Tis I, Sif {Thor}

[sif]

With a bolt of lightning and a slight tingling feeling Sif found herself kneeling on the ground. She tried her best to get her barring, but no matter how they tried, the first jump was always the hardest for her. It had been a while since she entered the human realm, a year, perhaps two by their standards, for her, it seemed long enough to forget the smells and the sights. The world as a whole was strange to her. How could a people so short lived manage to make their lives so complicated. They didn’t seem to enjoy the finer things of life, the simple things that made the years she lived, worth living.

She sword entered it’s sheath, there was no threat in sight, at least not yet. There was almost a disappointed sigh about her as she started her walk towards the city. It was afternoon, about three or four if she had to guess by the position from the sun. Then again, time here seemed different than at home. This world, well, she had to wonder what Thor found so loving about it. After all, she never seemed to see the mortals as he did. Then again, she never experienced them as he did either.

The warrior entered the city and walked though the busy streets, often stopping in the middle of the road to start at the horseless carriages, and truly didn’t understand the danger she was in, if she was actually in danger from a car. She pondered about the sanity of speaking into a small black box, and even held a strange look when she saw humans upon humans watching events on yet another items that seemed to be popular these days. Humans, strange creatures, these items seemed to only make life more complicated for them and here they were.

Sif stopped walking when she saw a familiar face among a crowed of people. Glancing down at her armor, she approached him.

((The first two posts are the hardest for me while i get into character.))

[odinson]

It was an unexplained sense; a connection that had developed through centuries of growing together, fighting alongside each other and yes, even loving one another. No matter how far the distance he traveled, to other worlds or dimensions, Thor could never rid himself of Sif's presence, never remove the sight of her from his mind or separate the beat of her heart from his own. He could always tell when she was near, and they'd discovered the extent of this bond during their times apart when he had descended to Midgard without her. By some power bestowed by an unknown source--perhaps by no one other than themselves--the Thunder God and War Goddess could always find each other.

Thor had been flying across the Atlantic, headed off to another one of his explorations of the European continent, when it happened. A sudden surge of energy that shook the muscles of his body to their deepest fibers. It was the same sensation he'd experienced during his own descent from Asgard. Someone else from his world had arrived on Earth, and upon recovering from his initial shock, Thor knew exactly who. He changed course immediately, soaring back at top speed in the direction of the coast of the United States.

New York City was the land of a million mortals, but the crowd did not matter. Thor required no guide other than natural instinct, and although he did not land directly in front of her, it was close enough so that he needed only to walk a short distance to come to her line of sight.

She stood in the middle of the busy Manhattan sidewalk, ignoring the flow of New Yorkers bustling past her, just a few of them pausing for a second look at her strange attire. They moved on quickly after, having seen many far stranger sights in their day. She shared their indifference and instead focused her gaze directly at him, and her smile slowly grew to mirror his own. Soon, even Thor had all but forgotten the presence of the Midgardians milling around them.

He moved forward in hurried strides to close the distance between them. He had dressed in civilian clothes that morning, so he blended in with the mortals better than she did at the moment. The only thing that made him stand out was the war hammer he gripped in his right hand, which he set down on the pavement so that he could take her face between his hands.

"In thy coming, thou hast disobeyed a direct order from thy prince, Lady Sif," he said, his voice slightly hoarse beyond his control. "And for that... I am most grateful." He embraced her, holding her tightly against his chest. "Despite my protestations, my belief that thou shouldst not have left Asgard to subject thyself to a realm you detest, I am glad to see thee."

[sif]

There had always been something about seeing him once more that rocked her very soul. She couldn’t put her finger on what it was, but to be near him, to see him, was as if a part of her had returned. As if something that was empty had been filled, and in that moment, there was nothing else. As he moved towards her, she followed in a hurried pace, hand on the hilt of her sword. Not for fear of Thor, but out of simple uneasiness in the pit of her stomach about being around these mortals.

However, the moment his hands touched her face, her hands rested on his hips, and before another thought could form, they embraced. Some might tell you that you can define your lovers by the way you feel within their arms, and with them within yours. There are some where you felt comfort, some where you felt loved, another where you might feel excited, or perhaps one that was strange and unknowing. For Sif, there was always a little of all of them, however that was her love for Thor.

“Aye, my prince, I could not stayest any longer.” Her eyes searched his and they shared another smile. She wanted to kiss him, however, she held back, customs of Midgard were still strange to her. “Whilst I may dislike this realm, art thou within it, and that wilst make it bearable.” She didn’t know if that was true, but there was only so long she could stand to be away from his warmth. Only so long she could stand to be without his touch.

Those needs among the main reasons she stayed with Thor despite his wish to be with so many. However, she also knew he would always come home, though it didn’t make it easier on the young goddess. She longed for him to understand how she felt, but had no way of knowing how to make him see. Over the past few years Sif had began considering allowing parts of her heart to touch others, though as of yet, had she actually done it.

It took her a moment to pull her eyes away from his and take in what he was wearing, she couldn’t help but smirk as his attire. To her, it had always been strange to see her love out of his armor, and not naked before her. In the thin pieces of fabric offered no protection. What could possibly be worse for protecting this realm then being without your armor? Ah, she had no doubt there would be much to learn about this realm, and All Father help her, she was almost starting to look forward to it.

[odinson]

Thor's strong sense of adventure and his growing fondness for Midgard helped staved off feelings of longing for his home. Several months into his third descent into Earth, he'd begun to adjust quite well. The more time he spent among the mortals, the more easily he learned to tolerate a world that offered little of the comforts accorded to him as a heir apparent to the throne of Asgard. Here on Earth, not only had the worship of the Norse gods become antiquated, but they regarded the Thunderer as an alien to be feared and suspected, rather than a hero they can respect and give thanks for.

But now, Sif was here. Although she was one of the few who did neither cowered nor bowed before him, and treated him as nearly an equal instead of an overlord, the way his lady looked upon him made him feel not just like a Prince of Asgard, but a King. She was the one person and one element that might have caused him to rethink his plans of staying on Midgard for too long, lest the time apart from her become too much to bear. He need not worry about that now. Selfish though it might make him, for once again she had followed him across the universe instead of the other way around, he felt gladness at how the situation turned out in his favor.

"It shalt not matter," he assured her. "We art together this time. Together again, and verily, that is all we have ever needed no matter the place. Thy concerns shalt soon be forgot, for I shalt do everything in my power to help thee find thy pleasure in this realm." Thor did not often offer Sif promises, but he gave her this one. Odinson always stayed true to his word, especially when given to the goddess he loved.

He noticed the smirk that turned the corner of her mouth, the slight wrinkle on her nose that appeared when she noted his Midgardian clothing. He chuckled and lifted one of her hands to his lips, planting a kiss on her palm. "These humble garments are quite comfortable once thou hast grown accustomed to their lightness. It serves its purpose as any disguise should." He squeezed an arm around her waist affectionately. "Thou shalt learn soon enough to not be so unceasingly guarded, so suspicious in thy outlook at every moment. This realm is not as dangerous as thou mayest think, and we walk as true gods amongst these mortals. There exist not many beings strong enough to do great harm to thee, and unlike the last time thou descended, thy prince is now in possession of all his powers. Thou knowest I shalt protect thee with every breath I draw."

[sif]

A promise, if anyone else had offered her such she would have simply rolled her eyes and counted it as another false hope or tale being spun. However, the word of Odinson meant more. Out of their countless adventures, the millions of things they had hunted or killed, he had never broken a promise to her. Then again, his promises were few and far between. It made this gesture all the more endearing to her. He would help her find happiness among his Midgardians. She just had to be willing to accept it. “Thou hast honored me, Thor.” She began watching his reaction to her words. “A promise from Odinson tis a rarity.”

They had drawn a small crowd if nothing else but from their display of affection. Many already knew the Thunder God, but the War Goddess was someone else completely. Most only lingered for a moment, some were staying a little longer, but it didn’t go a miss. Sif had always been one to expect danger, and though Thor had told her he would protect her she…

Sif was going to comment on the clothing first, in fact her mouth had opened to do so, but she allowed him to finish speaking, and a chuckle escaped her. A grin across her lips. Over the years she had fought to prove she was a worthy warrior, and though many had not defeated her in combat, she rarely won against the man before her. From her, the words came out as a tease more than a challenge, but one that she couldn’t take the chance to pass up. “Does thou believest I need protecting?”

In some cases he had. Sif could easily recall a time with death came for her. Stood before her to take Sif to the underworld, however Thor interrupted death’s plan. He stepped before her and offered himself up in exchange. It was an act that was almost unheard of among even their people. To the warrior, it meant more to her than he would know, death allowed both of them to leave that day, for his bravery and his willingness to sacrifice. She has always owed him that, though she would never admit it.

The woman leaned up and stole a small kiss from her love, unable withhold her want any long. “If thee wishes a disguise…” She looked at herself, if he wished to hide among the humans, her own attire made him stand out in their current situation. “I bid thee, whither doest one find such disguises?” She didn’t know or understand how complicated such a request was going to be. After all among the mortals there were hundreds of thousands of stores, and millions of different things in each. Add to that her total lack of understanding what would be acceptable for her to wear in what kinds of situations, and there was fun to be had, if you were interested in that kind of thing.

[odinson]

At her teasing words, hearty laughter rose from within Thor's chest, rumbling loud much like the thunder he commanded. Certainly he had not forgotten that Sif was a War Goddess, the bravest and fiercest lady he had ever known in his long life. However, he had also not forgotten the rare occasions wherein he had witnessed her in a vulnerable state. The first time they battled an enemy on Midgard, the encounter against The Destroyer, had nearly ended in disaster for them. Sif had been fearless and resolute even then, as she always was when facing death. Thor had not feared for his own life either, but the memory of his love in mortal danger, and him powerless to do anything to protect her, still haunted his nightmares. Never again will he allow himself to come so close to losing her.

These grave thoughts dissolved his laughter, but he chose not to dwell on them at the moment. He leaned down and pressed a kiss on her forehead.

"You knowest well that I speaketh this way only because of the effect thy presence hast upon me," he returned in the same teasing tone, with his charming smile. "It is a needless gesture and perhaps even a foolish sentiment to offer protection to the War Goddess, but thou art also my lady, my sun and moon. To whom else should I pledge my valiance if not thee?"

But as he said this, it came to Thor's attention that more and more bystanders were taking pause to look closely at the pair. A few whispered and pointed, and Thor knew they did so out of recognition of him. Director Fury had warned the Asgardian about lingering overlong in public spaces. The Avenger team's actions during the Chitauri attack had been interpreted as heroism by some, but considered dangerous by others. Odinson's allegiance in particular was a subject of much debate, as it was his brother that had brought the chaos to Earth to begin with. He could not guarantee that his presence would be met with peaceful reaction, and this held true for Sif as well. He would not subject her to the risk of hostility from mortals, especially not when he wished for her to learn to appreciate Midgard as he did.

Not wanting to show his hidden concerns to his lady, Thor focused instead on answering her query. "If thou art certain thou art ready to don Midgardian attire, then we shalt find thee some." He picked up Mjolnir from the ground and circled his other arm around Sif's waist, drawing her securely to him. "And it shalt be done just as everything was in Asgard--we merely ask for it."

Propelled by Mjolnir, the Agardians took off in flight, streaking across the sky above the Manhattan skyline, too speedily for the mortal gazes to follow. It took only a few minutes for them to arrive at their destination, whereupon Thor set them down carefully on the rooftop of a Brooklyn building several stories high.

"In the lower levels of this repository is a textile merchant who wouldst gladly provide us with whatever garments thou wishest," Thor explained to Sif, taking her by the hand and guiding her towards the rooftop access. "He hast extended his services to me many times in the past, and he shalt now have the honor of doing the same for my lady."

"But first..." They had entered the stairwell, and when the access door had shut behind them, leaving them in near darkness, Thor firmly pressed Sif up against the wall, bracing one hand on the wall beside her head, and gripping her hip with the other. "I believe a proper greeting and welcome is still owed." He dipped his head to kiss her soundly, hungrily, intended to show how much he had been craving the warm pleasures of her company. As she responded to him by placing equal fervor into the kiss, his desire for her nearly drowned his mind. But somehow he managed to pull away from her lips, tempering his appetite for a more suitable time.

When their gazes met, it pleased him to find the look in her eyes mirrored his own. He smiled and hooked a finger under her chin, brushing her lower lip with his thumb. "There is much that needs doing. This--" A hand slid along the curve between her buttock and thigh. "--is certainly one important thing that shalt not be overlooked, but shalt hold until it can be given the proper time and attention."

Finally he stepped back to free her movement, kissed her temple one last time and continued to lead her down the stairwell until they exited at the lowest floor of the building. They stepped out into the floor of a spacious clothing boutique, immediately catching the attention of one young, impeccably dressed clerk. She momentarily lost her calm, confident posture upon seeing Thor. After offering him a flustered greeting, she scurried away to another area of the small store, assuring the Asgardian that she would fetch "Alphonse" for him, straight away.

[sif]

Midgardian attire. Was she ready to wear their clothing? No, however she wanted to change her opinion, and change, well, requires you to change. Sif was about to take back her words when he pulled her close to him. She felt his warmth, his arm pressed against her. Her arms draped across his shoulders and she leaned in letting her forehead touch his temple.

Sif was never one for flying, though she had done it on several occasions. She hated the idea of flight, though that truth wasn’t well known, even her lover didn’t know the truth about her fears. She didn’t know why she kept it in. After all the Thunder God often took to the air to travel, and on more than one occasion she was with him. In her own mind perhaps, it was a way to stay strong, not needing his support over something she feared. Though as her feet left the ground, her eyes closed and she willed herself to stay relaxed. Her love would never drop her.

Sif gave a silent praise to the All Father once her feet touched the roof of a building. Her eyes opened long before he gazed upon her once more. Inside, he claimed there would be something inside for them, well for her. How did Thor know that this man would be willing to help her, willing to give to her what he had for Thor. After all, they had been showered with praise in the past, but most of the gifts and glamour always fell upon the prince. Sif never minded this, she preferred it in fact. She stood silently behind him, a watcher.

Thor opened a door, this world was stranger and stranger by the day. First horseless carriages, strange metal birds that could fly, and now, there was a door on the roof of a building. Was it just so Odinson could enter? She wouldn’t be surprised by that, his own private entrance, no, it was fitting. She entered before him and stood on a small landing looking down upon the stairs. The fitting though faltered. How could they offer him an entrance with such cold colors? Sif was just about to ask this question when Thor pushed her up against the wall.

Sif felt her heart raise in her throat as his body pressed into her. “Aye, a proper greeting…” The moment their lips touched she felt a hunger like nothing else. A desire that had been building for over a year. While Sif herself had been known not to stray from Thor, he was known to stray from her, and since their first bonding, where they took each other for the first time, Sif had not been without his touch for more than a month. It had been over a year since they felt each other, since she could feel his lips on her.

Their kiss was deeper and more passionate than any before it, her hands touched his face gently holding him closer to her. Though, like with most good things, their kiss ended and he pulled away. Sif knew that this would not be a good place for love. However, she couldn’t help but want it. “Thou best takest his time Odinson. For this shalt not be quick.” His hand rested on her leg, and only desired to pull him closer, will him within her. Though she once again followed his lead, walking down the stairs, her hand on her sword, she expected trouble, though no trouble would be found.

Inside the shop there was something about watching the young woman worry that made Sif smile. Was she worried because once again there was a second Asgardian with her walls, or did she worry simply because it was Thor returning. Either answer was amusing to the young Goddess.

Sif moved around Thor to look at the pieces of fabric. There were numerous colors and designs, most of which she had never considered wearing for clothing before. After all, for Sif, there were very few things the young Goddess enjoyed. Reds, silvers, golds, that’s all she normally wore. She assumed this man, Alphonse, would have his own ideas.

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As frustrating as shopping was for Sif, she thought she might have made it harder on the man attempting to assist her. Most of his clothing she found to be strange. When she spoke about what she enjoyed the man seemed to be under the opinion that Sif needed to expand her choices. She didn’t know if she should, but decided humor the human, and Thor by trying on several things. After all, what could it hurt for her to try something on?

First she had to remove her armor. Which in itself was a task that Sif never enjoyed, well, unless it was Thor that was removing it. She removed the armored sleeves first, followed by her breast plate, boots and leather pants. She stood there looking at herself in the mirror wearing nothing but her under tunic. The tunic wasn’t form fitting, at least not in the way the mortals seemed to wear their clothing. One could hardly call it flattering on her. Sif ran her fingers across her stomach before she slipped into the red dress that was offered her.

Making a sound of frustration Sif fought to get the dress on. The straps were thin, thin enough where she knew they would not interfere with her ability to fight, yet still seemingly strong enough not to break under movement or a scuffle. The skirt say lower on her thighs than she was use to for an every day wear. She had to do several test moves in the dressing room before she felt the dress would not hinder her if a battle occurred. She had to double check to make sure her zipper was done up before she looked at herself again.

Many would have found her attractive in this dress. She had to admit that she found the clothing appealing upon her form. Something she had never considered in the past. However, she was told the dress was not an evening dress, it was an every day dress, Sif still didn’t understand what that meant. In almost a moment of weakness, all she cared about was what Thor thought of her in such a covering. Slipping into a pair of boots that were given to her, Sif exited the dressing room and walked over to her lover. “Like this?” she asked a little unsure as she approached them.

((Sorry it took so long and sorry it isn’t that good ))

[odinson]

((No need to apologize for being awesome! Completely enjoying this thread, but I'll try to keep my posts at a more reasonable length so we can respond faster! The key word being "try". Haha.))

In the earlier months of his arrival at Midgard, before he had allowed SHIELD to school him in the way things were done in this realm, Thor went about obtaining the things he needed or wanted the same way he did back in Asgard. Back in his home realm, he would simply walk into any merchant's store and ask for their wares without offering them compensation. It has always been the custom, though not the law, for the Asgardian citizenry to give their prince anything he desired, whether it was as trivial as a tankard of ale or the finest war horse. There was even a saying that no father in Asgard would refuse Odinson their own daughters should he blatantly request them in his bed--so deep was the respect and adulation of Odin's subjects for his son and heir.

Despite the hard lesson he had learned on humility during his first visit to Midgard, Thor knew that this visit was different. He now remained in full possession of his status and power as God of Thunder, a protector of the realm. He fought for the earth humans, pledged his power to defend them against those who would destroy their cities or harm their children. Surely that merited some semblance of the royal treatment he was used to from Asgardians.

For a while, it actually worked that way. The only necessities Thor really required were food, fresh clothing, and lodging. The Avengers had become recognized as world heroes, and its individual members were household names. In New York City, Thor never had to introduce himself to the shopkeepers when he walked into the stores. Many fell all over themselves for his attention and offered them the best merchandise they could offer, which the Thunder God always graciously accepted, whether he needed it or not.

But soon, Director Fury caught wind of this habit Thor had developed, and beseeched him to put an end to it. Thor kept an open mind and listened to Fury's explanations as to why encouraging celebrity worship of him would risk his safety and peaceful existence and endanger the mortals themselves in the long run. As a compromise, Fury appointed specific merchants all over New York City to cater to the Thunder God's whims, a designation they all accepted with thrill at the honor.

Out of all the clothing merchants SHIELD had selected for him, Alphonse was by far Thor's favorite. The shop owner was a quiet, elderly man who did not blather on with his praises or insist on wasting Odinson's time with activities such as taking pictures or proposing formal business contracts on matters such as "endorsements"--whatever that meant. He made an effort to preserve the Thunder God's privacy, often closing his shop to other customers while he was in the premises.

Upon hearing of Thor and Sif's arrival, Alphonse came out immediately to attend to them. His young assistant at once went to usher out the only other guest in the boutique, and locked the doors behind her.

Thor did not hesitate to introduce Sif to Alphonse without concealing her Asgardian identity. Lady Sif, Shield Maiden and War Goddess of the Golden Realm, his childhood companion and dearest friend. Thor did not see the need to disclose anything further about their relationship as lovers. When it became necessary to stave off the interests of admirers by claiming Sif as his own, he would do it. Besides, Sif never had a problem doing that herself.

Alphonse treated Sif with the gentle congeniality Thor had grown to expect from him. He did not press them with further questions, nor attempt to flatter the Asgardians and win further favor.

"You are perfection incarnate. Absolutely exquisite," he simply told Sif, planting a courtly kiss on the back of her hand as a greeting. He spoke with a hint of a French accent. "Thor honors me greatly by bringing you to my store for your first taste of our world's couture."

Thor stood by and watched as Alphonse handled the situation delicately, asking Sif as few questions as necessary so as not to confuse her too much. What colors did she prefer? Trousers or skirts? Cotton or silk? He did not even see the need to take her measurements, instead casting a scruitizing gaze on Sif's tall, lithe form before declaring her a size 4. He then set to work pulling several options from the rack, after which he led her to the changing rooms. Thor was then advised to take a seat in the meantime, as this would likely take a while. The assistant set before him the usual coffee and finger sandwiches they offered every time he came to visit.

When Sif finally came out to present the attire to him, Thor found himself at a loss for words. Indeed, so taken was he by the sight of her that he nearly stumbled in the effort to rise from his chair. "My lady..." he managed to breathe out, his gaze swimming in haze of admiration, affection, and lust. "By the gods, thou art a vision beyond the equal of any beauty in this world or ours." He hardly dared himself to touch her, fearing that this might be one of the dreams he would have of his lover on the nights when he missed her company. But even this--the sight of her in Midgardian dress that he never would have expected to suit her so perfectly--was beyond his most creative imaginings.

But he could see from the look on her face that she sought his approval, so gently and carefully, he rested his hands on her arms, caressing her soft skin. "This makes my resolve most difficult to keep," he murmered. He knew she knew exactly what he was speaking of. He could feel the same desire radiating from her under his touch. But Sif was not a common wench for him to take at a moment's notice. Despite what they both clearly felt, he would steel himself and give her the proper bonding befitting her status, at the appropriate time and place.

"Who would have guessed that it was possible to temper the War Goddess's fierceness with Midgardian garments?" he mused aloud, teasingly sliding a finger underneath one of the thin straps of the dress. "Thou hast never looked so soft and vulnerable as thou dost at this moment, and it pleases thy prince in a way he never wouldst have expected. But thy beauty in this form disarms me, and may hold more power to crush a god's heart than any sword could."

((So much for keeping it short--haha! I guess the Thor x Sif muse is just monstrously strong!))

[sif]

Sif smiled at her prince as he looked her over. His touch caused goosebumps to appear of her skin. She was always annoyed by that reaction when they were in public, however it seemed so right. His friend seemed to turn himself away while they shared this moment. She watched his reaction she could feel his desire from his touch and she had to admit to herself the moment his finger slipped under her strap she felt something else, a desire so strong she almost jumped into his arms. Instead, she held it back, and nodding to him, understanding his words.

However as he finished she looked away from him blushing ever so slightly. It was a rare sight. Sif almost never allowed weakness to show as she was in this moment. His words flattered her and she honestly didn’t know what to say to him in response. Speechless, blushing, wearing midgardian clothing, perhaps he was dreaming. She almost felt as though she was living in a dream.

She turned away from him, slipping from the touch she didn’t want to leave she moved back into the dressing room, though she moved her hips as she walked. It was a slight sway that wasn’t normally there unless she was trying to provoke him, provoke him to chasing her. It was a tease in this situation; she wanted him to truly know how much she wanted to be with him. How long she had been longing to lay with him.

The other outfits she tired and showed him fit her just as well, though she was not as impressed with them as she had been with the first dress. However, she still walked away with several new items. Though Sif wasn’t sure what she was going to do with them. She had no place to store such things, and with carrying her armor, well, things were going to get complicated quickly. Her eyes rested upon her lover once more. There was so much more that she didn’t understand in this world. Like the undergarments that this man insisted that she get. They were red, and seemed to be made of some filly (lace) material. He informed her that they went under her dress. So, here she was wearing two materials she had never warn in her eyes and she had to wonder what Thor would think.

“My Prince, is thoust pleased?” she knew he was only moments before, but there was something about the way he said it, that caused her knees to be week. She wrapped her arms around his letting her finger tips run up and down his forearm absent mindedly. Being outside of her armor changed something in her, not enough for her to act completely out of character, but enough for her to feel a little at ease. She didn’t enjoy the feeling. The feeling that she didn’t have to worry about not being on edge. “Dost thou have other sights?” She asked in her normal way, though she felt as though her question wasn’t finished. She wanted to know if there was more to this world he wanted to show her at this time. When all she truly wanted was to hide away and speak with her lover.

She hadn’t just missed his body, she missed his companionship. He had missed several adventures over the realms. There was so much to tell her friend she didn’t know where to start. Perhaps their hunting trip, she wasn’t sure, however the grin on her face told him she had stories to tell more than her words could ever tell him.

((sorry so short))