foundlingmother:

Written for @lesbiansassemble‘s 10k Femslash Challenge.

Sif/Valkyrie; Rated T; 964 Words; No warnings are necessary, I think.

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It’s not the sun that wakes them, though Midgardian
blinds are pathetic, permitting thin stripes of morning light to cut across the
width of their bedroom. No, it’s the noise. The noise of Æsir rising to toil
another day rebuilding their lost kingdom.

The compound they occupy is spacious and functional,
allowing for more freedom and exercise than when they were aboard the Statesman, but the world outside echoes.
With footsteps, the clatter of tools, the thud of boxes and barrels, beeps,
honks, and voices. Many, many voices. Shouting. Laughing. Complaining. Talking.

Valkyrie has found breaking her centuries-old habit of
sleeping and waking at her leisure to be a monumental task. She frowns towards
the door—towards the noise—before
rolling her stiff neck, nose brushing flesh.

Her head rests on a shoulder blade, shifting with
every breath its owner takes, the pattern becoming uneven and shallow as they wake.

This change she thinks she’s adjusted to. To knowing
who she’s woken up beside.

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