myforteiskillingyou

[myforteiskillingyou]

sifwarmaiden:

The days had turned to nights on Asgard, Sif having left shortly after she returned to train more and spend time with King in the days before the babes were to arrive. When she finally came back home to the chateaux, she was exhausted, to say the least. As soon as she entered her suite, she dropped her bags and headed for the shower, the warm water feeling better than any pain reliever against her muscles and the cleanliness easing her down to her very soul.

Once she was bathed and comfortable, she made her way back to the bed and began to towel-dry long dark tresses. Her mind drifted absently to the past few weeks, to her time in the prisons of Asgard to her time recently with King. A smile spread across her face as she reached to her nightstand for her journal, happy to see a reply from Forte after so long.

Discarding the towel, the goddess lay on her bed, feet in the air and began to read his reply. A feeling of guilt swept over her at his apologies and, at his mention of having visited her, she turned to the door as if he would knock yet again.

When she finished the entry, her heart sank. He was worried for her, for her well-being. But she and Whisper had gotten along fairly well that day, should she be on guard now instead of this ease she felt? She scrambled through the drawer beside the bed for her favorite pen of emerald ink and began to write a reply.

Forte,

I am utterly upset with myself that you came by my quarters and I wasn’t here to greet you. I would have loved to see you once more, to speak with you in person again, but alas.. there is always next time.

You owe me no such apologies as I assumed you needed your own space. I was safe and on Midgard once more, so you needn’t worry about staying by my side thereafter. I appreciate the sentiment, truly, you are too kind.

Should I be on guard around your brother then? I rather thought he and I had smoothed our qualms that day, but I have been wrong before.

Sif’s hand stilled on her page, the pen causing a small dark dot where it rested. She cursed to herself as she lifted it well off the paper and looked at the door. An image flashed through her mind of eyes cold as ice and a brilliantly white as such too. She had to close her eyes and shake her head to get it to go away, but the feeling it gave her lingered still. Taking a deep breath, she resumed her writing.

Not to worry, friend, I will keep my distance for now. I have no need to approach him anytime in the near future, and if I do I shall be sure to write you and inform you first, if that would make you feel more comfortable?

I feel it is my own doing if something does happen to me, however. I intervened where it was not my place to do so and for that, again, I am sorry.

Please, let me know next time you come by? I will make certain my schedule is clear so we can share a game of chess or something.

-S

She replaced the cap on the pen and closed the journal slowly, as if still mulling over the words she wrote. She was beside herself that she missed him and laid back against the pillows with a huff. Oh well. Next time indeed. 

Two days went by and the spirit had returned to Manhattan, especially for the job interviews he still had to conduct. By which one of them had been most interesting. After he had gotten Sigyn settled in, he heard the scratchings of her pen and summoned his copy of her journal into his sight, opened on the pages where they last wrote.

Seeing her try to assuage his concerns regarding her interaction with his once brother, Forte did indeed ease though he noticed the dark dot. Perhaps his words were too hasty and he had only returned her much soothed anxiety from before. Turning the page, he quickly penned her a reply.

Dearest Sif,

It is most pleasing to hear from you. I am sorry not to be there for when you have returned. But as you have written, there will be another time.

Although I hold nothing over you and would not presume such at all, if you could, I have to admit it would be more assuring if you do when you cross paths with him. At least, in case of anything untoward and unpleasant that had happened between us again, I could forewarn you.

I wish I did not have to tell you this but yes, you should be on guard.

As much as he had sworn to make things up to me, in my experience, he is... unfathomable. That is a large reason why I... fear am wary of him still. I would not consider him lightly, even in his best of moods.

Forte paused as he scribbled out the offensive word. It had came naturally to him but he would never admit it to himself that he feared the man. He had already faced him and there were far worse things in the universes than Thor; like Thanatos. He had endured his sufferings and though he died, he 'survived' and came out for the better. There was no way he would still fear the man. But he could.

Oh dear friend, apologise no more on that regard. I find comfort in knowing you have done it for my sake, it's been more than anyone have done for me since a long time ago and I have you to thank.

Most of all, I am just glad you are well.

I am thinking about visiting next week, since I surprisingly have some things to take care of before I travel. Perhaps Wednesday?

P.S. I have asked prior but how did your visit with Freya go?

Finishing his letter, he allowed the book and pen to dissipate, trying to decide what to do with Sigyn while he travelled to the Chateau. It would be good to introduce her to the members, seeing as how she needed the company and aid but it would severely tire him out - too much so that he would certainly not be good company for his friend. And how he dearly wanted to be alone with Sif just for her presence, without a third party.

He would have to think of an alternative for her then. Keeping her cooped up inside the hotel was no solution after all.

Forte|Sif: Penpals (part2)

[myforteiskillingyou]

Twisted.

                    Murdered.

                                          Forgotten.

≀ They call me Forte and I am Loki.

— stripped, of everything that made him the trickster — stripped, of all titles and claim, of all material and even life — stripped, of faith, of love, of confidence, of mischeif, of will to live — stripped, of fate

The ghost of a trickster. The true shadow of a thunderer. Walker of the abyss. Truly, what is left for him?

≀ Independed Loki Para RP ≀ ASK - NAV* ≀ Post Thor Single Verse unless specified ≀  ≀ OC & Multifandom ≀ 

*Everything from rules to muse background and mun details can be found on Nav.

Currently: 

Staying at The Plaza, 17th Floor, Edwardian Partial Park Suite King NS

Looking for Midgardian business contacts

Looking for Manhattan apartment (Already decided, for RP only)

Looking for Personal Midgardian Liason/Attendant

Looking for Angrboda & Family

[myforteiskillingyou]

dickrps:

#168 HQ 245px gifs of korean actor/model lee soo hyuk. i do not claim credit for any of these gifs and if the original owners wish for me to take any down, i will do so immediately. this will be updated as i find more suitable gifs. download available here. like/reblog if you found this helpful!

[myforteiskillingyou]

sadboybrigade:

thirdsonofodin:

sadboybrigade:

thirdsonofodin:

     Can we talk about how Loki earned his place among Angrboda’s people but his title is not of King, not even in marriage, but of consort. He had to be subservient to her before he could be her equal in the eyes of Angrboda and his people. She ruled alone, above all others, Cheif of the Nine and she earned the respect and reverence of a fucking God. She LETS Loki leave and Sigyn is given her blessing but she is always the senior mate, the first wife, who has Loki’s favor and who has status over all others despite sharing her husband.

    Loki gave birth to a horse AS a horse. As giants can be born in almost ANY form, Angrboda gave birth to the children of Loki, earning the title Mother of Monsters. She was called a hag but it was a title, NOT an insult and it came from the term Wise Woman. Witch Queen, Queen of the Iron Wood, Mother of Monsters, whose consort is Loki, the God of Mischief. Angrboda, who is Chief among the Nine, skilled in magic and battle, a proud warrior and passionate lover.

NEVER FORGET

#ironic because EVERYONE FORGETS #BUT YOU SHOULDN’T #ANGRBODA IS THE MOST METAL MOTHERFUCKER IN THE NINE REALMS YOU BEST RESPECT #eternally weeping over her absence from the Marvel-verse #loki #angrboda 

i’m just here to spread the good word of the Wolf Mother. By which I mean, everyone who doesn’t think her dominating the fuck out of smooching on Loki and punching bitches/Thor in the face is the best thing in the world then y’all need to check your priorities

Angrboda: HBIC

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Vest porn. ((Shrine of Hollywood))

*soft whimpering* 

[myforteiskillingyou]

darlingsigyn:

Sigyn jumped slightly at the sound of his voice,quickly turning around to see where it came from. “Oh,good morning.” She simply replied,a small smile on her lips. “Well okay then,I don’t mind doing that.”

After she had phoned up she let out a long sigh. “That was a little more tedious then I expected,it was funny though to hear there reaction when it was me speaking rather than you.” Shuffling over a little in her seat she crossed her legs and looked over at him. “I..I slept fine thank you.” Sigyn simply replied with a nod. “Woke up a few times I won’t lie about that but yes other than that fine.” Tucking her messy hair behind her ear she looked up at him in silence. Of course he was different,he was dead for that matter. Yet there was still something about him that had caught her interest. Even though he may have looked slightly different he still had the same cold eyes that would draw her in,make her heart skip a beat.

"The butler will be up in a minute." She finally said,trying to break the awkward silence. 

Watching over her and listening to her handle the call, he inclined his head after when she answered his question about her condition. Naturally he had not expected the best and it was reasonable for her to have had a disturbed rest after her ordeal. He forgot to respond verbally to avoid the awkwardness however and did not notice it till she spoke up, before his mind thought about something.

"Perhaps I should get you something else more appropriate to wear?" He asked, though the dress was to him, sufficient. "You should wash up too. Before the butler comes with the food." He reminded her as well, now that she was cast here so vulnerably, without magic to maintain hygiene and appearances.

To Even Live Loneliness

[myforteiskillingyou]

thehunterking:

The huntsman kept looking around, not necessarily with apprehension, but with curiosity. Norns, he had faced worse than a job interview. A small part of his brain was still laughing at him, saying that the whole matter was ridiculous and that surely his possible employer would never accept someone like him.

Eric shushed him and stepped forward, nodding when a waiter came over, checked his badge and invited him to sit at a table in a quiet corner of the hall. It was with immense surprise that he saw, sitting at the table, a Trickster. How was this possible?

He blinked and approached the table, and the feeling grew from moment to moment. What strange prank the Norns had in mind for him this time? But perhaps it was only his impression. The huntsman imposed calm to himself and smiled, holding out his hand to the man. Do not crush his hand, Eric. Keep calm.

"Thank you for seeing me. Pleased to meet you, mister…?" The question remained in abeyance, and he held his breath.

Forte glanced at that offered hand and then back up at Eric, making no form of effort to take it. Instead his hands folded at his lap as he sat back, appraising the... Thunderer? upclose now. "Forte. You may address me as Forte. I have no family name, but for Midgard's obsession with it, I use my personal name: Osiris." By purposely mentioning the realm, he watched the candidate's expression closely to see if he understood the reference of who he was, quite certain that Eric would - considering his family name was... framed in their style.

"Have the agency told you of what this job entailed?" He asked, remaining impossibly still otherwise. The spectre had ceased his natural animations for the illusion of his form, seeming picture perfect, a statue, without the breaths or blinking. It was always his first step to introducing his candidates to the idea that he was not - one of the living. Although he might not have needed to with this man, he figured he might as well get it over with, as he had with all the others that had came and went.

Interview

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thefuturistsobright:

Wow, so this is kinda exciting right? I think I made this Tony rp blog about a month ago and I was so scared [..well, still am] of not being any good, or being able to entice anyone to roleplay with me, let alone following me and doing threads.

Of course I’ve still got lots to learn, as I am primarily an actor, not a writer, but I will get there with all you amazing people supporting me

Now onto the Follow-Forever’s! 

The Hulk

gammagreen, gammaxbomb, angrygreenscientist, angrygreen, greenwithgxmma, starks-science-buddy, arrowsandradiation, @sciencewithashield, whatkeepsmeundercontrol (female hulk), 

Captain America

shieldintheice, captainamericarogers, captain-outoftime, captainrogersblog, captainspangly, steverogersx, steverogerscpt, doyoufxndue, sciencewithashield, ivehadenoughrest, americas-misguided-soldier, heros-quandary, yourmanonthebridge, chxvalrous, seventyyearsgone, 

Black Widow

nrblackwidow, nochildrenintheredroom, thewidowsweb, @natasha-widowbite-romanoff, widowswxb, alongcamenatasha, 

Thor

mightofasgardian, bringerofthestorm, crashing-thunder, 

Hawkeye

hawkeyeagentbarton, arrowsandradiation, shieldshawk, @clintbartonrp, thebartonboys, 

The Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes

thebuckysoldier, russianghoststory, @thefirstyoungally, consumedbywinter, he-let-me-fall (stefan rogers as Winter Soldier), askjbuckybarnes, redeemxd, metalbarnes, ofmetalandwar, soldierjamesbuchanan, @winterxassassin, coldwinterbarnes, 

Sam Wilson

feathersofiron, thefalconsxnest, 

Howard Stark

daddyofstarks, firstdeathmerchant, agenths

Peggy Carter

agtxcarter, peggythirteencarter, peggycartxr, 

Phil Coulson

broken-weapon, govthookercoulson, 

Pepper Potts

ginger-redheadhero, 

Loki

ourlovelyloki-rp-and-ask, you-crave-subjugation, littleblueloki, king-loki, loki-of—asgard, theassimilatingasgardian, lieofasgard, thatgodofmischief, oncedeadliesmith, thebrokengodofmischief, thehornygod, shadesofdistortion, @midgardanddick, regentofasgard, loki-trustmyrage, kneelforme-godofmischief, mischievouslywitty, mendxcium, xprinceyx, xmagicandmayhem, 

Justin Hammer

qualitycontrolproblems

Darcy Lewis

thescienceintern, of-ipods-and-interns, 

Harley Keener

werexconnected

J.A.R.V.I.S (human or not)

foryousirxalways, verysassysystem, 

Deadpool

dedpaul, goddamndeadpool, 

Spider-Man & Gwen

simplypeterparker, theweblesswonder, @ohnosmallknives, boywithwebs, theamazingspiderman, i-love-peterparker-more, 

Harry Osbourn

youaremypumpkinbomb

Original Characters

themagnetprotectingstarksheart (Arc Reactor OC), cameronxstark, the-god-of-asgard, epialesknight, greasefeather, myforteiskillingyou, youxheardxme, weakx, @darkarcherprince , i-am-just-a-reflection, dainty-philanges, xbritishxloonxhiddlestonx, leelamarch, rebeccambarnes, halfalive-halfdead, baldxr, forxnsic, sonofanavenger, blaiddddyn, 

Other Fandoms, 

sir-dalyk-of-skaro, captain-jhwatson, crowerry, officialsammich, wehavemommyissues, pinkandyellowwolf, @soulessbobbysinger, unusual-trine-mates, tinyblackhairedgirl, boomtanknotboombox,  johnwatsonishere, 

Mundanes <3

katypillar42, rocklandjbrin, rockandroll-and-citricacidcycle, bi-shreksual-goddess, kat-the-alchemist, experiencecomesfrombadjudgement, azuniga80, tonystarkismybff, belowtealevel , stripedshortie,  official-hawkeye, 

Cooler Tony Starks

youllhavetokillme, x-tony-x-stark-x, ironinmyspine, playboyengineer, darkly-stark, i-got-you-first, kneel-to-the-playboy,

Team Fuck Sleep

assvengersassemble, captain-jhwatson, assbutts-initiative, orangetardis, elegantapocalypse, queencharlieofoz, youaremypumpkinbomb, theblacktulipe, sherlock-holmesosexual, @arduousparadox, germbat, 

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As for the art give-away, I put all ya’ll names in a randomizer and I decided to do three:

darkly-stark

werexconnected

and

gammagreen

So when you see this just let me know what you’d like drawn and I shall do me best.

Until next time, kittens!

Oh my, wow thank you! Though I'm a Loki... ;A;

[myforteiskillingyou]

sifwarmaiden:

~Weeks Later~

It felt like ages since Sif had picked up her journal and written anything, let alone to Forte. Granted, she had just seen him a few days ago before he departed, saying he needed to be alone, but still… there was something so personal and even intimate about their penpal nature.

Opening the pages, she was surprised to see his latest reply. Tears stung her eyes as she read it, doing her best to keep them off the pages this time, as they had given her away by smudging the ink on her last entry. She thought on what he had written, on what had transpired since the last time she wrote him… all the time in the prison on Asgard, her confrontation with Whisper. She had no idea how to tell him these things, but, she picked up her pen nonetheless and began to write, emerald green ink covering the pages.

Dearest Forte,

I hope you made it back to your home safe and sound. I was worried when I could no longer sense your presence after our last encounter… worried that you might have been frustrated or fed up with me after having spent so much time by my side in Asgard. Nonetheless, I thank you for the company. I would not have been so strong-headed when I confronted King, if not for you.

I have a small confession to make… I had a horrible dream a few nights after I returned to the Covey. It involved your brother, whom I now know as Whisper. In my dream, he murdered me… I will never forget those eyes of ice that pierced my soul as he laughed at me… mocked me even, for standing up for you. 

When I awoke, my anger was immeasurable. I donned my blade and marched straight to his door. His eyes were a brilliant blue then, startling me. At first,  I thought I had the wrong male, until I mentioned your name… then those eyes began to show their icy form again and.. I panicked. Forte, it was the first time in my life that I was frightened….

The ‘my life’ part was underlined for emphasis. When Sif finished the sentence, she had to stop writing for a moment to still her hands as they were quivering just remembering the events. She took a deep breath after a few moments and picked up the pen again…

He tells me the two of you have contacted, even seen each other. For that, I am grateful, so long as it brings you peace. I will not speak anymore on the matter, as it is not my business, but I wanted to tell you what transpired in your name between your brother and I. 

I am supposed to go to meet baby Frey today. I am nervous and excited, but I shall let you know how the encounter goes. 

… I really hope he likes me.

I shall write you more when I return. Hopefully the spell you cast on these pages still stands, as I would love to hear from you again soon.

-S

Sif closed the journal with a smile, although her brows were drawn in worry. Will Frey like me? Should I bring him a gift? She shook away all thoughts of a negative nature and all but jumped off the bed to go shower, happiness and excitement beginning to root wtihin her.

[x]

Forte had checked the newspapers that came in for Thomas, to find the date. So many days had passed. The memory of ice crept up his claw tips and he bluntly shoved his fear aside, like a door crashed close, as he ignored the silver of dread to look for Sif's room. He knocked on her door, but she was not around.

The spirit scattered then, finding a quiet alcove in the mansion where he could sense the comings and goings of the members within, to listen in to what had been happening and only then, checking to see if Sif had written back to him. As he read, he protested silently against her misunderstanding. No... his inability to tell her the truth of what happened had led to it and he felt the urge to correct it immediately. But he pushed on and read the rest of her letter to him, startling at the mention and confrontation of his brother. There was a memory, a sensation akin to his heart dropping when he read of her fear of his once brother, one that he knew all too well. Hurriedly reading on to see if she got hurt, he found that his brother had kept true to his word about trying to change for the better. Somehow. Forte relaxed and continued to finish the last few lines.

Then he began to write.

Dearest Sif,

Please, I apologise for my long silence and the hurt I must have caused you with it, leaving you at such a vulnerable time. I can only say that it was not my voluntary wish nor is it my choice to abandon you but a matter akin to illness. I fade away at times; its in relation to the strength of my existence. I do not know what exactly causes it - it is different from my well of power to cast spells from - and it seems that travel through the Bifrost weakens me as well. Again, you have my thousand apologises for not fulfilling my promise to be by your side.

I have went to your door as soon as I returned as well but you did not seem to be in, so I am writing this to you now. I hope you are well still and your visit to meet baby Frey was lovely and fruitful. If you return and read this, I will still be around for a couple more days before I return to Manhattan.

As for your dream... and encounter with Thor, I am really really sorry. My tales to you about him must have sparked it and for you to have faced what I had... It took you great courage to confront him for me and I am most grateful and touched by your defence. It relieves me so that the encounter between you two had not ended in battle or worse. I do not yet trust him to do what he promised me and though I know of your prowess, I am concerned for your well being.

You are my dearest friend. I should not know what to feel if the man I allowed back into my life brought harm unto you, merely due to my sharing of what happened.

Yes however, for all I have just said, we had made up. Somewhat. Again I thank you for your care.

Most eager to hear from you again, as soon as if possible. - F≀

Forte|Sif: Penpals (part2)

[myforteiskillingyou]

sifwarmaiden:

At the touch to her arm, Sif relaxed greatly. She opened her mouth to speak to him, but his voice stilled her words. Silent? But why? She wanted to protest, to ask him to please not leave her… but the words failed her. If he wanted alone time, he was definitely warranted to it. Who was she to him to try to get him to stay with her as he rested? Should she even offer?

She sighed and nodded, her eyes returning to the ground. “I shall write you then. Please feel no pressure at responding, I would never want to disturb your rest.” With that, she lifted her head tall and walked away from the bifrost for a bit, heading back to the chateaux. ——————————————— As he was without a corporeal form, she had no idea if he was still by the markings when she returned, having only walked up to the house then back again without entering it. She assumed he would have left to go to the garden, or perhaps his brother’s room, so her tension eased.

She sat on the ground next to the ornate symbols the bifrost had left and touched them gently. As if lost in thought, she brought her knees to her chest and stared a bit before a look of abject horror crossed her face, causing her to lean to the side and vomit. She moved away from the mess and brought her knees back up to her chest again, staring off in the distance as tears welled in her eyes. 

[X]

The time with which he was gone, he did not know. It was a state of non being, a statelessness that was so terrifying in how - one could not even think to scream their fear. Perhaps to someone else it might have been tranquil, perhaps even eternal rest. But for Forte, it was a creeping paralysis that he faced alone and only on his own.

And when he woke, it was always as if he rose from being submerged too long; sometimes harsh and overwhelming, sometimes gradual and too sensitive. Sensation during those times was more than what he had ever felt in life and were torturous on its own, even if he was relieved to return to consciousness. This was the former and his spirit sought a place to hide. For him, there was none. Everything was too much. Memories and thoughts returned only minutes later, where he hid beneath a stone bench. Sif.

He had told Sif that he would return, but he had not told her that he knew not when. She had just returned from an ordeal and needed someone by her side and he failed. Not by his own choice of course, but nonetheless he felt the urgency to find out how much time has passed. She was not around this place at the moment, that was for sure. Forte surged back towards the château.

Forte|Sif: Back to Midgard {covey!verse}

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darlingsigyn:

Sigyn slept peacefully through the night, much better then she had the past previous weeks. She turned over to get comfortable at the odd time during the night but other then that she was still and silent.

As she woke the sunlight just came through the windows nearby, she sighed softly and sat up, her hair in a tangled mess and eyes still closed. Lifting a hand up she rubbed them before opening then, it was still early in the morning which was good.

Climbing out of bed she stumbled out of the bedroom, tucking the mess of hair behind her ear she went to search for Loki, eyes glancing around the room he stayed in. Everything seemed bigger then it did yesterday, but maybe that was because it was dark. The windows let enough light in so she could see everything but other then that it was a fairly decent size, the room she had was also pleasant and the bed was comfortable. 

"Loki?" She called out. However she stopped, thinking about him for a second. Since he talked about twins and other such things was his name different now? Maybe it made him feel better about himself if he wasn't called that any more, now she just felt bad for saying it in the first place. 

"I am here." Forte spoke after a few seconds, his illusion forming from gathered mists. "Just woke up? You could call for butler service, to bring up food and set your bath. The number and menu is over there on the desk. When you do, please order the Breakfast Set C as well." He added, this time appearing dressed in a long black tunic with leggings and sleeves.

The trickster had his hair tied into a long ponytail this time, with a stray lock of fringe curling down. After his words, he waited for a moment before he spoke up again, this time on a different note - having gotten the necessary information out of the way. "How was your night? Did you sleep well?" He asked then, his expression softening with gentle concern as he did, gazing at her.

And though he was now able to learn and recognize her for who she was, rather than the one he knew, the reserved affection he held for her twin still remained in the presence of her visage.

To Even Live Loneliness

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darlingsigyn:

"Good night.." Sigyn whispered before she turned to walk away just as he did.

There was something between them both that was…awkward to say the least. Perhaps because he talked about her other self quite a bit and it was then she realised she may have been too different to him,even if she didn’t want that.

Getting ready for bed she just laid of the soft covers for a while,simply thinking over what they had talked about and what she was going to do next. Sigyn didn’t want anything bad to happen between them,she wanted them to be friends no matter how hard that might of been,she wanted to know him better,know what really happened without him hesitating. Sigyn would always do as she was told,but maybe meeting him here was fate,maybe this was a good thing that she had to embrace. It was either that or leave him for good and never speak of it again,wipe him completely from her mind and get on with her life back on the streets.  

All this was so confusing to her but for now all she needed to do was rest,so after a few minutes of thinking she gradually fell asleep,the drifting thought of what tomorrow would bring just roaming her mind.  

Once he was certain she had turned in, the trickster dismissed his illusion, finally able to rest and soak in the dregs of seidhr and power that was lost in this world. At least he could count his blessings that it was still available to him, naturally replenishing what he took fast enough that he could at least use magic regularly.

But with rest, came contemplation again. While he had been in the multiverse for over a year, he had hardly interacted with any twins. And though he knew and understood that each twin was different in their own way, as he so established himself as well, he could not seem to integrate that knowledge with his behaviour. The spirit rested on his side, drifting in mid air above the bed, curled. It was rude of him, how he kept comparing her, that much he realized. Apology was not forthcoming however, as the deceased's ego remained strong. He rationalized that the slight towards her was within his right, as he had taken her in, even if he understood deep down it was wrong.

As the spirit rarely slept, he gave the matter much thought. By morning, he waited for Sigyn to wake and return to his room before he can ask the first task of her.

To Even Live Loneliness

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darlingsigyn:

Sigyn followed him quietly to the room,thinking about it for a few moments she decided it might of been easier to just keep it open. “I’ll keep the door open for now..I’d feel better if I did.” She told him,she was still thinking about what he had said earlier about her other self,the older one at least. Did he really think she was that young? It may have been a slight gap she was still the same Sigyn.

"An alias?" She questioned before raising an eyebrow. "It wasn’t something I would of thought of but maybe that is a good idea..I’ll think about it in the morning..for now it would be best to get some rest like you said," She said quietly as they walked into the room,it was beautiful compared to the other places she had stayed in,cheap and damp hotels,alleyways behind clubs or even in the park sometimes. 

"There isn’t much I can really say or do to thank you.." Looking up at him she gave a soft smile,the redness on her cheeks just flushed slightly. 

The spirit inclined his head, watching her get a feel of the room. "Indeed. Rest well, Sigyn." He said softly, making sure she was settled in before he turned to go. Then she thanked him and he allowed a little smile in return, noting and saying nothing of that blushing. "We will see about that tomorrow, alright? Have a good night's sleep for once." He replied, before slipping back into his own room, his illusion dispersing.

Taking her in was the right thing to do, especially if she was his wife's twin. But her affection towards him was another matter to consider, making the trickster more than wary of keeping her. Hopefully, he thought, it would eventually diminish once the novelty of discovering him was over. To be honest, he had not engaged Sigyn much prior to the wedding and that thought made him wonder what his twin did that would draw the attention from the lady in such a manner. Again he was reminded that this was her twin and not the one he knew. He had to treat her as much, with the respect he fared for Sif as an example to follow. Even if he could not help the protectiveness he felt.

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