Departure (tag: Frigg)
There was little doubt the honeymoon was over, Sif mused to herself as she grabbed a package, locking the door to Heita behind her. It wasn't an unpleasant thought, but more one of amusement. Thor had been off doing whatever Thor did without her, and she was preparing to take her own trip. Her bags were already unpacked in her Stockholm apartment. It had needed a good airing, and everything needed to be uncovered and cleaned before it was suitable for habitation again, so over the several trips she made, she slowly moved the items she thought she would most need.
She was nearly ready to go.
During her last trip she had finally contacted her agent, who had been delighted to hear she was finally ready to return to modeling. It was hard to believe it had been over three years since her last show, on that fateful night when Thor had been in the audience. Three years could be an eternity in a modeling career, but a quick stop by his office was all he needed to see that Sif still "had it". It was one of the perks of being a goddess that she didn't age or lose her beauty like most models. She would have to be careful though. She knew her years of being able to pass as one whose beauty simply aged slowly were coming to an end. She had no idea what she would do then, but something would likely come to her.
She had one stop to make before she departed Midgard. It was for this purpose that she carried the package. It contained a designer handbag, a gift she purchased for Frigg on her last trip to Stockholm. It wasn't a bribe, exactly, but she did hope it would soften the blow when Sif informed her she was moving back to Midgard. She recalled all too easily the last time they had spoken when Thor's wife had chosen to abandon her unhappy life in pursuit of happier times. She didn't want a repeat of that, particularly since this was nothing at all like that occasion. She and Thor were happy now, and this was only a temporary move until her husband had a little more time to spend with her again.
She entered Frigg's hall without knocking, calling out in a friendly voice. "Frigg, are you hear, darling? It's Sif..."