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Jaimie Alexander
//I love all of you I just don't have the energy to maintain rn but I am thinking of you 💖
"Merry Yule, Lady Sif."
"Merry Yule to you too, Loki. I hope the celebrations find you well."
"Happy Yule, mama!"
"Happy Yule, darling. I hope it sees you well."
Happy Yule to all! I think I am starting to understand your “Christmas” but don’t think I am swayed. You should try our celebrations.
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Concept Art Thor love and thunder rescue of Lady Sif.
UPDATE
//my rl shit is kinda wrecked now. Sometimes when my mental health spiral goes down i’m actually fine writing, but right now I’m mostly just seeing my therapist more, and trying not to dump on all my friends.
I wanna come back, so if you’re willing to bear with me I’m gonna hang around. I’ll try to pop in a bit as I deal with rl.
// My brother got married then I had to redo my entire resume and portfolio for a DREAM job opening, but I swear I have time again now oh my god brb drafts
"Are you sure you can trust Loki?"
"Oh, I'm quite sure I can't. Don't mistake civility for trust. Thor can see the best in his brother, but I'm going to watch for the knife in our backs."
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SIF & LOKI — A SERIES
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Lady Sif in Thor: Love and Thunder (2022) dir. Taika Waititi
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Loki tensed, readying himself to have to block a strike, although he did not go so far as to raise his arms. The slight widening of his eyes was enough of a flinch to betray the thought. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe she would have been better off in Valhalla with the rest of them, but he couldn’t regret a familiar face. He had hardly slept on his journey here. Behind his eyes lurked things he could not piece between dream and memory. A foot in Hel, a foot in Valhalla, tussling between him, with the Grandmaster yanking him back from either of their clutches. If he could have remembered it, the Snap had been a sweet respite.
He did not recognise the name she gave. The discretion of his travelling had kept him out of the loop and safe from the Godbutcher.
“Gorr? Was this the battle that took your arm?”
She slackened. He didn’t know. How was she to begin to explain any of it? She’d spent near a year hunting Gorr with little to show for it but a wound. He was gone, his mission failed; her aim was a success - but her part in the story wasn’t the one of revelry.
“Yes.”
“Gorr wielded All-Black and had vowed to kill all Gods. I hunted him for months as he worked to achieve his aim. Sometimes I stopped him, or delayed him, sometimes I failed,” she admitted plainly. “I learned his plans, and was annoyance enough that he set a trap for me. I should have died,” Sif raised her false arm and flexed it as best she could. It was capable, for a mortal invention, but not nearly what she needed.
“That blade should have killed me, but I’ve never been precisely normal,” she half shrugged as she lowered her arm. There were a few reasons she could think of that might have given her those few minutes that had allowed Thor to get her to safety. Whatever it had been, she was grateful for it. “Thor came to me in time to ferry me here for healing.”
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Gods, she wanted more. Over on the stairs, Loki felt something like panic swell up inside of him like a fire. Foolishly, perhaps, considering what he was asking her to believe, he had hoped that she would be content with hypotheticals. That she would trust that there was more beneath them that held true… but apparently any trust she’d ever had in him was gone, even despite the trust he’d so plainly professed.
The duplicate leaned against the ledge of a window, gesturing away the comment like swatting away a fly. “I stepped into his place because he wasn’t prepared to listen. I had two choices before me - to run as far as I could or return to my cell, awaiting the day a foul mood drew him to have me killed. So I chose a third. Far better for me, far better for the realm. Believe me, I showed him a far greater mercy than he ever intended to show me, his professed son. Tell me, did he ever ask Heimdall to look into the darkness for me when I fell?”
“You have yet to name your great threat,” she pointed out. He would have to do better than vagaries to allay her. Sif could be emotional, too emotional at times, but she was also reasonable, and trusted fact and sense when it came to making decisions. It was a distraction to think of the past. Asgard had known him to be dead with the best of their knowledge, the rest wasn’t her business. It was a trap to argue what had or hadn’t been done by other people.
She stepped closer to his double as she spoke, words and body in sync. Direct, focused, firm. “I want to know why you thought it was your right to replace your father. Why it was good to steal the throne, and lie to our people about who was leading them. What is your purpose, Loki?” she challenged.
She stopped two steps away from him, and watched the minutia of his expression, his stance, and she didn’t buy in. How much truth or lie he was spinning was still in question. She would pay attention. “Because if your aim is power or revenge I have told you: banish me now.” It would be better than way. She had little stomach for deception, and he would recognize a false truce from her. He knew her just as well as she knew him. Theirs was a shattered friendship, but broken things still left shards reflecting back.
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Sif looked at him and Thor smiled, she was alive. “Didn’t you spare no one for me to fight?” He teased with a concerned expression, busying himself in wrapping his cape around her wound to stop the bleeding. The snow helped her body to bleed slower and Thor supposed that was the reason why she was alive. Still, he had to hurry. “Shh, save your energy,” he instructed as he carefully cradled her in his arms, heading to Benatar, the guardians’ ship they had just parked in the snow after following Thor’s coordinates. Good, he didn’t want to travel via Bifrost and deteriorate her wounds. She was insistent and Thor turned his attention to her face, still carrying her to the ship. Her message was concerning. He had heard of fallen Gods and the God Killer in one of his last missions with the Guardians. People praying to dead Gods who would never answer their call. “I won’t let it happen,” he assured her, entering the ship where Mantis hurried to help them, preparing a bed where Thor laid Sif down, getting the right supplies to make a proper bandage on her arm – or on what was left of it.
“Take us to Midgard,” Thor told Quill who had no option but to obey due to Thor’s commanding tone. “It may hurt a bit, Sif,” Thor told her as he started to clean the wound with Mantis’ assistance.
She smiled at his tease, too tired to reply as he picked her up, and too weak to hold on. Sif leaned into his warmth, and concentrated on her breathing, willing her body to heal.
By the time he had laid her down and the new woman had appeared to help tend her she only shook her head in dismissal as they worked. “I don’t mind pain.” Things were dull, and her head blurry. Sif grimaced, and closed eyes tight as they worked, only to find her eyes wet. A strange feeling, a surprising one that had crept up on her it seemed. She couldn’t pinpoint what had brought on tears - death, or Thor, or cold, but something had, and she couldn’t face it when there was so much else to organize in her hazy mind.
She gritted teeth against a stab of pain brought on by their work. “Check my side too,” she urged, and her good arm rose to gesture at her stomach. She knew she’s taken a hit from Gorr’s shadows there. It had cut into her armor and jammed a piece into her. The wound would heal, but it wasn’t helping things. If she was to survive she had to guide them. Sif had always trusted Thor with her life, and now it had never been more on the line.
// I have more drafts (I believe all of them?) I am just slow and busy, tonight I should have some time, just getting what I have done out bc ahhhhhh.
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄 one another to the point that now thor has found a fury that has the sky dulling to gray . truthfully , no one could pin the change on him since it was , in fact , gradual . loki will not get the satisfaction of knowing just how deep he’s crawled underneath the thunderer’s skin . of course , she will not mention his anger but the need to speak the words still on his tongue . thor stops his pacing at her words . lie . he has never been one to master the task as loki has especially in the midst of all his fury . ❝ you know as well as i that i would not fool him . ❞
She sighed. Such was true, Thor was even poorer than she was, and Sif counted herself no great master at deception. “Well, we need some plan.” Letting Thor stew like this would be no good to anyone. “We could get revenge, or find you a distraction to more quickly calm your mood so you don’t have to lie completely. Making show you are not bothered has potential to provoke him to try harder next time just as much as deter him so we would need to be wise,” she reasoned. “We could simply avoid him, and let him assume what he may. He wouldn’t have confirmation of your mood if we are careful,” she offered although Sif wasn’t sure of that option. She wasn’t sure of any of them, and with such uncertainty she didn’t want to influence him too much, lest his anger take a turn against her. It could be a fine line with Thor and Loki and she only wanted to help.
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“There are no secrets between us now, Sif,” not on his part at least. He had poured his heart out and with it every last drop of poison those memories brought. He supposed that talking really did help, no matter how hard it was to find the right words and keep his emotions from turning him into a sobby mess. He was a mess, but the sobs had long silenced. “I am sorry for that, too. I hoped in my heart that you had lived and that, by being banished, you had escaped Ragnarok. I’m glad I found you and brought you back to a place that isn’t Home anymore, but will soon become it. I,” Thor fixed his hair behind his ear, looking down to his feet to avoid looking at her, “I know this isn’t much,” he gestured around him, to New Asgard, to the place he had built with his own hands, “I want you to stay here. Stay here, with me.”
She smiled. Gentle and forlorn and warm, she smiled. “I will stay with you. I would like nothing more.” It was easy to answer. There would be troubles, conditions, her feet would want to wander, but more than that she wanted to be with Thor. She wanted to help their people. She had missed so much; Sif would take the chance to begin making it up in what little ways she could. Her place had long been in service of the crown, just as much as it had been the ease of a high born life, moreso, even. Now she would find a way to serve again.
She tilted head to side and back again, and one side of her mouth curled higher. “Besides, who else might take me?” Only a tease. “Do not worry,” she said more sincerely, “I think for now my place is here. The rest we can work out.”