ღ - weaponizedhawk
meme: send ღ for a first kiss between our muses
He was her escort round this mortal realm more often than not. That first time by coincidence; luck of the draw or the Norns rolling their bones. It was choice after; because he was familiar, because he was trustworthy, because she liked the way he ran hands rough from work with bow and arrow through his sandy hair. He’d come with her chasing The Allfather’s errand through The West Indies. This place was like a fever under her skin: the women wore less clothing, the heat made her shirt slick with sweat, it made Clint loosen the buttons at his neck and wrists. It was a wild music that thrummed down into their bones and set the pulse to jumping.
They shared their first kiss in the dark brown shadow of a mahogany tree with the scent of bay rum leaves sharp in the air, the buzzing of insects alighting on their skin. Clint was the first to press his lips to hers ( and there was the sweet-spicy taste of the kayree panha he’d had at lunch ) and Sif was the first to affix her lean hands to his collar, to unbutton the shirt and rest her palm on his bare skin (heated by the sun, pale and sunburnt). And from that moment, things were never quite the same.
