#015 headcanon - childhood
When she was a child, there had been a great fight in her village among Asgardian against Vanir ones in a battlefield. A few died during that fight that the 10-11 year old Sif witnessed with big, fascinated eyes from over a tree, her hiding place during the entire battle. Strangely, the young girl had not felt any horror in seeing actual gods being injured or killed. She was simply impressed by the power of those warriors, by their elegance while fighting.
She was already meant to become one of them in her heart and thus, as it had ended eventually, some few corpses lying on the ground, the little girl approached one of them hours later, unimpressed about seeing a dead man, but absolutely fascinated by the blinking sword she saw next to him. She needed weeks to drag the way too heavy sword away from the corpse to a hiding place of hers, and then made it to her life goal to train alone in secret until she could lift the sword and then be ready to become a warrior. A decision she had taken when seeing them fight.
