Lady of Blades

#off the battlefield #takingdownshield

takingdownshield:

All I want to do is wash your clothes I don’t want to keep you indoors There is nothing for you to do But keep me making love to you Love to you, ooohooo Love to you

Steve had since found and was dancing around with a comb that had been left laying loose, and was using it as a ‘microphone.’ His hideous red socks slid around on the floor, his body quickly following, until he finally turned around. Seeing the Asguardian warrior, he stopped mid-lyric, his cheeks quickly turning the shade of his dyed socks.

“H-Hi-”He stopped his mumbled speech long enough to speed walk back to his iPod and stop the music.

And I can tell by the way you walk that walk And I can hear by the way you talk that talk And I can know by the way you treat your girl That I could give you all the loving in the whole wide wor-

“Hi, Sif. Uhm. Thor left about an hour ago…”

“Lady Sif,” she corrected, pushing away from the doorjam where she had carefully leaned her weight to watch. “I’m aware. It seems he was in a hurry--” She cut off as if she wasn’t finished, but left it like that, knowing full-well that some things were left unsaid.

With the sweep of her hand, she gestured at him, indicating his music player. “Do you sing often?” For what it was, it was an attempt at neutral conversation, away from subjects she would rather avoid. “Forgive me, you recognize me, but we have never been introduced. I would have your name.”

#takingdownshield #music

takingdownshield:

warriorxgoddess said:

[S’s are hard.]

Apparently! I’d forgotten what this was like. Her b’s and e’s have improved a lot, but her s’s still need work.

It’s harder to be 5 than people think. :)

And, yes, I couldn’t resist. Awkward meetings are the best.

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Music // Open RP

#takingdownshield #music #i'm just going to slip in here...

takingdownshield:

Upon realizing he was (at least mostly) alone in the Avengers new base, Steve fetched his iPod. Dressed only in sweat pants and socks, he slid across the floor to the nearest port he could find. Plugging it into the wall, he turned on his Pandora (dear god how he’d fallen in love with this app), and cranked up the music as loud as he could.

The soft, pleasing sounds of a piano, drum set, couple of horns, stand up bass and a guitar filled the base.

I don’t want you to be no slave I don’t want you to work all day But I want you to be true And I just wanna make love to you Love to you, ooohooo Love to you

Her timing had been terrible, making what was supposed to be a short, quick visit to Midgard into something much more drawn out, and if you could believe it, awkward. Sif had arrived just as Thor was departing, her friend slipping away quickly once her reason for visiting was identified as less than urgent. Apparently he was late already, Jane awaited.

He did, however, give her permission to wait for him inside. A building she found to be too quiet, and, if not empty, almost so.

With nothing better to do, she wandered, explored carefully, mindful of what her strength might do to the fixtures and furniture, and, turning a corner, was met by the singing voice of a man who could only be one of Thor’s companions. She paused there to listen, a small smile of amusement tugging at her lips at the lyrics and the fact that he was entirely oblivious to her presence.

Chapter 17

asabragxvingthor:

“Oh?” He grinned, “Come here. I don’t think we’ve ever done it in here before.” His eyes fell to her stomach only briefly, setting aside that old discomfort for the time being.

She caught it, but said nothing. It was a test in a way; however, she had no intention of pushing too far. Sif moved toward him and smirked. “A shame really, not to have taken advantage of your position.”

Chapter 17

#asabragxvingthor #the marvel edda #nsfw #ish

asabragxvingthor:

“Hm, well, I don’t know.” He chuckled. “I’m not quite sure how to fix that. How would you like me to try, huh?”

Sif lifted her chin, giving the impression of looking down at him despite his greater height, and smirked, “A good way to start would be with your head between by thighs.”

Chapter 17

asabragxvingthor:

“We must help you get over it, then,” he suggested, grinning. “It just won’t do.”

“Oh? Is that the truth of it?” Her palm shifted, thumb catching on his bottom lip. “Just how do you suggest me do that?”

Chapter 17

asabragxvingthor:

“My only downfall,” he joked, pressing his forehead to hers. “And you know, then, how badly it hurts me to know that you think I might return to her. After your ultimatum?”

“It’s unfair of me.” She met his eyes, cupping his cheek with one palm. “I know it is, but I make plenty of my own mistakes. I jumped to the defensive, old insecurities die hard.”

Chapter 17

asabragxvingthor:

His features softened, “So do I.” Thor whispered, offering her his hand. “I have told you how I am sorry. Do you believe it? I don’t expect you to, honestly. But I pray for it.”

“You cannot know what that apology meant.” She squeezed his hand, stepped closer. “I know you, I know that you would have never said those words unless you meant them.”

Chapter 17

asabragxvingthor:

“And risk you leaving again? Taking my son with you? And our newest child? Nay, I would not have lain with her.”

Sif wasn’t sure how she felt about that answer. “I wish you knew what you meant to me.”

Chapter 17

asabragxvingthor:

When his brow came together this time - a habit formed in recent years - it was with confusion. “I only discovered this today, Sif.”

Sif sighed, smoothed the crease between his brows with her thumb. “Indeed, but you cannot say that you intended to never return to Jarnsaxa’s bed. I speak only of now, at this moment.”

Chapter 17

asabragxvingthor:

“Sif,” He frowned, stepping closer. “If I wanted her back, I would take her. She wouldn’t deny me.”

“But is it that you no longer want her because you are satisfied, or because she carries your nephew’s child. There’s a difference.”

asorti495

song: placebo-blind;

#war and mischief #video

Chapter 17

asabragxvingthor:

“Have I pled? Why do you think that is what I want?” His frown deepened, brow heavy and furrowed.

“No, you care nothing for my pity. You merely wish your mistress back, but I am cruel, husband. Selfish, perhaps, for I have enjoyed having you to myself.”

Chapter 17

asabragxvingthor:

“Know you nothing of the Vanir? For them it’s a crime punishable by death, and one of great shame. She is a child who has seen people in her own family put to death for this, and watched countless others suffer at the hands of it. My mother is Vanir, surely you’ve heard rumors of my father’s infidelity? How slandered his name is in that realm? You were raised to accept it, she was raised to think it meant she was a failure. Perhaps I don’t sympathize as you’d like, but the child will hate him for this and she’s got no where to run.”

“And perhaps you see me as having no pity for her, when it’s really that I have no pity for him. He knew he would hurt her when he went to Jarnsaxa’s bed. He knew that he wasn’t the only one suffering when Asdis failed to get with child, but rather than rally with his wife, support her and allow her to do the same, he sought attentions elsewhere. It is exactly why I can find not the slightest bit of pity for you at this moment either.”

Chapter 17

asabragxvingthor:

“It is just… I did not think he would do such an injustice by that child I wed him to. I feel for her.” Obviously, that wasn’t all he was disappointed in or upset about, but in his minds automatic attempts to cover that he might be affectionate for Jarnsaxa, that stood forthright.

“What injustice is that, Thor? Bedding another woman while wed? Or is it that he got her with child? Asdis is no fool, she surely knows, even if she refuses to see that he’s been spending his time with another. Women are not fools.”

Chapter 17

asabragxvingthor:

“It always stings to lose something that was once yours.” He frowned. “Perhaps I am bitter that it was Forseti. And I am disappointed in him.” His eyes fell, and his mouth was pulled in an involuntary frown.

“Forseti is as much a man as any other. You all have your weaknesses.” Her lips twisted. “Pale haired Jötun women are apparently hard to resist.”