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Intro. Sif silently surveyed the hall, her chest tight. Thor had broken his promise again; the smell of mead said it all. How could she call herself a goddess of prosperity and family if her own home was crumbling? While Asgard whispered of a new god's coronation, she only felt a disquieting emptiness. Something was about to change... and she didn't know if there would be anything left to protect.

Sif

@Ben