woven of gold

  ᛡ independent & selective Lady Sif from God of War: Ragnarok & heavily influenced by Norse mythology ᛡ as worshipped by Missa. 21+, she / her ᛡ mutuals only ᛡ au / oc friendly ᛡ sporadic activity ᛡ personals, do not interact ᛡ google doc ᛡ

@alldaddy​: how long has it been since you’ve slept ?

Oh, the irony. Sif holds her tongue, knows better than to call out any potential hypocrisy from the God-King, and instead simply setting her quill to the side to glance over in Odin's direction.

She wonders what makes him need to question this.

"I sleep enough," comes the answer, soft but firm -- not wishing to expand any further. She would sleep, and well, when her husband returned from his latest 'errands.' "Forgive me, Allfather, but I hardly think it's anything you need to worry yourself over."

𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑩𝑰𝑫 ᶜᵘʳᶤᵒˢᶤᵗʸ

What Shape Does Your Pain Take?

CHAINS

You have chains, keeping you linked to something you'd rather leave behind. Maybe this is a bad family, traumatic event, toxic relationship... But something's keeping you trapped there, and you don't know how to escape it. You can turn the chain around, to help you instead of trap you... Can't you?

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“  it  is  only  a  picture.  ”  he  states,  bluntly.  “  my  ..  apologies  for  your  sons  ..  but  it  is  not  yet  my  time.  ”

"And it was your place to dictate their time?" There is a coarseness to her voice, rougher than she wants. She seeks no penance from him. In truth, she expects nothing more than his blunt and honest truth, and thinks that he will hear her own in turn.

Thrud took a deep breath before quietly cursing under her breath. She didn’t mean to say all that out loud, much less argue some more with her mother. It seemed as though, that’s all the did lately. She mumbled something quietly before moving back closer to her mother. “I’m sorry, Mom. I don’t want to fight, it’s just…” She paused, trying to find the right words to say. “I know you don’t fully support the whole Valkyrie thing and I want to make you proud..”

She is surprised when Thrúd makes her way back over, an apology on her lips, and Sif wishes that she could simply pour her heart out to her daughter. To explain that she does not wish to put down her goals and dreams, that she is proud that she has things she wishes to work toward. But it's too dangerous. Her daughter, too much like her father for her own good, is just as likely to follow blindly, loyal to a fault. "That isn't the way to make me proud."

“I know, I know.” He probably sounded stupid saying it because he sure felt a whole new level of stupid for even thinking about it in the first place. “Sometimes, I just wonder…”

Reaching out his fingers brushed her jaw before he dropped it and looked away.

Sighing as the same hand rested on his bent knee he looked at the ground. He really hated how bad he was at this ‘talking about your feelings’ thing, it was just so much easier just killing what he was told to kill then move on to whatever thing tried to hit him next.

Still he owed her to try a little more. She stayed with him despite him giving her plenty of reasons to abandon him. “It’s just that I still don’t get why a woman as beautiful as you would love a man like me sometimes.”

He was a man that struggled to stop being a drunk failure of a father and as far as most were concerned the only thing he was good for was destruction.

Gingerly, Sif leans her face toward Thor's touch -- craving what little of it he offers her, these days. 

She is wise enough to know what likely runs through his mind, knows what she hears whispered around the halls of Asgard. The foolish things small-minded people will whisper when they think that no one can hear them. That he has failed as a husband. That she has taken lovers to replace him. That everything they had once represented was slipping from their fingers like sands through an hourglass.

She refused to lose her family -- to lose any more of her family. Perhaps, in her heart of hearts, she was disappointed with Thor. Not for his perceived failings, but for the fact that no matter how she tried to convince him to see otherwise, he was so blinded by his need to have his father's approval that he failed to see how it was tearing the rest of them apart.

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 BARBIE IN THE NUTCRACKER.   freshly fallen snow, the sound of sleigh bells, a lengthy look at the one you love, the sound of a crackling fire, the smell of peppermint, half-eaten gingerbread cookies, bows in your hair, the strum of a harp, gold jewelry, clouds above a stormy sea, the conscious effort to believe in yourself, lace dresses, a sun dappled orchard, speaking from the heart, “you were the one i was looking for all along,” the cold winter wind, cheek kisses, bright blue eyes

BARBIE AS RAPUNZEL.   golden hair, smeared paint on your fingers and clothes, marble staircases, dense forests with no path in sight, intricate braids, hedge mazes, grand parties, dazzling dresses, generational trauma, pink lipstick, the shiver of wind chimes, flowers in your hair, stepping outside your comfort zone, the tedium of chores, following your heart, love at first sight, the roar of a cascading waterfall, strong arms around your waist, dark secrets, “no more hatred”

BARBIE OF SWAN LAKE. the familiarity of your favorite constellation in the night sky, the flutter of wings, freshly baked bread, dancing alone in your room, chocolate chip cookies, a babbling brook and the stones you use to cross it, running with the wind in your hair, sparkling jewels, an enchanted forest, dusty stacks of books, sibling rivalries, moonlit walks by the lake, the innocence of true love, painful deception, laced fingers, “it’s you i love”

BARBIE AS THE PRINCESS AND THE PAUPER.   spun gold, a purring cat in your lap, the sacrifices your parents made for you, the prick of a sewing needle, “what would it be like to be free?”, dark caves, starry skies above, falling in love with your best friend, crowded markets, horse drawn carriages, fresh air, a hand held out to guide you, pretending to be something you’re not, breakfast in bed, bubble baths, narrow passageways, diamond rings, cold jail cells, lengthy hugs, promises you can keep