Sif (soturi) wrote in thedisplaced, @ 2018-04-15 21:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, princess allura, sif (mcu) |
WHO: Allura And Sif
WHEN: Backdated to the pirate attack
WHERE: Sif's quarters
WHAT: Catching up post battle
WARNINGS: Some mentions of the events of Thor: Ragnarok, mentions of injuries, mentions of loss and death
STATUS: Complete g-doc
It had been a long time since any sort of battle had caused her an injury that would need mending and time. But it was only a break, and one near caused by her own doing. Had this been Asgard she’d have gone to the halls of healing, and come out just fine. But it wasn’t, and so she would need time. She was fortunate enough.
Once her wrist had been sprained and put in a sling she’d left the doctors tend to those who were far worse off and went looking for her people. Both Princes were easy to find, and it soothed her heart. Both her daughter and Queen were well, so was Valkyrie. Sif still carried the wound of the loss of her brothers in arms, so it soothed her. It let her allow herself to feel the thrill of it all, the steady beat of her blood rushing after battle.
But she had others to look in on, and would not forget them. Making her way to find Allura was not hard, and she could spot the Lady with ease. She seemed well, so Sif grinned easily. She halted and would have saluted but instead just bowed her head. Allura was royalty, and a fierce warrior to boot. Sif owed her the respect she was due. “Lady Allura,” she offered obviously pleased, “I’m glad you seem well.”
Allura was indeed well. As per usual, she had not a single scratch on her body. Alteans were pretty resilient in battles like these, and the rare times she had actually found herself a well-fitted foe was usually against a Galra. Or another Altean… for example, Zarkon’s witch, whom they had all assumed had been Galra too.
There were none of those here though (with the exception of Keith, of course), and the pirates had been like fighting humans. Technically, they were humans.
She had already been assured that everyone on her team were alive and well, and she would try to assist in any way possible. Clean-up was the next option, but Allura paused in her pathway, seeing Sif approach her. Sif may have bowed to her as a knight did to royalty, but Allura had learned that there was no hierarchy that existed in this place. That’s why once Sif straightened up, Allura stepped closer and put her arms around the warrior’s neck, pulling her into a hug. “And I am glad you are alive,” she said with a tone of relief.
The hug surprised her, but it was also a welcome one. Sif herself was a tactile person, always happy for physical contact and glad for it. But she was learning about others. She knew Thor and Loki, and was learning Allura. So she smiled and returned the embrace, although one handed. “The blade that kills me has not yet been forged,” once she would have given her life and thought it worthy of a tale. Now if her life was meant to be given it would not be for glory, honor, or to be remembered in a tale. It would mean something.
She kept the hug for a moment before releasing Allura. “Your people, they are well?” She only knew them a little, but she counted Allura as a good friend and would see to it she did the same for those she traveled with. The mistakes she’d made with Loki, mistakes she still had to mend, would not be ones she repeated.
Allura’s hug wasn’t too tight. She’d seen the injured hand that Sif carried in a sling. When she pulled back, her hands reached for the ends of Sif’s hair draped over her shoulders, petting them and straightening them for a bit before she let her hands drop. “They are okay,” she said with a nod. “No one lost another hand. And they are most certainly alive. This isn’t the end of Team Voltron either.”
Her gaze dropped for a moment on Sif’s hand. “Are you too injured?”
That was good to hear. The fighting had been fierce. She’d been focused on protecting Torunn without appearing like she was hovering too much, allowing her daughter to have her honor and yet still be safe but she’d been in enough battles to know this was had been a hard one. Their enemy had known how to hit them. She smiled at the touch, “good. Tell them I have wine for them, if they wish it. A good toast to a fierce battle.” Technically it wasn’t her wine. She was just looking after it. But in times like this it could be shared. There was plenty.
“Tis only a break,” she offered with a shrug of one shoulder. “If the Lady Eir was present she’d have me at full strength in moments. Alas, she is not and I have only time. But it shant take me long. A week, mayhaps three.” She was Asgardian, they healed fast. “As long as I do not trouble it over much. And I confess,” she added with a grin, “it has been a while since I have been challenged enough to have sustained an injury like this. It is much like old times.” Her smile saddened some, but the Warriors Three would not have her live her life maudlin all the time.
Allura laughed at the thought of any of them trying elven wine. She was pretty sure that her behavior when she’d been indulging in it back in Middle Earth had turned the rest of the Paladins off of it. The one bottle they did have was given to Shiro as a gift. “I will let them know. I can’t say Pidge would want to try any but the others might.”
She had some vague knowledge to what had happened in Asgard, thanks to the combined casual talks between her and Loki, as well as her and Thor before Sif had arrived. It seemed to be the foundation for the connection she felt with the Asgardians, particularly Sif -- they’d all lost their homes. Noticing the change in her smile, Allura reached out to take Sif’s hand in hers and gave it a squeeze. “I am glad you have that memory. It seems to be particularly calming during a troubled time.”
“The offer is an open one. A battle like this should not go untoasted, for it was fought with bravery. And tis a good way for remembering. And a good way to know more of your people. I do not know them as well as I ought to.” She smiled and curled her hand around Allura’s. She was grateful for the comfort.
“It is. Mine brothers, the Warriors Three, they would love this place. Would have loved the fight.” she smiled and looked around. “So I remember and fight for them. Tis also a shame mine other brother was not present. Heimdall would have seen this and we could have prepared.” Of that she was somewhat sure. His gift would be useful. “You would like Heimdall I think. When he arrives I shall ensure to introduce you. But on to more practical matters, I would ask a favor and your aid Lady Allura. I will need aid removing mine armor and getting around while mine wrist mends. I would ask the Princes but,” she rolled her eyes up at the sky out of jest, “men are terrible with such matters.” She trusted both implicitly, but it was a joke she figured Allura would understand.
The side of Allura’s lips quirked upwards slightly in a knowing smirk. She understood completely, being one of the very few women among a number of her Paladins and soldiers in the war against the Galra. She reached out and covered Sif’s hand with both of hers. “I understand, completely, Lady Sif.” She stepped to her side, prepared to fall in step with the warrior. “Come on. I can help you right now.”
“Many thanks,” she offered with true warmth. She hadn’t looked forward to getting her armor off one handed, she’d long ago learned to manage but it was easier done with aid. And part of her was glad for another woman’s aid. She’d spend too long in the company of her boys, so she was now taking full advantage of having both Allura and Valkyrie.
Even the journey to her quarters showed the damage. The ship moved again, but it showed it’s battle. Sif noted these things because the lessons one took after a battle were just as important as the lessons one learned during battle. It helped to avoid similar things from occuring. Once within her quarters she set both her shield and sword down and reminded herself to clean both later.
Then she turned her back to Allura and used her free hand to gesture to her back, “along the sides, press and slide. It will release thus.”
Allura had already hooked her bayard back in its sheath at her hip. As they had walked, she had assessed the damage around them. Some of it was probably thanks to the passengers themselves, particularly the robots that had glitched out and were frozen in the middle of the hallway.
She took a onceover at Sif’s place as well, planning on offering help with cleanup if there was much damage here too. Although that would be offered after she assisted Sif with the task on doing. Allura slid up behind her and did as she was told, slowly helping off Sif’s arm so not to damage any aspect of it. “Strong material. Is this an element native to Asgard?”
Once her armor came off, at least the top she relaxed some. It had pressed, but it also saved her so she hardly minded. She moved so it went easier, “put it near my shield and sword if you please.” There were no forges here, no blacksmiths. She’d have to figure something out. “And yes, it was. Twas a gift from mine parents. They gave it to me when I mastered my skills and joined Thor and my other fellows. They had it forged special for me. Heimdall gave me the weapons.” It had been one of her most fondest memories. Her family had always supported her, and showed it by ensuring she would be safe. “His sword is the one of his station, but his armor was mine gift in turn.” she shared this gladly. Allura was her friend, and these memories were ones to be shared.
“I shall have to find a way to keep mine sharp, and mine armor without fault. Tis irreplaceable for many reasons, and the only one I have.” She turned her gaze to Allura, “have you any skills with forging, or know one who does?” She offered her wrists to Allura, “and would you be kind enough to remove mien bracers.” the one on her wounded wrist had been removed by the healers, but the other one remained.
Allura stepped closer and did as asked, removing Sif’s bracers. “I can always ask my Paladins. But we do have supplies -- rather, we did in my castle.” She cringed slightly at the memory of her home being back where it was and most of her items and equipment not being here at all. It was what unnerved her about this place, mostly. She couldn’t say she had a stable home right now. “It’s back in Tumbleweed. But I can always ask around.”
Having removed Sif’s brace, she stepped back, taking out her bayard from its sheath. “These are what we carry. Altean technology has designed it to fit the paladin and their skill set.” The bayard glowed briefly and transformed from its small handheld form to an energy whip that spilled onto the floor. “They can change over time with the Paladins as well, depending on their needs and changes.”
She noted the expression. Sif had arrived on the ship, and had been chasing Kree rumours beforehand. Save her own weapons she had very little she’d worry about. But she could understand. If her childhood home had appeared or other things she’d worry for that safety. “I would take it as a great favor. I do not know if any of us know the skills of forging. And Midgard will not know how to manage Asgardian armor and weaponry.” Nor would she be willing to give it to them. She liked the humans, but Asgardian weaponry was dangerous.
She noted the weapon and smiled in approval. “Truly wondrous. A weapon that molds itself to its wielder. We have,” she paused and then corrected herself, “had energy weapons as well. But those were ammunition for Asgard’s defenses. And Odin had Gungir.” She moved to a seat and sat down, undoing her boots. It was an easy thing to manage, one handed. It allowed her to pause before looking to Allura. “Do you miss it, your home?”
Allura still stood where she was, not thinking to take a seat as well. She grew up with not taking a seat till she was told to by the house guest, something she often noticed wouldn’t be the case here, but she wasn’t sure of Asgardian customs, and she hadn’t wanted to offend Sif. “I miss it so much,” she said, a tinge of sadness in her tone. “And everyone who once lived there too.”
It made her smile too, sadly and wistfully and she paused before removing her shoes. “Tis odd. I keep thinking I can go back. I did not see it go up in flames.” But she had no reason to doubt Thor and Loki’s words. Ragnarok had happened. She supposed that ’Asgard is a people, not a place’ was comforting, but she couldn’t help thinking of the places she’d never see again. Her childhood home, where she and her brother had quarters. A small garden she felt no one but her really visited. The stables. And those things closer to her heart. The place where she'd kissed Haldor the first time. And where he’d died.
Little things. And that wasn’t saying how much she missed her fellow warriors in arms. She’d never hear their teasing, hear Volstagg’s cheerful laugh, learn the value of quiet from Hogun. It was all ashes now. Even Lorelei, her greatest foe, would not have been spared. “I know I cannot. Logic and truth can be so light at times.” Sighing she removed her boots and set them aside before waving Allura to a chair. “Sit please. There’s no need for formality here.”
Allura did as she was told, smoothing out her dress behind her as she did. “I understand. It can be hard to believe that has happened. I… I didn’t see my planet get destroyed either. My father pushed me back into a cryopod and had me put to sleep for ten thousand years, but it was during the attack that ended my planet.” The only difference was that she had searched and saw that was nothing but loose shards drifting off into space. It hurt to see it in such a manner.
“I’m sorry. I know the loss all too well.”
She raised her head and then tilted it at Allura. “I am sorry as well. Loss is never easy, no matter the time. Nor does it ever get easier.” She sighed and waved her good hand. “But let us not focus too much on such sad thoughts. These memories we carry is how they survive. Mine brothers in arms live like that, as does Asgard. As long as we live, those who have passed on do as well.” It was something that helped her, but she wasn’t too sure if it might help Allura.
Little did she know, it did. Allura had had her chance to mourn in this world for her lost family and her people when she didn’t have time in her own. The fight against Galra took too much precedent. “You’re right,” she said, with a fond smile aimed at Sif. “Now, that we’ve gotten you completely out of your armor and you’re able to move freely… how about we see to if we can help the others here in any way?”