Sigyn Freyjadottir

Indie, Semi-Selective MCU Sigyn. Canon Divergent and loosely based off of the comics and mythology. 

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thebrokengodofmischief‌: 

Loki’s kisses began to turn ravenous as she felt Sigyn’s hands run along her body. Those soft warm hands igniting a fire under her skin as her own fingers now began to fight with the dresses clasps on Sigyn’s waist. “I don’t..” She breathed out between sloppy kisses. “Understand why you have such an affinity for dresses..” She dove in for another kiss, her other hand still tangling itself into those beautiful golden locks to anchor the princess to her. “They are so infuriating to remove!” She growled playfully.

Pushing Sigyn back onto the large bed, the soft furs and down filled blankets cushioned around her as he loomed over her. “My beautiful girl..” She stroked her cheek with the back of her fingers. 

Sitting back up she began taking off her jacket, tossing it aside before reaching at the other tedious clasps and ties of Sigyn’s garments. “Though I must say.. It feels like I’m unwrapping a present..” She purred.

Sigyn’s hands gripped the woman tightly as their kisses grew heated, pulling her closer to her chest. She had grown braver during her time on the pirate ship. When she first stepped onto the sea-faring vessel, she never would have dreamed of so daringly grabbing the captain the way she just had, but now, it was almost second nature. “I like them,” she whispered against the woman’s lips. “They make me feel pretty.”

Letting out a small grunt as her back made contact with the soft bed, Sigyn stared up at Loki, blue gaze burning with desire. She closed her eyes as the captain stroked her cheek, leaning into the touch with a pleased hum. “Yours,” she whispered, opening her eyes to look up at the woman again.

A smirk tugged at her lips as the jacket fell to the floor, and she instantly arched her back to help Loki reach the tougher clasps and ties. “Perhaps I dress this way for your enjoyment?” she said softly. “Perhaps I like to be unwrapped.”

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You’re a Memory

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thebrokengodofmischief‌: 

Emerald eyes looked up, the green almost electric as he surveyed her; almost intrigued but there was no recognition. Nothing in his features screamed love or longing for the woman in front of him. The woman he had been married to for centuries and he didn’t even know who she was. “The sun has come to visit me.. I’ve been so lost.. Hiding in the shadows. Hiding.. Hiding..” He glanced back down to the floor, raising his hands to cover his head as the chains gave a rattle.

The skin around the cuffs on his wrist showing heavy amounts of old and new scar tissue. Signifying he had been wearing them for a long time as well as attempting to get them off multiple times. 

It was one of the many reasons he no longer had furniture in his room and his bed was only a mattress with tangled sheets on top of it. 

His strength and speed still remained and when he still had half a mind to fight back and knew what was happening. Smashing what he could, breaking pieces of metal to try and cut at the restraints; sometimes his hand slipped and sliced into his skin instead. “Are you hear to find me?” He whispered to her, still keeping his head tucked. “He’s trying to find me too.. He’s coming.. Coming to kill. Everyone..” His fingers twisted into his ebony hair before clenching into fists. Whimpering slightly.

Thor finally caught up to her, “my god..” The thunderer whispered, Mjornir falling from his fingers and landing with a loud thud; spooking Loki who jumped. “I didn’t know..” He whispered under his breath, guilt flooding the older brother.

Loki began to shake, gaze not breaking from Thor and showing extreme fear. “Lightening..” He whispered, voice cracking. “No.. No no no no! No more rain.. Please..” He sniffed, leaning back but almost out raveling out of his fetal position and exposing his neck. The tissue around the collar looking very similar to burn scars. From shocks. 

For a moment, Sigyn felt hope that he may know who she was. He used the pet-name he had given her while they were younger, still flirting with each other as sweethearts. His sun, his sunlight; it was a name she took pride in, bringing light where there was only darkness, bringing warmth where there was only cold. If he still called her that, then perhaps there was hope for him, hope for recovery.

But she saw no recognition in his eyes. He stared at her the same way he would a stranger. Her heart sank, and she struggled to keep her emotions from appearing on her face. “Yes, I am here, Loki,” she whispered, inching closer. “You do not need to hide anymore, I am here. I will not allow them to hurt you again, you have my word, my darling.”

Her blue gaze fell to the scars along his wrists, her heart wrenching within her chest. How long had he been chained up like this to acquire such marks? How long had he been forced to endure such torture to become a mere shadow of his former self? Slowly, realization began to creep into her mind. He had no magic. If he did, he would have been able to heal such scars quite easily. It would explain so much of his behavior. Magic was connected to the mind, to the very soul, and if these blasted mortals had found a way to sever such a connection, it would sever more than just his powers. A sorcerer could survive normally for a few days, perhaps a week, depending on their strength, without their magic, but eventually, the lack would take it’s toll. 

“I am here to take you home, my love,” Sigyn whispered, wanting to reach out to him. “We’ll go home together, and I will make sure you are never hurt again.” But the rest of her words died in her throat, fear suddenly gripping her heart. Who was this man her husband spoke of? Who was coming?

The sound of Thor’s voice made Sigyn’s overwhelming sorrow quickly burn into rage. This was his doing, his fault. Of course he wouldn’t know this had happened to his brother, he never paid attention to Loki in the first place, never cared. The sight of the scars around Loki’s neck only made her rage burn hotter, and she stood to her full height before turning to face her brother-in-law. “I am taking him home,” she said, voice low and dangerous. “Now.”

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thebrokengodofmischief‌: 

Cocking her head to the side Loki gave Sigyn a devious grin. “If I wished to be rid of you love; I would have taken you to the nearest port, waved you farewell and returned to the sea..” Stalking closer to her and leaning in dangerously close. 

“But I know your secret.. You may be full of fire but your heart is bound to the sea. Here you are free, here there are no rules and you are ungoverned my princess..” She breathed out the teasing name she continued to call Sigyn while her hand stretched out and caressed over Sigyn’s jaw and chin before moving away. 

Reaching to her belt for a dagger she had plundered long ago; the handle made of bone and aquamarine gemstone. She had pulled it from her collection just this morning for her. Holding it out for her to take with a grin. “This is so no one can ever tame or take that fire from within you. We are women, we have to fight for what we want, best we are taught properly how.”

Sigyn held her chin high as Loki leaned in close, keeping their gazes locked on one another’s. Having the woman so close was making her heart flutter within her chest, and she could feel her cheeks warm with a blush. The captain was right, though. On the sea, she had a freedom she had never known before. Pirates may have been the last thing the princess would have thought to interact with, but they didn’t judge her for the strange connection she felt with the sea. 

Her breath caught in her throat at the feeling of the captain’s hand caressing her jaw and chin, and she found herself almost turning her head into the woman’s grasp to lean into it. She controlled herself just in time though, straightening herself despite the longing she felt for the woman’s touch.

After hesitating for a moment, Sigyn reached out to take the dagger, turning it over and over in her hands to watch the jewels gleam in the sunlight. “It’s beautiful,” she murmured, finally looking up to lock gazes with Loki. “Thank you, Captain.”

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The comment made her think of all the things she could do to invoke a playful tantrum out of the woman before her. Pulling back from the kiss for just a small breath as she whispered. “Maybe so, I may love your sass but I just can’t let you get away with anything love.. Should a tantrum ensue so shall a good spanking..” She grinned before pressing back for more. An arm wrapping around Sigyn’s waist as she nearly moaned when she felt those delicate fingers lacing into her hair. 

The hand at the small of her back began tugging at the strings of her corset, almost expertly untying and loosening them as she kept her main focus on Sigyn’s lips, her tongue snaking out and swirling into her loves mouth. Tasting every bit of her.

A smirk graced Sigyn’s lips at the woman’s comment, her mind conjuring up rather naughty images of the captain taking her over her knee. Perhaps she should try sometime, just to see if Loki would carry through with her little threat. “Is that a promise, my darling?” she whispered, leaning forward to brush her lips against Loki’s before kissing her again.

Her heart skipped a beat when she felt her corset begin to loosen, almost surprised at how quickly Loki was at removing the laces. Just as it became loose enough, Sigyn wiggled out of it, flinging it to the floor before pressing closer again, slipping her leg between the captain’s. She moaned again as Loki slipped her tongue into her mouth, the hand that wasn’t busy with the emerald-eyed woman’s hair slipping down to clutch at the fabric at the small of her lover’s back.

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“Perhaps..” Her emerald green eyes glow with passion if even a bit of desire. “Maybe I would have liked to see my little princess demanding my attention even in a nasty way..” She breathed out, “but temper tantrums aren’t very becoming are they?”

Her hand came out to cup Sigyn’s jaw, leaning in closer and she glanced into her eyes for any sign to stop; hesitation or even disgust. When Loki saw none she came closer and closer and pressed her lips to the others. Kissing her softly before pressing deeper for more of her. Holding her close and tender and she savored the taste of her beautiful princess.

Just the look in Loki’s eyes alone made Sigyn want to surge forward, but she stayed right where she was, wanting to draw the moment out for as long as she could. The captain’s eyes were so lovely, greener than anything the young princess had ever seen, reminding her of the emeralds that were encrusted on some of the weapons that lay in the quarters she and the captain shared every so often. “Only if the wrong people see them,” Sigyn whispered, inching closer. “I have a feeling you quite enjoy a bit of a tantrum.”

Breath catching in her throat as Loki leaned in closer, Sigyn went completely still, looking up at the woman with desire-filled eyes. All of the moments they spent flirting with one another, the brief touches, the almost-kisses, had been leading up to this point, and Sigyn felt like she was going to burst into flames, what with how much she was flushing. She responded eagerly to the kiss, a breathy moan escaping her throat as Loki pressed closer, deepening the kiss. She lifted a hand to tangle in the woman’s long, dark hair, anchoring them together as she inches so close, there was hardly any space between them anymore.

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You’re a Memory

“The stars are going out.. The stars– The stars are going.. Going.. going going going..” The god laughed, manic and broken as he continued his endless rambling to himself.  Many never even knew what he meant. At one point they panicked when he spoke of the world ending but seeing as he couldn’t give them a straight answer they elected to ignore his madness from then on out. “Twist my words.. Twist my– The stars! The stars are going.. Going going gone!”

The long chain from the manacles on his wrists giving a gentle clink as he rocked back and forth. Etchings in the gold not only kept him restrained physically but also bound his magic. Leaving him utterly defenseless as SHIELD had taken to poking and prodding him while he was left in their custody after the battle of New York. Once he was deposited into a reinforced cell, stripped of his armor and anything he cherished. Cuffed and even fitted with a collar that both repressed his magic ( the collar also sending corrective shocks, in the beginning he tended to fight back ) he was left alone and he never saw his brother again.

Thor had washed his hands of him, that was certain. Loki had hoped it might be a mistake, that his brother might take him back to Asgard; where he truly wanted to be, imprisoned or executed. All Loki had wanted was to go home after so long in Sanctuary.

Instead the Earth had demanded Loki serve his sentence here for his crimes. 

Repressing magic had consequences, ones SHIELD didn’t seem to understand. It was the main cause for his insanity. 

First having his magic bound was irritating, then uncomfortable till it became downright tormenting. Till he had gone mad with the excruciating pain. Now he was just numb from it.

“He’s coming.. HE IS COMING!! He’s coming and you’re all going to die! All the stars are going to go out.. The stars are going out.. Going going..” He leaned back against the wall, crazed eyes darting around, “gone..”

The door of his cell opened and the dim light he was usually left in was elevated for the visitor. Showing just how terrible Loki looked after all these years locked away.

Skin clinging to his bones since he was refusing to eat ( on a force feeding schedule now ), dark circles under his eyes and his raven hair no longer held any luster. He seemed so hollow and certainly not the villain that had come in attempt to subjugate Earth. 

“Oh my my… I have a guest! Very special, so special of me! So nice of you!..” He grinned at the visitor, returning to his rocking. “But unfortunately I’m very busy. Very very very busy.. And I don’t think you have an appointment.. Appointments are important to have.. And you don’t. Have. One!”

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“Why was I not told he was being kept here?” Were the first words that came from Sigyn’s mouth to her brother-in-law once she had stepped from the Bifrost. Ever since she had been told by Odin himself that, not only was her husband alive, but had tried to dominate Midgard and was now being held prisoner there as penance for his crimes. While she agreed he must be held accountable for his actions, she did not think the mortals knew how to care for someone that was not of their species. “I am his wife, Thor, I should be told these things.”

She did not give the golden-haired warrior time to reply before she stalked her way into the building, barely able to keep her fury in check. No one had been able to tell her why exactly her husband had wanted to take over Midgard in the first place, save for stories of jealousy and madness she found highly unlikely. Yes, Loki had always been jealous of his older brother, but how could he not be, when Thor had been Odin’s favorite son? The Allfather had never said those words, but everybody could see it, and it angered her to no end. Yes, there had been jealousy there, but not enough for Loki to try to dominate an entire Realm. He had never shown much interest in the human’s home. And madness? People had always called Loki mad, when all she saw was genius.

Ignoring the stares the humans gave her, as well as Thor’s orders to stay out of her way, Sigyn continued down the hallway, her face a complete unemotional mask despite the absolute rage she was feeling on the inside. Only when she heard her husband’s voice echoing towards her did she pause. She couldn’t make out what he was saying...but he did not sound like he was his usual self. Quickening her pace, she sucked in a deep, shaky breath through her nose, hoping beyond hope Loki was alright.

The second she stepped into the cell, she almost fell to her knees right then and there. Her husband, who used to be such a proud man, now sat chained, his eyes wide and crazed. This was what the humans thought was fair punishment? Chaining him up and leaving him to rot? They claimed to be so enlightened, claimed they treated their prisoners fairly, and yet here Loki sat, looking like a ghost of his formal self.

“Loki?” she whispered, crouching down so she was on his level. “Loki, it’s me, Sigyn. I’m here.”

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Send “I didn’t know you played.” for your muse to walk in on mine playing an instrument.

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Zuhair Murad | Fall/Winter 2018 Couture

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Thank you.

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Love of the Sea || Closed

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thebrokengodofmischief:

With a grin on her face she pushed herself off the wall and sauntered over to Sigyn. Coming up behind her and testing the wet ribbon and ties that had no give when they were so soaked. “It’s a shame..” She pulled a dagger from her belt and twirled it in her fingers for a moment. “It’s a beautiful dress..” Bitting her lower lip she carefully ran the blade through the thick material. It was so sharp it didn’t meet any resistance.

The back of the dress now open she did the same to the corset underneath. Her long, slender fingers gently running over Sigyn as she helped to peal the wet clothing off of her till she was in nothing more than her underclothes. “I’m sure I can find you something just as nice when we make port next.. That is if you decide to stay..” Loki mused, stepping back and stowing the dagger back on her belt with a smile.

“So, where is the princess from?” She asked, chancing glances at Sigyn’s beautiful form when ever she felt she wasn’t looking back at her. 

Sigyn agreed with the woman, it was a shame. Perhaps she could cut a piece off the dress as a reminder of who gave it to her. Despite refusing her birthright, her mother still loved her dearly as her eldest child, and Sigyn didn’t want to forget that love. No matter how long she had left to live.

Her breath caught in her throat when she felt the woman’s cool fingers ghost across her skin as she helped Sigyn out of her clothing, goosebumps raising all along her exposed skin, especially where Loki touched her. Her heart began to flutter wildly in her chest, and she did the best she could to keep herself from blushing too hard, or even making a fool of herself. What was it about this woman that made her react in such a way to a simple touch? She had never felt this way about anyone before, and it confused her...and excited her all the same.

Stripping out of the dress and petticoats underneath, Sigyn hesitated, both in taking off her corset and the rest of her underthings, since they were what stood in the way of the Captain seeing her completely nude, and in wondering in what she should tell Loki. Obviously she couldn’t tell her the truth of her heritage, that would put herself in even more danger. But, she doubted the Captain was a stupid woman. How could she be, when she had all of these men following her? She had to have recognized her accent by now, so...she’d have to leave out the bigger details.

“Norway,” she finally said softly, glancing over her shoulder at the captain. “I am from Norway.”

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Sigyn kept her gaze locked on Loki, raising her chin in defiance as the dark-haired woman drew closer. She wanted her to fight? With swords and gods-knew-what-else? Why? She didn’t have the look of a fighter, did she?

“Well, I’m so glad you would like to keep me, captain,” Sigyn said rather saucily. “I would hate to find out what would happen when you wish to be rid of me.”

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@thebrokengodofmischief cont. from here:

Sigyn watched the woman saunter back over to the bed, her cheeks reddening with a blush, but she didn’t look away for a single moment. Her attraction to Loki (that’s what it was, she had already admitted to herself) had grown as time went on during her stay on the ship, and their teasing and obvious flirtations with one another only frustrated her. The woman was good company besides all that, whereas most of the men were rough.

She waited a moment, before turning on her side to look at the woman. “Would you have done it if I hadn’t asked so nicely. Perhaps...if I had demanded it? Hm?”

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Love of the Sea || Closed

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thebrokengodofmischief:

The coolness of her hand in her own made Loki smile, though she was quick to hide it as she helped the woman to her feet and lead her to the rear of the ship and into the Captains quarters. 

They were lavish, certainly they were quite well as what they did. A large mahogany desk with intricate carvings on the front and sides was in the corner; covered in papers, a bag of gold, a locked box, a half empty bottle of rum and a dagger stabbed into the wood; though it was more like a shiv than anything harmful. The chair was covered in dark green leather and starting to show it’s wear. The shelves were full of books and scrolls. Odd navigational instruments and trinkets from the sea. A large bed dominated the other half of the room. Covered with soft sheets and plush comforters and a copious amount of pillows. 

“Come..” She let go of Sigyn’s hand once the door was closed behind them, missing the absence of her slender fingers. “I don’t have many dresses if any but give me a moment. You can start getting out of those clothes though. We are both women are we not?” She winked turning away to open the large walk in closet though her search turned up fruitless. “They aren’t suitable for royalty of that I am sure but they are dry.” Holding a white tunic and a pair of brown leather leggings out before she deposited them onto the bed as she watched Sigyn struggled stubbornly.

“Would you like my help, or are you going to stick to your pride?” She leaned back against the wall, surveying her from across the room with a teasing grin on her face as she let her struggle for a few moments till she made up her mind and stopped letting her ego dictate her. 

Walking into the Captain’s quarters, Sigyn took a moment to look around. It was beautifully decorated, almost reminding her of one of her mother’s more quaint sitting rooms in the palace. She didn’t miss the way the beautiful shade of green was so prevalent, nor how big and fluffy the bed seemed to be. When her eyes landed on the dagger sticking straight up from the desk, her blood ran cold. Was this just Loki’s way of getting her alone so she could hurt her? She stood straighter, lifting her chin once again in defiance.

She honestly didn’t care if the woman had no dresses for her to change into. Right now, she just wanted out of everything that was soaked all the way through. Even her stockings underneath her travel boots were soaked, and she wanted those off, too. 

She hesitated, however. She shouldn’t feel so nervous, she had changed in front of women before. Hadn’t she had lady’s maids of her own back home? Did they not help her out of her most complicated outfits at the end of a long day. This should be no different, despite how she was now a captive to these pirates. Letting out a small sigh, she reached back to try and unlace the back of her dress, but found that the salt water had made it almost impossible to do so. She said nothing at first, not wanting the woman to think she was one of those women who was entirely helpless.

Glancing up at Loki, blue eyes burning, she considered the woman’s offer for help. Eventually, the clothes would come off. One way or another, she’d find a way. But, maybe with the woman’s help, she’d be able to get out quicker. Pressing her lips together, she nodded her head. “It won’t untie for me, unfortunately. You may...you may have to cut it.”

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PIN MY MUSE

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disillusionedhumanity:

Send “UNF” to pin my muse against the wall with DESIRE

Send “UGH” to pin my muse against the wall from FURY

Send “DONT” to pin my muse against the wall to prevent them from LEAVING

Send “AH” to pin my muse against the wall but letting a RANDOMIZER choose

Adds some tbh, I need more variety:

Send “OOF” to pin my muse against the wall by ACCIDENT

Send “HA” to pin my muse against the wall as a JOKE

Send “NO” to pin my muse against the wall to PROTECT THEM

Send “LISTEN” to hug my muse against the wall to let them know they LOVE THEM

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Love of the Sea || Closed

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thebrokengodofmischief:

There is was. The moment she heard that defiance, that fire and raw power seep out of the woman’s mouth Loki had fallen instantly and irrevocably in love with the woman before her. This wasn’t some pampered princess waiting for a ransom so she could return back to her lavish life of chiffron, lace and bows. No, she was a fighter even if she didn’t know it yet.

“Sigyn..” She said slowly, letting the name settled on her tongue so she might taste it and how pleasant it felt to say. “A delight to have you aboard my ship. I am Captain Loki, daughter of Laufey Frost.” Laufey was a very well known pirate; known only for his savagery as he claimed the seas. “My crew welcome you, and I assure you, they will show you respect while you are aboard my vessel. This is my first mate Thor and my honor guard…” She pointed to a thick muscled man, sun kissed skin over his biceps and long blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail. All were men and all were at her command. “Would you like more introductions sweet princess? Or perhaps shall we get you cleaned up, hmm?” 

Stowing her sword back onto her belt she held out her hand for Sigyn to take her hand so she might help her off the deck. “That dress isn’t quite so lovely when it is soaked with salt water now is it..” Some of the richer colours of dye beginning to run and become ruined. “And we are a long way from port, I would hate for you to remain in this state. We may be pirates but we do know a thing or two about hospitality.”

The way the woman practically purred her name sent a shiver down her spine, and threatened to make her blush. Sigyn forced herself to keep her composure, however, despite how quickly her heart was fluttering within her chest. She couldn’t understand why this woman was making her feel so oddly, a feeling her female friends had all described when men gave them attention. And yet this woman, this pirate who held such command over her men, made her want to blush to the point where her skin was completely red. All she could do was suck in a deep breath and steady herself, not wanting any of these pirates to see such weakness in her.

“Captain Loki Frost,” Sigyn repeated softly, recognizing the name of the woman’s father. She had heard stories of the man, of how dangerous he was and how many lives he had claimed. He had been the biggest worry her mother had held for Sigyn when she had expressed her interest in the seas, even after they had heard of his passing. Although, they had never known he had a daughter. Tilting her chin up just slightly to show her defiance and anger at the situation, Sigyn offered the smallest of smiles that didn’t reach her eyes. “A pleasure to meet such an intriguing woman.”

Glancing around at the crew members, her gaze lingering on Thor as Loki introduced them. She continued to feign the air of superiority and anger, hoping it would put the men off of trying to harm her in any way. Although, she had a feeling they would listen to their captain’s words of wanting Sigyn all to herself. “I have a feeling we will all be getting to know each other very well, very soon,” Sigyn replied, turning her blue gaze back to the dark haired woman.

The sea water had soaked her clothing clean through to the soft cotton shift she wore beneath her corsets. The fabric of her underthings, her corset, and even her dress, were beginning to grow too tight for her to bear, and was beginning to rub up against her skin uncomfortably. The dress was ruined beyond repair, which was a shame. The dress had been a gift from her mother on her last birthday, and had been one of her favorites. But Sigyn couldn’t stand the feeling of the soaked clothing any longer, and wanted out of them as quickly as possible.

Sigyn took a moment to stare down at Loki’s outstretched hand. She could try to fight her way out of this, but there was no where else to go, and she wasn’t the strongest person. She could be quick if she wanted to be, but if that man, Thor, managed to get his arms around her, she was done for. Sigyn wanted to survive, and live to tell this story one day, and the only way to do that was to do as she was told. For now. She reached out, and took Loki’s hand, finding that her own hand fit perfectly within the Captain’s. “It is rather uncomfortable, yes,” she said. “Thank you for showing me such kindness, Loki.”

[inabikari]

I am a High Priestess. I have the power of the heavens in my hand.

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Please Don’t Starters:

“Please don’t cry.”

“Please don’t hurt me.”

“Please don’t strip right now.”

“Please don’t try to twerk.”

“Please don’t make me dance with you.”

“Please don’t forget how much I love you.”

“Please don’t take off your pants.”

“Please don’t sell my nudes!”

“Please don’t overthink this.”

“Please don’t kiss me again.”

“Please don’t yell.”

“Please don’t try to stop me.”

“Please don’t hurt yourself.”

“Please don’t tell anyone.”

“Please don’t worry about it.”

“Please don’t get yourself killed.”

“Please don’t let them/him/her treat you like that.”

“Please don’t use your pathetic pickup lines on me.”

“Please don’t die!”

“Please don’t try to fight me.”

“Please don’t throw things.”

“Please don’t leave me.”

“Please don’t forget me.”

“Please don’t ask me about that.”

“Please don’t read that diary.”

“Please don’t recite bad poetry.”

“Please don’t eat inedible objects.”

“Please don’t interrupt me.”

“Please don’t do this.”

“Please don’t call the cops.”

“Please don’t feed the animals.”

“Please don’t treat him/her/them like that.”

“Please don’t look.”

“Please don’t love me.”

“Please don’t bring up the past.”

“Please don’t steal from babies.”

“Please don’t wear a culturally insensitive costume.”

“Please don’t drink anymore.”

“Please don’t take photos.”

“Please don’t make me go.”

“Please don’t lose faith in me.”

“Please don’t make me ask you again.”

“Please don’t be snarky.”

“Please don’t touch anything.”

“Please don’t break anything.”

“Please don’t wake me.”

“Please don’t stand so close to me.”

“Please don’t kill me.”

“Please don’t kill them/him/her.”

“Please don’t forgive me/him/her/them.”

“Please don’t correct my spelling.”

“Please don’t assume you can kiss me.”

“Please don’t try to run away.”

“Please don’t speak to me like that.”

“Please don’t speak to him/her like that.”

“Please don’t underestimate me.”

“Please don’t speak.”

“Please don’t panic.”

“Please don’t give up on me.”

“Please don’t hug me.”

“Please don’t touch me.” 

“Please don’t ask me about my parents.” 

“Please don’t stop loving me.” 

“Please don’t let him/her/them hurt me.”

“Please don’t call me anymore.”

“Please don’t lock me in here!”