Lady Sif of Asgard

||Indie rp blog for Sif of Norse Mythology. Mun and Muses are +18, no NFSW of any kind with any minors. Multiship, Multifandom, Open to any fandoms! xx PLEASE READ RULES BEFORE RPING || FC: Jenna Coleman || M!a: None, but accepting!

[harvestofasgard]

hOLY FUCK THE AOU TRALIER

I HAVE NO WORDS HOLY SHIT

[memes-for-the-rper]

My muse has been attacked and left for dead. What's your muse's reaction when they find mine?

[memes-for-muses]

Send me a "Pillow fight!" for my muse's reaction to yours hitting them with a pillow.

[harvestofasgard]

||Open

"Who is it? Now is not the best of times."

[harvestofasgard]

+5

[amazingbugboy-deactivated201507]

  "Uhm… I depends." He shrugged. "How do I know you’re actually Thor’s friend?" He asked, not willing to give his identity to her if he wasn’t sure if she was truly a goddess.

[harvestofasgard]

Sif laughed aloud at his question. "Are you joking? He and I were in battle training together when we were just small children. We grew up together in the palace, along with Fandral, Volstagg, and Hogun." She smiled a little. "But, if you prefer more proof…" she pulled the sword from her hilt. "Then here. This is my weapon of choice. It has got the royal crest engraved upon it. Odin gifted it to me himself."

[harvestofasgard]

Open || Sexual Sunday

[amazingbugboy-deactivated201507]

  Peter rest his head in the crook of her neck, smiling softly. “well… It’s just more, loose.” He stated. “You look beautiful in your gear, but it doesn’t look like you can just sit around in it.” He told her. “You can lie in bed in a dress. Maybe not a really fancy dress. Wear a… Nice night dress. Something subtle.” He shrugged. “I just think you’d feel more comfortable with one on.”

[harvestofasgard]

Sif furrowed her brows at the contact. He was so close to her… Yet, it didn't come across as offensive. She had never met a man that could make a gesture such as that. She smiled weakly. "Well, I have grown accustomed to wear it. We have gone to battle many times during the night… I have just learned to feel comfortable in my armor." The goddess was not so sure of these "night dresses". Yes, many women at home wore them, but she had never been very fond of them. "I will take your suggestion for tonight. But know that this might be the only time you will ever see me in such a thing. And do not ever tell my fellow warriors. They would think less of me if they knew I was doing such a thing."

[harvestofasgard]

||Open

A great pounding could be felt within the shield maiden's head. She couldn't remember a thing from the previous hours.

"Ow.. What happened?"

[lady-of-unyielding-gentleness-d]

"You don't have to stay here, y'know... I'll be fine.."

Sigyn shook her head, “Forgive me but, I doubt that…”

harvestofasgard

[harvestofasgard]

Sif had been hurt pretty bad in battle. She was covered in bruises, her skin covered in small cuts. But the gash upon her knee was continually stinging. Of course, she'd wince, it bleeding hurt. But that didn't mean anyone needed to take care of her.

"Really, Sigyn, Frigg's handmaidens have repaired me well. Go about your day as you usually would. I will heal within a few days."

[ask-gangrel]

Put 'Spitting Teeth' in my askbox for my muses reaction to yours punching them in the face

[harvestofasgard]

Sigyn and Sif are my brotp.

Seriously, I think all of the Sigyns I have role-played with so far just make Sif so happy.

[warhornofgondor]

  "I respect any person willing to take up the sword and shield in defense of their home. It is a hard life made better by the notion you are protecting those who cannot protect themselves," he mused.

[harvestofasgard]

"That is very nice to hear, especially from a man. Not many take us as seriously as you might." She smiled up to him. She was short, yes, but she was just as fierce as any of the warriors back home. "How long have you been here in Gondor?"

[wolfofasgard]

  "Rest later."

"Come join me for a minute, shield maiden."

[harvestofasgard]

"Rest later? When will we have time next?"

"Fine. But whatever this is about better be important."

[hel-inherbones]

  "On the contrary, mortals are just as often cruel as they are kind. Though they are interesting creatures. They often radiate with life." Hel nodded, quietly. She let out a small breath before replying to the question. "I currently live with a cat. He’s a strange creature for he is half dead as I am."

[harvestofasgard]

Sif wasn't sure whether to smile or not. Hel always seemed so sad about her condition, but then at the same time, she didn't. It was always so hard to tell. She nodded slightly as she heard the next reply. "They are very interesting. And their food is very good." she said in a warm tone. "A cat? How lovely… What is a cat, exactly?"

[icreatedinangard]

"Keep breathing! Focus on breathing!"

She tried. She really did. But breathing was really hard when there was a spear sticking out of her chest. Asgard had been attacked, and as she was running, helping the children who had been in lessons flee, they had been ambushed. She managed to get the children away safely, but had gotten one of the enemy warrior’s spears through her chest.

One moment she was on her feet, the next she was being caught by Sif as Thor and the Warriors Three started to fight back.

"S-sif," Sigyn murmured out, blood bubbling up on her lips.

[icreatedinangard]

  "Sif…S-sif, I am so cold," Sigyn murmured, watching through hazy eyes at her friend’s attempt to save her. She could feel it. The coldness stemmed from her heart, and began to spread throughout her torso. Using strength she barely had, Sigyn raised her hand to grasp Sif’s. "Sif…thank you. Thank-" Her breath hitched and her eyes lost heir light, her hand going slack in the warrior’s grasp.

[harvestofasgard]

"No… No, no, no, Sigyn, just keep your eyes open. Please stay with me, we are getting you help-" just as she said so, the handmaidens rushed in. They looked to the goddesses in awe. Not only was Sigyn badly wounded, but Sif looked a wreck. Bruises and blood covered her face, her armor dirtied with mud. Her hair looked like a bird's nest and her lip was split pretty bad. Tears streamed from her eyes. "Do not just stand there like fools! Help her, for Odin's sake!" she cried out. The maidens nodded slightly and got her friend onto a bed and tried as best as they could to patch up the wound. Meanwhile, the warrior could only watch in hope that Sigyn would make it.

[harvestofasgard]

Open

[kingofwhatliesbelow-deactivated]

       “Ay, it is said that I am rather hideous and have flames for hair. This, obviously, is not true.”

[harvestofasgard]

"Flames? For hair? Is it possible for anyone to have such a thing? But, I would have to agree. You most definitely have regular hair."

[theartfuldeceiverx-deactivated2]

  ❝You may not desire it, Lady Sif, but sometimes it happens whether we wish it to or not.❞ And if he uses a little magic to help the process along, well, that’s not really cheating, is it? To watch this proud warrior give into such a darkness, oh how he would relish that. The very thought it enticing enough. 

[harvestofasgard]

Sif kept a stern look upon her face. "I will not give into your tricks, Loki. Your magic might have worked upon those mortals, but I am not one of them." She began to back away slowly. She needed to get out of here, she needed to tell someone about this. "Now, if you would excuse me, I have to meet up with the warriors. We go to battle within the hour."

[spiritoftrickery-ar-blog-deacti]

"Must you suck the fun out of everything? Fine … you have my word.”

[harvestofasgard]

"Fun? In what sense is destroying an entire building a source of fun?"

"Thank you… I expect you to keep that promise."