#sif x valkyrie

[taw-k]

I know sifs love interest is supposed to be Thor BUT PLEASE THEY WOULD BE PERFECT!!! Just imagine Sif looking up to Brunhilde as she's a real valkyrie. VAL teaches her some moves, trains with her, they're both half naked and sweaty on the training ground and ONE THING LEADS TO ANOTHER. PLEASEEEE

[crematosis]

[torturedpoetskywalker]

Do you want me to stop?

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100 wc, Marvel - Thor, Brunnhilde | Valkyrie/Sif, Femslash, G-rating, Post-Thor: Love and Thunder, for @marvelfemslashweek, part 3 of Marvel Femslash Week 2023

Summary: Sif acted as she didn't notice, but she felt Valkyrie's eyes on her every day during the kids' training.

[ao3feed-sylki]

Chapters: 4/17 Fandom: Loki (TV 2021), Loki - Fandom Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Loki/Sylvie (Loki TV), Jane Foster/Thor, Brunnhilde | Valkyrie/Sif (Marvel) Characters: Loki (Marvel), Sylvie (Loki TV), Thor (Marvel), Odin (Marvel), Frigga | Freyja (Marvel), Sif (Marvel), Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), Mobius M. Mobius, Hunter C-20 (Marvel) Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Escort Service, Fake/Pretend Relationship Summary:

They’re both professionals in their fields. Loki, an actor. Sylvie, a paid companion.

They know what they’re doing. As a matter of fact, they’re capable of anything- so they say. They can pretend they didn’t grow up hating each other. They can pretend everything is all business. They can lie about being in a relationship for the benefit of Loki gaining his father’s approval. It’s only for a few days. They can pretend to get along for a few days.

They can lie and they can pretend and everything will turn out fine. Hopefully.

 (Story told in first person with POV changes marked at the beginning of every chapter)

[puckwritesstuff]

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💔: give a brief character bio of your 3-5 MCs

MCs for the Love and Thunder arc!

Prince Thor Odinsson - Thor hasn't been home in quite a while, instead he's been spending his time out in the galaxy with the Guardians and on his own. He's been homesick for a while and has decided to visit New Asgard to see his sister-in-law and nephew again.

King Sigyn Heimdallsdóttir - After the defeat of Jörmungandr, Sigyn was given over custody of the dragon's horde, which she has been using to upgrade the infrastructure of New Asgard and finally renovate the Great Hall with new rooms for her and her family.

Queen Loki Friggasson - Loki has settled quite well into his new role as Queen, and is enjoying the comforts of a domestic life with his beloved wife and son. He's been trying to atone for what he's done (and things he hasn't done but people associate him with), but he is in a tentative accord with the rest of the court.

Mayor Brunnhilde - After the first elections in Asgard's history, Brunnhilde was made mayor of New Asgard unanimously (because they didn't quite understand how elections work and no one else was put forward as a candidate). She's very happy being with Sif, but there are still pangs of regret and loss over the rest of the Valkyries.

Dr. Jane Foster - Jane was busy in her lab when she collapsed without warning. Dr. Lewis, her research partner, immediately got her to the hospital where Jane was diagnosed with stage 4 leukemia that had been developing since being exposed to the Aether and the large amount of gamma radiation that involved. She comes to New Asgard to seek an alternative course of treatment and finds something else entirely.

Thank you for the ask!

[sigyns-drafts]

A kiss under the evening sun 🌾☀️

Sif!Reader x Ror Thor

➩ You and Thor after a long day at Valhalla's court finally are let free! You suggest a picnic to Thor, because you know he loves food and nothing more then to spend the rest of his day with you. But he wonders how you'd be able to set one up so quickly?

➩ Reader type: Female reader.

⚠: Just wholesome romantic fluff!

A/N: Hope you enjoy it, it's my first little story after all!! <3

After a lengthy meeting in the majestic court of Valhalla, Thor and Y/n emerged, the weight of their responsibilities momentarily lifted. 

The couple stepped into the golden glow of the late afternoon, holding each other's hands tightly. The air was filled with a strange warmth and sense of excitement.

Y/n, with her long hair flowing in the celestial breeze, turned to Thor with a mischievous smile. 

"How about we escape the formality for a while and enjoy a peaceful picnic in the fields?" 

Y/n suggested, lovingly lifting the hand she had held Thor's hand with, to cup his strong face.

Thor, ever the warrior with a heart that longed for simple joys, agreed enthusiastically in his own way, his unchanging face remains the same. 

Though for y/n he would crack a small grin, even blush at the touch of the goddess he loved and admired so much. 

"A picnic sounds..splendid! But how do you plan to organise it on such short notice?" he asks, his yellow eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Y/n chuckled to herself, the golden jewellery she wore around her wrists clicking softly against the keys she kept hanging off her side. 

"Fear not, my dear Thunderer. For I have orchestrated many tea parties and picnics, I know a thing or two about creating delightful gatherings."

"Heh, If you say so y/n..i believe you~"

Thor grunts happily, his grin still remaining. Y/n really did bring joy and more of a purpose to his life. 

Later when they strolled through the celestial fields, a place they had originally met a long time ago.

Y/n brought out a basket filled with fruits, nectar from the divine flowers, and an assortment of heavenly treats. 

All things she knew Thor would enjoy after such a long day! 

A blanket appeared beneath y/n's fingertips, woven with threads from the golden looms of Asgard.

Y/n smiles proudly as she watches Thor's eyes widen in surprise. 

"When were you able to do this love..?"

Thor asks once more, rather confused that he hadn't seen this side of her abilities. Y/n just winks at Thor, ever so gleeful to have taken Thor by surprise. 

She knew how unpredictable she could be, but that's what made her so interesting and for Thor to keep his attention on her. 

"Looks like you'll have to pay more attention to me now, huh~?"

Under the radiant sun of Asgard, Thor and y/n found the perfect spot with a gorgeous view of the golden fields surrounding them. 

They sat down together on top of the gold woven blanket and with y/n's magical touch, she adorned the surroundings with long crops that seemed to dance around them. Pulling the godly couple closer. 

The mighty god of thunder watched in awe as y/n effortlessly transformed the space into a haven of tranquillity.

Thor felt his cheeks flush red like his long locks, his heart beat raising and a familiar warmth build up inside his muscular body. 

"By my father's beard, you truly are a marvel, y/n" Thor exclaimed, admiration gleaming in his piercing yellow eyes.

Y/n grinned, her basket at her side as she settled onto the blanket. "A god's skills extend beyond the battlefield, my dear. Now, let us relish in what I've packed us."

Y/n was going to reach into the basket to pull out the fruits and snacks, but before she was able to put them on the golden blanket, Thor's tall and muscular frame leaned over y/n's smaller body. 

Thor reached out, his fingers gently tracing the side of Y/n's face. A mixture of vulnerability and passion played across his strong features. 

Y/n couldn't help but soften in response to Thor's touch. Without uttering a word, Thor leaned in, their warm soft lips meeting in a kiss.

It was a merging of two souls bound by destiny. The world around them seemed to fade away as they lost themselves in the embrace, surrounded by the rustling crops and the fading light of day.

The kiss lingered, a testament to the depth of their connection. When they finally pulled away, a silent understanding passed between them.

No words were needed to express the complex emotions that had woven themselves into the fabric of that shared moment. As they stood together in the field of crops, bathed in the dying sunlight. 

"I love you so much Y/N..now let us feast~♡"

[dhampiravidi]

love

the ideal ship, if not the ideal romantic relationship, is one where both partners (assuming there are only two partners) have respect for each other. they are willing to compromise and they look out for each other. in other words: either person can be considered "babygirl".

you know who they are.

[ryebread-x]

Some shameless Sifgyn art because I like this silly little crackship

[perilousxrealm]

REST [from SIF to VALKYRIE | post sparring] / accepting. @yearnstarved

The breeze is welcome on her tired limbs; still somewhat sore and out of practice after being bedridden for so long. Weeks have passed slowly since God Butcher nearly took her life and certainly took her kidney, and only recently did she start feeling like herself again.

Though her body is littered with physical scars of many battles she has gone through, those unseen never quite healed; the most recent one is still tears at her heartstrings every time she is this far out of the village, and on the cliffside where Jane's statue now rests; a monument the King herself insisted on raising in memory of the one who saved them all.

First several days that she's come here were lonely and sad, and many tears were shed for the loss of yet another sister, of another friend that has found her final rest in Valhalla; now far beyond her reach.

And yet, on the fifth day of her recovery, another has joined her for the first time, and did not leave her side ever since— Lady Sif, a warrior as beautiful as she was fierce, and days passed easily between them in conversation and laughter; while both of them gained back their strength and started training again.

Today is such a day, the King's favorite, and they are both laughing as they sit down on the yellowing grass, with vast sea in front of them and Jane's statue at their backs. The King's eyebrows raise in surprise as the raven head lowers itself down on her lap, but she objects not. Instead, she puts Dragonfang down beside them to place a gloved hand on a forehead and brush her thumb across it.

"Are you doing alright? Have I kicked your ass too hard today?"

[sigyn-foxyposts]

"Thor, Sif and a baby Thrud!"

Thrud is such a smol bebe! Lucky her and Sif for having such a handsome daddy (respectfully) 🤭💕

Should I make this my own Sif design? :0

[itshaejinju]

Marvel Mafia Headcanons

The Asgardian Mob

Boss - Odin “All Father” Borson

Consigliere - Thor “God of Thunder” Odinson

Underboss - Loki “God of Mischief” Laufeyson

Caporegime - Heimdall

Caporegime - Valkyrie

Caporegime - Sif

Each Caporegime (Captain) has a Soldato (Soldier) under them who manages a score of associates a piece.

The main means of business is money laundering, horse racing and distribution of Asguardian mead in the local speak easy.

Odin has been the Don for a long time his group has been on top for a very long time. He’s been in bloody and gruesome battles keeping a firm grip on his territory. His two sons one biological, Thor and adopted Loki from a now defunct(supposedly) mafia family the Frost Giants, in his attempts to take claim over their territory.

Thor the Consigliere aka the right hand man the invisible fist that crushes. Thor might not as traditional in the role with his hammer and power of lighting. But none disputes that he is meant to dole out justice for the family and taking care of the tasks beset on him to bring good fortune to the family. Heavy sits the position on his shoulders knowing that one day he will take over his fathers mantle at the head of the table but he knows he will do fine with his brother taking up his old position.

Loki as an underboss does the most versatile work of all of them. He manages all the daily work and does the dirty things no one wants to do. He spends a lot of time at the speak easy establishments that are in their territory hearing secrets and spreading mischief for the sake of it. He wants to be the Don Boss he wants the brass ring he is if anything a patient man. Loki is very skilled at his job always one step above the rest. He meets Y/N at the speak easy “Slow Pour” where this unassuming Midgardian witch works as a lounge singer who bewitches his very soul.

Heimdall is the top decorated captain he is the elite team. He sees all and keeps the brunt of the injuries to a minimum. He manages the horse race racketeering and miscellaneous betting business adventures.

Valkyrie can be a hot head but she manages to pull off the riskiest missions and brings home the best stories. She manages all of the imported mead and self proclaimed head of quality control.

Sif is the most sensible in her operations, the money laundering run at several traveling food vendors. The food carts vary so much that it is hard to track and the food sells so well the money washes out quickly. Not once has her vendors be suspected of any wrong doing by the cops.

|| Part 2 The Avenger Mob Family ||

[gammacousin]

Finding Skaar

And that’s a wrap!

[gloriousburden]

personally, i do not ship loki with anyone. but out of genuine curiosity… i’d like to see what the most popular loki ship on here is.

(disclaimer: like i said, i do not ship loki with anyone. if there is a ship you disagree with here, please do not get mad at me simply because i added it as an option. i am just genuinely curious to see who you guys ship loki with, and some of these ships are perhaps… controversial. me putting these ships here does not mean i necessarily endorse/approve of any of them. i don’t really know how tumblr feels about thorki anymore, but i added it simply because i’d like to answers from every side possible. and also because i would like to know how tumblr currently feels about them! i’ve been wondering if it is still the most popular ship here, even though they haven’t been on screen together in so long. or if people think it’s like… really weird and are less tolerant of it now. once again i am not endorsing ANY of these ships. feel more than welcome to state your honest opinions on any of these ships, but please do not harass others for having an opinion that differs from your own.)

also forgive me if i forgot any. i put all the ones i remembered 😭😭😭 please rb for reach

[amphitriteswife]

Sounds Of Broken Memories

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Pairing: ! Loki x Sigyn reader

Warings: latest chapter incident

Disclaimer: Sigyn belongs to @miss-seanymph-pani. This shit kinda badly written tbh

Setting: normal au!

Source: shuumatsu no Valkyrie/ Record of Ragnarok

Characters: brunhilde, Sigyn reader, Loki

Genre: angst

Tags: @shark-queen-101 @tinyy-tea-cup @vilereign @monstertreden @nicasdreamer @jonquilclegane @riseofamoonycake @imperfectbloodmoon @swallowtail-lotus @gabelesimp @sigyn-foxyposts @heldril @bromeliae @brokensenseofhumor @telvess @salmonpoki

Language: English

Note: I got inspired by my own feelings? Mostly sadness cause i just tried to put feelings into words.

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How long has it been since the last time he saw you? He doesn’t remember, all he knows is that he knows that’s it’s way too long. Loki closed his eyes and plopped onto his bed. The feeling of regret and embarrassment flooding over him. How could he ever show his face? Not only did he piss off the gods by wanting to side with Brunhilde, his wife divorced him in the process which only pissed the Nordic gods more, but some gods of other pantheons too. The image of the other gods looking at him with pity worried him more than their anger. Odin had been quiet but his silence spoke enough for him to know that he shouldn’t do anything reckless. Thor could only look at him with pity, he was never one to show many emotions but it was clearer than ever. Though, he rather had Thor’s pity than the anger of his gold haired wife Sif, who could possibly murder him with one gaze of her anger. It felt as if everyone was against him, and it bothered him greatly. He couldn’t help but feel even more emotions, it scared him. How could someone as mischievous as him feel like this? He never cared how other’s felt by his antics…so why does he care now? He didn’t know. He never felt this way…not until now…He sighed again and put his arm over his eyes. He felt a wave of strong emotions overwhelm him, in a way to hold himself together he bit his lower lip very hard. He was sure that was going to leave a mark. He closed his eyes wanting to get away from everything. The feelings. The hurt. The confusion of what he feels.

Loki felt his eyes water a bit and pushed himself of the bed. He paced around the room a bit. His hands finding it’s way to his face. His breath got heavier. The realization and the weight of the situation getting even more intense. It feels suffocating, it felt as if there were a million hands on his body, all representing things it could be. Guilt? Regret? Hurt? Realization? He couldn’t pin point it. But there was one that he could…one that made him suffocate….The hands gripping on his neck, it felt as of someone was choking him…or was it to tell hom that it was his really his fault? Or was it to tell him that the guilt was weighing on him? He tried his best, he really tried, to not let the suffocation get to him. But it got too much…so much and he bursted in tears. It looked so pathetic doesn’t it? A person who hurt others crying for something he done. Knowing he can’t take it back. Knowing he’ll have to live with this guilt. The guilt of hurting his Sigyn, the guilt of his family being broken up because of him. The guilt of the pantheon losing a precursor Valkyrie because of him, the guilt of acting as of he is a victim, when in reality he is the one who hurt her. It’s pathetic. So pathetic. A god isn’t supposed to be like this. A god doesn’t cry. A god doesn’t show mercy or remorse. A god doesn’t care what he does. Especially not the Loki, the got of mischief. Then why was he here doing all the things he wasn’t supposed to do? Why was he being pathetic? Is he pathetic?

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He doesn’t know. He can’t deny, not confirm. All of this is too much. It’s too much. He can’t handle it. He can’t. It’s too suffocating, too heavy, too strong, too confusing. He doesn’t know. He takes deep breaths. Trying to keep himself together. His breath slowly steadied…a bitter laugh escaping his lips as he lets himself fall to the ground, his back against the wall. Is this what it feels like? ‘Is this what you felt at that moment Sigyn?’ He understands now. It’s a dark pit. A void. A void that crushes you heart, it makes you feel so much yet nothing at the same time. It’s simple yet complicated. It can be your milestone and you’ll get out stronger…or it’ll be your end. He sighed again and pulled himself to his feet. Loki’s eyes drifted to a portrait. A portrait of her. How could he ever have done this to her? She was a strong woman, even when she was human, a Valkyrie or a goddess, during all of them she was strong. He felt so much guilt, instead of being the one she can rely on, the one she can turn to, he was the one who ended up being the one who hurted her. He hated that. He hated that he ever liked brunhilde. He only liked her because she represented his wife. Brunhilde had her own lover and her loyalty to him. He hated it. He hated what he did, he hated what he caused. But above all he hated himself. Loki walked up to the painting, his fingers lingering on the dried paint. It touched it as of it could crack if he put to much pressure. His eyes scanned over the painting, taking in every detail. Her hair, her face, her eyes, her lips, everything. He needs to remember it. He needs to know. He needs to see her again. He must. He has to. Yet he can’t. He’s to scared. To afraid. Afraid of facing what he caused. Afraid of seeing hurt and sadness in her eyes that once held love and kindness for him.

Loki felt his stomach drop. He began to doubt everything. What if he wasn’t going to see her again. What if she moved on…then…he has nothing left. He’ll lose everything. He doesn’t want it. He knows now. He knows. He knows that he wants only her and not Brunhilde….is it to late? Too late to say sorry? Too late to tell her how much he loves her…how much he would take it all back? Too late to choose for her? He doesn’t want that to happen… He suddenly realized that he was gripping the golden frame of the painting too hard. He missed her…he can’t explain it. This room…this floor…this palace…it doesn’t feel like home anymore… he sighs and softly pressed his forehead against the glass of the painting. He won’t hear her laughs anymore. He won’t see her smile or her scoff when he pulls a prank, he won’t see her look at him again…he won’t see her enjoy the nature of the Norse landscape again… Loki’s form trembled against the painting. That’s right. What made this a home. His home. Was her. She was the one that felt as of he was at home…not the palace or the broken memories they shared…Just her. She was enough.

Parallel lines never meet. They go on forever and ever, but never touch. Same goes for perpendicular lines. They meet once, but they’ll drift apart forever…perhaps they were meant to drift apart…

[puckwritesstuff]

3. Bruni and Sif

3. A and B have a snowball fight (bonus if A flirts with B to distract B)

Thank you for the ask!

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Lady Sif dove behind a snow back, a few yards away from where the town was almost finished being built. Snowballs sailed past, over her head, and she waited a few moments. She pulled her shield off her back. As Brunnhilde came around, Sif used the shield to scoop up a pile of snow and dump it on her. Brunnhilde gasped and then grabbed Sif by the waist and pulled her to the ground. They fell in the snow, laughing.

“I haven’t had that much fun since before Sakaar,” Brunnhilde said.

“The way you and Sig describe Sakaar, I highly doubt there was nothing to do there,” Sif said.

Brunnhilde shrugged. “It’s mostly a haze, really. And it’s not like Sig was having the best time either.”

“She had one night of fun, we know that for certain,” Sif said.

“I was surprised,” Brunnhilde said. “Though Sakaar does mess with time, so perhaps it’s not that strange.”

“Perhaps what’s not strange?” Sif asked.

“That she was able to get pregnant,” Brunnhilde said.

“How would that be strange?” Sif asked.

“From what we could tell, with what we knew about Jotuns at the time,” Brunnhilde said, “Jotun children are only born in the fall. December at the latest, really, and only if something’s wrong with the child, physically.”

Sif blinked.

“What, did you learn something different in the time I’ve been gone?” Brunnhilde asked.

“We didn’t learn anything like that,” Sif said. “Are you saying that Jotuns have a mating period? Because that’s not how Loki seemed to… work.”

“Not precisely, that was just when they were—”

“On second thought, no,” Sif said. “I don’t need to know the mating habits of Sigyn’s dead husband, thank you.”

“Slept with him, didn’t you?”

“It was once, he wasn’t a he at the time, and if you tell anyone, I will kill you, last Valkyrie or no,” Sif said.

Brunnhilde laughed. “I don’t doubt it. You fight like my sisters.”

Sif paused. “Oh.”

“Something wrong with that?” Brunnhilde asked.

“No, I just…” Sif shook her head. “I had always wondered if… If I’d been there, back then, would I have…”

“Well, if it means anything, I never meant for the Valkyries to go away forever,” Brunnhilde said. “And neither did Odin. At least, that’s what he told me when I said I couldn’t stay.”

Sif got up and offered a hand to Brunnhilde.

“You don’t have a place yet, right?” she said. “Come back to mine. I’ll make some mulled wine and we can get you out of those wet clothes.”

“Promise?” Brunnhilde asked, raising an eyebrow.

Sif blinked, not expecting that response. Brunnhilde used the distraction to throw a handful of snow at her. Sif stepped back, laughing. Brunnhilde laughed with her, standing up.

“Sure, I’ll take you up on that,” she said.