#sigrvif

[gildedruinsarchive]

❛   i  didn’t  realize  it  was  going  to  scar  ----   ❜   thor’s  brows  knit  together  as  he  shows  her  the  jagged  mark  on  his  bicep  ;  maybe  his  mother  is  right  in  that  he  should  acquire  some  more  practical  armor,   but  it  had  only  been  a  simple  hunt,   and  he  hadn’t expected  to  face  any  true  danger.    ❛   can  you  do  anything?   or  have  i  waited  too  long?   i  don’t  want  mother  to  worry  if  she  sees  it.   ❜   //   @sigrvif​

[wolfkcst-archive1]

Starter Call. || @sigrvif​

        ❝... You do not plan on lifting me        again, do you?❞

[loptgangandi]

starter for @sigrvif​

He isn’t sure why he’s nervous.

Bundling his youngest children out of the car ought to have been at least something of a distraction, but they are too well-behaved for that ;  Jahan steps off onto the pavement and stays dutifully put as Luke unclips Huld from her carseat and hoists her onto his hip. She is livelier than her brother, but not enough to trouble him. Which gives him plenty of time to consider why, exactly, the prospect of seeing Signe again is making him light-headed.

And he knows the answer, even as he shifts his daughter on his hip and takes his son’s  hand. He knows that, if Signe Huldgren were not his child’s teacher, he would already have asked her out for coffee.

This walk through the long corridors is filled with considerably less dread than the last -- not least because Jahan and Huld’s curiosity needs tending to. And before he can even really process it, they are standing in front of Ingulf’s classroom.

Jahan looks up at his father, whose hands are very full of distracted toddler ;  Luke nods. And with all of the dignity his little body can muster the boy tosses his shoulders back, lifts a tiny fist, and raps confidently on the door.

[gedwimora-arc]

"Am I bothering you ? I can go if you’d like... ”

GYDA: starter for @sigrvif​

[slainchosen]

            “Now I’m at sea, and I’m sinking, no light that’s leading me back to shore. Why lean on me when I’m drowning?”

@sigrvif​ 🖤’d for a starter. { Lighthouse - The Used ft. Mark Hoppus }

[tricksire]

“ You know it would be nice to not be assumed to be the cause of everyone’s issues for once.” He grumbles and hurls another rock out into the waters. “ Sometimes things are just bad or -- surprise ! -- it’s your own fault your life is shit and it’s not nothing to do with me ! ” He continues complaining largely to himself and whatever wildlife is in earshot, wrapped up in his own griping as he throws ( and sometimes skips ) rocks into the lake looking something between a petulant child and a mad man as he paces.

starter for @sigrvif​

[serpecent]

𝐿𝑒𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝐴𝑠𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑑𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑡 𝑆𝑖𝑔𝑦𝑛'𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝘩𝑢𝑠𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑑

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* sigyn aesthetic for @sigrvif !! happy holidays ! *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧                                               ➣   want   one  ?

[apogexnarchive]

@sigrvif​  — ☠  — sc

“You remember the incident with the dead bird nailed to the tree?” As the question was posed oh so casually, Vasilija popped a wedge of the orange she held in hand into her mouth, relishing the juice that spurt forth. She offered a wedge to Sigyn. Her intentions were unclear; Vasilija’s eyes watched her friend intently, studying her expression, awaiting the response she would be given. It was a subject that had not been spoken of in some time, not since Keir had promised to look into it. And of course it would seem unlikely that Vasilija, of all people, would know of the subject, even if it was something that concerned her duties significantly. Loki’s safety was, after all, her primary occupation.

[nctevil]

“Have some of this. You’ll feel better.”

Fluff and Softness

"I'm not supposed to take food from strangers."

But she wasn't a full stranger, they had meet a few times before and she had been nice. Still, he felt a need to remind that to either himself or whoever was giving things to him. He looked at the cup handed to him, the steam had a nice smell but he wasn't a fan of hot beverages anyway.

"What is it?"

 He was almost ready to refuse taking a sip when the ache in his stomach made him wince and bent over a little. He really should stop eating from the trees as his dad has told him that the old man had been using pesticides.

[haevatein-archived]

❝ you have great eyes. they’re proud and wild…like a feral beast. ❞

🔥 ‘ﾟ･  Legend of Zelda  ( accepting ) ► @sigrvif

“ Oh, you flatter me, love.  ” A soft but not devoid of all his smug pride smile formed upon scarred lip, gleaming eyes of wildfire beaming down at Sigyn, his darling wife, she who radiated life like a meadow of flowers. Only she would appreciate the untamed nature of, well-- all of him. And how he loved her so for it. Loke leaned down to plant a sweet kiss on her forehead, “ If it is a feral beast you desire, darling. All you gotta do is ask~ ” 

[frostkingoftheapocalypse]

@sigrvif​

At first Hætta could only stare, incredulously, while the bright tail of some sort of cloth garment dissapeared through his doorway. The Giant Wanderer stood suspended, stiff with shock at the treeline. His bounty of harvested roots and herbs in a basket beneath his drawn cloak, near forgotten as he tensed and heard the woven edge crack between his fingers.

How? This was no ordinary house. It was no house at all! No thief should have breached it, nor a seeker have found shelter within it. He knew his dwellings were sought after, he had built the rumours regarding his trade and knowledge himself after all. 

But those who sought him waited.

They did not enter a stranger’s abode without permission.

There was no sign of violence though. In his mind Hætta groped for his connection with Skuld as he silently paced forward, noting everything as he had left it, right down to the moss that crept errantly about his front porch. The Norn avoided his probe like an eel. She knew, then. She hadn’t fallen asleep at her spinner.

He made no noise as he entered, his gaze upon the tiny figure and its’ mop of long dark hair. Only when he placed his basket upon the table aside the doorway did he draw attention,

   “I hope you have not come to steal from mineself. It would be most unwise.”

[hvcdrungr]

@sigrvif​:

@hvcdrungr sent: "If it isn’t the most beautiful sight this side of Vanaheim…“

  ❝ Loki, ❞ the name is rushed with a sigh. The house is a mess. Two little ones tackling each other in the next room and dinner? Barely cooked. She had little time between the tantrums and spats and lack of naps.

   ❝ Oh… you… ❞ Quick steps bring her to him, and she decidedly leaves the half boiled potatoes on the stove. ❝ You are late. ❞ Her finger jabs at his chest lightly. She is gentle still despite her annoyance. ❝ And flattery is not going to help you right now. ❞    

“I am quite aware and deeply ashamed”, he replies merrily, as he reaches to grasp his wife’s hand. “Deeply ashamed”, he reiterates before kissing the back of it.

Instead of clarifying it any further, he keeps his warm smile towards her and ponders on whether she would be surprised if he answers that, once more, his blood brother has kept him. “By the Norns, you are gorgeous”, he adds simply.

“Where are those little creatures?”, he asks as his eyes finally dart towards their household.

[loptgangandi]

@sigrvif​​ :  SPOTS TO KISS + 45

45. a kiss on the hipbone.

spots to kiss | accepting

The soft brush of his wife’s lips against his hip draws a gentle sound of surprise from him, and in spite of himself, sets his heart thundering in his chest. Her arm is around his waist as he stands beside her -- idly before, but with slightly more intention now -- and he laces his fingers in hers. His other hand trails softly through the silk of Sigyn’s hair and he caresses her cheek with his thumb, then lifts her chin and bends down to kiss her properly.

             “ Just couldn’t resist, ”  he teases with a grin,  “ could you ? ”

[divorare]

@sigrvif​ | back on our b.s

     every word is one deserved, however cutting their edges may be. in fact, the hellhound remains placid in the face of sigyn’s well-placed but uncommonly seen rage, trying & only slightly failing to keep the hurt from showing on her face. how far she must have fallen that she can no longer deflect her emotions so easily, that the crack in her mask shows but she doesn’t defend herself yet. 

     the accusation wasn’t misplaced but the goddess was failing to see ren’s reasoning behind it. this wasn’t just a babysitting / guard-dog situation any more, that the reason ren clung so closely & so tightly was far more personal than a job assignment from her master. 

     in fact, she may not have said a word in otherwise had sigyn not said something in particular, something that clipped that final string ren had a grasp on that held her composure in place. she snaps before she can think or control her reaction, tensing up & stepping forward with eyes blazing despite the unusual wet sheen in them. “ heartless? “ she scoffs, “ damn right i’m fucking heartless, with everything in this world that i no longer find a joy or interest in. how dare i find joy in something that i’m afraid to let go? did it occur to you that maybe i can’t stand the thought of losing you, or seeing you hurt? i protect you because i care, sigyn. this isn’t just a job to me any more & that terrifies me.”

[thunderbringer-a]

                                         @sigrvif​​​ said :  ‘ you should be in bed. ‘

                                                  good morning / goodnight 

         it does not do this prince well to be sequestered to a bed when he’ll be just fine . moving around will do him some good to loosen up tightened muscles strained from battle . the wounds will heal , but thankfully his pride does NOT . this victory should be celebrated , the people will want to see him and wish him well . the night is YOUNG and he will make his appearance  . ❝  i should do no such thing . there’s a feast i must attend . you should come have a drink with me . there is MUCH to celebrate . ❞

[varbjxrn]

Sigrvif Sent : ❝ You have the power and I say you should use it. ❞

Anne of the Thousand Days Meme || Accepting ! @sigrvif​

The woman’s statement drew his attention, those blue eyes carefully observing her. She had seen his transformation in the last battle that had come to the gates of the village, had seen his body change into that of a bear and using that to crush the offensive set against them. Most of those that fought along side him in that form were envious of his power, but knew not the struggle that it had come with. It had been a boon he did not deserve in his darkest hour. It had given him the strength to move onward, but that didn’t mean everyone could survive the Bear.

“I use it as honor wills.” Came the gentle retort to the woman who had told him he should make use of his power. And that was almost a lie, for as much as he tried to be honorable with his power, he was just a man. He played jokes and did things honor would not have demanded of him with the Bear. It was a boon, this power, but he was also aware of the risks. He hadn’t known when he first obtained this power, but the Bear had told him much. “I was granted this power when I did not deserve it. I do not have the right to give this power to another.” But just a bite, and another would know the bear as he did. Or they would lose themselves to it. He offered the woman a smile, for it was only polite when speaking with a woman such as her. The Bear inside of him told him she was not what she appeared, but nothing more than that. Curiosity dug at him though, for he wondered what it was the woman had been hiding that made her different. Seiðr? Magic was an aura that affected instinct as much as a physical being did. “I will hold the gates, do not fret.” He tried to be reassuring, as he figured anyone under siege might appreciate it.