Who: Sif and Thor When: Wednesday night, after dinner, May 4, 2011 Where: Her boarding house Warnings/rating: none
Sif had gone to normal "human" activities after realizing who she was. It had all been coming back to her in the course a few decades. At first it had been dreams. Very vivid dreams she couldn't forget about, ones that made her wake up in a cold sweat. Over time they had turned into what she can only call visions. And now with her memory restored she couldn't deny any of it. She was the woman she'd seen. She was Sif, wife of Thor.
It was a little overwhelming to remember it all at first but when she started seeing Freyja roaming the streets she really couldn't deny it. Maybe it was a good thing she had seen that post, that she had given this address and that she had rented the room to her husband. Before it was all crazy talk, now she knew the truth.
Mortals were just mortals to her now. She didn't know how to be around them anymore. She couldn't just go back to being Demi because she knew who she was now and being just an alias wasn't enough. Neither was being apart from the man she knew was her husband.
After dinner she had finished cleaning up with the help of one of the tenants, though she spoke not a word. Not a single word. Perhaps she was coming off as off-putting because the other woman didn't say anything after Sif merely nodded to the question about everything being picked up. She made her way outside and sat on the top step of the buildings stoop. She stared out at the street, at the kids playing and wondered what to do now.
There was a relief once Sif had finally remembered her true self, and he'd poked fun at her ever since, teasing her about how much of a pain she'd been. If it had taken any longer he'd have played the thunder card and seen what kind of reaction that brought.
Each dream she'd woken out of he'd been right outside that door, waiting for the moment she'd open it and say something. She'd been defiant, and she wouldn't have been Sif had she'd not held her ground.
He'd come back late that night, having fed himself (and taken out half the fast food's stock in hamburgers) and showered. There was still that working man smell on him from the hours spent in the sun hammering and beating the framework of his crew's latest building. Without him they'd hardly get things set up faster.
Coming out from his room he looked around for the golden-haired beauty finding her outside. He walked up behind her. "See something interesting or just thinking?" he asked.
Sif didn't appreciate being poked at like that, but she had played it as though it was all fun and games. She was Norse, she was fierce and when someone did something she didn't like she took action in some way. However, when it came to Thor everything came back in one fleeting sweep and she couldn't bring herself to show him that now she knew who she was.
"I don't know what to do with myself now. I should be here, but I can't abandon these people. It would leave them all homeless, at least until they found new places." When it came down to it Sif really did care about mortals. She just didn't know what to do around them now.
Most assumed Thor was just this big brute of a man who made lightening crack and thunder roar, but he had giddiness to his hard and challenging nature. He took it with the interest of a child which was where he got his sense of humor. Anything he said to Sif was in fun.
His hands clasped on her shoulders as he stood behind her. "Then don't," he replied simply with a shrug. Things changed but they still had to abide under an alias with the rest of the world. It was the way belief had changed.
She wanted things to be the way they used to. She didn't want to pretend to be someone she wasn't, even if she had been content up until the week before. "They've been asking questions," she said quietly. "About us. I just tell them to mind their own business," she chuckled.
Sighing, she glanced at his hands. "I know I've remembered everything but I think we need to ease back into who we were before. I'm not saying I don't want it that way. I just need to get used to being me again."
"About us? Oh? And what do they say?" he teased leaning down to ask against her ear.
His hands slid against her neck, thumbs pressing into the back of her shoulders in a slightly massaging way. "You're saying you need time apart from me?" Hadn't she spent centuries without him?
"They just bring up my rule of no dating tenants." She was being slightly evasive about this, but that was the truth in so many words.
She frowned, "That's not what I'm saying at all. Time together is what we need, after all this time."
"Oh that one," he grinned. "You rather me move out, because that's not happening."
He pulled her back where her back rested against his chest. "Then what are you saying?" he hummed.
"Not saying that either," she said with a small smile on her face. She wasn't entirely sure what she was saying, but she had come up with a good story in case the others kept trying to get into her business. It went along the lines of they had broken up a while back and he had won her over. It was simple and if they didn't believe it, tough.
"First we need to get you out of that room and into my apartment," she said in a matter-of-fact way. "But listen," she wasn't entirely sure how to say this so she just had to come right out and say it, "I haven't been with anyone since you, you have my word on that. But I don't know if I'm ready to jump back into bed. I want to take it slow."
He sat his chin on the top of her head as she talked. She was presenting him with one challenge after the other, he went for it head first. "I need one room to food alone," he joked continuing to keep his hands pressed against her back, easing up those tight muscles she'd worked up.
"How slow are we talking?"
Sif hated disappointing him, and she just knew her announcement that she needed some time before jumping into the sack with him had disappointed him. He was her husband, of course he had expectations. Just as she had expectations. The mentions of food had gone ignored, even if she did find it funny. She was more focused on getting through this subject without offending him.
"I don't know. Not months, I'm sure of that. I just need a little time to completely remember me." She paused, "To remember you." She sighed and closed her eyes, knowing this was all probably horrible for him to hear, "I'm sorry."
It was a disappointment, kind of like watching wrestling with the women on stage and it still seeming like nothing more than a chick fight. He always watched (if not just for the visual) and expected more but it was the same drill.
"But you do remember me," he wasn't getting it on the same level, his hands moving from their position. He was a little hard headed, his patience level already being twisted around.
She had no idea how to explain it at this point. No matter how she said it it would be a huge disappointment that she wasn't ready to jump into bed with him. She was a faithful, loving wife; she would always be, but she needed her own space and she needed him to understand that.
"Yes, but I need to relearn things. And I need your help. I want you," she said, turning around, "but we need to learn about each other how we are now. Tell me stories of what you've done. Tell me things I already know, about us. I just want time with you before we're intimate again."
His lips tightened, chewing on the inside of his bottom lip. The action was followed by a heavy sigh, a look toward the heavens and a groan. When he looked back down to Sif he nodded lifting her chin upward as he leaned down to kiss her on the cheek.
"Do I start from the beginning, middle or end?" he asked giving her a half smile.
She watched him carefully. She knew this was hard for him to accept. In reality, he could simply demand she return to his side wholly without any questions and she would do it. She was obedient, albeit stubborn in her own right.
She smirked, "Depends on exactly where each of those are. Not beginning, I'm sure. Just give me a little time."
Both hands clasped her face kissing her without force on the lips, then her forehead. "Alright," there may have been a gripe in his voice but he would comply however irritating it may be.
She rested her elbows on his knees and watched him for a moment. The years might have changed her a little but she was still Sif, and that's what mattered. It as her own subconscious that kept reminding her and it was a relief to be her again. "We should get to work on moving you in with me," she said with a smile, an attempt at getting him to lighten up about this because she knew it wasn't easy for him.