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Power and Consequence

Loki hugged her, and then laughed softly. “Stoking my ego helps.” He said and nuzzled her neck. “The difference is, I grew into this seidr and it didn’t reach even close to this level until I was an adolescent. She doesn’t have the maturity….but you’re right. Mother raised me, so she should be able to handle her granddaughter.” He closed his eyes and took solace in her proximity. Thor wasn’t his father. He wouldn’t just banish his niece because he was afraid of her. He had to believe that, no matter how hard it was. ragnaroksherald

“I’m fairly certain that there is nothing that Frigga can’t handle.” Sif smiled and combed her fingers through the ends of his hair, holding back a laugh. “Just think on it, Eira will be a sorceress to bring Karnilla to her knees in fear, and all she’ll ask in return is a cookie.” She was teasing, of course, but the picture in her mind of the tiny little blonde girl standing in front of the Nornheim Queen’s prone form amused her no end.

Yet, it was a serious subject, and she sobered a bit, “Things happen for a reason. You and Ullr have been fighting the rifts for years and making no headway. Mayhaps it’s Eira who will come into her own and help put an end to the threat.”

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Darcy didn’t react when she felt fingers in her hair, her eyes trained upon Sif’s toes, painting them a lovely shade of Arterial Spray. She grabbed some popcorn and munched on it while painting. They were watching a movie that Darcy liked on some space age TV on Asgard. “I know how excited you get when that wrestling bit comes up. You might be petting my hair now, just don’t go pulling on it later when that dude loses.”

Sif peered over Darcy's shoulder at the screen before ascertaining that the fight hadn't begun yet, and looked at her half-painted toenails instead, snorting softly. "It's hard not to get riled up. He's supposed to be a professional soldier, and he falls for one the most basic feints. It's insulting."

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torrentialthunder, makerofmischief

Sif sat, clearly bored upon the throne, cradling her chin in the palm of her hand as she listened to the third complaint in as many hours about the Jötnar who had come to Asgard for the Yule celebration that was about to be underway. It was only a handful, and thus far they hadn't even been out wandering around the city, but the general reaction to hearing about them was the same.

"They are honored guests. If you cannot find it possible to welcome them, then I'm afraid that I cannot find it possible to welcome you." The threat in her voice was clear, and before he could respond, another voice cut him off.

"Eira!"

Sif sat up as her toddler came barreling through the crowd, a giant cookie in each hand, and the biggest, chocolate-covered grin imaginable. Her nurse came close behind, but the little blonde girl was already climbing the dais. Sif rose, her tunic clinging to the growing bump that was to be Eira's half-sibling, and met her daughter halfway down, scooping her into her arms.

"Such the little trouble maker." She laughed, making her way down to meet the nurse. "Where did you get those, hmmm?"

"I told her that she could have one, my Queen, but these are two and three."

Sif gave the little girl a stern look. "Maybe we should take these two to your father and uncle. What do you think?"

"Mama!" Eira protested, and Sif shook her head as she walked past the complaining merchant.

"You've had enough." She said sternly and went in search of her men.

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Beyond the Rift

Following his father's instruction, Ullr had stepped in now that the web was cast. It had almost become habit, needing only the slightest of nods from Loki for him to know that it was time for him to join in and infuse his own seidr into the task. Pushing his seidr into the rift, he could feel the temperature drop around him. They would soon have this one closed, but it was almost a fruitless pursuit as it would only be replaced by another one, perhaps two if their luck was particularly bad.

Then something went wrong. He sensed it before it happened, but with his attention so focused on pulling the edges of the tear back together, he didn't have time to really notice. Something snapped, heard as well as felt, and he could feel his control on his seidr slip as the world was lost in a bright explosion of color. He stumbled, his hands hitting damp soil, and he realized they were no longer standing in a Midgardian city.

Cracking his eyes open, he squinted at the glare, and pressed his hand to his temple for the headache the whole ordeal had caused, then slowly rose to his feet, looking around. They were standing in the middle of an unfamiliar wood, the rift nowhere to be seen.

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Sif's brows rose as she watched the sleazy mortal feel Darcy up, knowing that she would not have appreciated it at all if she were a bit more sober, and even in this state, would likely be responding negatively. She moved across the bar, not even bothering to speak to him before she gripped him by the back of the neck and slammed his face against the bar counter. "I suggest you leave, in all haste." She hissed in his ear.

Darcy batted the hand that was on her person away from her, turning to look at whom the hand was attached to. She had opened her mouth to give touchy mctoucherson a sound tongue lashing. And not the fun kind either when Sif came over and slammed his head against the counter.

Was it wrong to cheer? Eh, maybe, not that it really stopped her from doing so anyway. Drunk cheers for the win.

Laughing as the drunk sleaze nearly wet himself and tried getting away, with Sif still holding his head against the counter. “Sif, you’re….really awesome.” Grinning from ear to ear at the woman.

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Oh this was a scene that could end up poorly. Natasha watched the man hit on the brunette with increasing persistence, despite her obvious disinterest and intoxication. Nat cut across the floor and interjected herself between her and the man and smiled warmly. "Sorry I'm late, love." She leaned forward, kissing her cheek. "I got caught up in traffic." She glanced over her shoulder at the man. "Is he bothering you?"

Darcy groaned as Mr. Slob kept at her, openly groaned in a ‘you’re annoying leave me alone’ way. Guy didn’t get the hint. She was just drunk enough to still have some control, but if this guy tried something anything she did to defend herself would most likely be easily deflected.

Blinking as a women walked up to them and kissed her on the cheek. It took her a moment for her brain to catch up to what was happening. Smiling back at the woman, she leaned against her and rested her head against the womans shoulder. “M’jus happy you made it.”

Blue eyes flicked to the flustered or annoyed man behind Natasha, Darcy wasn’t really sure any more. “No any more~” An arm wrapped around the woman’s waist for a hug. The man made a disgusted noise and stormed off, muttering something that she didn’t catch. Pulling back slightly she smiled to her mystery woman. “Thanks for the assist.” She didn’t bring her taser with her when she drank normally, she didn’t want to get plastered and accidentally tase someone. But she was changing that, and soon.

#romanoffnotromanova #rift verse