Hello fellow Sifki shippers! It’s time to celebrate our favorite space vikings - Sifki Week 2025 is here!
How does it work? Each day of the week will come with two general prompts to give you inspiration for your work. You can follow the prompt(s) 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. We want to see as much new fan work in the fandom as possible, so don’t feel limited. The schedule for this year’s celebration is as follows:
Day 1 (Sunday July 20th) - Burial | Ceremony
Day 2 (Monday July 21st) - Prize | Possess
Day 3 (Tuesday July 22nd) - Dress | Crown
Day 4 (Wednesday July 23rd) - Match | Heat
Day 5 (Thursday July 24th) - Quest |Fantasy
Day 6 (Friday July 25th) - Kneel | Capture
Day 7 (Saturday July 26th) - Green | Red
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 #sifkiweek25 in the first 5 tags (and tag all mature, not work safe 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!
A hush fell over the crowd of warriors as Odin stood from his seat.
"And now, we resurrect an ancient custom," he said, raising his cup in celebration. "After the great wars are fought alongside our brothers of Vanaheim and victory is achieved, we look to further strengthen our alliance. We do so by selecting the fairest, most eligible maiden in Asgard to bed a Vanir suitor of her choosing."
A few hoots and hollers came from the unruly crowd of drunken soldiers, but Odin once again lifted a hand to silence them.
"This year, breaking ever so slightly with tradition, I bestow this great honor upon the warrior shield maiden, Lady Sif. Beautiful as she is fierce. Strong as she is brave. A fine match for any warrior."
Sif shifted uncomfortably in her seat, yet forced a dutiful smile. She was well aware of the archaic tradition, but the so-called "honor" usually went to some helpless maiden in the kingdom who found genuine joy and mirth in the occasion. For some it meant securing land, wealth, or any number of riches to bring home to their loved ones. It was a spectacle - one not meant at all for her.
"Surely he jests," Loki whispered to Thor, laughing as he pushed the food around his plate.
"By the evening's end, she will choose the worthiest among you," Odin continued, his voice reverberating loudly off of the high stone walls. "So present your gifts, your talents, what you have to offer her. And may the finest warrior win."
Goblets of mead slammed rhythmically onto the long tables and cheers erupted at the Allfather's challenge.
"It seems unlikely, brother," Thor replied solemnly, well aware of the feelings Loki had secretly harbored for her for years.
Loki's face fell and his eyes flickered to Sif's in panic. He was surprised to find that her gaze had fallen upon his, her expression stoic, in true shield maiden form. But he knew her, far better than most. And she was not pleased.
Loki gave her a small nod and looked away.
"I cannot bear witness to this," he said angrily, abruptly standing to take his leave.
"Brother -," Thor said, gesturing for him to have a seat, but it was no use. He watched Loki storm out of the great hall, unbeknownst to anyone else.
Except for Sif.
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The evening went as expected. Sif was certain that every bumbling, drunken cretin in the nine realms was present, shamelessly vying for her honor. She felt desperate for a way out of the grueling situation, silently praying for some sort of miracle.
Suddenly, a hooded stranger entered the hall. His initial presence evaded most except for Sif, who had been watching the exit for a short while, dreaming of an escape. She watched curiously as he forced his way through the crowd, not stopping until he reached her.
He pushed off his hood and slowly dropped to one knee, bowing his head. He was handsome, well-built, with light brown hair and deep blue eyes. She couldn't place why, but his presence immediately put her at ease.
"My lady. I do not have the riches you may seek, the gifts you so deserve, but I will offer you that which others have not."
"Who are you?" Sif asked, thoroughly intrigued by the man.
"A simple warrior of Vanaheim. One who has admired you for many years," he continued, ignoring the growing riff raff around him
"And what do you offer her, stranger?" Volstagg boomed, eyeing the man suspiciously.
"The freedom to say no," he said, his eyes finally reaching hers. "For she is not a prize to be given at will."
"You dare insult tradition? The commands of the Allfather?" one warrior asked, taking a small step towards him.
"The tradition is antiquated," the man spoke plainly, unshaken, his eyes not leaving Sif's. "No woman in the nine realms should be forced to bed."
Odin shifted in his seat, but did not appear offended. The warriors piped up again in anger. Sif smiled to herself.
"If you will have me, I will come to your chambers. Should you turn me away then, I will ask no questions, bear no ill will. For the choice is yours alone."
Sif's breath caught in her throat as he gave her a small, familiar nod.
Something in her stirred. She knew that look.
"Then come to me tonight," she said quickly, her eyes boring into his. "Not as a stranger, but as yourself."
The man smirked, her choice of words not escaping him.
She instinctively reached down to grab hold of his hand and he brought the back of hers to his lips, squeezing her fingers gently as he did so. She squeezed his back.
"Then it is settled. The lady has made her choice," Odin clapped, much to the chagrin of the crowd. "May the alliance between our great realms continue to strengthen - and may we all revel in the remainder of this auspicious evening!"
The drunken warriors cheered at the Allfather's words, already forgetting their most profound defeat to date.
No one noticed Thor grinning into his mead.
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Under the cover of night, a quiet knock came upon Sif's bedchamber.
"Good evening," the man said as she opened her door, removing his hood as he bowed reverently.
"Good evening," Sif replied, curtsying in return. "You may enter."
The man walked in to the sacred space, trying hard not to notice the low cut frock she wore or the way it accentuated every perfect curve of her body. She gestured for him to sit before the fireplace, fetching a decanter and pouring a cup of wine.
"What you did for me this evening was most honorable," she said gratefully, handing him the chalice. "But I must confess, my heart belongs to another."
"Pray tell," he replied hesitantly, taking a long swig. "Who in the nine realms is fortunate enough to hold your favor?"
"A prince," she replied, taking a seat in the armchair opposite him. "A handsome, stubborn, conceited, arrogant prince."
The man swallowed, staring into the fire, her confession sobering.
"Thor."
Sif laughed, a little too loudly. "Not Thor."
He slowly looked over at her, his expression bewildered. Surely, she could not mean it.
"Show yourself," she said plainly, placing her wine down on the table beside her chair, their eyes locked.
"My apologies," he whispered, tearing his gaze away from hers . "I know not what you speak of."
"Show yourself," she repeated, rising from her seat to stand before his chair.
"Perhaps you would prefer this form," he said after a long pause, knowing full well the gig was up now, if he didn't before.
"I assure you, I would not," she demanded one last time, reaching for his hand. "Show yourself. And you will have me. All of me."
The man took her hand and rose from his seat, promptly dropping his guise. Where the stranger once was now stood handsome, stubborn, conceited, arrogant prince Loki.
Her savior.
The moment he appeared before her, Sif smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, crashing her lips into his.
"You are a fool," she laughed in between kisses, her heart pounding at the feel of his lips upon hers. "And yet, I owe you everything."
"You are beautiful," he whispered, pushing a stray hair from her eyes, returning her kisses with fervor and disbelief. "And you owe me nothing. The choice is yours."
She broke away from him momentarily, letting her dress casually fall to the floor on her way to her bed. Loki watched the goddess before him in the glow of the firelight, wondering how he found himself in such a reverie.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Loki,” she warned, “you’re making this very complicated.”
“That’s the idea,” he said, his voice velvet-smooth. And indeed, it was much simpler when he was an arrogant nuisance and she was his reluctant keeper. He curled his fingers slightly and asked again. “Please. Dance with me,”
“You really are trouble,” she said softly and accepted his hand. She allowed herself to be pulled to her feet.
“I get that a lot,” he leaned in, and pulled her closer. “Hence the need for a babysitter.”
Sif agreed to marry Loki so that he could become crown prince. So why is he less friendly to her now that she is his wife than he was when they were simply comrades in arms?
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thor (Movies)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Loki/Sif (Marvel)
Characters: Loki (Marvel), Sif (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Frigga
Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Asgard, Secret Relationship, Jealousy, mentions of previous Loki/other, Sibling Rivalry, Álfheimr | Alfheim, Eventual Tragic Ending, Romance
Series: Part 37 of Worlds of Chaos
Summary:
Long ago, Loki and Sif courted in secret, safe from the jealous eyes of the court and the Einherjar, but in silence, shadows can grow.
A.N. This is the first part of a multi-chapter fic set inside the series “Worlds of Chaos,” but you don’t need to read the earlier fics to understand this one. The author’s note in the fic explains it more clearly.
by violetswrites
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: Thor (Movies)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Loki/Sif (Marvel), Sif & Axl
Characters: Sif (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Axl Heimdallson, Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel)
I was browsing through my Sifki album (yes, yes, I have one) when I stumbled across this video. I do not remember creating this, nor sharing it in any other platform. I do not even recall the song title, nor the singer (LOL!) but based on how it was done, it looks like a completed project.
Not that I'm complaining, though 😅
I guess I can submit this as Day 7 entry for @sifkiweek ? 🤭
P.S. I do not own the song, nor the clips in this video (of course you already know that) 😜
As we come to end of Sifki Week we'd like to take a moment to thank everyone who participated. Whether you made a creative contribution, left a comment, or reblogged a post - we appreciate you! This ship is small and we cherish everyone aboard.
We hope everyone is inspired to keep the creativity flowing. Just because we've technically reached the end date doesn't mean we'll stop posting! Feel free to continue to post any works you have in the coming days - tag us or drop a comment so we can continue to share any late works.
And don't forget to follow @mischiefandmistletoe for updates on this year's upcoming holiday exchange.
