had changed. Loki was confused, too, though for a different reason. He was fairly certain that someone had asked you already, though he supposed it was possible you declined. Fandral had seemed pretty downtrodden a few days ago. Though why would you turn down your other options unless...

“Would you like to go with me?” he asked suddenly.

“Yes!” you replied, a little too excitedly. You calmed down a bit before continuing, “I mean, yes, I would love to go with you.”

You began to excitedly plan for the upcoming night. Naturally, the two of you coordinated outfits, and you’d be wearing Loki’s colors. As the prince’s date you’d be required to make a grand entrance, which admittedly, both you and Loki would prefer to skip. Sure, he loved the attention, but anything he did would certainly be overshadowed by his brother. Yet another reminder that he’d never be as beloved as Thor. That he’d never get what he wanted. Though, he realized, that wasn’t entirely true. After all, you were going to the ball with him, not his brother, which counted for more than it perhaps should have. But, right now, sitting here with you, with the sunlight reflecting in your eyes, meant more than the whole world.

The conversation was flowing so easily between you that Frigga had to enlist a servant to summon you for dinner. Everyone was eating by the time you arrived, and Loki slinked up to the head table, taking his seat. Odin greeted him with a glare out of the corner of his eye. Loki was sure he’d be getting a lecture later, but the extra time with you was worth it. His mother gave him a knowing smile that made him flustered, certain that she’d be asking for details later.

“So,” Thor asked after a few minutes, drawing out the “o” in an exaggerated manner. “How did it go?”

“Quite well,” Loki confessed. “They have agreed to accompany me.”

“See, brother? You should listen to me more often.”

“I doubt that. Thank you, though,” Loki begrudgingly added. “For your support and advice.”

“Of course. What are brothers for?”

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Apparently, brothers were not for helping when one of them was extremely stressed out. Loki had checked himself in the mirror multiple times before leaving the room, but he still felt paranoid that there was something wrong with his appearance. It certainly didn’t help that Thor kept telling him he had a hair out of place or a loose buckle on his armor. In retaliation, he turned Thor’s cape bright pink, but his mother was quick to fix it with a spell of her own and a warning look. At least Odin hadn’t noticed. With only a few moments left before it was time to enter the ballroom, Loki began to pace. You’d yet to arrive, and he began to worry you decided that you didn’t want to accompany him, after all. He had no doubt that you were friends, but this would take things to another level. For all means and purposes, this was a date, and it was entirely possible you didn’t want everyone to see you together, considering that all your meetings to date had been rather clandestine.

“Relax my son,” Frigga assured him, placing a calming hand on his shoulder to still his nervous movements. “They will be here.”

Thor peered over his shoulder and gave him an encouraging thumbs up, attempting to make up for earlier after seeing how truly distressed his brother was. Loki nodded gravely, not sharing the same faith that his family did. Yes, he was a prince, but to be honest, the lesser one. Everyone knew Odin favored Thor as the next king, and in turn, the subjects adored him far more than they ever did Loki. Before his mind could stray any further, your shoes were rapidly clicking on the polished tile floor as you ran down the hall, a hand grasping your circlet to make sure it didn’t fall off.

“I’m so sorry I’m late,” you said to Loki after greeting the royal family with the proper respect. “I had a slight wardrobe malfunction, but it’s all good now. Sorry that I kept you waiting.”

“It is quite alright,” he replied while Thor snickered, knowing how troubled he’d been mere seconds ago. “Might I just say, you look absolutely stunning.”

“Thanks Loki. You too,” you responded, shyly looking away.

“Come on, let’s get this over with,” Odin gruffly said to the small group.

Following the king’s orders, the assembled pairs lined up behind the large doors leading to the grand stairs of the ballroom. Having the least status in the royal family, Loki had to go first. You gave his hand a quick, reassuring squeeze before placing your arm on top of his in the proper, formal manner.

Loki squinted against the bright lights of the room as the steward announced your arrival.  There was a polite smattering of applause as you descended the stairs. As expected, the crowd was much more enthused by the arrival of the elder prince, and Loki sulked while his brother followed the path he’d just taken. You gently bumped him with your shoulder, offering a kind look as Odin began his speech from the landing. Though, Loki didn’t pay much attention to what he was saying. He had no need to; it was the same as every other year.

Then came the first dance, Loki’s favorite part of the night. The royal family walked out to the center of the dance floor. Once they were in place, the musicians came to life and an ethereal waltz tune filled the air. Loki placed one hand on your waist and the other grasped your hand, while your free one was lightly resting on his shoulder. Your two bodies became one as you spun around the floor, lost in each other’s eyes.

“You know,” you ventured, “you really shouldn’t let what others think affect you so much. You do believe me when I tell you how amazing you are, right?”

“I thought I was not supposed to listen to what others think of me,” Loki said, trying to make light of the situation by teasing you, in the hopes of avoiding having to actually talk about his feelings.

“Well, this is different because it’s a fact,” you persisted as Loki blushed. “You really are amazing.”

Before he could say anything else, the music stopped and a new dance begun, one where you switched partners. You threw him a look that said “we are not done talking about this.” He was having mixed feelings at the moment. On the one hand, he was able to dodge a conversation about his emotions for the time being. On the other, he couldn’t spend this dance with you as his partner. Eventually, you made your way back to him and the dance came to an end. He whisked you away to the edge of the room where you could rest out of the public eye for a minute. Though it was highly improper, you and Loki made comments about the rest of the guests, being careful that no one overheard you. At some point, you were able to circle back around to Loki’s lack of faith in himself.

“I am not sure this is the best place to discuss this,” he said, trying to buy himself more time.

“You’re right,” you agreed, fiddling with the bracelet he’d given you, which you’d yet to take off. “Join me for a walk?”

Between the innocent look in your eye and the proposition of alone time with you, Loki couldn’t refuse. The night air was warm as the two of you made your way down the cobblestone path of the garden. Reaching a bench, you stopped for a spell, feet tired from all the dancing and standing around.

“If you really are correct,” Loki began after a short silence, during which you absentmindedly rested your head on his shoulder, “and I am amazing, why does no one else seem to see it?”

You considered his question for a second before picking your head up and looking into his eyes. Such a scrutinizing gaze would usually have made Loki defensive, but he recognized the soft undertones of yours, leaving him with just a worry that you wouldn’t like whatever it was you were looking for.

“I don’t know, really,” you finally admitted. “Maybe because for all your supposed confidence, you don’t really see it either. Or, who knows, maybe they’re just jealous.”

He considered that for a moment, simultaneously loving and hating how astute your deductions were. At least, on the first account. And he did often believe others envied him for the few talents he would admit he truly possessed.

“Maybe,” was all he said.

“Yeah, maybe,” you echoed, placing a hand over his.

Loki’s cheeks flushed again, and he looked at you. You really were beautiful, inside and out. It was a pity, he thought, that people usually only recognized the latter. Though, it made him feel honored that you let him get close enough to you that he could see the former as well. As he was observing you, you turned your head up to look at the sky, presumably thinking of the first time you’d met. He knew he was. The motion upset your circlet, and it slid out of place. Loki went to fix it, but as he was doing so, got an even better idea.

“What are you doing?” you inquired, fixing him with an inquisitive look as he took off the accessory.

“I just thought you might look even better in this,” he answered.

He took off his helmet and put it on your head. It was ever so slightly too large and slid down a bit farther than it should. It only served to make you more adorable, Loki thought. You looked at him for a second as if trying to make up your mind about something. Then you suddenly rushed forward and placed a chaste kiss to his cheek. It was enough to make you both fidget and chuckle sheepishly.

Loki stood up after a moment, making up his own mind about something. He placed another kiss, to your knuckles this time, and asked, “Shall we return to the ball?”

“We shall,” you answered, beaming at how self-assured he seemed.

You went back hand in hand and made it to the center of the floor just in time for the final dance. Both of you danced so beautifully that every other guest stopped to admire your grace. As you finished, they erupted into the loudest round of applause that evening.

“Loki,” you gasped later that evening as he walked you back to your quarters. “I’m still wearing your helmet!”

“It is alright, darling. Trust me when I say you look quite ravishing. And,” he added after a split second of hesitation, “I hope you know how amazing you are, too.”

As you stopped in front of your door, Loki leaned in, and you finally met in a long-overdue, sweet, gentle, loving kiss.

[lokislittlesigyn]

OG616 : Thor: The Dark World - Pt.3 [Thor’s Return]

[My masterlist, where all parts of this and my other fics can be found]

Pairing: Loki / Sigyn (basically an oc based off the marvel/myth namesake)

Warnings: just more sad - but with some hope at the end!

Author’s Note: I take some deleted scenes as canon, so enjoy those making a little appearance. c:

Taglist: @high-functioning-lokipath , @onaheroicmission To be added to the taglist, just ask me here or send a message! <3 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When Loki was first imprisoned, it had been summertime - but the bright days and warm, temperate nights spent gazing up at the stars brought Sigyn little comfort. She wished he were there, with her. As time passed, along with grief for what could have been, a gradual swell of frustration and despair welled up inside of her.

He was so close. On the same realm, but stuck in the deepest reaches of Asgard.

Frigga had helped her send more gifts. Odin, catching onto their scheme, clearly disapproved. He never confronted her about it, but Sigyn often gave him a wide berth just in case.

And she never once dared to go near the entrance to the dungeons. 

She avoided that area of the palace entirely, in fact. For months she dutifully kept her promise,  instead pouring into the letters that were safely hidden in the folds of books she sent to Loki. She told him what everyone was doing, how the realms were faring, and what new (or old) places she’d found in the forest. She told him of any astronomical happenings, knowing he liked to watch the sky. She even told him, around Yule, how she had thought of him during the celebratory toasts.

By the time a second summer passed, Sigyn was running low on books to send. 

Eventually, whispers of autumn played on the breeze. The chipper green hues of summer gave way to fiery reds, the same color as…

Sigyn sighed heavily, sitting on a tufted window seat in a breezy area of the palace, her sketchbook on her lap.

Thor still hadn’t returned home. 

Neither had Sif, nor the Warriors Three. Instead, troops of Einherjar, often led by Tyr, funneled enemy captives into the dungeons. She saw them sometimes, droves of hardened criminals, some still covered in blood that was most likely not theirs, being paraded down into the depths.

It would be easy enough to disguise herself, slip in among them, and then… Well, trying to avoid being imprisoned herself was the tricky part. She huffed through her nose. In truth, she’d concocted dozens of far-fetched plans on how to reach Loki, or free him. 

But she was bound by her word.

Frigga was too smart to let me go without making a promise, Sigyn mused, She knew I’d go straight to him otherwise. But this existence is.. Miserable.

Sigyn closed her eyes. She had spent countless days on a seat like this years ago, lying next to Loki. Sunny mornings and rainy afternoons, cozied up with a good book and loving company… 

She shook her head and sighed.

An eternity alone.

One year was a fraction of her life, yet it felt like an eternity in itself. Were they doomed to this fate forever? Odin showed no sign of shortening Loki’s sentence, despite her excellent behavior. Even Frigga couldn’t convince him to letting anyone visit the dungeons, outside of delivering prisoners. 

Fate…

Grabbing her book, Sigyn flipped through the pages. It doubled as a notebook of sorts, and often accompanied her on trail rides or trips to visit Heimdall and learn about the stars. It was an unassuming and well-loved little book, the pages all crumpled and covered in scribbled-down futhark. 

Eventually, she found the page she was looking for, and the symbol upon it. Three sets of three lines. One, vertical, the other two at angles. The web of Wyrd. The net of Skuld. The matrix of fate.

Her eyes drifted to the margins, where she’d taken notes from a book in the library - the same one she had read frequently after Loki’s fall. It had quickly become a favorite book in those months, so much that she’d copied an entire page from it. A knot formed in her throat as she read.

“Here we see how the past, present, and future are interconnected. Norns, keepers of fate, weave them through spinning the strings of our lives. We provide the material with our choices, our actions. But who is to say this life is the only tapestry made?

Endless choices, endless possibilities await us with every day, every breath. Surely, other paths await. For as we exhale our final breath in this life, we inhale our first in another: An eternal tapestry of fate.”

Sigyn held the book closer, pressing it to her chest. A tear slid down her cheek, plopping into her lap.

I’ll see you again, love. In this life or the next.

~~~~

Weeks later still, Thor returned to Asgard, inspiring raucous celebration in his wake. The entire realm seemed to rejoice upon his return. By the time a new wave of prisoners had been taken to the dungeons, and those escorting them could return to their lives, it was dark out. Cold. 

Snow drifted down from the sky, white powder collecting on the edges of streets and tops of buildings. The beginnings of winter had found its way to Asgard: the last hues of fall clinging to the trees, cool rain now replaced with soft flurries of white. 

Sigyn took a deep breath of icy air, pulling the collar of her sapphire cloak closer to her neck. Oddly enough, she enjoyed the cold. It felt familiar.

She had changed into a slightly thicker, warmer version of her riding outfit. But now she adorned it with an emerald and gold sash tied around her waist, as well as her necklace, which was tucked in her shirt.

As beautiful as the palace was, Sigyn always loved roaming the city.

Fires blazed around her, filling the night with bursts of amber light, and countless Asgardians were already celebrating the recent victory on Vanaheim. Laughing, drinking, reveling.

Sigyn quickened her pace.

Children raced past her and she recognized them as Volstagg's son and daughter, following them through a tavern. She exhaled a gentle breath, the warm air melting the snowflakes on her shoulders as she approached a large table. A powerful voice filled the room everyone was nestled into.

"... Cracking under the strain, I threw the beast off. But, six more beat me to the ground, crushing my blade as if it was paper- Oh, you're missing the best part, hah!" Volstagg called his children over, scooping his daughter up into his lap. She giggled.

Sigyn took a careful seat next to Thor, who smiled a silent greeting. She returned it. Across the room, Fandral, ignoring his two lady-friends for a moment, gave Sigyn a small wave. She smiled again, nodding at him. 

Thank the Norns they’re home safe.

"Now, where was I..?" Volstagg held his daughter in his lap.

"You were surrounded." Thor smiled, taking a drink.

"Again." Fandral smirked.

"Oh, yes, yes yes, by the most vile criminals the Nine Realms have ever produced!" Volstagg embellished each word with dramatic movements, entertaining the crowd.

"To our left, savage beasts, with fangs like knives! To our right, soldiers of fortune, their blades dripping with blood! And who was there to face the horde, but Fandral the Dashing!"

"I was." Fandral took a drink.

"Hogun the Grim," Volstagg continued, "And Volstagg the.." He stopped.

"Voluminous?" One of Fandral's ladies suggested.

"Fat." Fandral chuckled, and even Thor and Sigyn laughed.

Volstagg looked indignant. "Invincible!" He corrected, "I don't mind telling you, I feared for Thor's life." He pointed to the thunder god, who was still grinning.

"But," Volstagg raised his voice, "With steely courage, intrepid spirit, and an axe-" He beat the table with a fist, "Victory was ours!" then raised a toast to tumultuous applause.

Thor clapped, drinking more mead. "Truly, a tale for the ages."

"No doubt he'll be telling it that long as well," Fandral took another drink.

"Another!" Volstagg shouted, tossing his goblet aside. Several others did the same.

Sigyn kept smiling, but never as widely as she once would have.

I wish you were here, Loki.

I wish you were here beside me. Joining in the celebration. Correcting Volstagg, rolling your eyes and chuckling at him.

You could always make me laugh.

She felt Thor move next to her, setting down his goblet without so much as sipping from it. 

"Brother?" She muttered to him.

He pursed his lips in a half-smile. “It’s nothing.” But as he gave her a firm, loving pat on the shoulder and left, Sigyn saw a pain behind his eyes she knew all too well.

The mortal he met, he still misses her. Her heart ached. I know how that feels...

Sigyn left the celebration early, heading straight to the palace.

It didn’t take her long to find Frigga. She was in her chambers, a basin of fire lit before her. Sigyn cleared her throat.

Frigga glanced at her over her shoulder. “It’s quite cold out tonight. Though, I expect the festivities are keeping you all warm.”

“Some warmer than others. Fandral has returned to being.. Well, Fandral.”

The queen laughed gently. “Yes, I expect he has.”

Sigyn huffed a small laugh, walking closer. They stood a moment, watching the flames.

“Frigga..” Sigyn started, looking at her - she noticed there were tears in the queen’s eyes. “Is.. Something wrong?”

Frigga smiled sadly.  “I spoke with him today. Loki.”

Sigyn froze. Frigga continued, “Using illusions, of course. He’s settled in nicely - you did well, choosing things that would help him feel more comfortable. I had meant to fetch you tomorrow, in fact, to help you visit him through magic - Odin is in good spirits, now that Thor has returned. But I’m not sure Loki would like to see me for a while.”

Sigyn swallowed. “What did he do?”

Frigga rubbed her hands together. “He is bitter. Angry. Hurting. I fear resentment toward Odin and Thor has clouded his judgement..”

“I need to see him,” She whispered, so softly she was surprised when Frigga heard.

“Yes.” The queen agreed. “And he needs you.”

Sigyn looked at her, eyes filled with tears.