Heilsa! Even if you've never heard of me, I am sure you must have heard of my famous hair. It is synonymous with wheat, corn, and gold. Most especially gold. I am the wife of Thor, and I am certain you know of him. Who hasn't heard of the God of Thunder, Slayer of Giants, Champion of the Æsir?
Thor and I were never what you would call a happy couple. It has been more of an arrangement we have had, rather than a marriage, even from the very beginning. I enjoyed the position in life he has granted me, and he enjoyed occasionally calling upon me for "wifely" duties. Having been estranged for centuries, our lives have pretty much been lived separately. People say I only married him for the rank it would give me in the Æsir, while he married me to gain the perfect trophy wife. There probably is a great deal of truth to that.
But recently, the God of Thunder came to call on me.
In days of old, it was said our lovemaking created the lightning in the fields. Have you noticed a sudden increase in thunderstorms recently?
I am neither Sif nor Kristanna Loken. This is a role playing journal. I am beyond_the_pale
Song for Sif written by Ann Groa Sheffield, Medoburg Kindred