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—— For ＭＡＤ I may be, but I will ｎｅｖｅｒ be ＣＯＮＶＥＮＩＥＮＴ. ℒ𝓪𝓭𝔂 𝓢𝓲𝒇 .

[tanghulus]

Thor + Sif  ♦

[warriorlady]

Unexpected Guests | Sif && Cal

[fearisafourletterword]

“”When you say dog, do you mean dog or of the dog family, mainly it’s fucking ancestor the wolf?” The beast moved forward and Cal let her, didn’t move or step back but let her sniff her leg. Surely, Sif didn’t actually go out and buy, or - hell - just adopt a wolf out of the wild. Actually, that sounded exactly like what she’d do. Shit.

Cal looked from Sif, to her “dog” to Sif again. “You need somewhere to stay for the night and you want it to be here?” She glanced behind her, looking at Sam who was at attention at the scent of a new animal near him. “We can see how they do together.” Cal said, standing aside as she kept an eye on the “dog.” 

“Come on get inside, quick.”

[warriorlady]

“I mean— I mean she’s a dog. Who might just look like a wolf. Or might have a little bit of wolf’s blood in her. You know. No big deal.” And Sif, for all her worth and her usual confidence looked nervous. But Cal was Sif’s best friend— So she tried not to worry over the information she’d revealed to the woman.

Visenya, on the other hand, seemed happy enough. She nudged at Cal’s hand and panted happily, mouth opening to reveal sharp teeth. “I’m sorry, I know this isn’t exactly.. Convenient.” But when Cal moved aside, Sif visibly relaxed some, stepping into the room at the other woman’s ushering.

Visenya had already taken notice of Sam, and was watching him, remaining by Sif’s side as if waiting for permission. “Go on. Say hello— Be nice.” Sif gave the dog a quick scratch behind the ears before she padded off slowly towards Sam, taking it slow, but her tail wagging regardless.

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[merida-darkarrows-blog]

Merida sat on the roof of the train. It was a few hours before the gates opened and people would fill the carnival. For the moment, as the sun slowly started to go down, Merida was happy swinging her legs back and forth from the top of the train and watching it all.

From between the tents and the rides she spotted Sif, well she presumed it was Sif. The new lady and her hadn’t really met yet. But she fought with a sword and that was a big check in Merida’s books. She looked big and strong too, very cool. The red head would have to ask Robin if he had met her yet too.

Then the dog, wolf dog. Merida felt her breath stop shot. Ohh she was beautiful. Looked just like her aunts half wolf dog, Valkyrie, the wolf dog had died years ago from old age. But Merida always adored the she-wolf above all the other wolf hounds in the kennel. This wolf dog was no different, the way she moved by Sif’s side, the grace and intelligence. Before Merida really knew herself, she had jumped down from the train and rolled, her feet moving her without her mind really knowing what was happening. All she knew was that she had to get closer, it had been so long since she had been near a cross and she missed it. Missed running around the highlands on Angus with Valkyrie nipping at his heels. Good times.

Sif’s question floated by her ears and Merida blinked, at last tearing her eyes away from the beautiful dog and back to Sif, who was in turn, like a wolf herself. “You’re dog, wolf type or Tamaskan?” The wolf dog might not be wolf at all, it at last occurred to Merida. Either way she was beautiful. 

Manners Merida. Quickly the Scottish girl shook her head. “I’m Merida by the way, and you’re Sif right?”

[warriorlady]

The younger woman seemed to be very taken with Visenya, something that wasn’t exactly hard to notice as Sif watched the woman nearly look at her dog like she was seeing an old friend. Visenya, still at Sif’s side, was watching Merida with sharp eyes, and after a quiet moment of Sif watching Merida and waiting for the dog’s response to her, Visenya slunk forward towards Merida, circling the girl while she sniffed at her inquisitively.

When Merida questioned her about Visenya’s lineage, Sif froze, hesitant. She wasn’t sure about divulging what she knew, afraid if she told anyone the truth it’d spread, and she’d risk losing Visenya. The dog sensed Sif’s hesitation and paused in her circling to cast Sif a glance. Merida, of course, did not seem to bare any ill will towards Sif, or to Visenya, seemed genuinely interested in her bloodlines.

So Sif relented, albeit nervously. “I’m not entirely certain. She’s said to be a pure Tamaskan, but I think there may be some wolf blood in her. Low to upper low content, possibly. But as there’s no real way to test her, I’m unsure.” She admitted, her hand resting on the pommel of her sword out of habit. “It’s nice to meet you, Merida.” Sif inclined her head in greeting.

[snowsomeday-blog]

Snow had been on her way back from a quick Walmart run for the kitten. His appetite was healthy, the vet said, and she needed more formula for him. With her purse full of formula cans she had been scurrying down the rows of tents back to the train. The kitten was with Leroy and safe, she knew, but she already felt she’d been gone too long.

Then she saw the dog. Walking next to Sif was the most beautiful dog she’d ever seen. Slowly so as not to startle the dog or Sif she approached. Standing there, bag full of milk Snow suddenly felt small next to Sif. Maybe it was because she usually saw the woman on a stool instead of towering over her. “Can I pet your dog? And why haven’t you brought them to the bar to say hi?”

[warriorlady]

Sif smiled at Snow once she realized who it was. Snow worked the bar, and so Sif saw her often, and had never had anything in the form of a bad feeling about her. She was a kind girl. So when she asked if she could pet Visenya— Who’d paused to watch Snow, and now was approaching her, tail wagging, seeking attention, Sif laughed.

“So long as Visenya is alright with it, of course you may.” And it was no doubt the dog was alright with it, considering she was beginning to sniff at Snow, pressing her nose into the woman’s hand. “Ah— I wasn’t sure if she’d be allowed. But so long as I have the go ahead from you, I’m sure you’ll be seeing her nearly as often as you see me.”

[warriorlady]

...Surprise? | Sif && Eilonwy

[sillyxlittlexgirl-blog]

“If its’not a wolf, why does it look like one?” she begged to know, “I know ’m not the sharpest tack at times, but I’know what wolves look like…” the girl couldn’t understand how Sif could regard the creature with such fond calmness. Then again, she figured Sif was also much braver then herself. Even at night, any sound that was alien to the normal settling of the old train woke her in the night with a start.

The offer to put the animal someplace else then their car certainly did sound more appealing then staying up, fearing the creature might try to nibble her arm right off in the middle of the night; but the expression on her roommate’s face made it clear to the girl that she’d put some strange trust within the animal and formed an odd bond that would ache if she did put it away, say with the other exotic and, in Eilonwy’s opinion, dangerous beasts. 

“’m sure ye’di’n’t, but ye’can’t jus’ waltz an animal like that in on someone without even alertin’ them ye’were thinkin’ ab’ut it and jus’ expect it t’be fine, Sif. A warnin would’ah been nice. You di’n’t even tell me you were considerin’ gettin’ an animal, much less tha’ye’were actually goin’ to do it.” perhaps it was due to her nervousness or slight panic or maybe even wisp of anger, but the girl’s already considerably thick accent thickened and her words sped up and merged together. She wasn’t sure if she was angry exactly, but she certainly was at least a little bothered that she hadn’t at least been warned.

[warriorlady]

“It’s just the standard for her breed— Don’t say that, Eilonwy, you aren’t stupid. Quite the opposite, really.” And this was not Sif’s attempt to placate the girl, just what Sif felt was the truth. As she spoke again, her accent nearly seemed to become thicker, words rushing together. Sif took a moment to consider Eilonwy’s words— The accent wasn’t too much of a hurdle, Sif understood what the other meant, and she inclined her head in acknowledgment.

The girl was clearly uncomfortable with the entire situation, and understandably afraid. She was sure that Visenya watching her every move with keen amber eyes wasn’t helping the girl to relax much, either.

“You’re right, I should have said something. And I apologize that I didn’t. I’m not trying to make excuses for myself, I swear that much to you, it’s more of an explanation than anything. This all happened today. I didn’t know I was going to do this until this morning— There wasn’t much planning on my part. I was worried the family looking to give her up was going to take her to the shelter, so I called them to make sure they didn’t, and held onto her for me— And then practice got in the way, and I couldn’t find you when I looked, and I didn’t want to not show up when I told them I would. I didn’t want something bad happening to her if she was taken to a shelter, just because she doesn’t look like most people think dogs look like. But you are right, I did do wrong by you by not coming to you first. And for that I’m sorry. Give me the word and I’ll make arrangements for her to sleep somewhere else.”

[warriorlady]

Sif wandered the carnival grounds idly, taking in the games and rides. It wasn’t quite yet time for things to start up for the night, but people were finishing setting up their stands. Visenya trotted beside Sif, no leash attached to her collar, and the woman didn’t miss the odd looks thrown her way. Someone approached in Sif’s peripheral and she turned to face them. 

“Yes?”

[warriorlady]

...Surprise? | Sif && Eilonwy

[sillyxlittlexgirl-blog]

Hearing the sentiment ‘know that nothing will happen to you, I promise’ wasn’t normally the most comforting phrase to suddenly hear out of the blue when you weren’t sure what was going on; even if she knew Sif probably meant it since the woman had never done her wrong before, but still it almost immediately put Eilonwy onto the defensive, unsure what was gonna come through the door.

A forty foot tall wolf on a leather leash trotted into their tiny car.

Alright, maybe it wasn’t that big, but on a girl as tall as Eilonwy, herself, was it wasn’t exactly a tea cup poodle. The blonde couldn’t hide her expression towards Sif, wondering if she’d actually gone off her rocker because it literally looked like she’d walked a huge, wild wolf into their car as she stood tensely, back pressed up against the wall, “You got a wolf?” she finally questioned, unsure what to do or say, just nervous to move or get too close. She wasn’t exactly use to animals as it was, having never had one herself. Rarely did she ever even get near the carnival’s own animals; now one was infiltrating.

[warriorlady]

She wasn’t very surprised by Eilonwy’s reaction, all things considered, she’d expected that much. The look she shot at Sif was pure disbelief, as if the girl believed Sif had well and truly lost her mind. She almost laughed, but thought better of it, considering this wasn’t exactly the time. Eilonwy was pressed up against the wall, regarding Visenya as if the dog intended to eat her.

“She’s not a wolf, I assure you.” Sif replied in a calming tone, patting Visenya as the dog pressed her nose into Sif’s palm. “Her name is Visenya— She’s not going to harm you. The most she wants to do right now is say hello. I understand, of course, if you’re uncomfortable. I won’t force you. If you’d prefer it, I can see if she’d be able to sleep somewhere else for the time being.” Even if the thought of having to leave Visenya somewhere else during the night saddened Sif, she wouldn’t put her own wishes above Eilonwy’s comfort, as this was just as much her room as it was Sif’s.

“I really am sorry for the.. Suddenness, of all this, Eilonwy. I didn’t intend to spring it on you like this.”

[warriorlady]

...Surprise? | Sif && Eilonwy

[sillyxlittlexgirl-blog]

Eilonwy had tried to wait up for Sif to get back to the car after it was time for lights out, keeping herself entertained with practicing her contact juggling act, but once the wee hours of the morning had rolled around, the blonde opted to go ahead to sleep and hope that her roomie made it home fine, though when she woke up, Sif’s bed was still empty. Strange, but Sif was a grownup, she could stay out if she wanted. Plus, for all Eilonwy knew, the girl might’ve just decided to stay at one of the other’s cars.

Going about her usual routine, the girl showered and dressed and was in the process of putting her makeup on when she she heard Sif’s voice from the door, “Yeh, ’m back in the washroom.” she called back, dropping her blush brush back into her makeup bag to greet her roommate, “Ye’weren’t back when I go’ up, I was startin’ t’worry.” the Welshwoman smiled brightly.

[warriorlady]

“Ah, I’m sorry for that. Didn’t mean to worry you.” Sif smiled through the crack in the door, glancing back at the dog at her heels. “I slept somewhere else last night—” Visenya nudged at Sif’s leg. “Right. Okay. Before I do anything else, know that nothing will happen to you, I promise you that much.”

Sif opened the door all the way and stepped into the room, Visenya following happily. “I got back late last night with her. And I know she looks..” Sif didn’t want to use the word scary, because to her, Visenya didn’t look scary. But to others.. Well. “Frightening, I suppose. And I knew bringing her back here during the night wasn’t a good decision.” Visenya was busy tugging at the leash, moving to sniff around, trying to trot over to Eilonwy to greet her, tail wagging. “Sit.” Sif called, and Visenya obeyed, plopping down where she stood.

[warriorlady]

...Surprise? | Sif && Eilonwy

Sif and Visenya had, thankfully, spent the night with Cal. It had been so late into the night when Sif had returned to the carnival with the dog that she didn’t think going back to her own room was a good idea, for the sake of her roommate, Eilonwy. The girl was sweet, no doubt about that, but Sif had also noticed the girl could be very.. Skittish. And it seemed the younger girl was even more so during the night. So, Sif had decided it would be better to introduce her to Visenya during the day.

Which was exactly where Sif was headed, Visenya keeping pace beside her on a leather leash. Sif reached down to pat the dog’s head as they got to the right car. “I know you’ll be good. Just try not to jump on her, please.” Sif whispered, before cracking the door a smidge, trying to keep Visenya from shoving her snout through the crack.

“Eilonwy? Are you still here?”

[warriorlady]

❝ I am a dire wolf, prey-stalking, lethal prowler. . . ❞ 1 / ?

Visenya is Sif's newly acquired companion. She resembles a wolf and is thought to be a Tamaskan dog, a breed that is bred with the intention of producing dogs that resemble wolves, but without any wolf content. However it isn't entirely clear whether or not Visenya has wolf content in her, and it's not easy to determine so through tests, as normal vets have no more experience on identifying wolfdogs than an every day person does. That being said, it's also entirely possible that she's just a mashup of various different northern breeds. Sif took her from a family who had posted around the town the carnival is currently in, about how they could no longer take proper care of her, and were looking for someone who would be able to give her a good home.

[warriorlady]

Unexpected Guests | Sif && Cal

[fearisafourletterword]

Cal’s graveyard shift was finally over and she considered the need for Help Wanted signs as she changed into a pair of shorts. It was too hot for anything besides them and a sports bra so oh fucking well. 

Sam was just happy to be off his leash, jumping on her bed and rubbing his face on her mattress. Should he probably be in a kennel? Yes. Does she enforce that? …No. Interestingly enough, he was a damn goofball without his leash, but on the job he was a good boy - putting the fear of God into anyone who so much as looked at him or Cal the wrong way. What a good boy. 

Sam had his head on her stomach while she played her DS when she heard the knock and the very obviously I-did-something tone that was common for Sif. 

“Hold on, I’m comin’,” she called so Sif wouldn’t do something ridiculous like break the door down. Whatever Sif had done couldn’t be anything that she hadn’t done before so that’s what cal was prepared for. 

Not the goddamn wolf standing right next to Sif. 

“What the hell is that?”

[warriorlady]

Sif visibly relaxed when she heard Calhoun answer from the other side of the door, glad she was still awake. Sif didn’t know what else to do, and Cal was the first person she thought of, naturally. Still, Sif looked nearly offended when Cal questioned her, shifting her weight and leaning against the door frame.

“She is a dog.” Sif answered, and scratched behind her companion’s ears lovingly. The dog responded with a wag of her tail, looking back at Sif, before looking to Cal. She moved forward to sniff at Cal, and Sif grinned at the other woman. 

“Her name is Visenya. I was going to introduce you to her in the morning, but.. Well, I’m not entirely sure how my roommate would handle waking up and seeing her.” Sif tried not to look too worried as she chewed on her lip. Truthfully, she wasn’t sure how a lot of people would react to seeing her, considering her wolfish appearance, and Sif worried that if Scar received enough complaints, Visenya would be taken from her.

[fearisafourletterword]

“Don’t speak, don’t think, don’t even breathe. There’s a growlithe right there.” 

[warriorlady]

“Cal. Cal. I’ve been tracking this god damn Growlithe all across the carnival grounds.”

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[warriorlady]

Unexpected Guests | Sif && Cal

Sif had disappeared from the carnival grounds as soon as things started to power down, and had only just now returned. It was safe at this time, though, what with most everyone being asleep already. Those who weren’t, well, she hoped they wouldn’t spot her. “Come on.” She murmured softly to her companion as she snuck onto the train, attempting to be as quiet as possible. Sif couldn’t deny the fact that she was anxious, a nervous buzz set into her bones, like a worried hive of bees. When she got to the room she was looking for, she knocked lightly, hoping it’d be enough to catch the attention of the person inside. “Calhoun!” She whispered, pulling the hood of her black jacket down so her face was no longer obscured by shadows. “It’s me. I need you to open the door, quietly, please. It’s important.” Sif glanced around her, listening for anyone other than Calhoun, for footsteps in the hall with her.

[warriorlady]

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Enemy Headcanon:

Sif has made countless enemies within her life, but they were mainly only ever sore losers who she’d beaten in a fight, people who were easily forgettable. There is one person who stands out, however.

Loki. Thor’s brother.

There had never been much between them other than bad blood. From a young age they’d never gotten along. They traded harsh words, jabs at each other, and if there was a day where Sif had not gone too far out of her way to threaten him, it must have been a very dull day, indeed. Loki was always up to something— He was tricky, untrustworthy. Sif had never been fooled by his mask or his manipulations. He was rotten through to the bone. Never to be trusted.

Once, when they had been teenagers, and Sif had stayed the night, Loki had cut her hair, shorn it right across with old scissors. She woke to find loose golden strands of hair covering the pillow. She’d never thought she could be so angry in her life, as she worked to even out the horrid jagged cuts in her hair.

Other than Loki, Sif, in some ways, considers her parents to be her enemies. But seeing as how she doesn’t see them anymore, she doesn’t often dwell on the thought of her mother and father.

As for the circus, she does not purposely look to make enemies. Still, things happen,  and Sif’s anger knows no bounds, and her grudges hard to break.