Lady Sif {Thor}short stories

The making of Lady Sif (Part 1)

Based on my origins story posted previously⠀⠀⠀⠀

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⠀⠀⠀⠀| The making of Lady Sif |

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A fresh breeze passed over the glorious green pastures. The sounds of children playing echoed in the distance. Pure innocence.

"Thor!" The young blonde maiden giggled as the boy within her company lifted her over his shoulder. Her golden locks covering her face.

"Shh now maiden, I promised to save thee and I have...." He smirked with pride as he raced in circles around field, his fingers tracing the passing flowers until he stopped and picked one; placing the girl back on her feet.

"For you Sif..." He bowed as he handed the crimson tulip to her. Sif took the flower and smiled brightly, eyeing it intensely, such a beautiful shade of red; deep and vibrant. The flower vanished suddenly and Sif gasped, Thor's face creased in a frown.

"Loki!" He spat as he turned around to the boy hovering within the oak tree. "Must thou always intrude?!"

Loki shrugged and nodded at Sif with a smirk.

"Sif..."

She rolled her eyes and turned to Thor.

"Can we just go? Leave him hither...."

"Aye..." He took her hand and the pair ran off across the pasture.

Loki remained upon the branch, seething. He loved his brother and the time they spent together alone but since the arrival of the young maiden, he struggled to get time alone with Thor. His attention to the fair haired pest quite clear.

"Ye shalt not win Sif...." He spat before vanishing from the branch leaving nothing but the withered crimson tulip.

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Darkness began to cover the realm, heralding the curfew in which all children of Asgard had to adhere to.

Sif left Thor at the steps of the palace as he made his way inside.

She turned on her heel and hastily headed back to the lower region of the courts where she lived with her elder brother and father.

"I am sorry I am late papa...." She breathed heavily as she closed the door to her home behind her.

"Sit child....thy meal is going cold..." He placed a bowl of soup in front of her.

"Whence is Heimdall?" She frowned, she barely saw her brother nowadays. He was training at the school and working within the court of Odin with her father. His talents were strongly sought after. She often spent her nights with the handmaiden hired to care for her, tonight was a rare occurrence.

"Working child..." Her ran a hand over her head and kissed her hair before heading out the room.

Sif sighed and ate quietly before excusing herself and heading to bed.

She dressed and sat with the handmaiden Eira who brushed her golden tresses.

Sif hummed to herself with each stroke of the brush. That was until something caught her eye.

"Art those thine Eira?" She pointed at the flowers in a vase across the room.

"Nay young one, they were sent for thee. Thou must hast an admirer." She teased as she stood and headed across the room to close the drapes.

Curiously Sif admired the flowers and held a candle to them to get a better view. Crimson tulips....she blushed....they must be from Thor.

As she turned away to climb into bed she failed to notice the green tinge they held within their delicate petals.