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Peggy Carter!
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Eight O'Clock on the Dot!
El and Lux are making magic in this thread. Straight up fireworks, and the way they've played with drawing out the reveal is top class.
After all the battles, after all the destruction and loss of life, and the ‘defeat’ of Thanos, a semblance of tranquillity had returned to the small patch of nature the Midgardians had called ‘Central Park’. Yet despite having won the day, Thor did not feel like a victor, he did not feel tranquil either, he simply felt an empty hole inside his chest where his heart used to be. The mad titan had managed to rip it out, alongside ripping away the lives of his brothers and father, with him being unable to do anything to prevent it from happening. It was Baldr had simply called fate.
Looking around the park, he saw the other Asgardians, and a few non-Asgardians that had come to thank and support them for their sacrifices against Thanos. But none of them looked or acted like winners, like they had just save Midgard and all the other realms, they all seemed burdened by all the loss that had occurred around them, friends, family, and innocent lives all the same.
Turning to face Sigyn, he finally spoke, although his voice had lost the confidence and luster it had always born, even in the darkest times. ’I think we are prepared to return.’ he told with a tone of melancholy on his voice.
He had returned to Asgard after the battle, although it had only been to deliver Baldr’d so that they could prepare his body for what lay ahead. He had not met with his mother, but he was certain that she had felt every loss worse than he had felt them.
’We shouldn’t leave the others waiting.’ he told the mother of Loki’s children, giving her time to make her final arrangements before the short trip back to their homeland.
TAG: All Asgardians | Words: 300 | Notes: A small starter, but it does the trick
Post by Sigyn Iwaldidottir on May 19, 2016 5:35:16 GMT
So Let The Storm Come
tag: @thor // words: 645 // notes: Looonng Set Up
Sigyn had felt the death of the god of light in the moment, and so had time to slightly process it more than many of the others around her. They were all affected by Baldr’s death, most of all his brothers would feel his loss. She couldn’t imagine what the All-mother was feeling, either. There were other things for her to dwell on as well, but not for this moment in time. There were things to attend to far beyond simply preparing for Baldr’s funeral. There were so many other fallen warriors, whose spirits had already left their bodies and moved on to Valhalla, but rites still had to be performed.
There was also Odin’s body to be prepared, as well as Loki’s, should he somehow not have cheated death this time, as well as her Uncle’s. Freyr had also fallen prey to his prophecy, as Thanos had brought his intended foe to vanquish him. Her mother hadn’t taken it well, obviously. There were other visitors, including Morrigan. It was a good thing that so many people had turned in for support. She supposed she needed to contact SHIELD to ask for help with the recovery of bodies of their people.
Thor was standing there with the expression of someone who’d never known loss. Part of her felt like giving into the comforting hold, but more of her knew that he needed to be strong for the rest of the Aesir and Vanir and the Ljolsalfar. The Svartalfar were freed from tyranny and had their Princess, possibly their Queen back. Asgard should spare the people that it could, though Sigyn knew that it wasn’t going to happen. There was too much bad blood between their people for it to be repaired as easily as the end of another of their Tyrants.
Perhaps they needed to stop allowing people to take over their royal family. She supposed she was supposed to feel something at the death of Loki; he’d been her husband in an unhappy marriage for years beyond those of the mortals gathered here. She wasn’t sure her sons knew how to feel. Perhaps sadness on their parts, even Narvi.
She supposed in a way even she was, though mostly it felt unreal. Like it was another trick, that he wasn’t really dead. Who best to cheat death, after all? It was silly, but their relationship had been complex and twisted into something wretched. She knew that she would have to shoulder that burden alone as well; no one else on Asgard was going to understand her perspective.
Thor turned to face her and spoke. She supposed a show of support instead of pointing out that he needed to be strong for their people was more needed. “Though there is still much to do, I will leave that to our captains, sire. We should start return to Asgard.” Sigyn said, nodding toward Hjalmarr, who inclined his head. Their people would follow as soon as they were able.
There was one more person that needed to go with them, though. Sigyn walked a ways and found her mother, still in shock in the midst of Central Park. She was kneeling on the ground, and was openly weeping. Her brother was dead. “Mother, we have to return. Or did you want to go with his people?” Sigyn said, gently. It was bizarre to see her mother so vulnerable. Freya face her daughter. “I will go with the elves.”
Sigyn nodded, and the responded once more to Thor. “Let us go home.” For however long that was going to be. She didn’t know when they were returning to Midgard, but she imagined it would be soon. Frigga was waiting, and suffering. And as always in these times, it seemed like there would never be a moment to breathe.
Just because Amora hated Odin and his line didn’t mean that the mistress of mischief and magic hated Asgard. On the contrary, she held great fondness for the land that had birthed her and her sister; its crystal lakes and waterfalls, the vast natural wonders of its many fjords, the caverns full of glittering crystals she and her little sister had once found while exploring as children, the very smell of Asgardian soil and air and water. Even the hordes of bildgesnipe roaming wild were cause for a winsome nostalgia. In the long days and nights of Nornheim as a unassured awkward young girl, Amora had missed her home and wished for just a glimpse. No, Asgard was not horrible, far from it. It felt only fitting to pay her respects to all those things.
It had been weeks before her arrival of Midgard that Amora had first seen the first faint echoes of Ragnarok. Her scrying pools and glasses had foretold Thanos and his coming, a being unlike any other coming bathed in fire and death. Her scrying could distort things if she wanted them too, a useful tool to use against others to get what she wanted but it had never lied to her. She had felt it, seen it, her face had felt boiling hot before she pulled it away from the water. They say that when one sees their death, they see it with perfect clarity and without illusion, laid bare before them. Amora didn’t know if what she had seen had been her death or that or another but she had seen it regardless. She had fought and had been defeated by the mad Titan’s forces, a fact she was enraged about. But she had come here to Midgard and she had fought regardless.
Amora needed to go home. She needed to find her baby sister and she needed to recharge her magics. Lorelei and her hated each other but they were still blood born, still of the same line. Amora hated her but she didn’t want her sister dead, she needed to find her and see with her own eyes her fate. To send her body to Helheim if needed. Draped in a deep green dress of conservative make and attire, Amora quietly approached Thor and Sigyn and spoke without any of her usual artifice or conceit.
“I wished to come and...offer my condolences for those who have passed to Valhalla,” she offered, her voice huskier than either of them had heard. “Your father and brother, Son of Odin, were great warriors and leaders. I salute them. And your family who fell, daughter of Iwaldi, may they be granted great songs of their deeds for many centuries to come. I wish to go home also. I need to find my sister. And to offer my...to offer my help. We have no love between us, Thor Odinson and Sigyn Iwaldidottir and we all know that. But today is not a day of petty jealousy. I offer my help, for the land that bore me birth at least.”
Post by Sigyn Iwaldidottir on May 28, 2016 8:32:00 GMT
So Let The Storm Come
tag: @amora // words: 730 // notes: See Post
If there was anyone who should not be here, it was the Enchantress. “My, how useful you were in this trying time.” Sigyn said, being spiteful for once. She did not trust Amora anymore than she’d learned to trust Loki. She was a schemer, a liar, a manipulator. Sigyn had no doubt that this supposed meeting of condolences was all part of a larger scheme. As much as she wished to be catty right now, the kingdom was more important. So that still meant not trust Amora as far as any of them could actually throw her.
“I am surprised you do not have your own teleportation device or some other way to your home.” Sigyn commented, though this was simply said with fact and no other emotion to her voice; Amora was banished from the realm of Asgard, and so could not use Heimdall’s power to come and go as she pleased. Again troubling; why would she not use that to get back instead of come to them. It spoke of something sinister. That or Amora got her way home busted. Still it was a problem, but not one that should be Sigyn or Thor’s to deal with.
“Why should we trust you?” Sigyn said. “You have given no reason or indication in your past deeds that you care for anyone but yourself.” She said, and this much was true; even Lorelei’s well being seemed less important than Amora’s own. Perhaps the Enchantress had changed during her time on Midgard, but Sigyn doubted it.
Sure, she wanted to find her sister. Sigyn wondered what that was all about; neither of them seemed to care that much about each other. Perhaps she was just biased, but it would be just like her to give someone like Amora a second chance, and then have her suspicions confirmed by the very person she’d tried to give a second chance too. Despite her distrust, it was not her decision to make, but Thor’s.
She turned toward him. “It is ultimately your decision, my liege. But I would recommend having myself and Var ensure that the Enchantress does not try anything.” It would be the swearing of an unbreakable Oath, that as long as Amora was in Asgard during the time of funerary rites and passages, she could not use her magic beyond the ability to assist those in need. That was all.
She did not extend her trust toward Amora, especially not in a time like this one. This would at least ensure Asgard’s safety in this vulnerable of a time. The beaming storm god and Prince of Asgard seemed to consider her words for a bit. Thor was currently grief stricken, over all of the events that had happened, but knew that a decision had to be made. One made by him.
“It is unfortunate, but Lady Sigyn does have a point. I do not think your sister’s power will be necessary, Lady Sigyn. Just yours.” Thor said to the women, after a few moments.
“A wise decision. Come, after it is done, it will be time for all of us to return to Asgard. I will...need to inform Gerd of these events.” Freya said, managing to keep her composure up, as was Thor. Though it would be clear to those that knew them well that this was more for the benefit of the humans looking on and the lower ranking soldiers. Nanna trailed after their mother, exchanging a worried glance with Sigyn.
“Well, Amora. Will you agree to the terms?” Sigyn said. All that had to be done would be to make the Oath and then they would return home; The bridge would have to stay open as it had before since there were a few thousand Asgardians that would need to return home, and hundreds more to be attended to with Funeral rites. At least both them and the Atlanteans burned their dead. Only Dwarves and humans seemed to bury their dead, which should help with matters entirely.
Notes: Alright Amora, you’re up next; then I assume the Mini Event. Anyone can NPC Thor, btw. I’m NPCing Freya and Sigyn’s family, and the Mini Event account should be NPCing Frigga, just to cover all the bases here xD.
Amora drew herself up to her full height, her green eyes sparking with anger and indignation. If she had been in the form of an animal of some kind, her hackles would have well and truly been up and her fur bristling right then. She was about to zap back with a spiteful remark of her own but something told her just in time to force back the vitriol filled retort. If it had been any other day, she would have freely attacked the woman, royal though she may be. However, today was not the day to be trading blow for blow. Raising her chin imperiously, she swept past Sigyn with as much dignity and hauteur as she could conjure up with her head held high.
“I am sure the daughter of Iwaldi forgets herself in this trying time,” she replied loftily. Settling herself on the other side of Thor, she turned and pushed her hair back over her shoulder.
“As to my route home, I am afraid that my magical abilities have been sapped. By helping with trying to turn the tide of Thanos,” [she couldn’t help but add a slight bite of spitefulness to her words] “I have lost my access to my original way home. It falls to this way. I have no desire to darken any of your doors longer than I need to. I am sure that will come as a relief to many of your realms.” Okay, maybe she was letting her anger and spite through a bit more than she wanted to.
Her eyes narrowed slightly as Sigyn asked her point blank why they should trust her. Why should she in turn trust them? A line that was soaked and born into blood, that silenced all those who spoke against it, that demanded absolute obeisance or destruction? A line that rose to power on a battlefield soaked with souls and death and blood. Betrayers, tyrants, dictators. “And why should I trust you?” she retorted. “Just as you have no trust in me, I have no trust in either of you and no reason to build it. From childhood to now, the realm of Asgard has given me no reason to lay my knee or look at it with kindness. I came here to mourn the dead and seek the living, for ASGARD. For the land that gave me birth and the people, not for its ruling line. That is why I am here.”
Raising her chin slightly, she turned away to view the scene as Sigyn spoke to the new ruler. Her eyes swept over the park, studying its beauty before she turned back as Thor spoke. Eying him firmly, she deliberated on his words for a long time before she stepped forward to meet him. Her eyes locked with his, before she lowered her lashes over them.
“I swear by the nine realms that I will do as you ask and agree to your terms, Thor Odinson,” she finally answered.
Post by Sigyn Iwaldidottir on Jun 13, 2016 9:00:08 GMT
So Let The Storm Come
tag: Mini Event? // words: 673 // notes: ---
Sigyn was tempted to roll her eyes at Amora. Of course she didn’t. Amora was similar to Loki in this way; they both felt that they deserved to rule over Asgard. That they were entitled to it. Chaos would follow and then, of course, they’d be left with nothing but Ashes. She felt for its people? She didn’t even know its people. “Of course it is.” Sigyn replied lightly. Then it was starting and as Amora looked at Thor, Sigyn looked between them. She brushed off the rest of Amora’s commentary; it was unimportant in the long run.
“So mote it be.” Amora would now have to keep her oath; even the greatest magic could not shatter such a power. The only person who could do so was Karnilla, and that was only because of her parentage. Despite Sigyn’s overwhelming distrust of Amora and her real intentions (as if Amora actually had care for a being outside of herself), it was the best she had to work with. The Bifrost then opened up upon the realm of Midgard, and the living and the dead ascended. Sigyn and her mother and sisters went with the first wave, naturally.
So many preparations were supposed to be done. Not even daring to trust Amora with a male Guardian, she sent her off with Sif, since supposedly the woman cared about her sister. Lorelei was most likely still in the Dungeons. Hopefully. Asgard had been left with fewer defenses than normal. Thank the fates that Thanos was apparently too egotistical and proud and apparently stupid to take advantage of such a thing.
Her mother appeared very composed, and went to deliver the grave news to her Aunt, now a Widow. Freyr and Baldr’s death had come. But Fenris was in question at the moment; she would start to confirm things later. Waves of more soldiers, living and those who’d perished stepped through the portal. Many funerals were being prepared. Asgard had lost a great deal today, and though it was Baldr and Odin’s deaths and the death of others that were taking their toll, Ragnarok had been stemmed. The world was not destroyed.
Those who fell had fallen with honor and would be remembered. Sigyn did not look forward to informing Frigga of the death of her Husband….and her sons. She would still have to deal with those feelings later; Right now Thor and Frigga would need her and the other magic users. “We’ll need to….prepare the funeral rites, Thor. For all of them.” Though Loki didn’t deserve what they were giving him. A proper funeral, of course. But he shouldn’t be heralded as a hero. He wasn’t a good man, and he hadn’t been. Not for a long time now.
“We….also have to do a proper coronation. Not the celebration you’ve seen, mind you.” Sigyn stated. Thor as a Prince, should know that he was going to become the seat of power for Asgard. The magic and all the great power Odin had been granted was more because he was the King of Asgard, and thus had to allow himself to become part of it in some ways.
They were almost now to the palace, where one would have to inform Frigga and Vidar of what had happened. Sigyn had other questions and emotions to deal with, but until her help was no longer required, she would try and stay to support Thor in these try hours. She trusted Sif to keep an eye on Amora, as letting the Enchantress anywhere near the palace was completely out of the question. Frigga would be so angry that she was here; Amora might be of Asgard and so claimed to love the land and its people, but she didn’t know the first thing about them.
“All-mother? We’ve come back.” Sigyn said into the great hall.
Notes: Mini Event and then one more round with the funerals for Baldr, Odin and Loki going on? Also I didn't know how to keep Amora around for this part, since I assume she's not going to be allowed into the full palace proper >>;. Annnd a lot of this is funeral stuff....
There had been something wrong about this whole event from the start; Frigga had been nothing but worried ever since her husband had joined her sons on Midgard for the battle against Thanos; something inside her had been telling her that this was the end, or at least the beginning of it. She wanted so badly to join her family, but knew that she must stay on Asgard with their people instead.
She was informed immediately upon Thor and Sigyn's arrival back in Asgard, frowning as the guard that had delivered the news didn't give her any more information on the matter. Rushing towards the great hall to wait for them to make their way to the palace. Waiting upon the dais upon which Odin's throne sat, she rushed towards her son and daughter-in-law when they entered the room. "What has happened?" she asked as she approached, but the look in her son's eyes told her everything that she needed to know. "No... no..." A hand rose to cover her mouth as a cry attempted to make its way out.
"Mother, I..." Thor replied, voice choking to a halt as he reached out to wrap his arms around her, just in time to give her support as her knees gave out.
"My husband... my sons..." she replied, gripping onto Thor with all her might. If they had survived, they would be here with Thor now, and the grief showed in her eldest's eyes. She couldn't believe that she had lost the others all in one fell swoop. "That... monster. He did this?" she questioned, "You must tell me what happened."
Thor swallowed at that, shooting a look towards Sigyn. "I... Thanos, he used Loki to... and Father was... eaten by a beast. Loki, he... he sacrificed himself, with his magic, to injure the Titan. He retreated..."
It was clear that Thor didn't know what else to say and Frigga got her legs back under her carefully, though she still clung to her son, carefully wiping the tears that had gathered on her face. "What of our other casualties?" she asked the Lady Sigyn, who had been the one leading most of them to the field, "We will need to organize a large sjaund for all of the dead." She swallowed carefully. There would be much to plan now. "Thor. This makes you the King of Asgard."
sounds good to me. tags to Sigyn Iwaldidottir with maybe observational post on the funerals from @amora at some point?
Amora kept their gazes up until the Bifrost opened and then she stepped back to allow the waves of returning heroes and bodies to pass through into the realm of Asgard. The last wave she joined, trailing in just before it closed and locked them off from Midgard. Tilting her head up, she saluted Heimdall silently with a cant of respect then settled on wandering through the city. It had been a long time since she had been back here; how many centuries was it since Odin had commanded her to bow her knee and swear fealty to him? She still remembered it in all its gilded detail. The throne looming in front of them as the light hit it, shining its brilliance through the chambers and beyond, wreathing the man sitting on it in majesty. His dress formal robes flowing over the rests he had his elbows on, the embroidery fine and delicate, his courtiers and family waiting in the wings to congratulate them for joining the kingdom as willing subjects.
Amora had cursed the House of Odin that day and a tiny part of her wondered fleetingly if perhaps her magics had caused the curse to take effects during the battles against Thanos? Had her millennia old hateful words sparked to life and damned them? Amora hated that line with a fury that smouldered and burned inside of her every waking moment but she would have wished for natural death to come and take them, not at her own hand. Still, they talked about Valhalla as a glorious destination, where those who did great deeds in battle could rest and spend their afterlife doing whatever they wanted. Mostly drinking copious amounts of mead and telling their deeds over and over.
Where would she and her sister go when they laid down their lives? Where were their parents now? Had they gone to Valhalla? Musing on this as she walked towards the dungeon levels, she threw back over her shoulder haughtily at the shadowing Sif, <you do know that you do not have to follow me, Lady Sif. I can find my own way to the Dungeons after all.>
Met with stony silence and a glare that spoke volumes, she laughed merrily and flicked her long hair then continued on in a stride that belied her desire to find her sister; the only family she had left. They hadn’t spoken for many Asgardian years and had parted with cold, hard words but in times like this, hatred needed to be put aside. After all, the flagon of blood flowed thicker and faster than any other beverage in Hel and only a sibling could make the other miserable or cause them pain.
<Do not follow me here,> she told Sif.
Brushing her skirts out as she breathed in the thicker air of Asgard, Amora appeared at the top of the stairs. Waiting for few seconds to breathe in and out, she took the plunge and stalked down the stairs into where she knew Odin had kept the most dangerous prisoners. With her siren voice, Lorelei was dangerous enough not to be kept with the rabble.
<Lorelei!> she called, her voice booming out.<Sister?>
Walking slowly through the corridors, she eventually stopped in front of the glass allowing her to see her sister. Staring at each other, the Enchantress let out a long sigh she didn’t realise she had been holding inside of her and then ran a hand through her hair in frustration as tears welled in the corners of her eyes. <The Nine Realms, I have missed you,> she admitted as her sisters eyes bored into her. <I am so sorry, Lorelei. I know that we have both been so very petty but I am truly sorry for everything. I should have been there for you, should have come and claimed you from this terrible place. I should have broken down every brick in this city to get to you, braved every lance and spear then shoved my hand down Odin’s throat and choked him until he let you go. I have not been a sister to you.>
She looked down, breaking eye contact. <The Line of Odin was sundered, Thor Odinson rules now, and yet I fought for those Midgardians instead of for you, dearest one. I know that you can never forgive me for all those times I have left you or ignored you but I swear on the Nine Realms and the heart of Yggdrasil itself that this will be no more. I know you cannot reply because of your chains but I can see it in your eyes.>
<And I swear a vow that when I am secure again in my domain, we will be reunited and we will cause vengeance on the Line of Odin once more. Now we have Midgard to ensnare, that will allow us to succeed where before we failed. I will come for you again, Lorelei, sister, dearest of all my heart, bearer of my blood.>
Reaching out a hand to rest it against the glass, she spread it out as Lorelei returned the gesture. Eventually and with great regret, she pulled it away and walked slowly back up the corridor and back to the upper levels. Stepping out into the air that both felt free and constricting at the same time, the Enchantress made her way to watch the processionals that would soon send the dead to their after rest. Asgard knew how to use pageantry like no other at least, she had to admit. Pulling the hood of her dress over her head, she slipped into the crowd and waited silently, her pale heart face framed by golden tresses. Those bright green eyes of hers watched through the relative darkness of the cloak, her face outwardly serene but her mind rapidly planning and plotting.
She had promised not to use her magics here to harm and she fully intended to fulfill that vow, indeed. But, planning was never something to be forgotten even during times of sorrow.
word count: 1008! tags: whichever needs to reply| I had no ides what to do either, LOL
Post by Sigyn Iwaldidottir on Jul 6, 2016 2:15:14 GMT
So Let The Storm Come
tag: Fin// words: 522 // notes: End
Sigyn was thinking, after having left Thor and his mother to mourn alone for this time. She had to face her own demons today as well, and though he was still a horrible person, and even in death she could not bring herself to forgive him. But she would forget him, and the scars would heal and pass on. That was something from Midgard she’d taken; ‘time heals all wounds’ and some things, only time and effort and work could heal.
Still, there was much to be done here still, and she did not know if the Allmother would be up to the task alone. So it was important to remind her that she was not alone. Funeral preparations had already begun, for those who fell in battle against the Chitauri, to the greatest ones who fell against Thanos. The funeral pyre was being prepared for Baldr, as well as Loki and even the Allfather.
There would be red skies tonight, she assumed. Sigyn set about helping her mother and sisters prepare everything, as well as checking up on the Allmother when there was time to spare. They would need to begin rights for Thor to ascend the Throne, being the eldest of the remaining Odisons, it was his birthright to claim.
As it was also something that was necessary for Asgard to thrive completely. Preparations did not leave a lot of room to chat, and soon enough, everyone was in mourning. Thor’s coronation ceremony would be met with heavy hearts, and not in joy like it was last time. The pyres would be set ablaze, the bodies burned to ash and smoke.
Sigyn was still concerned about the appearance of Amora, but the woman had slipped away after visiting her sister. She would be a constant threat, but Thor was in a deep depression. He would not hear this now. Sigyn had many opportunities at her fingertips now, but Frigga was also morose. It would take time for them to get to a working order, and they would need help.
Only Freya seemed to shoulder her burden well; She had been a warrior queen for many years, and though Sigyn suspected her mother was doing it to keep up appearances. After all, it is hard to deny that you are crying when your tears became gold once they fell upon the floor. But all of Asgard wept with them.
Sigyn would like to return to Midgard; it was so….interesting. Intriguing. Amazing, really. While she loved her home land, coming back here after having spent such a long time on Midgard, first the power jump was amazing. She hadn’t noticed how everything hummed with magic; it was nice to be back. But then one saw the problems in one’s society.
Stagnant and unyielding. They had to change. They needed to change. Thor would need some advice for the coming weeks, and Sigyn knew she would have to be here to provide it, whether it was called for or not. Asgard needed to be brought out of this slump and into a new age.
She knew Thor knew it just as much as she did. She could only hope her words could reach him. With everything in place, the funeral rites and traditional sayings were said, and now Baldr and Odin and Loki were no more.