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I am Sigyn, adopted daughter of the Thief Lord Iwaldis, sister of seven brothers and not the wife of Loki despite what your stories say.((Independent AU Blog for Sigyn. For more information see the about page. Some pages are currently under construction. FC Katheryn Winnick as Lagertha. I am not Sigyn, or Katheryn. Some content may potentially be NSFW/triggering, those posts will be tagged with NSFW or TW, or be under a readmore, or both. Both writer and character are over 18)) ((this blog is 100% Anon Hate free, but the sticker isn't supported by the theme I use))
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thepeasantcourtier wondered:
“I love when your rough.”

thekingofjotunheimr:

thepeasantcourtier:

thekingofjotunheimr:

"Why that certainly is good news."

"All the more reason for me to stay," Sigyn smiled, nuzzling into him, "you’re the only person who’s allowed me to be myself since I was a teenager - you deserve far more than just my loyalty, actually you deserve more even than I’m probably capable of giving you… you deserve someone who can give you everything you want, not just her loyalty- or her love…"  

"But… What if your loyalty and your love is everything I want?" he hummed in reply. He was so very glad that Sigyn held no intentions to leave anytime soon. He felt comfortable around her, and she offered him the kind of support he could have only ever wished for. There were so many different people at the castle and beyond willing to assist him in any way, but none held the certain, appealing aspects Sigyn held. "What else could I possibly desire?"

"You’re a king," Sigyn replied simply, settling against him with a comfortable sigh, "you could have absolutely anything - or anyone - you desire at the snap of your fingers, and I know your council doesn’t exactly approve of me - the only reason they tolerate me is on the understanding that I’m just your mistress…" She sighed and shook her head, "and there’s little chance of me ever being able to provide you with an heir, given… Well," she made a vague gesture to indicate her past, "I just… I wish I could do more for you,"

thepeasantcourtier wondered:
❝Hush! He’s asleep.❞ (if you're still doing these?)

thekingofjotunheimr:

thepeasantcourtier:

thekingofjotunheimr:

"I apologize," he replied, voice abruptly muffled to a whisper. "I still need to get used to it." 

"I’ve got too much to do," Sigyn replied with a chuckle, "That Asgardian ministry’s arriving in a couple of days and I still haven’t got everything prepared… what with the baby arriving early and everything I haven’t had the time to get the rooms prepared for the envoy and his escorts,"    

"Well, you do not have to do all that by yourself, you know that, right? Have you seen how many servants scurry about the castle every day? If you tell them to help you, they will, for that is their job," he assured her, surprised to hear that apparently, she planned on doing everything by herself. The gleam in his eyes and the expression of his face then visibly softened. "Besides, the child should have your priority."

"Of course he does," Sigyn nodded with a smile, "But this visit’s important - there’s so much to organise, and I couldn’t just leave it to the servants, capable though they are - you know how difficult Asgardians can be," she sighed, "I just wish we had a little more time to prepare, that’s all,"

thepeasantcourtier wondered:
"Well I heard that death wore a white hood these days, but I never realised he'd be so handsome," Sigyn smiled as she approached him, inclining her head as a mark of respect, "A little bird told me you were recruiting... perhaps I can be of service?"

natoxfirenze:

thepeasantcourtier:

natoxfirenze:

Ezio lifted his head slowly to the woman approaching him, an eyebrow raised subtly at the words she spoke to him. He noted her accent wasn’t Italian, coming from elsewhere. But, she did show him respect and he chose to listen to her instead of heading off. 

“Si. We are need of new Initiates, the Borgia has been stealing the souls of many of them.”

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"I’m more than happy to learn others," She smiled, "it’s just what I trained with - I’m rather partial to long range weapons myself, if I’m honest but…" She shrugged, "like I said, I’d love to learn something new.

Ezio gave a nod and turned away from her, stepping into the large armory that all of the assassin initiates used, “You are more than welcome to give any of these a try. I am trained well in all of the. If you would like a showing of how to use them, I would be happy to assist.”

"If you wouldn’t mind," Sigyn smiled, picking up a hidden blade and examining it curiously, "I’m a little intrigued by this one - we used to have something similar for throwing knives long distances, sort of like a small crossbow but people often hurt themselves because they wouldn’t accept training. By the time I came to learn they were all museum pieces - how does this one work? It looks complicated,"

thepeasantcourtier wondered:
"Well I heard that death wore a white hood these days, but I never realised he'd be so handsome," Sigyn smiled as she approached him, inclining her head as a mark of respect, "A little bird told me you were recruiting... perhaps I can be of service?"

natoxfirenze:

thepeasantcourtier:

natoxfirenze:

Ezio lifted his head slowly to the woman approaching him, an eyebrow raised subtly at the words she spoke to him. He noted her accent wasn’t Italian, coming from elsewhere. But, she did show him respect and he chose to listen to her instead of heading off. 

“Si. We are need of new Initiates, the Borgia has been stealing the souls of many of them.”

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"There’s no need," Sigyn smiled back, "I have my own - though I suspect that axes aren’t as commonly used here as they are where I come from, or javelins for that matter," She chuckled to herself, "come to think of it most warriors back home prefer hammers and the like, so…"

Ezio raised an eyebrow at her choice in weapons but made no judgement, everyone had their favorites. His just happened to be his hidden blades. “If you need a new axe or javelin, you’re welcome to request for new weaponry.” 

"I’m more than happy to learn others," She smiled, "it’s just what I trained with - I’m rather partial to long range weapons myself, if I’m honest but…" She shrugged, "like I said, I’d love to learn something new,"

thepeasantcourtier wondered:
"I'm sorry ---- I'm sorry I left you there."

the-prince-of-mischief:

thepeasantcourtier:

the-prince-of-mischief:

Meme

Sorry is not enough,” he said quietly. “Not this time.”

"I know, but there’s not really anything else I can say," Sigyn replied, her voice just as quiet as his, "They said Narvi was hurt, of course I went to look after him, he’s my son," She sighed and reached out a faltering hand, letting it fall just short of touching him,"If I’d known it was just a ruse to get you alone so they could beat you then…" show drifted off with a vague gesture, "I’m sorry, I wish I hadn’t left you with them,"

A quiet sigh passed through Loki’s lips as he ran a hand over his face. “I know. I should not be acting this way. If Narvi had truly been hurt, I would not have been able to forgive myself if I had made you stay. I should not be upset with you. I should not take my anger out on you. You were not at fault. They were.”

"I should’ve known better than to trust what they were saying," Sigyn replied, "I’m more at fault than you are - and if they ever come near us again I will make them wish they never made an enemy of a healer, I can promise that,"

wolfofasgard:

"Sit…" Fenrir instructed, his voice a little short as he let a lazy hand brush through Thor’s blonde locks, himself perched on the edge of the couch as he eyed the others for a good second as he hadn’t had seen some of them in a while.
"Sigyn, you already know who this is… but to anyone else… this is Thor." He introduced the thunderer beside him, seeming to keep his mate possessively close.
"He’ll be joining us. Make him welcome."

"Of course," Sigyn smiled, "hello, Thor - it’s been a while, hasn’t it? How is everyone back on Asgard?"

thepeasantcourtier wondered:
"Well I heard that death wore a white hood these days, but I never realised he'd be so handsome," Sigyn smiled as she approached him, inclining her head as a mark of respect, "A little bird told me you were recruiting... perhaps I can be of service?"

natoxfirenze:

thepeasantcourtier:

natoxfirenze:

Ezio lifted his head slowly to the woman approaching him, an eyebrow raised subtly at the words she spoke to him. He noted her accent wasn’t Italian, coming from elsewhere. But, she did show him respect and he chose to listen to her instead of heading off. 

“Si. We are need of new Initiates, the Borgia has been stealing the souls of many of them.”

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Sigyn watched the stranger with curiosity as he moved past them, turning to Ezio when he spoke, “Well, I can start whenever you want me to - I can show you what I know already if you like?” 

Ezio gave a nod and started walking forward to the armory, expecting the female to follow him. He glanced back and his intuition had been true, “We should give you weapons before you show me anything, signora.” He smiled lightly.

"There’s no need," Sigyn smiled back, "I have my own - though I suspect that axes aren’t as commonly used here as they are where I come from, or javelins for that matter," She chuckled to herself, "come to think of it most warriors back home prefer hammers and the like, so…"

It’s pathetic. Everyone should interact with everyone, no matter what gender their character is.

100soft:

Dancing Baby Groot!

Just Visiting | thepeasantcourtier

"If it didn’t go okay, I probably wouldn’t be here." Natasha jested, a smile creeping onto her face as she watched Toby be removed from the room once more. "They’ve given me two weeks. I said I didn’t need it but they practically forced me to take the time off, said they wouldn’t actually give me any work to do if I turned up." 

"I’m not surprised," Sigyn chuckled, "You work too hard, love, You ought to take breaks more often than you do - you’ll give yourself an ulcer one of these days if you’re not careful," She sat down opposite Natasha once she’d set the table and poured them both a glass of wine each, "so - what’s the plan for your time off? Anything fun?"