let whoever can win glory before death

I am the Lady Sif, warrior of Asgard and Goddess of War. Sister in arms to Thor and the Warriors Three. Take care not to fall on the wrong side of my blade. [Independent RP account]

[wheremermaidsdwell]

Asgardians as that tumblr post

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// so I had a stroke last year, I recovered really well, but obviously that took up a lot of my time and energy. It's been almost exactly one year now since it happened. I've gotten heavily into a different fandom (Stranger Things - Hellcheer) and while this blog is going to stay up I don't see myself coming back to it. I may post drabbles at some point, and I'll maintain it, but I think it's obvious to everyone this is a relic blog not an active one. I've loved my time as Sif, she will be forever a favorite of mine and I treasure my time rping. It made me great friends and improved my writing and brought a lot of joy to my life. If you'd like to find me I'm at @wheremermaidsdwell and always welcome more friends. I'm on discord too and will give that out if you message me 💖

All my love,

Lady Sif of Asgard

[wheremermaidsdwell]

[celebrity-erotica]

Jaimie Alexander

[ladysifofasgard]

//I love all of you I just don't have the energy to maintain rn but I am thinking of you 💖

[ladysifofasgard]

"Merry Yule, Lady Sif."

"Merry Yule to you too, Loki. I hope the celebrations find you well."

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"Happy Yule, mama!"

"Happy Yule, darling. I hope it sees you well."

[ladysifofasgard]

Happy Yule to all! I think I am starting to understand your “Christmas” but don’t think I am swayed. You should try our celebrations.

[vanirwarriorgoddess]

Concept Art Thor love and thunder rescue of Lady Sif.

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UPDATE

//my rl shit is kinda wrecked now. Sometimes when my mental health spiral goes down i’m actually fine writing, but right now I’m mostly just seeing my therapist more, and trying not to dump on all my friends. 

I wanna come back, so if you’re willing to bear with me I’m gonna hang around. I’ll try to pop in a bit as I deal with rl.

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// My brother got married then I had to redo my entire resume and portfolio for a DREAM job opening, but I swear I have time again now oh my god brb drafts

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"Are you sure you can trust Loki?"

"Oh, I'm quite sure I can't. Don't mistake civility for trust. Thor can see the best in his brother, but I'm going to watch for the knife in our backs."

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SIF & LOKI — A SERIES

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Lady Sif in Thor: Love and Thunder (2022) dir. Taika Waititi

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benevolentgodloki​:

Loki tensed, readying himself to have to block a strike, although he did not go so far as to raise his arms. The slight widening of his eyes was enough of a flinch to betray the thought. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe she would have been better off in Valhalla with the rest of them, but he couldn’t regret a familiar face. He had hardly slept on his journey here. Behind his eyes lurked things he could not piece between dream and memory. A foot in Hel, a foot in Valhalla, tussling between him, with the Grandmaster yanking him back from either of their clutches. If he could have remembered it, the Snap had been a sweet respite.

He did not recognise the name she gave. The discretion of his travelling had kept him out of the loop and safe from the Godbutcher.

“Gorr? Was this the battle that took your arm?”

She slackened. He didn’t know. How was she to begin to explain any of it? She’d spent near a year hunting Gorr with little to show for it but a wound. He was gone, his mission failed; her aim was a success - but her part in the story wasn’t the one of revelry.

“Yes.”

“Gorr wielded All-Black and had vowed to kill all Gods. I hunted him for months as he worked to achieve his aim. Sometimes I stopped him, or delayed him, sometimes I failed,” she admitted plainly. “I learned his plans, and was annoyance enough that he set a trap for me. I should have died,” Sif raised her false arm and flexed it as best she could. It was capable, for a mortal invention, but not nearly what she needed. 

“That blade should have killed me, but I’ve never been precisely normal,” she half shrugged as she lowered her arm. There were a few reasons she could think of that might have given her those few minutes that had allowed Thor to get her to safety. Whatever it had been, she was grateful for it. “Thor came to me in time to ferry me here for healing.”

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manifoldmischief​:

Gods, she wanted more. Over on the stairs, Loki felt something like panic swell up inside of him like a fire. Foolishly, perhaps, considering what he was asking her to believe, he had hoped that she would be content with hypotheticals. That she would trust that there was more beneath them that held true… but apparently any trust she’d ever had in him was gone, even despite the trust he’d so plainly professed. 

The duplicate leaned against the ledge of a window, gesturing away the comment like swatting away a fly. “I stepped into his place because he wasn’t prepared to listen. I had two choices before me - to run as far as I could or return to my cell, awaiting the day a foul mood drew him to have me killed. So I chose a third. Far better for me, far better for the realm. Believe me, I showed him a far greater mercy than he ever intended to show me, his professed son. Tell me, did he ever ask Heimdall to look into the darkness for me when I fell?”

“You have yet to name your great threat,” she pointed out. He would have to do better than vagaries to allay her. Sif could be emotional, too emotional at times, but she was also reasonable, and trusted fact and sense when it came to making decisions.  It was a distraction to think of the past. Asgard had known him to be dead with the best of their knowledge, the rest wasn’t her business. It was a trap to argue what had or hadn’t been done by other people. 

She stepped closer to his double as she spoke, words and body in sync. Direct, focused, firm.  “I want to know why you thought it was your right to replace your father. Why it was good to steal the throne, and lie to our people about who was leading them. What is your purpose, Loki?” she challenged. 

She stopped two steps away from him, and watched the minutia of his expression, his stance, and she didn’t buy in. How much truth or lie he was spinning was still in question. She would pay attention. “Because if your aim is power or revenge I have told you: banish me now.” It would be better than way. She had little stomach for deception, and he would recognize a false truce from her. He knew her just as well as she knew him. Theirs was a shattered friendship, but broken things still left shards reflecting back.

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the-mjolnir-owner​:

Sif looked at him and Thor smiled, she was alive. “Didn’t you spare no one for me to fight?” He teased with a concerned expression, busying himself in wrapping his cape around her wound to stop the bleeding. The snow helped her body to bleed slower and Thor supposed that was the reason why she was alive. Still, he had to hurry. “Shh, save your energy,” he instructed as he carefully cradled her in his arms, heading to Benatar, the guardians’ ship they had just parked in the snow after following Thor’s coordinates. Good, he didn’t want to travel via Bifrost and deteriorate her wounds. She was insistent and Thor turned his attention to her face, still carrying her to the ship. Her message was concerning. He had heard of fallen Gods and the God Killer in one of his last missions with the Guardians. People praying to dead Gods who would never answer their call. “I won’t let it happen,” he assured her, entering the ship where Mantis hurried to help them, preparing a bed where Thor laid Sif down, getting the right supplies to make a proper bandage on her arm – or on what was left of it.

“Take us to Midgard,” Thor told Quill who had no option but to obey due to Thor’s commanding tone. “It may hurt a bit, Sif,” Thor told her as he started to clean the wound with Mantis’ assistance.

She smiled at his tease, too tired to reply as he picked her up, and too weak to hold on. Sif leaned into his warmth, and concentrated on her breathing, willing her body to heal. 

By the time he had laid her down and the new woman had appeared to help tend her she only shook her head in dismissal as they worked. “I don’t mind pain.” Things were dull, and her head blurry. Sif grimaced, and closed eyes tight as they worked, only to find her eyes wet. A strange feeling, a surprising one that had crept up on her it seemed. She couldn’t pinpoint what had brought on tears - death, or Thor, or cold, but something had, and she couldn’t face it when there was so much else to organize in her hazy mind.

She gritted teeth against a stab of pain brought on by their work. “Check my side too,” she urged, and her good arm rose to gesture at her stomach. She knew she’s taken a hit from Gorr’s shadows there. It had cut into her armor and jammed a piece into her. The wound would heal, but it wasn’t helping things. If she was to survive she had to guide them. Sif had always trusted Thor with her life, and now it had never been more on the line.