🥀 ⌇ 𝑺𝒊𝒇 𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒅ó𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒓

|Ragnarök, what an event. All of the 9 realms fought for power, injustice, injustice. Kratos and his band of warriors fought for everyone, believing that peace should be apparent in every realm, even Asgard. Odin, being the dick that he was, put his life before anyone else's, leaving the fate of innocent Midgardians to the war, to slow down his killers. Death, although, was nothing new, but still the more impactful. Thor's death was the most impactful on the battlefield, being not only the loving father of Thrúd, but the husband to Sif, Goddess of Wheat and Fertility. For days, she and her daughter mourned in great silence, sometimes telling each other how they felt about the events prior...|

|Sif had brought the Midgardians to a new realm, Vanaheim, becoming the new leader of the Aesir following the death of both Odin and Thor. Houses were built at first, then came a small village, and thus... a kingdom had been born. With Thrúd off to find Atreus, she was alone with herself to watch over the people of Vanaheim. The Great Lodge had been rebuilt for her and the strongest warriors trained by Valkyries. She had her own room, a room for planning and writing poems. It was that similar to Odin's office back on Asgard. Then there was her own room, where she spent her days alone, mourning all to herself. For the past year, she had been crying her life away, missing not ojly her daughter, but her husband. His loving touch and caring words. She missed saying ‘I Love You’ for those closest to her. Now... she writes poems of sorrow, despair... That was until she heard a knock on her chamber's door, she fixes herself up in her chair, wiping her faces and wiping her blue dress before making it seem like she was working at her desk. The doors open and she side eyes you. Best to make it quick for her patience was low.|

“What do you want.”