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@sigynthefaithful
I’m still alive, just in case you were wondering. It’s been a very depressing year for me. But things are starting to look up again and I feel like getting back into tumblr roleplay.
Hopefully some of you are still interested in rping with me.
I'm still alive, just in case you were wondering. It's been a very depressing year for me. But things are starting to look up again and I feel like getting back into tumblr roleplay.
Hopefully some of you are still interested in rping with me.
“Let none in Asgard doubt Sigyn’s love for her husband, the God of Evil. Sigyn is a true wife, now and always — yet, I will guide the sure hand of Hoder — even if that bow-hand be turned towards Loki himself.”
Thor #275 // A Balance Is Struck
l i g h t // d a r k
but he loves me he ignites me he is part of me unique in its madness
Loki & Sigyn for thelaughingmagician
“However were I available, I would never marry one so loathsome as you, for pittance or treasure." — ”You dare to mock Loki?! Woman, you have not seen the last of me! This I vow, you must be mine. Willingly or not.”
Thor Annual #14 // Thy Neighbor’s Wife
stupid headcanon won’t leave me alone
Some Sigyn warm up junk
You know what, I’m gonna post all this junk I’ve had saved in my drafts for, like, ever
For the headcanon that Sigyn has a very different idea of “modesty”.
Vanishing Grace [Talia and Sigyn]
"Indeed." Talia looked Sigyn up and down with just the shifting of her dark eyes. "You are well today, I hope. I do not know how Asgardians manage pregnancy, but it can be rather…difficult for us Midgardians.”
Talia was trying rather hard not to be passive-aggressive, as Sigyn didn’t really warrant it. Nor was this situation her doing. But perhaps it was her still-there anger towards Loki. Talia pursed her lips faintly, moving to set her shoes by the nearest doorway to remember later.
"Would you like..some tea, perhaps?"
God, the awkwardness was palpable.
The smile on her lips became rather genuine when she heard her words. She knew that kind of tone and what it implied. Sigyn couldn’t blame her, and yet it also amused her for some strange reasons. “Pregnancies aren’t meant to be a comfortable experience for any species. We have that in common, among other things.”
She watched her, the look on her face becoming troubled. Her lips felt suddenly dry.
“Instead of tea, I would very much like to speak with you.”
Vanishing Grace [Talia and Sigyn]
How Talia and Christopher had ended up given Lady Sigyn asylum she would never truly understand. It was true, Talia herself held no real ill-will towards the goddess. It was more bitterness. Born out of the notion that she could place no real blame on her, when she was the most obvious target.
At least Talia was busy most days with working, and she admitted that she avoided Sigyn. She was not cold to her. But her politeness was just that. No fault of hers, really. Loki had hurt Talia rather deeply when last they met, and now she was expected to care for his pregnant wife.
Ah, the universe had a cruel sense of humor.
Talia arrived home from work, wearily fulfilled, and slipped her heels off at the door, only to pick them up with the intention of taking them back to her bedroom.
She hummed, considering a soak in the bubble bath, perhaps a glass of wine..
Of course, Talia hadn’t anticipated running into Sigyn. She stiffened, a tense smile twitching onto her lips. “Ah. Lady Sigyn. Good afternoon.”
The goddess felt restless, for days now. She didn’t know the whereabouts of her husband; her dreams were plagued by visions of the future – over before she can make any sense of it – and because of circumstances she was now a guest of Talia and Christopher’s. She didn’t mind so much as she felt like a burden really. The situation between her and Talia has been tense ever since… Well, ever since the dark haired woman had gotten closer to her husband at one point – nothing out of the ordinary there – and Sigyn tortured her while she had been under the influence of some darker magic.
Not a day goes by where she didn’t regret what she had done to her. No one deserved that, least of all Talia. It was bad enough that Sigyn had to experience the actual torture… but to inflict this sort of pain on someone else. A sudden wave of nausea gripped and tightened her stomach.
But situations changed and she needed help, protection from an even darker force. And it wasn’t just her anymore that she had to think about.
Sigyn wandered through the house deep in thought, when she heard her voice.
“Good afternoon, Talia.” She paused for a moment, her lips curved into a small smile when she saw the heels in her hand.
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//YES! <3
Send me a ◈ if you want to plot.
It almost looks innocent until you see his creeping hand….
Art by the lovely sexy-salmon-loki
Since learning of Sigyn’s pregnancy, Christopher had kept an eye out for the goddess. It was in his nature to be protective and caring—and he truly did not blame her for what she’d done when she’d been under the influence of magic. He knew the guilt and grief of altered mental states too well. Besides, she had shown genuine remorse for it, and had never seemed to harbor any ill-will to Talia despite having cause to resent her.
Perhaps some would have shunned her because of Loki—who had nearly killed Christopher once, and worse, had recently fallen from his esteem for an older and less forgivable sin. But with his history, Christopher could never be one to visit the sins of the father upon the sons. The twin godlets in Sigyn’s womb were innocent, and protecting the innocent was one of Christopher’s prime motivations in life.
So with Loki imprisoned and enemies abroad, he took the time to seek out the goddess of fidelity. It wouldn’t hurt to check in…
…and it seemed lucky that he had. Sigyn was surrounded by baleful-looking dogs. They didn’t look like any mortal breed, and in any case ordinary curs would not have managed to bring Sigyn to bay.
At the moment, they were not attacking, but raised hackles and wrinkled muzzles showed it was a definite possibility in the near future. Christopher landed beside Sigyn, dropping fast enough that he almost seemed to appear out of nowhere before the startled beasts.
He meant to offer her a way out, and then use his speed and flight to escape the hounds. It would have been quicker to simply snatch her up, but that would have been unwise when dealing with a goddess. The hounds, though, were primed to attack if provoked, and his arrival set them off. Christopher had no sooner said Sigyn’s name than the nearest dog leapt, and the whole pack bayed with hellish bloodlust.
Christopher knew an instant of fear; just what had he gotten into now? But even as his spine turned to ice he was moving, too fast for any human to follow, speed born of dread perhaps swifter than even Asgardian expectations. The first snarling hound met his fist in mid-charge, and fell flat, stunned.
So they were vulnerable, not magically-protected. Stronger and faster and harder to hurt than any Earth-born dog, but not immortal. Now instead of fear, it was anger that fired Christopher’s powers. Who dared throw Sigyn to the hounds, and her unborn sons with her? Furious, he caught the next hound by the scruff and flung it into the bounding throng, knocking over several of its packmates.
He was doing his best to keep any of them from getting close enough to Sigyn to harm her, but there were a lot of hounds, and they didn’t go down easily.
The fair haired goddess stood unnaturally still amidst the pack of Hell Hounds. Her eyes were closed. Her breathing was even. There was no point for her to throw herself into a fight in which her chances of surviving were slim at best. She could handle one, two or three Hell Hounds at once. She was Asgardian, after all, but not a few dozens. So she decided to bid her time. She had to be patient for the time being. A characteristic she had come to appreciate in the last couple of centuries. That thought brought a small smile to her lips, despite the dire situation.
Suddenly something else caught her attention and Sigyn slowly opened his eyes, but not really looking anywhere in particular. She could feel something, no, someone approaching. Fast.
Not a second later and Christopher stood beside her, causing her to smile in earnest and from the bottom of her heart. There was no time for them to exchange any kind of pleasantries, for his arrival set off the Hell Hounds. What precious little restraint they still possessed was cast away and they attacked. Before Sigyn had any time to react and defend herself, Christopher had already stepped in and threw one of the beasts right back at the pack behind it.
But it did little in stopping the remaining beasts from advancing on the couple. There was no helping it. They had to flee.
Without hesitating, Sigyn reached for Christopher’s arm. Her grasp was firm. “We have to go. Now.”
At the same time two dozens of illusions of the both of them appeared out of nowhere, a weak distraction at best but it should give them enough time to put a safe distance between them and the Hounds.
Whoa, hey guys! So, in honor of the one year anniversary and milestone I’ve just hit on this blog, I wanted to do something nice for you guys.
I’m a master fail at mailing stuff out thanks to my work schedule and I’m no whiz at Photoshop, but I can do a couple of things for you folks.
Here goes!
FIRST PRIZE ( One winner ):
a fic/drabble (2000 words or longer) in the subject of your choosing (fandom, character, etc)
an in-depth promotion of your blog— a detailed breakdown of character and writing style (aka why you’re awesome and people should follow you with a crudely made graphic by yours truly) to be reblogged once a week for a month
a fanmix for a character/OTP of your choosing
SECOND PRIZE ( Two winners )
a fic/drabble of your choice
in depth promotional of your blog to be reblogged once a week for a month
THIRD PRIZE ( Five winners )
in-depth promotional of your blog to be reblogged once a week for a month
RULES
must be following me ( it doesn’t matter if you’re a new follower or an old one )
the giveaway will end on January 5 at 11 p.m. CST
must be an rp blog
you may reblog and like as many times as you like, but please don’t spam your followers
no sideblogs, please
