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Interlude

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Thor sucked in a breath at the sound of her voice, and he tried to hide the obviousness of his tears. He’d been thinking too much. And in trying to escape those thoughts, he ended up only making everything so much worse. “I don't…” he clenched his jaw and squeezed his eyes closed. “I tried to escape myself by burrowing further and I… I am a good king. But I am a wretched man.” He admitted, dropping his head. “I try to pretend that these things are trivial but dammit there’s no where for me to go anymore. Everywhere I turn I see my mistakes. My friends… my son… my mistress… my nephew… you… fuck, even Asdis. There is no where that I can glance without seeing my faults, or truths I’ve been trying to avoid… There’s no way anymore.”

This was something she had hoped for, waited on. For Thor to finally see what he had done, what he was doing, but Sif didn’t find as much enjoyment in his realization than she had expected to. No matter his faults, and her own mistakes, she loved him with every fiber of her being. 

She offered him her hands, for when she was hurting, touch always helped her greatly. “No one knows better than I that the past cannot be changed. We can only acknowledge what we’ve done that we’re ashamed of. Accept it, learn from it, and step into the future with the hopes of not repeating those sins. Believe me when I tell you that beating yourself up will only make everything worse. It will eat you alive from the inside out.”

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Chapter 16

It wasn’t often that Thor and Sif both were away from Asgard, and with the opportunity that had arisen to bring them both to Vanaheim, they made a point to visit a few cities, spreading coin and good will to their allies. So, with the conclusion of the ceremony, when Forseti and Asdis departed for Glitner to celebrate their nuptials together, the king and queen of Asgard left the capital as well, climbing into a coach that would carry them a few hours south to one of Vanaheim’s coastal cities. 

Sif settled back into her seat, and situated Ullr more comfortably on her chest where he had promptly fallen asleep with the sway of the coach. “I thought there was a lot of unnecessary pomp surrounding our wedding. That was... I wish Forseti well, but I’m glad it’s finished.”

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“Asgard, the golden realm eternal, home of the gods.”

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“I am not from here, I am not like you.”

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“I would give you anything,

                        but you’d have to take it.”

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The Wedding || Forseti & Ásdís

Though Ásdís’ family was handling most of the arrangements for the wedding, Forseti had found that this close to the actual day, the remaining questions were now being aimed at himself and his betrothed. Questions regarding specific details, color substitutions, for Norns’ sake, flower arrangements, and issues with seating. It was frustrating and irritating, though it shouldn’t be. He had been aware of how this was going to go. 

Of course, it wasn’t really the questions that were bothering him, but his guilty conscience. He’d done nothing wrong. Not legally, not even morally, at least by Æsir standards, but he couldn’t quite banish the sinking feeling in his gut that he was setting Ásdís up for a future she would regret. He cared for her, she was sweet, and strong, and he could easily see her raising his heirs, but the woman he truly wished to marrying, was in another realm, and someone he should have never touched in the first place. 

He shook his head as if he could banish those thoughts so easily. “Has everything finally been finished with your dress?” Forseti asked Ásdís, pushing his empty plate aside. 

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Chapter Fifteen || warriorxgoddess

"How much do we need to bring, anyways?" Thor asked, arms crossed in front of his chest. The maids that had done their laundry had laid out Thor's nicest clothes, as a trip to Vanaheim – the largest of all the realms, with more nobles than Thor was glad to admit – was no time to lounge around in sparring tunics. Sif, of course, had all of her prettiest, most expensive gowns displayed too, as if the both of them didn't want to just stuff them in leather satchels and toss them in the carriage taking their things across the bifrost and through the miles to their place at the palace. But, no, this was for Forseti, and Thor would take every excruciating formality for him, even if it meant pretending like he cared whether he wore the Crimson or the maroon. Several servants had come in to display what the jewelry offered by the greatest Æsir artisans would look like on, and they stood by, waiting for her to choose. warriorxgoddess

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Forseti & Ásdís ||

Ásdís leaned against her betrothed, hand wrapped around his bicep as they walked through the quiet halls. It took her a moment to speak, a gentle smile remaining on her lips. "I'm glad to see you return relatively unscathed." She started, a gentle gaze climbing towards his face. "I grew fiercely worried in the last few months when your letters were so sparse. But I suppose battle was thickest as the end neared, hm?" She was guessing, as she knew nothing of how battles worked, but that's how the stories usually went. The bloodiest battles usually brought about the end. warriorxgoddess