* SEMI-HIATUS !

❛ A 10.5? It’s a really great realm, but its a bit too similar to Asgard in appearance, if I’m being honest - & considering your father is odin, I think you simply get in automatically. ❜  though what little she has observed of odin throughout his growing, he didn’t seem like the sort of parent who gave their child a trophy just for participating. he seemed a bit more stricter than tess would have expected; although his father was just the same as well. ❛ trust me, if you ever go there - which hopefully won’t be for a LONG time - you’ll be fine. ❜

content that he has set the hammer down, sigyn allows herself to finally (and fully) relax. lips curling upward into a SMILE, soft and small at the change in subject. ❝ no, I have not. I’ve not visited that realm in… quite a long while. ❞ shrugging, her shoulders lift just slightly. ❝ I’m afraid I do not get much time to travel freely. with work, and my duties at home. ❞ she is not looking for his pity; what’s said is simply fact. her work keeps her busy, and she cannot exactly abandon those in need to healing. though, there are times — moments when she wishes she could. traveling, EXPLORING; the thought entices her unlike any other. a maid appears at her side, offering a drink, and she takes it gratefully.  ❝ what’s it like? ❞ it takes effort to quell the longing in her voice. she’s curious, yes; but more than that. she wants to see it. 

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“That’s not really how it works; valhalla is a realm made by some of the gems, including myself - it won’t run out of food anytime soon.” It was a realm made by herself, soul and reality. The deceased souls of battle sometimes would be granted travel to valhalla, & when there reality would continue to recreate food whenever needed. Certainly, it’s not quite a place they all manage on the regular, but it’s been successful since it’s creation since. “If you ever travel there, you should be fine, Thor.”

chin jutted out and arms folded still, sigyn simply stares up at the thunder god. an apology. that’s a start. and, despite his ever annoying arrogance, she does trust that he means it. the prince is not a BAD man — she knows this. and no matter how angry she is at the moment, she still chooses to forgive him. ❝ apology accepted. ❞ albeit a little reluctantly. though how wise is it to remain on the bad side of a prince? her own body begins to relax. arms uncrossing, shoulders dropping. she doesn’t entirely disagree with what he’s saying —- to be worthy, one SHOULD place others before oneself. choose what is RIGHT over what is easy. and perhaps she is worthy, or will be one day. she is not a warrior, but a healer. caring for others, putting them before herself is something she has done many times. it isn’t a strange thought for her to FIGHT for what is right. though, when the hammer is offered to her once again, she shakes her head. hands lifting in surrender.  ❝  I believe I’ve been embarrassed enough for one evening. though I stand by my words —- you need to stop playing with that before someone ELSE gets hurt. ❞

quick reminder ; that all of my blogs except my oc is on low activity. i’ve been getting some ims of people slightly being a bit impatient and i want to apologize for my lack of muse in the marvel fandom, plus i’m working on my novel in the meantime. plus school. and work. and i’m tutoring for a few students. 

❝ if I could lift it, I would bury it in your face. ❞ her words come harshly; the tone much darker than her usual. she doesn’t bother holding back. why should she? his boastful (and hurtful) mocking is enough to anger even her. cheeks still BURNING, she folds her arms tightly across her chest. chin jutting out childishly, she doesn’t look at him. looks anywhere but him, truthfully. part of her worries that someone had witnessed her failing — but it appeared that thor is the only one to see it. thank the norns. no, she had not thought she could truly lift it; then again, there had been the SMALLEST part of her that said ‘maybe’. of course, as he had stated so sweetly, only HE is able to wield it. ❝ just because you are a prince, it does not give the right to have such an ego. ❞ she finally snaps. ❝ and you do not have to be so MEAN about it. ❞

      the woman chuckled softly at the undertone of PRIDE in Thor’s voice when he noted her hair color. She grabbed a strand between her fingers, still smiling slightly as she listened to his words. “I liked my hair red as well.” She pointed out with a small shrug of her shoulders “Guess I’ll dye it back as soon as I have some free time.” Natalia added before laughing in amusement at the image that appeared in her head of Thor in reddish hair “I might definitely slip some of the ginger hair dye into your shampoo to see it.”

eyes drop to the hammer, now offered out to her. he’s likely right — she won’t be able to lift it. HOWEVER she isn’t about to give up that easily. that PRIDE in his grin stirs something up inside her. she wants to prove him wrong.  ❝  the only one?  ❞  scoffing, she reaches out, wrapping delicate fingers around the handle. feeling the weight of it already, REGRET begins to cloud her mind. regardless, she’s chosen this path. pulling the hammer out of his large hand, it takes less than a second for it to DESCEND to the floor with an echoing thud. it drags sigyn along, her back bending as fingers still grip the handle. embarrassment colors her cheeks a bright red — he was right, for once.  ❝  don’t say anything.  ❞  she warns, looking up to give him a glare. her hands tug at the hammer again, hoping to lift it even just the TINIEST bit. it doesn’t move.

❝  I am NOT judging you because of your drinking, Thor.  ❞  a sigh, heavy and exaggerated, leaves her. eyes, almost narrowed, watch the hammer move in his grip. dangerous at the best of times, but in the hands of the INEBRIATED thunder god, it’s far worse.  ❝   and the barrels can be replaced, yes. I am more concerned with the fact that you’ve broken not one, not two — but FIVE statues with that.  ❞  her own hand waves at mjolnir.  ❝   and nearly a servant’s face!  ❞  a slight exaggeration, but hopefully her point would get across. she holds out her hand, waiting. ❝  hand it over, you can have it back tomorrow.  ❞  

❛ YOU’RE APART OF THE AXE, CORRECT? ❜ magic was never something thor understood, nor cared to dig into. it was never his specialty, something he barely excelled in. it was more for loki and his mother, two of which harnessed the sorcery exceptionally. ❛ what spell is this ? what world does this sorcery come from ? ❜ he questioned, fully ready to jump into battle: something he was good at. ❛ why is it that i should trust you? ❜ the skepticism lingered after the events that had occurred, now this was happening. the god was about ready to burst.