#sigvinr

[gildedruinsarchive]

" wait,  sigyn,  i bet i can do it without using my hands. ”  thor eyes the tequila shot in front of him,  carefully considering ; why can’t he just pick it up?  oh,  only because he’s too busy bouncing narvi in his arms so the baby won’t wake up. “ okay,  watch this ---- ” // @sigvinr​

[faithsforgotten]

“ you know,  it’s been a hundred years but i think i’m still upset with him for finding you first. ”

@sigvinr​

[minigods]

thor & sif’s children have been protected fiercely by their parents ; as so,  these princes & princesses have so very rarely faced hurt of the lasting kind.  thor had vowed not to have children until he was certain they would have the freedom to follow whatever dreams they desired,  so magni cannot imagine how torvi can justify the lengths she is willing to go for security. she is right ---- he does not understand. how could he?  thor & sif have provided a foundation so stable that nothing might crack it. 

and then there’s loki.  he has idolized him practically since he could walk,  has been the first to defend him in every situation. how many pta meetings has thor been dragged to,  each time the triplets’ school had done a unit on new york? but torvi is one of his dearest friends,  and he can no longer ignore the fault lines that run through this family. more than anything,  he wishes he could run to his father,  cry in his mother’s arms until he feels better again ---- but that won’t help torvi. 

so he seeks out sigyn,  hurt,  confused,  angry.  a little bit desperate,  too.  as he stands in front of her,  he looks every bit the child he is,  clad not in loki’s signature green,  but in the blue his own father has taken to wearing.  “ how?  how could you let this happen? ” // @sigvinr​

[trckstrgod]

dew  of  early  morn  hangs  and  drips  from  the  ivy  that  cradles  the  outside  wall  of  the  trickster’s  chamber  balcony.          off  in  the  distance,     the  horizon  line  is  warmed  by  the  slowly  rising  sun.          another  day  has  dawned  in  the  realm  of  the  æsir  and  loki  was  stood,     bare  skinned  with  sleep  tousled  hair  while  he  took  in  the  morning.          for  once,     he  has  naught  a  single  thing  on  his  agenda.          this  day  was  his  for  the  taking.

a  soft  stir  behind  him  takes  his  attention  and  he  turned  his  head  to  look  back  into  the  interior  of  his  rooms.          the  golden  rays  of  the  still  rising  sun  spill  across  the  floor  and  casts  over  the  sheets  and  furs  of  his  bed,     only  to  then  alight  the  bright  locks  of  the  woman  laid  draped  over  them  still  sleeping.          it  was  a  sight  to  behold  : :          like  something  out  of  a  work  of  art.          a  sight  he  never  grew  tired  of.

crossing  the  cool  tile  of  his  floor,     loki  carefully  sat  on  the  bed’s  edge  and  leaned  over  to  let  his  nose  and  lips  press  into  the  locks  on  the  side  of  her  head.          nuzzling  gently  with  a  hum.                  

                        ❛          it’s  first  morning’s  light  my  dear.         ❜

↳   @sigvinr​    /   myth  starter  call.

[isgudinne-moved]

@sigvinr​

                                        SLENDER    DIGITS    FIDGIT    WITH    the    end    of    fishtail    braid    .    crystalline    hues    stared    at    the    water    of    the    one    of    the    many    decorative    fountains    in    the    palace    gardens    .    many    scrolls    and    papers    sat    beside    her    on    carved    stone    bench    .    a    heavy    sigh    came    from    painted    tears    ,    already    exhausted    from    the    first    meeting    with    the    great    aesir    ,    odin    .    she’d    come    as    an    ambassador    from    jotunhiemr    ,    hoping    to    rekindle    forgotten    and    torn    bonds    so    that    a    treaty    could    be    remade    .    she    was    destined    to    help    the    jotnar    flourish    once    more    ----    her    mother    ,    skadi    ,    had    told    her    so    .    luckily    ,    as    a    former    queen    over    a    midgard    kingdom    ,    she    knows    how    the    politics    work    .    .    .    but    being    stared    down    by    the    all-father    ?    intimidating    .

[moltenruins]

‘ i’m sorry that it has to be this way.  he’s an awful man,  and the world will be a better place when he’s dead.  for what it’s worth,  thor and loki adore you.  even i would like you,  if you weren’t gunning for my spot as queen. ’  hela offers her soon-to-be sister-in-law a glass of wine,  one of the oldest and most expensive bottles in asgardia’s cellars,  settling beside her.  thor && loki have left her here as their last line of defense between sigyn && odin,  and she will stand guard happily.  there will be no more unhappiness during this wedding season,  not at the hands of her father. ‘ drink.  forget.  he’ll be gone soon enough,  and you make a far better addition to this family than he ever will. ’

@sigvinr​

[iamdarcylewis]

@sigvinr​ liked for a starter like a million years ago and I’m just writing them.

“Be honest, what’s the weirdest thing you’ve seen here?”

[gedwimora-arc]

" Are you lost ? Kattegat’s just over the next ridge ! You’ll be able to see the boats soon. It’s easy to find once you see the water. ” He calls out in a friendly manner from where he had been lounging with his horse. Only a moment after and he’s on his feet meandering over now that it’s registered how pretty she is. 

HVITSERK: starter for @sigvinr​