Sif (thefairhaired) wrote in nevermore_past, @ 2013-11-15 18:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | sif, thor |
WHO: Sif & Thor
WHERE: Bilskirnir, Asgard
WHAT: Getting comfortable as husband and wife in Asgard
The realm Thor lived in was a new one for his bride and adopted son to come into. It was a richer life than they had lived before him, but he treated them no different. They were his to protect. And he would even from his own father if he must. It was hard to read the rest, but certainly Sif coming in with a child not given by Thor was frowned upon. Even more was that he called him his own already.
He entered their chambers full of furs and rustic finery. Thor was not pampered, he was a brute, but perhaps Sif could soften him.
Asgard was like nothing Sif could have ever imagined, containing halls of such glory and magnificence that her first view of them had stolen Sif's breath from her chest. Bilskirnir was the name of Thor's own hall that rested within the expanse of his father's hall, Valhalla. Bilskirnir alone (she was told by a handmaiden) contained 540 rooms. That was 540 rooms that now, in some way, belonged to her also as the mistress of Bilskirnir. And Bilskirnir was but a section of great Valhalla. How the Aesir didn't get lost every day was a mystery, but she suspected there was magic in it. She never got lost herself. She would find herself thinking on a room and turning the corner there it would be.
In the beginning she couldn't picture herself (or anyone) living in such a place. Asgard itself was expansive and beautiful, like her own world but somehow completely unlike it. The trees, the grass, the animals - similar but different. This was not the world of mortals, but the world of gods.
And here Sif herself was different as well. She had wed Thor, her hands in his and a smile on her face, and she had felt things change within her. But, Frigg told her, more must change. She had told her that no mortal could live on Asgard among the Aesir, and at first Sif had thought this was a command that she must leave. But it wasn't that at all.
The meetings with Frigg and her handmaidens were secret things, the business of women only, and Sif said nothing of them to her husband. To Thor she was simply learning the ways of the women of Asgard. Only now, when Frigg's magic was done, would Sif speak of what had happened, if she were to be asked. For two weeks she had lived in the company of her husband in his home as a mortal woman, but on this day she could no longer say such a thing: No longer simply a sibyl, Sif was one of the Aesir.
She waited with nervousness and excitement for her husband to return to their home, her skin feeling newly aglow. She had sent Ullr away on this day to play with children of the Aesir, and he delighted in their games. Sif wanted it to be only herself on Thor on this special night.
"Hello, my husband," she smiled as he came home, her hair hanging loose and her gown of white. She felt like every bone within her body had turned to gold, that she was a thing worthy of him, of all of them.