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interactions: [COLOR=#396279]Týr[/color] & [color=#8FBC8F]Sif[/color] [@Danvers]
mentions: [COLOR=#536878]Odin[/COLOR] | [COLOR=#008080]Thor[/COLOR] | Others
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This was [i]not[/i] the place where Týr wanted to most be. It was the season of the Festival and here he was in some hovel in Denmark overseeing some potential artifact discovery for the "good of the company". He scoffed. What a load of shit. Odin would be sitting amongst company of the most questionable degree, sipping champagne and eating hors d'oeuvres, kicking back and relaxing in ways that Týr [i]wished[/i] he could divulge in.

	The life of a second fiddle. Honor and justice indeed.

A twisted grin replaced the sour look on his rugged face as he pulled out his phone and dialed the Allfather's number. It rang only three times before he picked up. [COLOR=#396279]"Hey there chief. Just wanted to update you on the latest information on this artifact for you. No, no, don't worry, everything is going according to plan. Better even,"[/color] He bent the truth just a little. He had yet to see this object in all it's glory, the thing currently being in transport as he stood there with his business partner and long standing friend. [COLOR=#396279]"It will make a fine addition to the collection."[/color]

His goal was to keep him on the phone long enough that it would ruin, even a tiny bit, of his Festival enjoyment. It was only right to do since Odin sent him on this fools' errand specifically to get him away from the event. What was the harm in a little payback? Nothing ever exciting ever takes place at those things anyways. Especially with Hera running the show. Why did they allow that? A question requiring an answer for another time, he mused to himself as his gift of gab continued to keep Odin on the phone. [COLOR=#396279][sub][i]'The longer the better.[/i][/sub][/color]

The cargo truck finally pulled up the dirt road he stood on, the sun casting it's final rays over the horizon creating a serene landscape for him to enjoy on company time. Opening the large crate before him he stared in wonder at the sight, [COLOR=#396279]"Look big guy, I've got to go now, but they did mention something about paperwork for you to fill out once I bring this bad boy back to the office. I'm sure it's nothing you can't handle,"[/color] the smirk was evident in his voice and he was position Odin could see it just as much as he could definitely hear it. [COLOR=#396279]"Catch you in a few!"[/color] And with that he promptly ended the call before moving to examine the priceless piece brought to him. It was a tricky position he had found himself in. Or rather... it was unwelcome. He wanted to be there among his godly peers, enjoying the ambrosia he waited an entire year to taste once more. 

It wasn't fair that he was to be sent like some errand boy to fetch a parcel for his [i]high and mighty ruler[/i]. But as is the relationship between the two of them. Nothing was ever the same when Odin usurped him on Asgard, or in the event of the loss of his hand by Fenrir - and that was after he had built a fondness for the beast; another thing Odin could not tolerate - though they were close; closer than Odin was with any of his other sons that is, the bond wasn't truly as strong as it was [i]before[/i]. Týr always had this inkling in the back of his mind that Odin did not trust the Bringer of Justice; his paranoia always seemed to be placed in the forefront of his mind, though Týr had never given him any reason to think so.

Picking up the sheathed blade that lay atop a bed of dried hay, Týr could feel himself being transported back in time. A time when he ruled his domain and no one stood against them. No one stood against [i]him[/i]. His blade returned to him at long last. It was all making sense now as to why Odin sent him. To have this marvelous piece of magic'd steel in his hands once more. It was enough to tug at his heart strings - just for a moment - before he composed himself and placed the weapon back into the box. [COLOR=#396279]"It's perfect."[/color]

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Even for Denmark the land was a desolate one. No cities lay close and the nearest village, which most would drive to, was only made up of a few houses & a farm. It wasn't exactly a place one would choose to visit, the absence of man made sounds reflecting this. Wind whipped through a small cluster of spruce trees, forcing a sleeping owl from its perch. Below the door of an extremely out of place looking pod slowly opened, hinges creaking from misuse. Most of the land around it had been excavated, leaving the device looking eerily similar to a crashed alien ship. There were dints and dents hinting at places where mortals had tried & failed to open it, rusting tools littered about the ground. The door uttered a final groan before failing to open fully. As it ground to a stop, a lethargic hand reached up to ease it the rest of the way. Steam curled in the cold air, rising as a figure sat up, long hair draped around their slim frame. Eyes blinked drowsily at first, before widening as their mind began to wake. Dreams and nightmares fell away like rocks from an eroding cliff, and Sif was violently forced back into the land of the living. Sitting there naked, she shivered, utterly exposed to the elements. Her face was a picture of confusion and fear, one which was mimicked perfectly by her hair as it faded from one colour to the next. 

[color=#8FBC8F]"[abbr=Shh, be quiet hair!]Shh, munu quiet hárr![/abbr]"[/color] Sifs hands ran through her disobedient locks of hair, gripping onto the ends anxiously. [color=#8FBC8F]"[abbr=You're so annoying]Þú're svá annoying![/abbr]"[/color] She exclaimed. Frowning as she looked around at the nothingness, she felt tears begin to well up in her eyes, threatening to spill over onto her cheeks. Sif brushed them away, taking deep breaths to calm herself. She couldn't cry now, it wouldn't do anything to help. [color=#8FBC8F][I]Stop it, stop it, stop it.[/i][/color] It would be more than embarrassing if someone found her in such a state. 

Hair still flashing every colour of the rainbow, Sif stood up. Thankfully her hair remained extremely long and at least gave her a minute amount of dignity, even if it did look like she was trying to mimic the aurora borealis. Stepping out of the...chamber she'd been in, she looked around hesitantly. Had Ragnorak happened? No, she wouldn't be alive if that was true and she was pretty sure that she [i]was[/i] still alive. Was this another trick of Loki’s? Maybe, she wouldn't put it past the trickster to do something so mean. But if that was the case surely Thor would be looking for her. As it was though, she was thoroughly alone and she knew she had to do something. So, she began to walk.

The soles of her feet quickly became black with dirt and dust as she walked through the empty expanse. Rocks and stones were hard against her bare skin but she continued on, ignoring the pain of fresh cuts and scrapes. She hummed to herself as she kept her stride, trying and failing to soothe her hair. Suddenly, shapes began to appear in the distance. Letting out what could only be described as a squeak of excitement, she quickened her pace, making her way over to the makeshift tents (though Sif initially did wonder if they were just weird shaped hills).

Peering through a gap in the material, the earth goddess let out a sigh of relief when she realized there was no-one there. There were small beds, stacked wooden boxes and...there! She ran over to one of the beds, lifting up a piece of clothing. The goddess didn't recognise it as anything they would've worn on Asgard and the small circles stumped her for a few minutes. Chewing down on her bottom lip in concentration, she eventually managed to figure out the complicated contraption. Pulling on what she would later find out was a men's shirt, she secured the circles in place once more. Sif looked down at herself, glad to see that it just managed to hang past her buttocks. [color=#8FBC8F][I]Guess it's better than nothing.[/i][/color] She also tried on some of the shoes but they were far too big and she was used to walking around barefoot anyway. 

Her curiosity quickly got the better of her and she sat down cross-legged on the ground as she began to look through the rest of the belongings, frowning at the strange collection of objects. [color=#8FBC8F]"[abbr=This land is strange...]Þessi jörð er strange...[/abbr]"[/color] She muttered to herself as she held up a small rectangular box, poking it and getting no response. It didn't seem magic. Cautiously biting the end, she stuck out her tongue in revulsion at its awful taste. [color=#8FBC8F][I]Not edible either.[/i][/color] Pressing a sticky out bit on the side, she yelped and dropped the box when it suddenly burst alive with a flash of light and noise.  

[color=#8FBC8F]"[abbr=It must be magic...]Þat eigmunur magic...[/abbr]"[/color] She pondered after realizing it wasn't going to imminently explode, poking at it cautiously with her foot and hoping it was not the work of a dark and evil sorceress. 

Things were moving smoothly, smooth enough that he would be able to hop on the jet as early as that evening. With a bit of luck and the wind on his side he might even be able to squeeze some ambrosia from Persephone in the near future. Things were definitely looking up for the Justice Bringer.

Bidding farewell to the mortals delivering the goods to him, Týr happily made his way back towards his tent, intending to gather up his belongings for the nonstop flight back home. Home. It was weird to think that that place was home and not something more opulent in views. Like the forests surrounding the countryside where he currently found himself. He missed the homeland where those who worshiped him once dwelled - those mortals few and far between nowadays. With a heavy sigh he looked out at the scenery before him, then turned on his heel like a well trained militiaman, and walked back into his temporary lodgings.

Upon entering, Týr was confronted with a sight that he hadn't been blessed with in over two thousand years. A woman half dressed, in his shirt no less, sitting cross legged on the ground trying to figure out the small contraption in her delicate hands. A chuckle escaped him, alerting her to his presence, [COLOR=#396279]"[abbr=Good to see you, Goldie~. It’s been a long time]Gaman að sjá þig, Goldie~. það er búið að vera langur tími[/abbr]."[/color]

At the sound of his voice Sif haphazardly scrambled to her feet, a blush creeping up her face, hair momentarily turning pure white from shock. [color=#8FBC8F]"Týr!"[/color] She exclaimed, pulling at the bottom of the shirt, which now felt impossibly short. Part of her desired to rush over and hug him. Maybe just because he was a familiar face but also because she had always wanted to. Instead, she jumped onto the nearest bed, pulling a rough woolen blanket fully over herself. [color=#8FBC8F]"Don't look at me!"[/color] She stated demandingly as she realised exactly how embarrassing this situation was. No-one but Thor had ever seen her in such a state of undress. There was no way he wouldn't think her utterly ridiculous.

[color=#8FBC8F]"...what are you doing here?"[/color] She finally mumbled after a few moments of silence, her breaths slowing to a resting pace as she remained hidden. Sif felt tears, of confusion and shame, well up in her eyes once again but she was quick to angrily brush them away. 

Her mannerisms were just as cute as ever, so flustered and easily cornered. If things had been different… [COLOR=#396279][sub][i]'But they are different,'[/i][/sub][/color] the little voice in the back of his head reminded him. There was the Fall, surely that negated the laws of marriage back in Asgard. No. This was his brother's wife. He couldn't think such things. Oh, but how easy it was, especially with her wearing one of his shirts, hiding beneath the covers of his cot.

Physically shaking impure thoughts from his mind he simply smiled at the goddess before him. [COLOR=#396279]""I'm here on an errand for the Allfather. The real question, my dear, is what are you doing here? Where have you been?"[/color] There was a sense of urgent concern to his voice as he examined her as best he could with a sheet pulled up to her neck.

Sif was covered in dirt and a few scratches, most likely from wandering through the brush. Hair aglow in the most beautiful way, creating a halo around her. Týr was enamored, just as he was so very long ago. [COLOR=#396279]"Come, you need to bathe,"[/color] he extended a hand to her, [COLOR=#396279]""I won't peek, swear."[/color] He held a large hand out for her to take.

The goddess eyed Týr warily. Not because she didn't trust him but because he made her feel impossibly nervous. Looking at him, she realised that he looked [i]different[/i] than she remembered, although she couldn't exactly pinpoint why. Still, he was right. Now that the adrenaline was no longer coursing through her system, she could feel the sting of the scrapes and scratches upon her feet. 

Hiding her hands behind her back, Sif offered him a small, almost coy smile. [color=#8FBC8F]"Okay, I'll bathe."[/color] She finally agreed, standing up as she hesitantly left the blanket behind her, allowing it to pool in a heap on the ground. She couldn't bring herself to take his own hand however, worried that it would set off her hair once more.

Stepping closer towards the god, Sif considered his earlier question. [color=#8FBC8F]"I haven't been anywhere..."[/color] She frowned, uncertainty etched across her delicate features. Her nose scrunched up as she tried to recall her last memories but it was difficult, and she felt her mind clouding, unable or unwilling to differentiate dreams from reality. [color=#8FBC8F]"I was on Asgard looking for Thor...and then I woke up here. I kind of assumed it was some trick of Loki's…"[/color]

He listened to her story, about how she dreamed of everything and nothing all at once. How she wasn’t sure she was in Asgard or some other plane of existence and Týr knew all too well what that meant for the goddess. He too spent his share of time in the frozen sleep, the frosinn svefn. He spent enough time in that chamber like prison to know how she was feeling, having just woken up and found herself in a strange new place; so unlike what they were used to so long ago.

Týr stood there, on the other side of the shower curtain, as crude as it was, adhering to his promise of not peeking as she showered the grit and grime off of herself. It was the least he could do. There wasn’t much in Denmark for them, other than the retrieval errand Odin sent him on. He would take her into town and get her some necessities before offering to take her back to the states where everyone was at.

At the mention of his brother’s name he stilled. There were things about this [i]new Thor[/i] that he wasn’t sure Sif would enjoy hearing. [COLOR=#396279]”Well, after you’re done in there…”[/color] he started, before laying out his plan for the two of them, [COLOR=#396279]”We’ll hop on the plane tomorrow morning, at day break, and be back with the others in no time. What do you say?”[/color]

Gripping the side of the shower curtain, Sif peeked around it, eyes widening in a mix of excitement and trepidation. [color=#8FBC8F]"I can see the others?"[/color] She paused. The water was warm and sent pleasant shivers through her as it dripped down her back. Her body ached less and she felt herself becoming more present. What he'd told her was still completely insane but at least she felt more herself. Plus she knew Týr wouldn't lead her astray...or at least the old Týr wouldn't have.

[color=#8FBC8F]"Sure but um, just a couple of questions first maybe. What's a plane? And what was that strange box I was holding before?"[/color] Sif asked, leaning closer whilst still trying to maintain her dignity, curiosity once again getting the better of her. The goddess wasn't a naturally shy person and despite the fact that she was still entirely naked & in arms reach of [i]him[/i], she was starting to feel more comfortable. As long as she didn't think about Týr too much and the fact he had probably also used this shower. Naked. Definitely naked. 

[color=#8FBC8F]""Oh, and...do you have a towel?"[/color]

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They had gone out into the small, modernized village not far from his campsite to purchase her more appropriate attire to wear; though if one were to ask him he would say there were no complaints at seeing her wearing his tunic and constantly trying to pull it further down her expanse of leg. It took a lot for him to focus up on things of pure and innocent nature.

Time seemed to have gotten away from the two Norse deities as Týr explained all that he could of the last two thousand years or so. It was a lot, that was no surprise, but he didn’t want to overwhelm the young goddess, there was still so much to show her and teach her about this new place that he didn’t want to ruin the excitement she was surely to have upon experiencing it herself. He would have stopped long ago but Sif had pleaded for him to continue, and so he had. There were few things that could sway the mind of the Justice Bringer - Lady Sif was high on that list. It had always been that way.

[COLOR=#396279]“Tell me, Goldie,”[/color] Týr began as he sat cross legged across from her in the private jet provided by Saga Antiquities, a glass of whiskey sitting on the small side table beside him. He was further from her than he would like, in reality they sat a perfect distance away, a reasonable, respectful distance - but there was something inside of him, calling out for her. A calling that he was having to constantly tamp down on. [COLOR=#396279]“What happened? What was the last thing you remember? What are you most looking forward to?”[/color]

Sif turned from the window, which she had been curiously peering out of, her expression a picture of awe. Once she had gotten over the fact they were flying impossibly high, higher even than the birds themselves, it was kind of fun. [color=#8FBC8F]"What do I remember?"[/color] She pondered, a small frown of concentration marring her features. 

[color=#8FBC8F]"Well..."[/color] The last thing she could recall was looking for her husband. Týr hadn't mentioned the god of thunder and though she didn't know why, the thought of potentially seeing him felt like a heavy weight in her stomach. Two thousand years was [i]so long[/i], even for a god. Had he missed her? Had he forgotten about her? Not wanting to show her worries to Týr however, she simply smiled at him. 

[color=#8FBC8F]"Right before the fall I'd sort of decided that I didn't want to [i]just[/i] be an earth goddess anymore. I wanted to try other things."[/color] She drew her legs up, chin resting atop her knees as she spoke. [color=#8FBC8F]"I know it's dumb and that you can't change who you are...but I was bored."[/color] Sif felt guilty for admitting it and immediately she wanted to take the words back. The god of justice, always so by the book, would of course not approve. 

[color=#8FBC8F]"But what I want to do now is try some of that!"[/color] She pointed at the whiskey, keen to move onto more lighthearted matters. Her legs brushed against his own as she shuffled to the edge of her seat, curious about the liquid that was neither mead or beer. [color=#8FBC8F]"And for you to tell me about yourself. All i know is that you're working for old one ey-...I mean Odin."[/color] The goddess grinned sheepishly at her slip of the tongue, gaze moving to meet his own. [color=#8FBC8F]"I really am very curious about you…[/color] 

He leaned forward on his knees, enjoying how close the two were. It filled him with a sense of home. Týr snorted at her name for Odin,it wasn't the worst one given to the old man and it wouldn't be the last time someone referred to him as such. The Lawbringer held out his glass for her to take, waiting to see her reaction to it, [COLOR=#396279]"Careful, it's not the same as mead. Not as sweet."[/color]

Carefully watching her, a smirk on his face he delved into answering her questions. It was only fair, [COLOR=#396279]"I can't fault you for growing bored. There is only so much to do, back then, before all of this,"[/color] he gestured around them on the whole, [COLOR=#396279]"As far as working for [i]'old one eye'[/i],"[/color] another smirk shot in her direction, a show of good faith that he too could be more than stoic all the time, [COLOR=#396279]"It just made sense at the time. He needed me and I needed something to do. There was a time where I served in the military but eventually I grew bored of my domain and the… repetitiveness it provided."[/color]

Their time spent in the jet was well spent, conversing back and forth, discussing the wonders of what she had missed, and reminiscing of their home back in Asgard. The good and the bad. The limited interactions they had back then. He dared not speak of the longing looks he had then, only for her to be married off to his brother. It wasn't his place to covet what was not his to begin with. A struggle he's held on to for eons.

[COLOR=#396279]"How do you like the whiskey?"[/color] He nodded towards the glass in hand.

[color=#8FBC8F]"It's..."[/color] She paused after taking another sip, before sticking out her tongue in a gesture of dislike. [color=#8FBC8F]"I'm sorry! I...don't think it's for me."[/color] Sif passed the glass back to him, a contrite look about her. She didn't want to move away from him after but it was kind of silly for her to remain hovering on the edge of her chair in such a way. 

[color=#8FBC8F]"Thank you by the way...for helping me. I can't imagine what I would've done if you hadn't been there..."[/color] It hadn't taken her long to realise that the shirt had indeed been Týr's, a highly mortifying revelation. [color=#8FBC8F]"I guess I'd probably still be naked."[/color] Her hair flashed bright pink for a second, hinting at her playfulness, prompting a [i]shh[/i] from the goddess. It had never been this misbehaved before and it was starting to get highly annoying. 

[color=#8FBC8F]"So you like working for Odin?"[/color] Sif asked forthrightly, hands moving to idly plait, and contain, her disobedient locks. 

Týr found her cheekiness endearing, even if she didn't want it out in the open. It was refreshing. [COLOR=#396279]"Not a bad sight to walk in on though,"[/color] he muttered under his breath, but loud enough for her to hear. He pretended to cover it up with a cough before taking another sip of his glass. [COLOR=#396279]"Ah, yes, the dreaded Odin question,"[/color] he mulled over what words to use to describe the intricate nature of their relationship. It wasn't the easiest to endure given their history together not only as father and son but when the Allfather decided to take the throne of Asgard for himself… well, Týr didn't put up much of a fight. Not that he didn't want to. It just wasn't in the cards for a victorious outcome for him. He wouldn't willingly walk into a battle that was entirely one sided; unless it was in favor of him.

[COLOR=#396279]"It's been difficult, but not everything is. Just being sent on errand missions is a little below my pay grade and expertise, but it is what it is. The fact that I was sent to Denmark must have been planned by the Nornir, wanting us to meet back up after so long. A pleasant surprise. I, [i]We[/i] have missed you,"[/color] he offered her a sincere smile over the top of his drink once more.

Sif was still trying to recover from his earlier comment, feeling like she must be blushing from head to toe. She'd buried into the oversized hoodie she was wearing, pretending that she was simply cold. Why, even after not seeing one another for so long, could he still prompt such an instant reaction from her.

[color=#8FBC8F]"I guess I'll have to thank him too then."[/color] She added with a small laugh. Though it did seem unfair that Týr was being treated in such a way, even if he didn't appear to mind. Guess things hadn't changed [i]too[/i] much. 

[color=#8FBC8F]"Um, I know you're probably super busy but maybe you could show me around sometime?"[/color] Sif asked after a few moments of silence, the goddess staring out of the window as the plane began to descend. Midgard sounded impossibly big now and the idea that, once they'd left the plane she might not see him again for a while, made her feel strangely sad. [color=#8FBC8F]"Only if you have time of course…"[/color]

He smiled widely at her question, she hadn't changed much but he noticed that there was a spark within her threatening to be released. A notion within her that he recognized as one that was within him too; long ago. Standing up to stretch he held his palm out to her just as he did so many hours before. [COLOR=#396279]"Lady Sif, [i]Goldie[/i], I would be honored if you would accompany me around town. Will you grant me such a wish?"[/color] He bowed lightly, placing a chaste kiss to the back of her in the process and threw on the most atrocious sounding accent, all in the hopes of keeping that beautiful smile on her face. [COLOR=#396279][sub][i]'Just for a little longer,'[/i][/sub][/color] he thought selfishly.

Her hair glowed golden and bright as she laughed, his play acting far more charming than any one god or person should be. [color=#8FBC8F]"I will gladly accompany you Tuisto."[/color] She grinned, eyes twinkling with humour.





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