#siv speaks

[sirspeep]

the way he was FULLY looking at dreamstat here. we all joked about it, we all had a laugh, "ahah dream lestat told him to say no" HE DID. HE FUCKING DID.

[kittyskitty-pokehub]

//yall what if Siobhan had an umbreon and had way less therapy bills....

[howl-at--the-sun]

Gus Grissom for the bingo?

will forever be salty about how tom wolfe did my boy dirty :(

[shitposting-puppet]

@bishipsaremyships Denichii siv

[mewtwoandme]

Could Jeo relate to this? Does Siv like Candy corn?

I would take more pleasure in eating an actual candle than ingesting that garbage you call candy...

What exactly is candy corn?

An abomination. And speaking as a former man made abomination myself, that's saying a lot

Oh...

[ahamkara-apologist]

people gotta start thinking critically about destiny's conflicts. of course the vanguard is on the side of the 'good guys' a lot of the time due to the witness going "its shaping time" and witnessing all over the place but there's been a good many times it's just been a war. a bloody, painful war where two sides fought only for survival. both sides did pretty horrible things, because both sides believed the other had to be driven away or killed if there was any hope of survival. I wonder what things would have been like if the factions had come across golden age earth, though- maybe there would have been next to no fighting at all, and the eliksni would have been allies way earlier

no fr, people need to understand that the issue with the Eliksni-Human wars is that they were both about survival, rather than how the rest of the conflicts we experienced worked. With Ghaul, it was about conquest. With the Witness, it was about preventing the total extinction of the known universe. But with the Eliksni, it was always about survival. Raiding gangs hit human civilizations not because of pure malice, but because the Eliksni were just as starved for resources as we were after the collapse. This isn't to say that they didn't also kill out of cruelty, because of course many of them did, but killing human children because the alternative is starvation for your own hatchlings is not some great transgression like people paint it as. It's just life in a time of great scarcity. It's only a step above simple predation, and that does not account for the massive scope of retaliation that humankind did in return. As far as I'm concerned, we're equally matched in terms of awful shit being done to each other

I was just reading the Stolen Intelligence and it starts off with the account of a Hidden agent who was speaking about the need to prevent Eliksni unification, how the near-complete collapse of their society was a good thing for the goal of eradicating them from Sol, and which Eliksni in particular needed to be destroyed to prevent Eliksni reunification. Granted, this was from Season of the Drifter, so it's outdated, but even accounting for human-Eliksni aggression, its fucking horrifying to hear about a people who only came to Sol because of the near-complete annihilation of their home planet. Here are the excerpts.

The recent trending emergence of so-called "crime syndicates" (cf. report #004-FALLEN-SIV) is emblematic of the continuing destructuralization of Fallen society. Likely an artifact of multi-generational colonization of human strongholds, this agent believes that because these syndicates have no relation to indigenous Fallen culture, young Fallen are appropriating and imitating human mythology in absence of a strong cultural heritage of their own. Much like the dissolution of the Kell/Archon theology, this is positive news for those interested in the complete extirpation of invasive Fallen from the system.

This isn't about settling a war, this is about extermination of a species through cultural genocide. But wait, let's hear what this agent has to say about Misraaks. You know, our buddy Misraaks? Our best dude that we're working our asses off trying to save?

VIP #3987, another former confederate of the Awoken, is a lesser-known personality known as Mithrax. Scattered field reports suggest that like #1121, #3987 styles himself a Kell of the so-called "House Light," an otherwise unknown House apparently founded by #3987 himself. We have secondhand accounts that Mithrax has engaged in allied operations with Guardians in the field, though we have not as yet been able to corroborate these accounts with any degree of veracity. This agent is inclined to treat these reports with a healthy degree of skepticism until otherwise confirmed, as they may be propaganda from Fallen sympathizers in the Old Russian and Red War Guardian cohorts. We have requested intelligence records from the Awoken which may further clarify the matter. In addition, whatever the findings of said intelligence records may be, it should be stressed that one or two sympathetic outliers cannot be relied upon to erase the wrongs of past centuries, nor should their good-faith efforts to correct the sins of their forebears be taken as sufficient symbolic reparation.

Charming. This is bad enough, but listen to what they had to say about Eramis. Now try to tell me again that she's being a bitch for not trusting us, when this was how they were speaking about her barely a few years before she was captured by us in Revenant.

VIP #2029, a once-known personality known as Eramis, or Eramis, the Shipstealer. A House Devils Baroness incarcerated during the Wolf Wars, #2029 successfully fled the Prison of Elders during the mass escape orchestrated by #1121. #2029 is a classical Fallen pirate of the old ways: vicious, uncompromising, and possessing cunning of the highest degree. Field reports indicate that she is rallying violent dissidents to reconstruct House Devils from the ground up. This agent believes her to be the most viable candidate for universal Fallen reunification, and would urge the Vanguard and other interested leadership to aggressively prioritize her destruction. We have come too far to pull our punches now.

This goes beyond simple warfare. The Eliksni did not hold any sufficient power to actually destroy the Last City since the Final Attempt. This Hidden agent wanted complete annihilation. This is talking about going around a beaten-down people that barely holds any more legitimate threats to the Last City and systematically wiping out any attempt for them to even reform their society on the minute basis that they might be able to mount an attack. This is calling for the utter annihilation of a society that suffered an apocalypse that was quite possibly worse than what we suffered in the Collapse, after they were already beaten.

Like, idk, maybe I'm just being extra sensitive bc I live in America, but family is Iranian, so I've been hearing our government talk about how they need to eradicate Middle Eastern threats before they ever come to fruition. But like. Holy fucking shit. We were not the good guys in this scenario. This doesn't make the Eliksni the saints, either, but it's very, very fucking clear that we weren't fighting for the greater good, either. There is no reason that military operations should ever go this far when the enemy is already as good as defeated. It's frankly a fuckin' miracle that any Eliksni are putting any faith in us at all, and it's really only because there's no other option at this point than to try to cozy up to our good side to avoid annihilation.

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[negative-speedforce]

Good Form

Ft. @shrinkthisviolet's Morgan Wells (RF!Morgan Variant) and my OC Siv Thawne. Takes place shortly before this. Happy birthday!

"Your form is off."

Morgan could sense the person standing behind her before she even heard them speak. The lightning in her veins reacted to their presence, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up on end. Morgan turned around slowly, ready to face off with whoever this was.

A small yet heavily muscular young woman stood behind Morgan, bloodstained bandages wrapped around her knuckles. Her hair was dark, cropped, and coily, and a scar ran over one eye, cutting through her left eyebrow.

"I'm Siv. She/they." They held out a hand for Morgan to shake. Morgan noticed the lightning bolt shaved into the side of her hair, and the lightning bolt-shaped industrial piercing in their ear. If they were a speedster, which they probably were, they weren't exactly subtle.

"Morgan. She/her."

"I know." Siv waved her off, nonchalant. Morgan frowned hesitantly. Who was this, anyway? "I saw you're having trouble with the bag. Mind if I show you the works?"

Morgan took her hand, a spark of lightning passing from Siv's hand into hers. Morgan pulled her hand back in shock. "Ow!"

"I tend to have that effect on people." Siv shrugged. "First of all, your hands are wrapped wrong. You have to wrap the knuckles individually, you can't just wad it around your hand like fucking toilet paper and hope for the best."

"How do you know all this?"

"What, stuff about boxing or about you?" Siv looked up, a knowing look in gray-blue eyes that seemed far too familiar. "Because either way, it's not every day you meet someone else who was raised a weapon."

Morgan took a step back, narrowing her eyes. "Who are you?"

"Sivonne Alessandra Thawne, at your service." Siv took a bow, keeping her eyes fixed on Morgan. It was clear that Siv was just as uneasy around Morgan as she was around them, even with their nonchalant exterior. "Before you ask- no, I'm not working with him, and yes, I am his child."

"Why did you come here?" Morgan adjusted her hand wraps, the way Siv had shown her. "Obviously not just to teach me to punch."

"No." Siv replied, standing by the punching bag. "First, you have to keep one foot forward- the nondominant one. I'm a southpaw, so I've got my right one forward, but you might want to lead with your left."

"Southpaw?"

"Lefty." Siv clarified. "Sorry, I've been in Muay Thai since I was in fuckin' Pull-Ups, so the language is pretty ingrained."

Morgan nodded. "I'm also left-handed."

"If you're left-handed, you're going to want to lead with your right. Keep your hand closed tightly, and don't tuck in your thumb or you're going to break your whole fucking hand, got it?" Siv explained, making a faux strike at the punching bag to show Morgan her technique.

Morgan clenched her fist, throwing her weight forward. Her fist met the punching bag, sending it swinging backward. "Like that?"

"Good." Siv nodded, turning to leave. "Keep it up. You'll need it."

"Wait." Morgan paused, suspicious. "Why are you actually here?"

"I heard you've caught a bit of heat here." Siv replied. "Thought you might need somewhere to go."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because I've been you." Siv held out a small sticky note with an address on it, 'Earth-2002' written in parentheses at the bottom. "I know what it's like to be stuck in between a rock and a hard place. And I could use a little help getting rid of my universe's Eobard problem."

"So that's why you're here." Morgan narrowed her eyes. "You need an exterminator."

"And you need an ally." Siv countered. "One day they're all going to turn on you, and you're going to be alone. When that happens, you're going to need someone on your side. I'm offering to be that person."

"I don't take that from strangers." Morgan replied. In a flash of lightning, she dashed towards Siv, who caught her by the arm, fingers digging into her flesh.

Siv grinned, baring their teeth, more as a threat than a gesture of joy. Something about Siv seemed to burn into Morgan, the tingles in her stomach turning to full-on nausea. "Rule number one that most people learn? Don't test me. I make a far better ally than enemy."

"So I hear." Morgan pulled her arm from Siv's grasp. "I'll think about your offer."

"Don't forget what I said." Siv gestured to the punching bag. "Otherwise, you're going to break something."

Morgan got the feeling that they meant something more than just her hand, but chose to let it go. Siv threw a few more mock punches, just for appearances, then unwrapped her knuckles, which were surprisingly pristine considering the blood on the wraps (someone else's?) and turned to leave.

"You need an ally." Siv said as she left. "Chances are, you're not going to find one around here."

[necroticyuzu]

Thx for tagging me in this fun little "Get to know your Tav/Durge" tag game @falcatamandarina. Was hard to figure out who to write about since I got a fair amount of Tav/Durge's but landed on my current 4th playthrough.

Since I'm new on Tumblr again and still getting to know people I legit have no idea who to tag without feeling like I'm being bothersome. So feel no pressure to join in this tagging game you who got tagged. @tealfling, @the-biggest-soup & @voloslobotomyservice

Name: Tamia Geraldottir

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Heterosexual

MBTI: INTJ-A (added this because I find this stuff fun)

O T H E R

Family: Her father Gerald, a Half-Dwarf who managed to woo her traveling mercenary Orc mother Vel who then had her and her younger sister Sarina during their rocky relationship. With their mother mostly traveling only to see her 2-3 times a year if lucky, they were primarily raised by their father. Tamia gets along with their knowledge-loving father while adventure-seeking younger sister Sarina once old enough went to travel with their mother. They also have paternal grandparents Dwarf Grandfather Bendal and Human Grandmother Siv.

Birthplace: Blackgate in Baldur's Gate and where she lived up until her early 20's when she moved to Waterdeep for work.

Job: She's a Record Keeper and Cleric at the Font of Knowledge in Waterdeep in the service of Oghma.

Phobia: Acrophobia that started out mildly as a kid from falling off the roof of her family home to then get worse as she fell out from a giant tower in her late teens.

Guilty pleasure: Reading Smut during work hours when in need of a break from record keeping and with no one around to witness and judge her.

Hobbies: Experimenting with food recipes she finds from different countries with mixed results.

M O R A L S

Alignment: Neutral Good

Sins: Terrible at keeping secrets because they tend to speak first only to realize soon after that "maybe mentioning this sensitive part was not such a good idea?". She has worked on it since she was a kid but every once in a while, she slips up once again.

Virtues: Offer healing to those who are in need of it, share your knowledge with those who wish to learn, and treat others with the same kindness that you wish others to treat you. Take what she offers for granted or abuse it and you'll lose those privileges until proven worthy of it again.

T H I S O R T H A T

Introverted / Extroverted (An Extroverted Introvert)

Organized / Disorganized (Assumed dead if things are in Disarray)

Close minded / Open minded

Calm / Anxious / Restless

Disagreeable / Agreeable

Cautious / Reckless / In between

Patient / Impatient / In between

Outspoken / Reserved

Leader / Follower / Flexible

Empathetic / Unempathetic

Optimist / Pessimist / Realist (With a mix of Optimism)

Traditional / Modern / In between

Hardworking / Lazy ("What do you mean it's already dinner time?")

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

OTP: Ohh sweet Rolan! Tamia had no idea how deep she'd fallen for him until some months after the Netherbrain while she'd been helping him explore every nook and cranny of the tower to then record-keep everything they'd have found together.

Other ships: In an alternative universe that would have been Gale (which is who she romanced in-game)

Brotp: Conversations with Gale about random facts they've both learned through books has been a great activity to keep sane while tadpoled. Karlach's ability to bring out Tamia's more playful self is also a breath of fresh air that she didn't know she needed in life. As for other "tav's" that joined then Yarmaes the Drow Bard has been a great friend and resource for new information to learn from his unusual upbringing alone.

Notp: Lorroakan she'd gladly yeet out the window from the top floor of Ramazith's Tower with no means to save himself from gravity.

[finite-breakpoints]

frozen (Angstpril 2024, #2)

"What do you think his render's gonna be like, when he gets here?"

"Not sure. But he didn't seem too worried about it. And he can always change it again, if he's not happy with it." Demeter looks up from her datapad for a tick, a sharp frown creasing her brow. "Relax, Yori. Pacing a track into the floor won't get him here any faster."

"He wasn't worried about it because he didn't think the System was gonna recompile him." It comes out sharper than Yori should really be speaking to her sister -- but right now, she's not sure she can help it… or that she cares. "It's gonna take time to fix again, if it's not right. And Siv deserves better than for the first thing he sees in the mirror to be wrong… again."

"I never said he doesn't."

"I know, I know." You did, though, the first time. And you wonder why he doesn't talk to you. "I just… I'm worried about him. He should be here by now, shouldn't he? It's been almost a whole cycle."

Tron wakes up the status screen, and Yori watches the waves of compiler output scroll past, too fast to read, even if she could understand it. Lots of warnings.

"Still going." He follows her gaze, squeezes her hand. "Remember what Flynn said, before he left? Just because it says there are warnings…"

"Yeah. But a whole cascade of them? That doesn't seem good, does it?"

And no indication of progress, either.

"I don't know," he admits. "His code's fairly complex, isn't it? The automated screener could be taking a while."

"Or it could have flagged him." Demeter already seems resigned to it. Faintly disappointed at most, but even that might be a stretch. She's got just as much code in common with him as Yori does, just about -- but it's never seemed to matter. "Flynn never cleaned up his database, right? Still got all those fragments of malicious code kicking around in there."

"No." The idea of it -- of her brother not being here -- is catastrophic. "Siv wouldn't let him. Said the System deserved a chance to learn from what happened to us, what it took to fix... and then he'd let the System decide what to do with him afterward."

"Figures. Did this to himself, then."

Yori knows, of course, that the System doesn't see intent, or sense of purpose, or kindness… just code. Maybe all it sees is that list of malware signatures -- something meant to teach it, but… does it know that?

"Maybe," Yori says tonelessly. "But that doesn't mean he deserves it."

And as if in reply, the compiler's output stops. Freezes in place, the last message a cryptic error. Critical.

Tron steadies her as something in her code drops, dizzy and vertiginous.

::It's okay. Flynn can override it, or fix whatever isn't working.::

::He doesn't want that.::

::It might not be a major issue, Yori. Let's at least let Flynn take a look, okay?::

But she doesn't have an answer for him.

Demeter turns off the screen.

[sirspeep]

[thedomesticanthropologist]

Extremely important and serious question: does Sivvus ride like a.. normal, mortal horse? Re. his unintentional sojourn into Faerûn, I think it was mentioned in an earlier post that he was hunting and went through some kind of portal. Do they have, like... normal ass horses in the feywild? Does he own one? (Does it go through the portal with him , or buck him off into it?? Sounds hilarious either way)

I'd say I'd love to talk to the poor thing to hear what kind of stories it'd tell of him, but then I remembered he's a druid. Man knows speak with animals. He's the strangest little disney princess known to man.

His horse is named Pleiades, and they ADORE each other! Plei is a Celestial Charger

Now there's not like, a lot of lore I could pull from, so I did modify. In DND Celestial chargers are all unicorns. Plei is not! He is chaotic good, and looks metallic depending on how the light hits him. However, he is very soft.

Notes from the wiki:

A celestial creature was a creature living on one of the Upper Planes that bore a resemblance to a similar creature on the Material Plane. Often mistaken for half-celestials, these creatures were not nearly so powerful and did not share a bloodline with any of the true celestials. Many celestial creatures were to celestials as animals were to humans of the Material Plane.

He is Large, has dark vision, and higher intelligence than his Material Plane counterpart, the Stallion.

Fun Fact: Sivvus and Pleiades have a silent relationship for the most part! Though Siv does have Speak with Animals, he rarely uses it, and Pleiades is "retired", and not particularly social, so they tend to bond like two old men who shake their fist at children on the lawn but don't actually talk about much.

Sivvus braids Plei's mane and tail and keeps him impeccably groomed. When Siv fell through the portal, there was magic involved that made it so even though Plei was galloping full force forward, only Siv was transported.

Celestial Charger ref from wiki:

Pleiades fancy hair thanks to Sivs very talented hands:

[vexic929]

How would Rania and Dawn get along and/or how would Siv and Megitsune get along?

ooooooooooh Siv and Megitsune I think would get along pretty well honestly as long as they could get past the communication barrier as Megitsune only speaks in Japanese - Megitsune isn't one for murder personally, she tries not to even though her weapon of choice is katana, but she'd totally get the desire for patricide in Siv's situation and may even offer her assistance XD

Rania and Dawn would get along similarly to how Rania and Eo get along I think, Dawn's personality is pretty similar to Eobard's

[heimdallsram]

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title: perennial

pairing: heimdall x female! goddess! reader

"You were a goddess of oaths and vows. It was only fitting that Odin would bind you to his service in only the most ironic way that he knew how: marriage."

this fanfiction contains the following: domestic violence, blood, gore, choking, violent sexual content, bad BDSM etiquette, non-consensual somnophilia, blood drinking, unhealthy relationships, and much more content that may be sensitive to some readers. reader discretion is advised.

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 When Heimdall returned to lift, he was brooding. He did not taunt you the entire ride up the wall, and never once did he even open his mouth to speak to you. You responded in kind, keeping your eyes on your feet. You did not regret what you had said to him; it had been the truth, after all, and had done its intended job. But still, you felt that Siv was… too overpowering. She had told you how to leave your body for a brief moment of time, but she had not explained in detail how that would be successful. And she had said something to him, too, from the way his face drew tight in thought. You had no memory of it, no matter how much you searched in your and Siv’s shared mind space, and that worried you.

 And… she was blocking you. In every way imaginable, she had forcefully excised your ability to enter your own mind realm completely. You felt nothing when you tried to reach for the knowledge of your previous lives. You were grasping at thin wisps of smoke and ash that drifted to the wind faster than you could gather them.

 A cool breeze began to blow as you trudged along the top of the wall. It snuck down your dress and clung to your skin. Gooseflesh sprouted in places you could not see. You crossed your arms against your chest to quell the shiver you felt in your spine and turned to face the sun, which was, coincidentally, also in the direction of the little Midgardian settlement just outside the wall. They were observing the both of you while doing their chores for the day, churning butter, working metal, tilling small sections of field, the like. The children you had watched make their vow waved and clapped to get your attention, and with your heart soft still with their promise, you lifted your hand and waved back.

 “You would wave to the mongrels?” His first words were dripping with derision. The chill had no effect on him, it seemed, for his skin was clear of gooseflesh—only a mild five o’ clock shadow had grown, indicative that he had not shaved before getting up to monitor you for Odin. The sun caught the blond in his braids at just the right angle, the returning light bright to your eyes. “They do not even know who you are.”

 Your smile faded slowly and, after a moment, you dropped your hand. “Is it so bad to give them some attention? They are what make us strong. They worship us.”

 “No one worships you.”

 “Perhaps.” The little girl and boy continued to wave and dance for you. “But I know they worship a false image of you, Heimdall. All of the gods, they worship theses… twisted versions of them. It may be different, inside these walls, but to them, we are their protectors, their overseers. Ignoring them would be foolish.”

 “Listening to them would make you no better than Tyr.” Heimdall turned away. “I tire of your pretty words and hypocritical moods.”

 You turned to him, eyebrows drawn in confusion. The sun cast you into shadow, cold filling the recesses of where it had once shone upon you. “Pretty words and hypocritical moods? Surely you do not speak of me of those things.”

 “You lie to yourself daily. Don’t think I don’t notice.” He rolls his eyes but the gesture is lost to the indignation that is currently suffusing his person with animated energy. “Strolling the grounds? Eating with Sif? Helping the All-Father? All of it is to fill some desperate longing you feel to be a true goddess and it makes me sick.”

 “There is nothing I seek from your family that they do not offer,” you reply stiffly. He truly knew how to hit far below the belt. “Being bound here like chattel does not change that.”

 “Ah, yes, the Collar of Repentance,” he said in a drawled hiss. He reached for the golden metal cord around your neck, fingers pulling the lengths towards him. You were forced to follow, until he was close enough that he could read the runes on the gold, count the individual frown lines around your mouth. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly, some emotion flickering inside them that you had never seen. “Father told me you were stupid enough to sell the object of your confinement to some merchant in Vanaheim.”

 You pressed your lips together tightly. He was just close enough that you were tempted to push him off the wall and watch him fall, fall, fall, all the way down to the corner of the training barracks where he would land with a sickening crack. You would watch him from the top, observe the way brain matter and blood and fluid all spread from his body in a crimson pool, and then you would run for as long as the spells would let you. But if you pushed him now, you would go with him, and you had a feeling that Odin would draw you back faster than you wanted.

 “I was a child.”

 “A foolish one.”

 “A starving one.” You stepped back, but he did not release the collar and you felt it pull against your skin. “Release me.”

 He never acknowledged you. His eyes were trained on the gold between his fingers, thumbing the lengths between his index and thumb thoughtfully. “I never was one for sharing my things.”

 “Excuse me?” You choked out.

 “This allows my father to control you, does it not?” He jerked on it harshly and you brought your hands up to his chest to keep from running into him entirely. “Keeps you awake for days on end, which also, somehow, manages to keep me awake, and shortens my temper. I wonder if I break it, if it will stop.”

 Your eyes drew up to his face, widening at the contemplation you could see dawning upon him. “It cannot be broken. And it is not the collar, but the marriage vow that bothers you.”

 “So you can see it, after all.” Heimdall released the collar and you stumbled back, just to the edge of the wall. You could feel your right heel scrape over nothing but thin air. “I had thought it was you. It was just too convenient, how you were able to see vows and oaths and whatever the fuck else it is you do.”

 “You can’t really blame me,” you huffed. Your fingers touched the raw skin where the collar had pulled. “While fighting you is entertaining, I am miserable here. Seeing you suffer is the only joy I can experience. And this damned collar enforces fidelity.”

 “Does it now?” He raised an eyebrow. “That explains quite a few things, but none of it quite adds up to how you know the names of my mothers.”

 Oh, Siv, you have truly dug me the biggest hole imaginable.

 So you told him the truth. “I do not know the names of your mothers, Heimdall.”

 “No, no, not you, the other you.” He waited for realization to come upon your face, but it never came. He frowned. “The one that oozes power and looks as if she could kill me. Not ringing any bells? Oh, the All-Father is in for a treat.”

 “You won’t be telling Odin anything.” With a firm metaphysical hand and a sneer, you seized the bond and pulled at one of the vows. He made a strange choking sound and reached for his navel. “You see, our vows—as impersonal as they were—included loyalty to each other. Odin was never in that equation; when it comes to me, I will always, always win.”

 You released the vow cautiously. It thrummed yellow between your fingertips, buzzing angrily.

 You continued,”You can try to fight it. But these are permanently binding. I know that best. And I may not be a goddess of any worth, or renown, or power, but know this, dear husband: I am stronger in other ways. Stronger than you could ever imagine. And you would be wrong to treat me as if I am something insignificant, an ant to be crushed under your boot. You hate me, yes, but I can make your very existence something you will regret until the end of your days. This I swear.”

 “You bitch,” he coughed. He straightened unsteadily, eyes unfocused and hazy. “I would gladly go to Hel if it meant I could escape you.”

 “You could try.” You watched him with a strange gleam in your eye as he tried to ignore the way the vow was forcing him to keep secrets from Odin. It was likely that he already knew of what had occurred through his ravens, but it gave you some sick sense of pleasure to reveal the power you had over his little lap dog. “You might even succeed. But where you go, I will follow, and one day you will have nowhere to run as Ragnarok breathes down your neck.”

 Siv battered at your mind furiously. This was not part of her plan; you were ruining what carefully laid groundwork you had made on the beach. But you were tired of playing puppet to your past selves and men who thought they knew better. You would make these decisions yourself, and you would pay whatever price would come to you; you had suffered enough for this.

 You had died enough for this.

 Your hands came up to grip his face tightly, as he had your own. Your fingers dug into his cheekbones and ears, a wickedly delicate hold that prevented him from rising to his full height. He still held a hand over the vow where he could not see but feel it, and he stilled under your touch, at the words that poured from your lips like silk.

 “You are mine, and now, you will never be free.”

 With a smile on your face, you dropped your hands and tucked them into your dress. You left him there on that wall, his face rapidly losing composure, and let yourself down into the village below. You bought a cup of ale and nuts, as you always did, and sat down to watch the birds fly among the clouds.

 Heimdall’s roar of fury echoed throughout all of Asgard. But you paid it no mind.

 Instead, you took quiet peace in the thought that if you died today, you had done it, finally, on your terms.

***

  “You speak of the Var goddess.” Tyr had been silent as Atreus spoke of the woman who had graced their presence, for the better part of their journey to Sindri’s home. “A proud lineage, but not one to be trifled with lightly.”

 Kratos furrowed his brow. “You know of their abilities?”

 “Some,” the former god of war offered. Atreus clung to every word, as was a child’s tendency to do so. “They are mysterious in nature. Rarely do they ever participate in worldly matters, save for the first, who aided Odin in killing Ymir.”

 “Really?” Atreus’ mouth opened in surprise. “But I thought—“

 “Stories aren’t always true, lad,” Mimir piped up brightly. “Besides, I think Tyr would know better than anyone what happened that day, eh?”

 “I only know what I was told.” Tyr shook his head slightly. “But please be careful when you make vows with her. They can be more than ruinous if you break the wrong one.”

 “She seemed nice, though,” Atreus hummed in thought. “I don’t think she would hurt me. Or any of us.”

 The giant fixed his golden gaze on the boy briefly. “You have not seen the damage they can cause. The lives they have ruined. The people they have killed when those vows are broken. It would be better that you do not associate yourself with her.”

 Atreus, frowning, followed Tyr through the white door. Kratos, however, remained behind for a moment, brief.

 “I don’t like this,” Mimir said, finally. “Something is wrong here.”

 “But what?” Kratos shook his head tiredly. “A reformed god of war is likely to not be the same as he was before. Being imprisoned has changed him.”

 “Maybe so, brother.” A click of the tongue. “Mayhap I am just lookin’ too far into it.”

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[practically-an-x-man]

Okay but I am currently having OC thoughts so you are going to hear them-

Reggie as a parallel to Siv. Reggie being made via the same process that created Siv, except using xir mother's magic as a catalyst rather than the power of a cosmic entity that xe wouldn't be able to control. Reggie being made out of the love in xir parents' hearts rather than hatred and scheming. Xir parents raising xir like a normal child, with kindness and compassion, rather than grooming xir to be a trained killer held to an unachievable standard.

Reggie as a parallel to Siv, okay?

OOOOOH YESSSS!!

I love character parallels!! Thanks for the OC thoughts, I love this!

AND if I might add... Reggie is named after Gina, right? I think there's parallels in that too: the catalyst of Siv's downfall, so to speak, is from Gina's death and the grief that comes from that. It's what sets her on this revenge plot against Eobard and what ends up filling her with all of that rage and determination that becomes toxic over time.

But Reggie is born from the love and memory of Gina - still out of grief from her death, but without the same anger and violence that inspired Siv. Xe wasn't (weren't? I don't know the grammar structure of xe/xir pronouns very well) present for the event, but Jay could have passed on the same grief to xir as a parent, but instead he chooses to honor Gina and raise Reggie with love and care instead of clinging to anger the way Siv does. Even in xir name, it's a parallel

[mewtwoandme]

Speaking of hidden abilities, I remembered that Siv has the ability to turn invisible so can Jericho do it too?

Yep, he was shown doing it back in Amber's Origin comic