Thunder and Swords//Closed
Sif sat outside the palace in a wall that overlooked the courtyard. Asgard was beautiful at night. The fire from the torches that lined the streets bathed everything in a golden glow. Her ears perked when she headed footsteps and her head turned to see who was approaching. “Good evening, Thor. How kind you are to grace me with your presence,” the warrior teased her old friend
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