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Sif didn't slap the Giant's face, but she did smack the back of her hand against his chest, narrowing her eyes up at him as she laughed. "You're horrible." The small fishing post that Ivar spoke of still stood, but was in considerable disrepair. Buildings were partially crumbled and covered...

Sif actually laughed at their banter, a quiet sound that purred in the back of her throat. She dropped her head down onto Braum's shoulder, letting herself relax as he carried her across the snow covered terrain. For some time, she was content to listen to the brother's talk amongst themselves...

The images from her vision briefly came to mind when Braum told her of their intended destination. Had it been in the Southlands? Her brow furrowed somewhat and her grasp tightened a little around Braum's neck, hugging herself closer without realizing it. "That's the understatement of the...

When Braum so easily gathered her in his arms without so much as a second thought, Sif inhaled a quick breath in surprise. She gripped the cloak tightly around her form with her burned hand, keeping it hidden beneath the fur while the other arm reached around behind the giant's neck for support...

She kept her arm hidden beneath the cloak that was draped over her shoulders. A faint smile touched her lips as she dipped her head in agreement. She couldn't quite bring herself to laugh at the Giant's joke, still rattled from the encounter with Fritjof. The Dark God was a fickle being, she'd...

Sif was the first to stir awake the next morning. When she slowly opened her eyes, she realized that she was nestled against Braum's broad chest and Ivar was snuggled up behind her. The three of them were entangled and pressed together, chasing off any chill that might have thought to seize hold...

Struggling against Kol was foolish, but her instincts screamed at her to free herself from the Sorcerer's grasp. She forced herself to stay still and to let him guide her through the gathered crowd to the front of the roaring tunnel of flame. She could practically feel the disdain from the...

Before Sif could stop herself, she'd dipped her head down and placed a delicate kiss to the back of Ivar's bruised and battered hand. She was no stranger to violence, and she got the sense that Ivar wouldn't turn his blinding rage on her -- not unless she'd given him a reason to. Of the many...

"A pleasure to meet you both... bit of a shame that it was not under better circumstances." She mused with a quiet chuckle, folding her arms over her chest. "Though... I suppose if there were better circumstances, I never would have crossed your path." "Fate weaves such a strange web, after...

She glanced between the two of them for a moment and then she decided to lean back into the wall between the two of them. With just the cloak between her bare back and the ice wall, it was considerably cooler for herself, but she didn't offer a complaint. There was an amused glint in Sif's...

The boisterous laughter from the men brought a smile to Sif's features. It was a rare thing for her to see such jovial people in her travels. Normally, when she came into someone's life, things were not going well for them or they were on the cusp of massive life change. Listening to Ivar and...

She glanced between the two of them during their discussion about the creature whose cave they were borrowing. Ivar didn't seem particularly concerned and she sensed no danger herself. Once Braum settled onto the ground near her, she held out the large cloak with a slight smile. "Would you...

All things considered, Sif had endured far worse nights than this during her travels. The two nords that she'd found seemed decent men, which was more than she could say for half the individuals she encountered on the road -- especially given her current state of dress. Her clothes were in...

She glanced up at Braum's face and then over to the back of Ivar's head. It was normal for people to dismiss her advice, but that didn't make it any less frustrating when they did. Once they were within the cavern walls, she lightly pressed a hand to Braum's chest and she gave a crooked smile...

She dropped her head against Braum's chest as he gathered her up in his arms. While she always knew that she was a small woman by Nordling standards, being held against the large barbarian's chest served as a stark reminder of that fact. She felt almost like a little kitten or a cub bundled in...