Siggy Bjornsdottir

Independent Semi-Selective Siggy Bjornsdottir from History's Vikings. Daughter of Bjorn Ragnarsson and Thorunn.

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You can now find Siggy 

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Semi Hiatus

I’m going to place Siggy on Semi-Hiatus. She’s been more quiet than usual and other muses are screaming over her.

If I get the muse for threads that are currently active I’ll likely reply to them, but I will not be adding more.

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For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses.

Siggy surprisingly wasn’t frightened when she encountered Hel. In fact, she took to her rather quickly. However, she was a quiet child, and more used to people pushing her away. So, she tried to stay close and merely sat in silence with the goddess when she was permitted.

For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses.

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Bjorn & Thorunn with Siggy

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Little Siggy requested by @laure-demontety

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ironsidess:

@forgottenbairns hit the heart

▓▓☭ Ironside ☭▓▓

A genuine smile pulled across Bjorn’s face as his lifted his six year old daughter, “ Have you missed me, hm? It has only been a few weeks and you have grown like like a weed.” His children brought out a particular side of him, one that many people outside of his family never had a chance to see. “Where is you mama? and Torvi? ” 

“Erik was throwing a fit, and it takes both of them to quiet him now.” Siggy explained, keeping her arms securely around her papa’s shoulders. “Besides, I’m the fastest.” She shrugged, even though Guthrum ran faster than her. All the same she gave him a grin and pressed a kiss into the beard on his cheek.

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xpraell:

@forgottenbairns hit the ♥ for a starter

Tired. That’s all she is. Tired. She’s been laying down for days, trying to ease the feeling but it seems only to make it worse. Margrethe knows what it happening. She understands why the sudden change, but can’t bring herself to tell anyone. Not right now. It was going to make all hell break loose, at least she thought so. But, she knew she had to get up. Knew she had to go back to her normal routine before someone came looking for her. Sitting up, Margrethe took a breath before moving, changing her clothes and making herself move about like normal. She was only off slightly, but it was enough for her to completely run into someone walking around the home. “Oh—…oh, Lady Siggy my…my apologies. I am sorry. I…was not looking where I was going.” she said, bowing her head down as a sign of respect and in apology. “Is…is there anything I can do for you, my lady?”

“No, I’m sorry.” Siggy told her, her brow creasing a little. She didn’t think she would ever get used to the servants bowing to her. She had spent an awful lot of time around the servants; Aslaug had made her their responsibility when her father abandoned her. “You’re...Margrethe, right?” She asked, one of the servants she was closer to had been gossiping about the younger servant. Something about her rolling around with Siggy’s uncles; she didn’t know why she’d want to roll with them. “Is everything alright?” She added with a tilt of her head, “You don’t look so good.”

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vakkertskjold:

“Never…never again,” Þórunn breathes out in a strained whimper after a few minutes of quiet crying. She pulls Siggy into a tight hug and holds her there, as if she might make up for all the time she has missed. She had never considered herself a good mother, or even motherly, but it feels right to have the girl close. It is an unbelievable coincidence that they stumbled across one another; in her hearth though, she knows this is her daughter. 

When she lets go it is only to lead them to her fire where they can sit and dissect things a bit more calmly. “You are so young,” she studies her daughter’s face before sweeping her hair back away from a pair of blue eyes that make her think of Björn. “To be on your own. I am glad you have a cabin for yourself but I am also sorry for it.” 

Her smile is sad and tired as the wolves slowly circle in, sniffing around the stranger. One finally settles, resting it’s head in Þórunn’s lap -the other two still seem hesitant to trust the unfamiliar face just yet. “When you were born…”  Þórunn begins slowly, leaving out a great deal of the story of her birth, “there was no moon in the sky and I told your father it had fallen and it was you. You were my little moon baby. Just as pale and pretty and perfect.”

When Thorunn hugged her, Siggy clung to the woman. She didn’t want to let go. She buried her face against her, inhaling her scent of firewood, sweat and fur. And when she lets go to lead her towards the fire, Siggy keeps her arms loosely around her. She had decided she would not be letting go of her mother again. She was going to keep her at her side.

She let her move her hair to her liking, Siggy’s fingers picking at the woman’s boots between them and the furs about her. Anything to keep a hold or touch on her mother. She smiled at the mention of her birth; she had never been told of it before. Nothing other than that she was named for a woman who saved her uncles. 

“Sometimes Sigurd says I’m wild as a full moon.” She replied softly with another small, unsure smile. She wasn’t used to smiling. Her eyes were still red, but she was no longer sobbing. “I get mad sometimes...”

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theblindtrickster:

     “Siggy?” the boy called. Her fingers in his hair gave away the fact that he had found her - she had to be close by - but when he reached out to “tag” her, he felt the rough bark of the tree trunk. His eyes screwed up tightly as he listened hard. He could hear her breathing, her concealed giggles. But where had she gone? “I will find you!” he chuckled, using the trunk of the tree as a guide as he stepped around its circumference. 

Siggy smiled as she watched him, “Are you sure?” She called down to him as she waited. When the boy was past her branch she sat up, swinging her legs over the side and slid down landing on her feet behind him. Gently she tapped his shoulder and then leaned towards his opposite ear, “Got you.” She whispered and then hopped in front of him.

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ofodinn:

@thenamelessdottir  ❤’d for a Starter

Ragnar was still rather irritated at Ecbert for getting him out of a perfectly heroic death. Now, he was back in Kattegat, and trying to be a father, trying to make sense of what had happened, just so he went West. He was sitting on his porch, after finding a goat to pet, when he spotted Siggy.  He wanted to get to know her better too. He was not blind. He could see that sometimes, people didn’t seem to always pay attention to her, and he was her grandfather. He was trying to be a better man, at least to his family. Calling out to her, he waved her over.

“Do you like goats?” 

Siggy’s brow creased with the question, “I do not...dislike them.” She replied, sounding unsure. It was no every day that the King asked her opinion on goats. She walked towards him, “I don’t like when they chew on my clothes or bite at me...they sort of smell, otherwise they’re fine.” She shrugged and stopped in front of him, “Why?”

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ironsidess:

Bjorn knew that the girl was his responsibility, he had trusted Aslaug to watch over her && he had taken the woman’s word that his daughter was in fact dead due to her neglect. He knew that the guilt was his own to share, but with Siggy’s death came a sort of relief. He could try to forget his love for Þórunn , he could let that part of himself die with their daughter. 

So he could not help the disbelief that washed over him Torvi said that his daughter, Siggy, was still alive. That his daughter had been living in the surrounding forests. He could not fathom it, how did she survive the winter? He approached her quietly, as Torvi had told him. “Siggy.” His voice remained level as he sat in the corner of the bed. “Hello, Siggy.” 

Siggy watched curiously as the man sat down on the bed. Her eyes widened when he spoke her name, she recognized it. She looked back down at the doll in her hands; it was plain but it was more than she had ever had. She babbled in return and held up the doll as if to show him or introduce them. After a moment she pulled the doll back and promptly pushed her into the bed beside her.

“Siggy no.” She snapped at the doll with a pout of a stern look on her face; she was speaking to the doll. She crossed her arms as if to prove her anger and then picked the doll back up, hugging it to her chest. Her yellow dress slipped down her arm off her shoulder; it was small enough to fit but the young girl was thinner than most.

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Dash is reminding me when we joked about Siggy getting her first period and the Ragnarssons 1002% sure she was dying to the point Ubbe finally went to Bjorn to tell him his daughter was dying and he should come say goodbye...and thats when Torvi overheard and facepalmed.