Sent From the Flames

Part III

{A/N: Hellllo! :] I am alive, I've had a cold so it took a while to recoup and find the time to write this chapter but I've finally got it. I think this is also my longest chapter so far in this book (not saying much being the 3rd.) And look how cute Thor and Sif are ahhhhhhhhh. Anywho I'll stop rambling, let's gooooooo}

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It's been a week since Father made his announcement, leaving me with a lot of mental preparation to do. Not only have I not left home in years, but I had never once stepped foot on Midgard. This was an entirely new experience I had set up for me and though I was thrilled to finally live my dreams, I was terrified of what was to come.

I had spent the past few days spending time with Sif and Warriors Three, every morning I would train with her, and every night we would go out to the tavern with Thor and the boys, Loki joined a couple of times but mostly decided to keep to himself. I hadn't spent much time with him other than that and our usual everyday interactions, knowing we would be seeing plenty of each other once we leave.

Currently, I'm making my way to Sif's room to get ready for the Farewell Ball my father had planned for tonight. By that I mean he had people plan it, he couldn't be bothered doing something like that himself.

As I reached her door, I sifted my way through her mind to see if I could pick up what she was doing. Figuring from what I got, she was sat trying to figure out what to do with her hair. I phased through the door, raising my arms in greeting as she turned to me.

"Fret no more, for Ingrid has arrived," I said theatrically, bringing my arms back down and walking over to her. I placed my hands on her shoulders squeezing them gently as I glanced over the dress she was wearing.

"Hello, Ingrid. Thanks for knocking." She grinned up at me, but not without giving me a playful eye-roll first. I laughed pulling my hands to my sides and slightly throwing myself backward to plop on her bed.

"I did, you must not have heard me," hooking my thumb over my shoulder to point at the door as I spoke nothing but lies to my friend's face. I got a glare in return. Even just being without any magic she could read me like a book, almost as if we had been friends for centuries.

Oh yeah, that's right. We have been.

I laughed, moving my hands again to run through her hair, finding a spot at her hairline to begin a braid around the crown of her head.

"I don't remember if I've ever seen you in a dress before, Sif." I hummed as I worked my fingers through her hair, she let out a scoff of a laugh in response.

"You most definitely have, but it has been a while. I can't even recall the last time I wore one," she spoke softly as she ran her hands over the fabric.

I laughed as I finished off the braid, brushing the rest of her hair neatly into place as I smiled down at my work.

"Beautiful." I stepped back, moving my gaze to her face, smile still playing at my lips.

"Me or the hair?" She turned after taking a glance at herself in the mirror, giving me a small grin.

"The hair, of course!" I teased, holding my hands out and moving my index and middle fingers out, my own outfit making its way onto my body. The green shimmer always seemed to be what caught Sif's attention when I'd transform or change myself with magic. Her eyes followed the movements before looking over my outfit. A dress though it was cut short in the front, form-fitting pants extending from the waist down. The bodice was a flat forest green leather corset, and the train a beautiful lace.

"A dress but-"

"Not a dress," I finished her thought, grinning at her as I gave her a small twirl. "I wouldn't be caught dead in a dress, darling." I never felt myself in a dress, at least not Asgardian dresses. We'll have to see how I feel about Midgardian gowns once I get there.