#sifkiweek21

[from-beyond]

@sifkiweek day 2: variant or au?

“It is the job of the TVA to preserve the sacred timeline by preventing nexus events. Such events could be as grandiose as the premature end to a war, or as seemingly insignificant as a kiss that was never supposed to happen...”

[sifkiweek]

Greetings! Did you just see episode 4 of the Loki series and now you’re wanting to dive head first into Loki/Sif content? Boy do we have great news for you!

Sifki Week 2021 is just around the corner! Join us! Our prompts are as follows: 

Day 1 (Sunday July 18th) - Love | Thunder

Day 2 (Monday July 19th)  - Variant | AU

Day 3 (Tuesday July 20th) - Reverse | Regret

Day 4 (Wednesday July 21st) - Party | Pining

Day 5 (Thursday July 22nd) - Trick | Treat

Day 6 (Friday July 23rd) - Fluff | Fix-It Friday

Day 7 (Saturday July 24th) - Family | Free

How does it work? Each day of the week will come along with two general prompt to give you inspiration for your work. You can follow the prompt as loosely or closely, as literal or abstract as you want; prompts are mainly there to give you a starting point to create from. Or you can completely ignore the prompts if you don’t feel particularly inspired but have your own great idea. You can also submit for as many or as few days as you’d like, and creations can be any length or size.

What’s acceptable? Fics, Artwork, Graphics, Manips, Gisfsets, Videos, Playlists, Moodboards, Aesthetics, Headcanons, and pretty much anything else!

To participate, please mention @sifkiweek in your post and tag your work with #sifkiweek21 in the first 5 tags (and tag all nsfw stuff with the appropriate tags). We ask that Loki/Sif be the main pairing for your work. Each day we will reblog the creations, and encourage you to do the same. If you have any questions, feel free to shoot us a message or ask here. Have fun and happy creating!

[intensitystoner]

Quick scribble for @sifkiweek​

Day 1 - Thunder

~850 words (kind of angsty, I guess)

They bit each other’s lips raw. With the strength of cast-aside fears, the flood of a broken dam, the senseless hurry to stock away as much as possible for the upcoming drought. He’d have ran his teeth along her jawline even if she had been pushing him away; but she dragged him in instead, with her grasp in his hair, with her gaping mouth over his ear, with her weight pulling them backwards, until she hit a table and they almost stumbled. If they had, papers would have crumpled and books might have fallen off, while some would have remained to be covered by her back, pressing uncomfortably and unheeded through the thin leather of her daytime clothes. The lantern would have been cast aside risking a fire, and her legs would have wound around his bent form, craving for any layers between them to disappear. He might have indulged in the curve of her neck, while she’d have bitten his earlobe. In that case, she’d have figured out from the melody of his exhale how close she was to his weakest spot. And he’d have rewarded her, as she smirked through her teeth and didn’t let go, with his long fingers deliciously dipping into her bare hips, although she wouldn’t have remembered when he had finagled his way under her clothes.

The possibility flew them by as they breathed from each other’s mouths in a motionless hold of hair and clothes, digesting the occurrence in their respective, private stun. What this meant, mostly in retrospect, welled up in their intertwining looks.

"One day," he breathed as he beheld the dark behind her pupils. "What an impressive length to go."

"You never said a word," she whispered.

"I never knew I could."

"You never even tried-"

There it was, the moment when it hit for real, and she was now pushing at his chest with a mix of start and resentment.

And he obeyed, without an answer on his tongue, though plenty in the teal of his eyes. Like the sunlit oceans, she had always thought – now tinted with an emerald depth. Unlike at any other times of his mischiefs, he backed up at the first prompt.

She didn't expect him to be this lenient. Or rather, she didn't expect to panic over the loss of the accidentally gained moment. She had no time to prepare for any of this, really, their meeting in the library wing was merely for some papers she intended to get for Thor.

Thor, who was now her husband, their bond sealed a mere day ago. Her choice meant the end of a lengthy wait (a pretended dilemma), a closure to the implausible daydreams that the subject of her basest desires would someday start caring for her charms.

Unbeknownst to her, he already did, only their attraction had been shyly hid behind spars, verbal and physical. Loki had always been a mystery to the world – one of the traits that thrilled her. He was always on a tad calmer behaviour around her than in public, which she had grown to indulge in without her initial vain tries to understand. But he was also guarded in a subtle way, she had always known that, and yet she wouldn't have dared believe the possibility–

Thus, she had settled with growing out of the wait – wrongly so, as it occurred on this rueful day, while the distance grew between them once again.

"I can't honestly say I'm sorry for losing my composure, in spite of the misfortunate delay," he uttered huskily; "but I will respect your choice further on, because your honour is your clearest merit, and a part of you for me to marvel at."

She nodded faintly through the dismay in her gullet, watching his hand reach for the collected pile of parchments, shuffle through them with an impeccable spine, nothing but a soundless exhale and his telltale eyes (even cast down like this) remembering the stray moment.

She took the selected paper wordlessly, both of their looks on the exchanged item, bent on sticking to the present, pretending not to flush, keeping dry as grown-ups did. Forgetting politely, mutually.

She got halfway across the chamber when the flooding regret spun her around, and she all but crashed into the prince already headed for her. Their mouths collided, her arms with the paper around his neck: she wouldn't let him slip away this time. But neither would he, with his hold around her waist, their forms fitting fluently as sin. Because that's what they were: agents of theft. Secret, unwanted, forbidden. Possibly dead if ever discovered, or injured heavily, through the rashness of the discoverer they both loved and had just turned their backs on.

"It'll be a painful tryst," he muttered into her hair, though there wasn't a question in it anymore.

"I know," her lips worded faintly while wandering over his smooth jawline.

It hurt many, the two of them included. But Fate had turned: had there been any other path, she'd only have walked it if he'd have come along.

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Insp.~ 🎵

[psychoticgirl]

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Written for @sifkiweek 2021 Day Four prompt of Pining.

Loki has a bit of a praise kink.

[poohkeepsee]

Day 2: Variant or AU for @sifkiweek​

AU where Loki is a professional hairdresser lol

[eienvine]

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Thor (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Loki/Sif (Marvel) Characters: Loki (Marvel), Sif (Marvel) Additional Tags: Sifki Week 2021, Pre-Thor Summary:

Seven ways (most of them bad) to respond when you have cut someone's hair off as a prank and she is furious with you.

My late contribution to @sifkiweek 2021.

[onwingsofstardust]

Sifiki Week Day 2: Variant | AU

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[drmels]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Thor (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Loki/Sif (Marvel) Characters: Loki (Marvel), Sif (Marvel) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Domestic Series: Part 1 of sifki week 2021, Part 2 of shrike Summary:

It’s a loud clap of thunder that jolts Loki from a deep sleep.