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Post by Idunn Iwaldidottir on Nov 7, 2016 19:19:39 GMT
After the night when I wake up
I'll see what tomorrow brings
That monster of a man had thrown an entire planet at Midgard in his tantrum. The resulting collision had alerted all of the other worlds capable of seeing it to the sudden transformation. From every corner of the nine worlds that Idunn was aware of, people were worried for what that meant for them, if that monster decided to do the same thing to their corner of the tree. Idunn’s first and foremost worry was for that of her sister, of whom she knew was on Midgard at the time. A meeting of the pantheon was called and Idunn sidled up to Bragi in the great hall, asking him if he had seen or heard the collision and if he knew what the elders would say. The confusion showed on their part too, and the only information they had to pass along was that The Mad Titan didn’t seem to be targeting any of the other nine worlds, but that they were monitoring the situation on Midgard as it unfolded.
Unable to stand idly by while her sister was in potential danger, Idunn went to her chambers and changed from the flowing textured dress she wore in the halls of Asgard to something a little more appropriate for a battle. As the first daughter of the Dwarven King Iwaldi, Idunn was not an incapable warrior and had a garment for such instances that she might be drawn into battle. Her usual single thread crown was also replaced to the chunkier, more protective crown, decorated to signify herself as the first Princess of Niadvellir. When she stopped at the mirror, she decided to throw on a travelling cloak and put the crown in one of the inner pockets. Her next stop was to Frigga to tell the Queen of her intentions. She would not be swayed against her decision either, and thankfully, Frigga didn’t put up much of a fight. That Baldr had returned also had her attentions held elsewhere, and Idunn didn’t wait around for the Queen to change her mind and formally request that she stay on Asgard.
Heimdallr had other ideas. As soon as Idunn was on the bifrost, her crown was placed back on her head in the signifying manner for battle and she rode to the world gate where the watcher stood, in the center of the room, waiting for her entrance. “Speak not, Heimdallr, and we shall not quarrel.” The tall man stood proudly, his hands on the sword of the gate as he surveyed the goddess in front of him. He easily could have picked her up and taken her back to the halls, but he instead opted to speak.
“Idunn, I cannot trust your safe travel on Midgard.”
“Heim-”
“But I can assure you of your sister’s safety there. She is unharmed.”
“Then there is no fear in allowing me to attend to her. She has been separated from Asgard for a length, Watcher, and furthermore, she is my sister, as you mentioned. I will not leave her alone in these times.”
“I can only offer you advice, Princess, I cannot keep you prisoner.”
Idunn raised her chin in stubbornness and her eyes in challenge. As if he would have dared. The show was slightly infantile and compounded as she walked carefully around him to the portal and stepped onto it. She considered leaving the travelling cloak behind, but folded it and draped it across her arm instead, looking to the Watcher as he strolled across the floor to the handle. When he turned to look at her, the demeanour she had adopted for those thirty seconds was dropped and she looked all the more like a child again. “It shall be okay, Heimdallr. I will not be unsafe.” The Watcher simply nodded and pressed down on the lever, sending Idunn through the rainbow bridge and landing her on Midgard only a few moments later.
~Midgard~
For a moment, Idunn thought that Heimdallr had sent her to the wrong world, as instead of a landmass, her gaze settled upon an ocean front. Looking down, she recoiled slightly to see that she was standing in the lapping waves of the beach and she turned a frustrated glare up to the skies. <By the Gods, Heimdallr, you had an entire planet to put me on and you choose this spot to do it?!> She firstly didn’t realize that she was still speaking in the language of Asgard, or that to the people of Midgard she might look crazed, and as she turned to step from the ocean she realized that he had also put her on a beach in full view of locals to the planet. Had she- Idunn turned and looked back into the ocean. Yes, she had missed those in the water too. Her gaze travelled to the large indent left in the sand by the bifrost, slowly vanishing as the waves continued to spill out across the sand. She looked skyward again and glared once more. <You will not like the words I speak to you on my return.> There was no threat to her words, and she knew that he would know that. By the time she returned, it was likely that her annoyance at the situation would have dissipated anyway.
Finally, Idunn turned back for the beachfront and walked from the water, across the sand, and onto the concrete footpath. She had spent the entire walk up longing to look at the buildings and now that she was in front of them, they were breathtakingly different. Far more different from her homeworld, or from Asgard. There were so many colors and shapes and smells and sounds. Idunn almost didn’t know where to turn her head first, although the humans around her were certainly studying her curiously. With her battle outfit, travelling cloak, wet shoes and tiny plant, she must have looked a scene, but she was ignorant of the stares and walked up to the first shop.
A colorblinding experience with fabrics of different makes and with pictures and words on the front. Idunn reached out to touch the fabric and pulled her hand back with a smile. It was soft. Softer than she had expected and it drove her deeper into the shop. Twenty minutes later, she had visited another three shops, all as interesting as the first with different things and ended up at a handmade jewelry store. She was asking the store clerk about the methods used on the rings. They were primitive, as she’d expected, but when the questions were returned and the clerk asked about her crown, Idunn was initially very happy to share, but then remembered that this world was not the Midgard they had grown with, and explained that it had been made for her and she didn’t know the method used. Still, Idunn suggested she try a method a little different, but would provide a stronger garment and then left. She had to find Sigyn.
The clash and change of the universe in reaction to Thanos apparently behaving as a child would and throwing an entire planet at Midgard had been hard on the Asgardian woman. She’d seen it coming, in her dreams. The infinity stones had wills of their own; unsurprising. What was surprising was that there were three on Earth. She didn’t know the exact locations of any of them, except for the one in Vision’s head.
When the universe shifted, Sigyn surmised that she was one of the few beings to actually feel such a thing; she suspected that one of the only people she’d talked to previously who would also be able to feel the same sensation was Dr. Strange. Once it was all said and done, Sigyn felt another wham of pain, this time in her mind.
It laid her out cold for a day and a half; memories of the old world mixing with memories of the new and visions of the future...Of everything else having changed and the cycle starting over...and visions of the skull of a bird clad in darkness, apparently reaching out. She didn’t know what they all meant, she just knew that her head hurt a lot from the experience.
“What a child. What kind of conquerer throws such fits?” Sigyn muttered to herself, sounding disgusted. The Asgardian in her could objectively see that he was a ruler and a conqueror, but apparently not a very bright one, and coming from the worlds of the Aesir, that was saying something. Sigyn looked around to see where she was; no longer in Stark Tower, that was for sure.
She should probably check in on Tony; he was much more of a child than she’d thought; who knew what he was going to do when left to his own devices. Looking at her surroundings, she seemed to be in a rudimentary cabin, though still with some of Midgard’s technology. A quick look around definitely informed her that it was her cabin; the two cats twining about told her as much, as well as the shelf of books. She carefully stepped over them and exited the cabin, raising her arm to block out the sun.
She should probably find out where she was in the world, exactly. The best way to do that would be to take a look around her. As Sigyn walked around, she could tell that she was somewhere still in the ‘New York’ area, but it seemed like the wilds of their mountains and more rural and beach like townside.
Her clothes were also more Asgardian than Midgardian in design. She wondered what exactly had changed; her ‘newer’ memories weren’t exactly filled with any of her adventures in the world of man; in this universe, she’d only been here for a few months, she got the feeling. There were probably more in-depth notes contained in a journal or something, but Sigyn wished to explore the town around her first.
As she strolled about, she noted whispers and people in awe….was Thor back on Midgard, then? No, it didn’t seem like it. In fact, as Sigyn headed in the direction of a collection of shops, she noted the silhouette of a very familiar person.
“Idunn?” Sigyn asked the strangely dressed woman that was chatting with a shopkeeper. She was pretty sure this was her older sister; who else would it be? But what was Idunn doing on Midgard? Sigyn supposed she would have to ask.
Post by Idunn Iwaldidottir on Nov 13, 2016 4:41:01 GMT
After the night when I wake up
I'll see what tomorrow brings
It was distracting, and she couldn't help herself. Torn between surveying every blonde woman she walked past and looking into the stalls to the side of the footpath, she was starting to realize that looking for her sister might be more of a challenge than she had intially conceived. Still, this place she was in had to be in proximity to Sigyn or else why would Heimdallr have sent here here? And how many blonde woman could there possibly be? It was hard, too, when Idunn passed by several clothing stores and had the owners looking over her attire. She was stopped by one of them, an older lady who wanted to feel the hardened battle wear. A black dress with gold embellishments that was distinctive to those who knew who owned it. What the woman behind her knew was everything about Idunn, and the goddess spun on her heels at the sound of her name.
Already in a fairly good mood, Idunn was smiling when she faced her sister and covered the few steps between them to wrap her into a tight hug. Thank you, Heimdallr, she thought to the skies. She had expected the search for her sister to last far longer than what time had passed already, but she was glad at the same time that it hadn't. “Sigyn-” Idunn immediately used her whole name, instead of the nickname she’d spent the better part of the last few hundred years calling her. Idunn pulled back but held onto Sigyn, examining her clothing and physique as if she might find her sister had been in a fight of some kind. “Well, you look to be well. Are you? You aren't injured?” Idunn had dropped her travelling coat in her haste to see after her sisters wellbeing and when she noticed, she let go of her sister to bend down and pick it back up.
“I have no doubt that you saw the events unfold?” Though she had ‘no doubt’, as she’d expressed, it was still in the form of a question because what if Sigyn hadn’t seen what had happened? Idunn spared a glance to the mortals around her and then returned her gaze to her sister. If she didn't, then Idunn would need to take her aside to somewhere quiter to explain. She knew of her sisters speciality with seeing the worlds, however, and most of her mind was simply waiting for the affirmative.
Sigyn found herself being pulled into a tight hug, which she returned full force. Asgardian and Dvergar alike were not shy, reserved people. They spoke their minds and these sorts of displays were far more common on Asgard than on Midgard. Well...than in some places of Midgard. Sigyn was glad to hear her full name used; one did get tired of embarrassing nicknames, after a while.
Still if anyone was going to embarrass her, she’d rather it be family than strangers. Aside from which, it was odd to see Idunn here; out of all of their siblings (half-brothers and sisters alike), Idunn had what could be considered the most important job; the collection of Asgard’s variant of Ambrosia; The golden apples of Yggdrasil. Only Idunn could collect them; she hoped the rest of the realm had several bushels in storage for Idunn’s visit.
Speaking of which, Sigyn was about to ask before Idunn fussed over her. Some things never changed. “I am fine, Idunn.” She replied to her older sister with a slight smile, as Idunn reached down to pick up her discarded cloak. “I know, it’s hard to believe that I have the capacity to take care of myself.” She added, with a wry grin. She did appreciate her sister’s concern, after all. However, Idunn sometimes….went a tad bit overboard with her caring. It was no wonder Syn and her butted heads from time to time.
Or that being the eldest of the sisters, she was also the bossiest. “Some of them; Nanna is more likely to have seen more of the changes than I.” Sigyn answered. Only three of them had the more mystical talents beholden to them, and Nanna, being the youngest and the Moon, was extremely clairvoyant. More so than Sigyn was herself.
“I saw and remembered, and saw again.” Sigyn added. There were future threads, needling at her, though she’d only caught glimpses of what was to come. “Baldr has returned.” Sigyn had certainly seen that; it was good news that the Sun god had come back. “So has our Uncle.” He had not died in this universe, or not in this restructuring of it, anyway. It appeared as if a fair few people had come back from beyond the grave in this version of the worlds.
“What brings you to Midgard, sister?” Sigyn asked. Most of her sisters were just as busy with their own jobs in Asgard. Sigyn had only left because hers was not seen as important as some of the others, and she had full confidence that her Library staff could handle most of the requests that came through to them.
“Ah, but before we get in to that, perhaps we should go to a ‘café’.” Sigyn mentioned. Restaurants and cafés didn’t exist on Asgard, so this would be a new experience for Idunn. Luckily for the sisters, there was one nearby and they could continue their conversation without taking up the street with their conversation.
Post by Idunn Iwaldidottir on Nov 15, 2016 10:58:40 GMT
After the night when I wake up
I'll see what tomorrow brings
Certainly none of Sigyn’s strength had left her since the sister’s last meeting and Idunn was pleased to feel the strength of Sigyn’s arms wrapped around her. It was also nice to see that her time on another planet had not sapped her of any of her affection. The sisters were far more affectionate in private, but they weren’t cold when it came to public displays either. As she looked over her sister, she missed the look that might have indicated that Sigyn had something to say and barreled on with her own questions. Sigyn was happy enough to answer them and assure her elder sibling that she was indeed well. “I have faith that you can take care of yourself, sister.” She smiled at the grin and felt a weight lift from her shoulders now that she had seen to the well-being of her family.
Then the most serious question was answered and Idunn nodded solemnly. “The entire tree has felt the ripples of that single act upon Midgard. Nanna has seen a lot, but she had also locked herself away… and she was not the sister that was on Midgard at the time of the collision.” She listened to Sigyn’s addendum, but didn’t quite understand because she not needed to forget anything. Idunn had never been to Midgard and she was not in the path of the Mad Titan’s wrath. The way it was worded caused some of the tension in her shoulders to return and she furrowed her brows trying to understand. Idunn had no capacity for magic or premonitions so she let it go for the moment, knowing that she would come to understand eventually.
Idunn nodded when she continued. “Yes, they both returned to Asgard first, but I hadn’t the chance to meet them before the departures.” She hadn’t wanted to give Frigga or anyone else the opportunity to convince her to stay. They certainly would have been met with a fight, but they also would have likely managed to talk her into staying as well and sending another of their family to check on Sigyn. As the eldest, Idunn felt like she should be the one going.
Sigyn finally had a chance to ask her question and Idunn opened her mouth to talk when Sigyn stepped in again and suggested they move their meeting to a different location. She had been here longer, so she obviously knew better and closed her mouth to nod. “A fantastic idea. What is a ‘café’?” She asked, following along next to her sister and readjusting the items in her hands so they were more comfortable. The tree clipping seemed to be adjusting well to the air quality on Midgard, but they had only been there for several hours. She considered for a moment taking off her crown, but even though there was no threat of a fight in the immediate, that didn’t meant there wouldn’t be one soon.
“Well the…” Sigyn looked around at the people overlooking the sisters reuniting. “Well there are two different pathways; two different events that happened. You weren’t there for all of them.” Sigyn explained; she didn’t think Idunn had been sent down to Earth with the reinforcements during the first attack Thanos had launched. Because to Sigyn’s knowledge, only the battle of New York had ever taken place in this reality; Ragnarok had not started on the soil of this Midgard, after all.
There were some other things to be concerned about in her visions, though Sigyn didn’t know what any of them quite meant. Being able to glimpse the future was not as exciting as Midgard’s fantasy made it out to be; interpreting signs and what they meant is really what it came down to, and errors were not uncommon, especially when one first started out. Also, “Ah, I’m sure I would’ve been fine.” Sigyn was grateful that the infinity stones had shifted things around, if only because a planet crashing into Midgard would’ve been bad; Heimdall likely could’ve only saved a handful of all of the people, herself included.
But the losses would’ve been horrendous, had the collision ever happened.
It wasn’t like their mother would’ve stopped them, though Sigyn imagined that Frejya was fairly busy doing her own duties, especially since it seemed as if Odin had still been fated to fall during Ragnarok. Some things seemed to be the same, and some things seemed to have changed entirely. But it was hard to enough to talk about them while standing, let alone standing in a main thoroughfare of the people. “Hmm….It’s like the place Thor first visited when he was on Midgard. A small feasting hall, that primarily focuses on Midgard’s version of ‘breakfast foods’,” Sigyn sort of explained. It was hard to describe. Luckily there was one nearby and they could go in there and...
“Idunn, is that a stalk of a tree?” Sigyn asked, noticing the plant finally. She didn’t think it would be a problem, and they were quickly admitted inside, though Sigyn requested a Patio table, so they could be outside and Idunn’s tree wouldn’t be separated from the air and sunlight it needed. Not that being inside for a while would hurt it, but Sigyn figured that it was better to be safe than sorry.
Now they could talk in peace, so Sigyn waited for Idunn to answer her previous inquiry.
Post by Idunn Iwaldidottir on Nov 20, 2016 23:24:43 GMT
After the night when I wake up
I'll see what tomorrow brings
Sigyn explained and the ‘ripples’ just seemed to get worse. Especially for Midgard. Two different pathways? Two different versions of Midgard. It wasn’t lost on Idunn the possible repercussions of such a thing and she felt a knot form in her stomach. No good at all. “I fear it is only Midgard that has experienced these changes, but I have not had an interested in the other worlds aside from Asgard and Vanaheim. The elders did not mention any of the other worlds attached to the tree suffering.” Which was good, because if it was just one planet that had been affected, they could minimize any possible further damage to the world tree.
Oh! Yes, Idunn remembered the stories of Thor’s first trip to Midgard without his hammer or his powers. The story of the small woman who could control electricity with her hands had made everyone laugh. Idunn was excited to see such a place, but frowned as they walked for a moment. “These are the ones where we do not destroy their cups, yes?” She was looking forward to this “café” now. Perhaps they would get some Midgardian “breakfast” later as well; and perhaps, also later, Sigyn could introduce Idunn to the warrior that felled their then-Prince.
The sisters reached the café in little time and Idunn followed Sigyn in, looking from her clipping to the building. It wasn’t a big thing, or a fancy thing. A nice place for people to sit and have a coffee and indeed several couples were already dispersed around the venue enjoying the offered product. They were led outside and Sigyn sat at a table, following quickly by Idunn who put the plant in the middle of the table and watched it sway in the light breeze, sending a beaming smile into the leaves and small blossoms. “T’is. A young blooming branch from the garden tree. Frigga has put an enchantment on it so that I may care for the tree, still, in my absence.” Idunn brushed a finger along one of the leaves. She was not skilled in magic in the slightest, but Sigyn knew things, and she wouldn’t look strangely upon the fact. Idunn did wonder if the branch would produce fruit while on Midgard, but she hadn’t thought to ask at the time.
“That is not of import, however. The Elders know very little of what happened here on Midgard, and I feel that they may be too hesitant to visit and find out for themselves.” At least for the time, and not before they had left the planet to recover for a time. Idunn had had no such qualms about coming, although now that she was here, she could feel that there was a washiness in her stomach that wasn’t disappearing. With all the deaths of Ragnarok being reversed, and the landmasses of Midgard being changed as they were, things were just slightly left of where they had been before. “But you are safe, and that was my worry.” And now that she was on Midgard, a planet she had never been to before, she wanted to explore it. “What meads do they have here?” She asked, changing the topic and looking around to wonder where they collected it from.
“Perhaps.” was Sigyn’s response. “Are we still at odds with the Svartalfar, or has that changed?” Thanos had never taken over their world in this reality, as far as Sigyn was aware. Perhaps she was wrong in that assumption, but since Midgard seemed to have drastically changed, there was no question that other things might have as well. Ragnarok hadn’t dealt the same devastating blows in this reality as it had on the other one. While it was uncomfortable, shying away from the truth would do more harm than good.
It was something to think about, and while Sigyn was sure she had the answer herself, it would take the sifting of two different sets of memories to figure it out. That would be best done while not bonding with her sister, during her visit to Midgard for the first time.
“Well, Midgard is decidedly more delicate than our realm, sister.” Sigyn said with a wry smile. “While they’ve built marvelous things, I don’t think most of their stuff is built to withstand our sort of revelry.” Sigyn added. The technological advancements that Midgardians had made were splendid in their own way. She quite enjoyed how popular bound tomes were, and their visual arts were stunning.
Still, most of it was not made with the people of Asgard in mind. Sigyn noted the tiny sapling and was impressed. Then again, you didn’t get to be the goddess of sorcery for nothing. “What an intriguing enchantment! Is your branch linked to the tree?” Idunn didn’t know much about sorcery, but then only two of her sisters were the other skilled magic users in the family, and only two of them, her half-sisters, didn’t possess the dwarven gift of enchantment.
“I am not sure myself; the memories I have are muddled at best, but it appers that in this current timeline we have, I was not here until recently.” Three months ago sounded right. There was some sort of thing she had going on with SHIELD in this timeline? Not like the other one; this SHIELD was more...severe. She had told them in no uncertain terms that she would be the one to contact them if she wished for their assistance, not the other way around.
She did not think Fury had quite liked her for that, but she’d been left alone for the moment, if only because she knew the wrath SHIELD would bring upon itself if Thor discovered them reacting badly to her polite refusal. He was their liege fully now, after all. “Well, they are needed more on Asgard, and you know mother would visit.” However the two of them also knew that Freyja would take her time in reporting back. “Though I assume they’ve pleaded with her not to, for the moment.”
That Idunn was concerned was touching, but expected of her older sister. Sigyn never did seem to shake the younger sister status, even though she was the third eldest! She she said nothing on that matter, but did give her older sister a warm smile.
Then it was back to Midgard. “Ha, nothing quite powerful enough for us, I’m afraid. But they do have some rather fruity beers and ales. And some odd, showy drinks that aren’t very alcoholic. Though that’s not why most Midgardians get them.” Sigyn explained.
She was fairly sure the two of them could outdrink any mortal man on earth, provided they didn’t have any extra boost via mutant abilities. “Though for something we might actually feel, Atlantean wine is good.” Sigyn stated. “First, though, try some coffee.” Sigyn mentioned, grinning. There were other things as well, including several pastries that Idunn had never tried.
Post by Idunn Iwaldidottir on Dec 6, 2016 1:48:59 GMT
After the night when I wake up
I'll see what tomorrow brings
“It is my belief that all of the events that occurred on Midgard and affected the other worlds have remained in place on the other worlds. At this point, I am sure that Thor has called a ceasefire as the tree deals with the effects of the collision.” But Idunn was not a tactician and she had little to no interest in Svartalfar or its people. The ceasefire had been more like as warriors had been returning to Asgard, but not complete withdrawal from their engagements. Her shoulders raised in a gentle sign that that was all the information she had. Unfortunately, she could not give her sister any more detailed information.
Oh good, Sigyn had caught the merriment and Idunn smiled brightly. “Yes, rather like children.” And Idunn did so have a soft spot for children. She couldn’t just pick them up and hug them though, even on Midgard, hugging people without reason was frowned upon; and they had to have some level of closeness. She laughed again and looked to her sister. “We shall go to one of their cities. I would like to see more of their creations.” And Thor had only mentioned them in passing, so it would be completely new for her.
A very intriguing enchantment and Idunn smiled. “Only to the tree in the garden. Yggdrasil can look after itself without my help.” The tree had been alive for eons before Idunn had been born, and hopefully, it would be alive for many more after she had died. That didn’t seem to be any time soon, either. “This branch was blossoming, so I am unsure if it will bear fruit being so far away and on a new planet.” It would be interesting to see, however, but she had not depended on it, and had brought along several apples in her travelling bag just in case.
“That is a concern.” If even Asgardians couldn’t be trusted with their memories, what else could go wrong? At the very least, Idunn didn’t assume that Sigyn had had any head trauma. How would that affect Sigyn on Midgard though? Idunn didn’t know, but she left that up for her sister to figure out. She had been to Midgard first, and if her memories still held traces of the planet, than she would likely be okay. “Perhaps they will decide to send an envoy.” Including their mother, if they thought that a war might break out. Not that it would last long if it were to be between Asgard and Midgard.
Idunn smiled at her sister’s merriment and nodded, turning back to her. “No, but still, I would like to try as much of this planet as I possibly can.” It was so very different. Even if it didn’t affect them as it did the Midgardians, the flavour should surely prove to be to it’s advantage. When Sigyn mentioned that there might be something that could affect them, Idunn was curious. She had just said… but- “Oh… Atlantean? Is that the property of the wine? What is an Atlantean?” Some kind of grain, perhaps. Or a fruit. And then it occurred to her that ‘Atlantean’ could be a race on Midgard. Like Dwarven mead. Whatever embarrassment she would have felt if that turned out to be the case was washed away when Sigyn mentioned coffee. “Oh, yes, please.” Coffee had been what Thor had spoken so highly of.
Even though Sigyn remained focused on her chat with Idunn, there was a needling in the back of her mind, as if something were forgotten, or as if something were insisting she go somewhere. There were things she remembered that had never happened in this reality; Meeting Mr. Stark, Prince Amalroos and Mr. Barnes, as well as Emperor Namor. But none of them surely remembered her, excepting of course Amalroos; Midgard was the only realm afflicted with change; buildings that had been destroyed were restored, people that had died had returned to life. But that was definitely not to be mentioned to her older sister whatsoever.
They really didn’t need any ‘cause to stir up old wounds again, not after the Dark Elves had ‘won’ their freedom; with Odin dead they could just leave them to their own devices. So long as the Dark elves stayed on their side and caused no trouble for Asgard or the other realms, it would be fine. Besides, thinking about it just made her angry with all of them again. “Ah, no. I remember now. Or, I see now.” The memories she had held no weight in this reality. “It was after the events of Ragnarok that things had shifted for this world.”
“Well, I suppose that is good. Hopefully Lady Frigga will provide a voice of reason.” Sigyn said; Thor, even after his arrogance had been tempered, was still a bit of a hot-head; though now he could not simply charge off after enemies; he had to consider his options carefully. They moved on from the topic of politics and strategy and on to Midgardian technology. Sigyn thought on this.
“I think we should go to New York. Mr. Stark, one of Thor’s friends, lives there.” Even if he didn’t remember her, he should remember Thor at least. Knowing Mr. Stark, he probably wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to ask them questions about Asgard in general. “We seem to be nearby anyway.” Another reason to choose it; it was the closest city available.
“We’ll have to see, won’t we?” Sigyn replied with a small smile. While not as into gardening and plants as her sister was, Sigyn did have some skill in such matters. It was not a hard skill to develop, and most Asgardians had a plethora of them when they began to grow older, like their mother or Odin; eventually you just started finding things to occupy your time.
Sigyn had to shrug; she’d long since become desensitized to woeful news or bad omens; there wasn’t much to do but wait until the patterns revealed themselves more to her. There was no need to dwell on those thoughts, however. Sigyn turned her attention back to matters of Midgard. Sigyn supposed Idunn was right, though she could not speak to the flavor of much of their alcohol. It was not exactly great for the most part. This was, however, a more personal thing.
Of course Idunn should develop an opinion on her own. Sigyn looked a bit confused. “Asgard had a treaty with their society ages ago. It fell out use due to our retreat from Midgard, but they are the oldest Midgardian civilization. They live in the sea.” Sigyn mentioned, though she was aware of how her sister felt about the ocean. ““But yes, let’s try coffee first.” Sigyn said, having yet to have; she preferred tea variants, after all, and tea was about as old as the Asgardians themselves were.
Flagging down a waitress, she ordered what she consider a light meal. In reality, this could probably feed a family of four. That was Asgardian appetite for you.
Post by Idunn Iwaldidottir on Jan 6, 2017 0:20:16 GMT
After the night when I wake up
I'll see what tomorrow brings
With her short expansion on the situation, Sigyn seemed to understand more about the worlds outside of their own. She also seemed to understand that by ‘the tree’, Idunn wasn’t directly referring to Ygdrassil, but the worlds attached to her branches. Now that she was thinking of them though, Idunn was wondering how Hel would feel about the souls being taken from her domain. “I must say, I can’t imagine how hard it must be for you to be experiencing the changes.” To Idunn, this is the first time she had seen Midgard, for Sigyn, she had lived here and come to know it’s buildings and people. How much of that had changed for her?
Idunn laughed softly at Sigyn’s suggestion that Lady Frigga would be the voice of reason. She often was around Thor, and especially Loki. It wasn’t often that either of their tempers or wayward suggestions couldn’t be tempered by Lady Frigga’s delicate but forceful suggestions. Even amongst those not in her family, she was listened to with the utmost regard for her opinion. Idunn supposed that came from being a Queen.
“Is he the one that quarreled with Thor in the metal suit?” It was mostly a rhetorical question, and said waspishly as she played with the leaves on her branch. She knew who Stark was, and she looked up through her lashes with the smallest of smiles to Sigyn to show that. “Any friend of Thor’s should be a delight to meet.” Especially one that had seemed to rile their King so heavily. “We shall make it an adventure.” She said in mention of her plant growing apples. Perhaps with enough care, it would produce fruit.
It seemed she had been wrong in thinking that Atlantian wine was a product of fruit or vegetation and that they were a society. She listened to Sigyn’s explanation and then wrinkled her nose for a moment as the mention of the sea. That was probably why their name had fallen from her memory. “Well, I won’t hold that against them.” She jested with a smirk. In all honesty, there wasn’t that much wrong with the ocean, just that her affinities lied in ground based things and the ocean was notorious for being uncompromising. “Heimdallr, I assume, found it amusing to set me in the waves.” Idunn knew that Sigyn knew about her lack of flavor for the sea, most of the people in her circle did.
“It is strange and disconcerting, but in a way, fascinating.” To remember two distinctly different worlds, dark mirrors of each other, was quite interesting; did she change, or had she merely been transferred? As an Asgardian, she wasn’t a human nor mutant entity. This was an entire reality warp, a transformation of a universe. Not something many beings could do. “I suppose the question is, how would one get back to their own reality?” She pondered; She didn’t think it would be possible for them; they simply did not possess the means to do so.
Sigyn herself was not as affected as she should be, though there was some concern for Rogue, or Anna Marie. Surname not give, most likely because her father had never given the girl his name, though she was aware that this sort of practice had fallen out of style. “I do believe that Thor held back. Had he not, he surely would’ve crushed Mr. Stark…” Sigyn said, with a slight smile of her own. “And yes, although it’s really an astounding mix of materials that he uses, some of which I think only exist on Earth!” Sigyn stated, switching gears. “I’ve been meaning to invite Father down here to see a few things, and Mr. Stark’s metal suit would be one of them. Another is a hysterical movie about a princess and some dwarves.” Sigyn stated, hoping that Snow White still existed in this universe.
“Indeed. It will be a,” Sigyn paused for a moment, aware of the terrible joke that she was about to make. “fruitful endeavor.” She finished with a cheeky sort of smile on her face at that. “Sister dear, there is plant life in the Sea, you know.” Sigyn replied, before adding “And grandfather also lives down there, as far as I know. I think he’s still there…we’d just have to find him.” Sigyn said. No doubt he would be either beholden to Namor or not really care about much anymore, except for his home brew experiments. “I’m sure your behavior beforehand had absolutely nothing to do with it either.” Sigyn added, aware that Idunn, though bossy, also had an impish streak to her at times.
Post by Idunn Iwaldidottir on Mar 5, 2017 23:34:12 GMT
After the night when I wake up
I'll see what tomorrow brings
Strange and disconcerting were about the best words Sigyn could have used that didn’t set off alarm bells. She was coping, and well. Then again, she was also an Asgardian, so they were used to a certain level of strangeness. She brought up a question that had Idunn notching her head as she tried to think of an answer. It was partly rhetorical, she assumed, since she had no grasp of the magical arts herself. “Surely there is some being alive that has the ability to traverse realities?” She wasn’t asking if Sigyn knew them personally, but if her thoughts were somewhere near a path they might take. Midgard had people with extraordinary capabilities, surely one such person existed. “If not to take people back, then to at least provide some closure on the… other, reality.”
“Undoubtedly. Midgardians are fragile.” Regardless of the type of suit worn; and honestly, fighting the God of Thunder in a metal suit? Ridiculous. “I would very much like to see it in person.” To sate her own curiosity, mostly. Sigyn brought up an interesting idea and Idunn inhaled at the thought. “That would be a fantastic idea! Father would be in awe of some of these buildings too.” The last part of that sentence, when it registered, caused Idunn to frown in curiosity and a little bit of apprehension. “I’m not sure what a movie is, but it sounds very much like our histories.” The frown disappeared to make way for a smile.
And then the elderly sister eyeroll at the youngers expense. “I shall allow you that as it was well timed.” Idunn liked seeing Sigyn smile. She liked seeing everyone smile, but it was always something special when it was her favourite sister. “Yes, yes. But… it’s all slimy and there is little in the way of care for it.” Her voice dropped to something childish at the end. To be fair, she didn’t know much about sea plant life to start with. Maybe she should learn some. “If he even is in this reality. It could be something to look into if we need more assistance in the event that Thanos returns to finish what he started.” She hated going back to something so horrible when there were better things they could be talking about, but it was the reality now.
“I was nothing but polite!” She returned, fake shock registering across her face. “Although I may have told him that I was coming to Midgard with, or without, his aid.” She supposed it could be construed as ‘brash’. But really. The ocean? She was sure Heimdallr was smirking at his post as the sisters spoke.
“Well, naturally. Any magic user can actively do it, if you want to press on the dimensional lines. And you know where you are going. And you have a boost to do so.” Sigyn replied, adding on the other conditions as she went. “To shift a reality to this magnitude requires forces beyond that of even Asgard’s control. That is assuming it is not just us who have been shifted. Which we must assume, since we have memories of both worlds, suggesting that instead of a simple walk over to another dimension, we’ve been supplanted into a different one.” Sigyn paused for breath to consider what her older sister had asked. “I suppose Mister...well, Doctor Strange would be our best consultant.”
Talk moved on to less serious matters. “Well, I don’t think that will be a problem, then.” It should be easy, whether or not Tony remembered her or not. Unless his personality took a drastic dive in this one, he should still be the type to show off his works. Sigyn smiled at her sister, hoping to show Idunn around the world of Midgard. “Oh well, we should watch it. You’ll also find it funny, I think.” Explaining the concept of a movie was...difficult. “Yes, but not quite. More like our stories. I’ll have to show you one.” Once Idunn saw one, the concept was easy. “He would.” Sigyn agreed.
“That is because you do not like the sea in general, I think.” Sigyn stated in response to her sister’s childish whine about it being ‘slimy’. Then again, she’d kind of had to become used to being the one to deal with children more than her sisters. Slimy and gross things didn’t bother her all that much anymore. “Well, let us hope not. I don’t imagine it changed to supplant us to a world where he is currently a threat.” That did not mean that they were safe. There were always threats to the worlds, and simply because one was gone did not mean that another was not going to take its place.
“So that was polite, as far your attitude toward Heimdall goes.” Sigyn replied jokingly, and at last their orders arrived at their table….well, the drinks and more easily gotten food did. “Well, let’s dig in.” Sigyn stated, raising her mug to her sister.
Post by Idunn Iwaldidottir on Apr 6, 2017 2:37:02 GMT
After the night when I wake up
I'll see what tomorrow brings
It was a tough topic to study, magic, as those without a grasp couldn’t quite understand it no matter how well it was explained. There was always a barrier, but Idunn did her best to try and understand. It was powerful magic, beyond even Sigyn’s grasp. She pressed the worry lines from her forehead with her fingertips. “We shall talk of this later. It is far too worrying and we should get the attentions of your Doctor friend if he could offer any more information.” With that, the topic seemed closed and they moved to better things.
She would be able to see Tony Stark and his metal suit, it seemed. As he was her friend in the past reality, it seemed that Sigyn was assuring herself of the same fate in this one. Perhaps his curiosity for those of a stronger species was transdimensional. “Yes, I would very much like that.” Not quite like their histories, but similar. Their stories. Something for children. “The one about the Princess and the Dwarves would be nice. That one sounds like our history.” She smiled and then laughed.
“I do not doubt that in the slightest.” She did like fish, however, and watching them swimming. She wasn’t against the ocean entirely, just… mostly. “I am hoping not also. Midgardians have enough to worry about.” Being so small and young. Maybe, she thought briefly, if they found someone who could traverse realities, they might be able to make the other reality safe from Thanos there too. Not to mention that if Asgardians were unaffected, Thanos was likely unaffected also. Another thing to bring up later.
Idunn laughed and shrugged. “It is all play, Sigyn. I have nothing but respect for Heimdallr and he knows that. This was child's play. He very well could have put me on an island in the middle of the ocean. Or on another continent entirely. It was a very good thing he hadn’t, as getting to Sigyn was a priority. There were interrupted in the best way, as food and drinks arrived and Idunn looked up at the server to thank her. The Midgardian term confused her and she frowned at her sister before looking at her mug. “Dig in… is that the Midgardian fashion for ‘skol’?” Before Sigyn had a chance to answer, Idunn was still raising her own mug.
