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Sif would fight anyone who threatens him.

gotta fight most of the Æsir tbh. Thor, Odin, etc. honestly tho Loki would be very flattered by this sympathy. he needs all the friends he can get

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@shieldmaiden-of-asgard

How he despises being on the wrong end of Sif’s temper, but truthfully, he brings it on himself and knows it. Her strike is just as hard as his deserving of it. It causes a sharp blast of disorienting pain and he stumbles few paces back to keep himself on his feet. Blinking, it takes a few seconds to regain clarity for his eyesight so he can meet Sif gaze with a feigned apathy in an attempt to preserve his dignity (once the shock is worn from his face – it’s been years since she’s struck him outside the training yards). 

“I thought you had broken out of this habit,” he replies blithely, refusing to admit he’s hurt. 

[agentharrisonofshield-a]

@shieldmaiden-of-asgard

At some point in the last hour or so, she vaguely remembered thinking that maybe the drinking contest was a mistake.  Vaguely.  It was like a thought from her early childhood, slippery and unstable.

Right now, all she knew is she loved Sif.  Sif was the best.  

“Okay so tell me again about Thor hitting himself in the face!”  

[agentharrisonofshield-a]

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Send “👨‍👩‍👧‍👦” for one of my muse’s memories with their parents@shieldmaiden-of-asgard

It’s warm, far warmer than home, and she’s wearing a t-shirt with Minnie emblazoned on it.  The brim of her red polka dot hat keeps the sun out of her eyes, while its giant round ears and shiny bow pay homage to her location.  Today she’s at EPCOT with her parents.  They’d ridden Spaceship Earth, where she’d clutched at her father in genuine terror, convinced they were going to go upside down in the giant sphere and she’d fall out of the ride.  The three of them had lunch in the perpetual twilight of Mexico.  In China she begged and begged her mother for a pink parasol, and not only did her mother say yes, she had them write Vivian’s name on it in fancy script.  Her mother had bought three fancy chocolate bars in the United Kingdom, and the three of them sat on a bench and ate them before they could melt.  Vivian had decided that United Kingdom chocolate was much better than the American kind.

Vivian spent several minutes of childish delight chasing the dancing water in front of the dual glass pyramids of Imagination, trying to catch it in her hands as it leaped from one place to other.  Other children tried too, but Vivian was smarter than them and noticed the water moved in patterns, and while they ran back and forth, she was carefully positioned, waiting for the water to jump out.  Only once she’d managed to get her hands wet did she let her mother call her over for a photo.  She poses with her hat and her new parasol and her biggest smile.

(They’d go on the ride, after the picture.  She’d drag them back onto the line over and over and over and over again, until one of them - her father she thinks - suggest she checks out the attached Imaginarium rather than running through it to get back on line.  She’d spend the rest of the afternoon there, and when she finally got tired, she’d beg for a stuffed Figment to take back to the hotel with her, and she’d get it.  She’d fall asleep that night clutching him and humming his song.)

(this is a tie in to this drabble)

[agentharrisonofshield-a]

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Food questions for the Muse@shieldmaiden-of-asgard

🍹 - Your favourite drink? Alcoholic and non-alcoholic.

Alcoholic: Whiskey, preferably with whiskey stones instead of ice

Non-alcoholic: tea, of which she has an entire cupboard full of

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@shieldmaiden-of-asgard continued from here. 

“And I thought you were done acting like an idiot child!” Sif snapped, shifting her stance again as she glared at him. “We spent two weeks planning this attack and you left, alone, and nearly got yourself killed! How am I to protect you if you leave me behind?”

He meets her gaze, undaunted by her temper as his own irritation stirs. “You scold me for acting like a child yet treat me like one! I am not an infant, Sif,” he scowls, taking a step closer as if to remind her with his massive form. “I don’t require your constant protection and guard.”

[theblindgodhodr]

♡ ((let's just say ic and ooc))

[harfagri]

{ 4 Warriors }

     "Aye!" Fandral called attention to the other, a smile on his features. "I was about to enjoy a meal. You should join me." He gestured to the seat across from him.