The Mighty God of Thunder, Son of Odin (god_ofthunder) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2015-12-22 12:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, thor, ~sif |
Who: Thor & Sif + All Friends/Guests/Everyone!
When: Sunset
Where: The Fields
What: The marriage of Sif to Thor Odinson
OPEN
OOC Note: Because it is the holidays and many are busy, feel free to simply tag in that you were here! Erin and I understand, and we are both busy ourselves preparing for/actually moving. xoxo
The day had been cool but not so frigged as it could have been to the god. He had spent most of his day pacing, preparing, and reciting his vows so he was sure not to forget them. Now, an hour before the sun was to set on the horizon, a warm pink glow beginning to fill the sky, Thor noticed it had started to snow. It was a soft flurry that applied itself to the already building snowfall on the ground, yet the field upon which the two would wed and seat their guests was mostly cleared. Thor had found some aid in clearing a space, now the remaining grass had a soft sprinkling of its own alongside the chairs put out. The best part of the ritual was not, in Thor's opinion, the pact and binding of souls but the feast that followed.
Any less than five days was not worth Sif's time, he had decided, and so their wedding on this winter solstice eve would over the following days, rejoice through the holiday. How convenient.
For tonight Thor had set a grand table for all of their friends and family after the binding had been completed. Food of all kinds and wine, alcohol, and fit for gods, Na'avi, demons, and superhumans--the blue stuff, what little was stored and they had left, anyway. For Sif, Thor's special cask.
Heading outside, the one true king prince of Asgard looked upon the gathering of family and friends, smiled, and sighed. Tonight would be a fantastic one, this he was sure. Thor stood in the most royal and appropriate regalia suited with a long wolf's fur cape to keep him warm. As there was no long procession, only the exchanging of vows and the witnesses to bind it, the ritual would go swiftly for those too chilly out in the cool eve. Inside they'd find warmth and revels for days.
Thor took to the end of the path down the rows of chairs where he wait for Sif to arrive.