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theladysif

I Feel Numb Most of the Time || (Closed)

sigynofasgard

Sigyn gave a derisive sniff at that. “Ah, to face the All-Father’s ‘justice’? A quick death would probably be kinder. Did you know they were using poisoned arrows to fire upon us as we escaped? That should give you an idea what our fate would be if we were taken back to Asgard.” It was plain truth, so why did she feel a pang of guilt for saying it, as if she had been needlessly cruel? Perhaps it was the way Sif was staring at her with a mixture of emotions that were not at all what Sigyn would have expected from the warrior. It was no secret that Sif disliked Loki and thought Sigyn a fool for loving him, and Sigyn had disdained Sif’s willingness to help Thor even in his most irrational behaviour. So why was Sif now looking at her as if she were a long lost friend suddenly found? “Forgive my surprise, but I would have expected you to be relieved by my death,” she said, more quietly than she intended. “One less ally for the so-hated Trickster. One less untrustworthy wielder of seidr.” Something in Sif’s expression brought back a memory from the depths of Sigyn’s mind, of a time long ago when they had spoken in a garden: talking, joking, and commiserating about what it was like for young women defying the roles expecting of them and remaking their own fates. How different things had been then before anger, resentment, and conflicting loyalties turned friendship into hostility. “Thank you,” she added softly. “But… you must know I cannot let you take him. I was willing to sacrifice my life to free him, and I will risk it again to keep him safe.” Her voice was low but its steadiness confirmed the truth of her words.

theladysif

Suddenly not trusting her trembling legs to keep her up, Sif moved a foot closer to the wall so that she could collapse against it. "Do you honestly think that?" she asked numbly, "That after— after everything, I would be relieved by your death?"

Sif hated weakness. Oh, she hated it; showing weaknesses was the first step to others learning them, which was the first step to people being able to exploit them. So she tried to keep the tremble out of her voice, and wasn't as successful as she hoped.

And now she wanted to retort with something witty and clever, some quip about not caring if Sigyn sacrificed her life, but, well, that was rather a moot attempt now, wasn't it? Instead she just quietly said, "I have no desire to see you dead, Sigyn. None."

theladysif

I Feel Numb Most of the Time || (Closed)

sigynofasgard

Sigyn watched wordlessly as Sif removed a multitude of weapons from about her person and placed them on the floor before her. Even her boots, where Sigyn knew small daggers could have been hidden.

Sigyn had been braced to fight Sif, but she had no idea how to react to this. Her dark green eyes remained fixed warily upon the other goddess, but she slowly lowered the dagger although remaining poised to raise it again in a moment. She opened her mouth intending to say what do you want, or that is not why you sneaked in here, but what came out was,

"I nearly died. Loki saved me. He carried me out of Asgard to safety, made the antidote, and never left my side while I recovered. If not for him, I would be dead." For a moment her eyes flicked away, remembering. "I told him to leave me behind, but he refused."

She took a breath and her gaze hardened as she looked back at the warrior. “Why did you come here? To kill him?”

theladysif

"No," Sif shook her head, still staring numbly at Sigyn. "No. I came to bring him back to Asgard."

You're alive.

Sif had to resist a dozen urges— the urge to cry, the urge to leap forward and hug Sigyn, the urge to simply reach forward and touch her to make sure she was really there.

"I'm glad you're alive," she said after a moment, not sure what else to say and suddenly feeling more grateful towards Loki than she had in many years.

marquiis

Please Help

My name is McCall Madison. I live in Seattle, Washington, I’m a 20 year old FTM transgender, and as of three days ago, I am homeless.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve struggled with my mental health with absolutely no help from qualified professionals and absolutely no empathy from my family. My mother was and still is a major influence in my life and it is only recently that I’ve come to terms with the fact that she has been abusing me for nearly my entire life.

I could go on for hours telling the story of the times I’ve been hard on my luck. I could break down crying here and beg and plead and drown you with pathos. But I’m not the kind of person to go asking for help. I never have been — and, frankly, I’m not sure I know how. For as long as I can remember, I’ve had to take care of myself.

But now, my bank account is frozen because of my really high negative balance. There’s no gas in my tank. My medication for my severe depression, anxiety, and bipolar disorder is empty. I’m suffering physical and psychological withdrawals from my medication. I can’t afford food. I can’t afford the bill I’ll have to pay for storage for all of my things in a month. My car is full of boxes and I’m sleeping on an air mattress in my best friend’s study.

I’m twenty years old and I still wear old clothes from junior high. I eat one small meal a day. I just lost my job because I had to be put into the mental ward of a local hospital because I attempted suicide. I still very frequently think about killing myself. Frankly, I don’t know how I’m going to get by. I don’t even know if I’m going to get by.

Especially without my medications.

So, please. If you can, donate to my paypal and help me get back on my feet. Or, at least, help me get the medications I need to survive.

My paypal email is [email protected] Any amount is appreciated

eveningfarewell-blog

//Hey guys, wanted to reblog here for my best friend/moirail. McCall is a really really great person who’s having (to put it lightly) a rough time right now. If you could donate to him and/or reblog this, I would really appreciate it.

I’m so fucking proud of everything McCall has done and I’m so fucking proud that he’s asking for help when he needs it. So please, help out even if all you can afford to do is reblog this post?

McCall is honestly a great person who really, really deserves more help than he’s gotten before.

So even if you just reblog this, thank you so much!!!

theladysif

//^^Above commentary is from my Cecil roleplay blog. Please reblog this if you can, guys?

#outofswords

My style of roleplaying: idek but i tried

#outofswords

theladysif

I Feel Numb Most of the Time || (Closed)

sigynofasgard

The sound of someone fumbling at the door raised Sigyn’s hackles as it never had when her beloved was on the other side of the door. Hastily she cast a spell rendering herself invisible to normal sight. Thus she waited, making her effort to keep even her breathing near-silent. The door opened and a figure slipped surreptitiously inside, silent as a ghost. In a moment Sigyn identified the intruder, and a shock of fear stabbed through her. This was no mortal thief but rather a being she had once called friend, who was now an enemy more dangerous that any mortal.

Sif.

It was almost certain that Sif’s motives were far more malevolent than any thief, and Sigyn’s mind was already plotting strategies of attack, ways to warn Loki that their hiding place was no longer safe. Sigyn lifted her arm upright and clenched her hand into a fist, and from that fist her magic formed into a dagger not unlike those Loki used, with one great difference- her dagger was of fire rather than ice, a fearsome weapon. She faded into sight, her expression hard as stone and her flame-dagger held ready before her. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t kill you this very moment,” the sorceress snarled.

theladysif

Sif simply stared at her for a moment before slowly removing her precious sword from the soft guitar case she had been storing it in so that it wouldn't draw attention. Slowly, trying to make it evident that she had no plans of attacking her old friend, Sif withdrew every single weapon on her person and laid it on the floor.

The daggers in her boots. The knife tucked into the waistband of her jeans. The tiny, sheathed dagger in her pocket. Even the small stiletto hanging around her neck like a piece of jewelry. After a moment of consideration, she even removed her heavy combat boots and added them to the pile before stepping back away from it.

She tried to form a response to her question and drew nothing. "I thought you were dead," she simply said after a moment, fighting to keep the tremble out of her voice. "They— they said you were dead."

#sigynofasgard #undercontrol

thelastknightofbalder-blog

Send me "Don't chase the rabbit" and your muse will be shown a random memory from my muse's past.

aspecificskillset said: make a new blog maybe? Just turn this into an archive and then use the same url. Get a new crop of followers to interact with. It’s helped me.

//oh, that's a really good idea. i might do that. thank you!

#outofswords

metalshell

YEAAAH! My little commission done for psychoticgirl! *heartssss* *_* Christmas Sifki for everyone!

I had the best time ever working on this, mwaaah! <3

(I’m still taking little commissions, you can inbox me!)

#outofswords #oh this is cute

//fuck now i'm having second thoughts

#outofswords

harfagri

{ 3 Warriors }

harfagri

Despite Sif’s serious tone, Fandral laughed. “More than three,” he answered, still grinning at the other.

theladysif

A hint of a smile starting to creep onto her lips, she nodded seriously. "Then aye," she replied, "I may have skewered a few 'too many'. And yourself?"

ladyofconstancy-deactivated2014

2 Have Come

ladyofconstancy-deactivated2014

Sigyn nodded, “Ah, Sif, yes. Yes, I am. I’ve been meaning to call on you, but I’ve gotten busy of late. Would you care to walk with me?”

theladysif

"I would love to!" Sif smiled, returning her basket to her hand. "I've heard much about you. I often consider Loki a good friend of mine— and of my husband—, and many nights that we've spent awake until dawn drinking and laughing have been filled with tales of your kindness and radiance. He speaks very highly of you."

#ladyofconstancy #ialoneknow