Sif came running. "Thor!" she called out.
Thor poked his head out the door. "Sif, what do you want? Father's just about to show us the armory!" He complained. "And what are you wearing?"
Sif looked down. Her mother had dressed her in a ugly yellow dress. "Never mind that."
Thor laughed. "Sure."
"Just go get Loki!"
"Why? I want to see the armory!" Thor complained once more.
She snorted. "This is way more important. Get Loki and tell Odin that that can wait." Thor sighed. "I cannot just tell him no!"
"Sure you can. I cannot, but you can."
"Fine. This better be as important as you say."
"It is." She assured him as he went into the building.
Sif had a tall build for fourteen years old. Her short black hair was tied up behind her. Her hair was originally golden, like all of the Asguardians, but Loki had cut it a few years ago and replaced it with dwarf hair. He owes me for that one. She thought as they both came out the door.
"Sif, what do you want?" Loki asked.
"Mother is going to make me a lady!" She informed them. "You both need to help me."
The brothers looked at each other, and grinned. "Is that such a bad thing, Sif?"
She glared. "I do not want to be a goddess of pansies!"
"Most females are pansies—Sif! I said most!" It was too late for Thor to take back his comment, for Sif had aimed a punch to his jaw. Rubbing it, he muttered, "All right, I get it!"
"Good."
"Now, why should I help you?" Loki asked, having him being quiet for most of the discussion.
"Because you owe me!"
"For what?"
"Um, perhaps cutting my hair?"
"Sif, you have to agree, that was pretty funny." He grinned.
She raised her eyebrows. "Sure. You are both going to help me."
"Why us?" Thor whined. "Because I have helped you in so many situations. You need to help me for once. "
"What do we need to do?"
"Just wait and see." Sif grinned. "Stay here."
She ran back to her lodgings, where her mother was waiting for her. "Sif, dear, hello! I have been waiting."
"I can see that." She drawled. "Now, if you excuse me, I have to get something."
Her mother stepped in front of her. She tried to get around her, but her mother grabbed her wrist.
"Sif, you know what I want." Her mother said pleadingly.
Sif frowned. "And you know what I want."
"You're going to be a lady-like goddess, like me."
Her mother was a goddess of sewing and intricate designs. Sif's nose wrinkled. "I will not."
Her mother sniffed. "You will never become a warrior, Sif. You know that, right?" She asked gently.
"No, I'm going to make that dream reality!"
Every Asguardian was a god or goddess at birth, but once they turned fifteen, the age old enough for responsibility, they were a god or goddess of something specific. That depended on what they did, if they were warriors or ladies; their personality, their past and Odin's choice. Her mother wanted Sif to be more lady-like, so when she turned fifteen in a year, she would be a goddess of something feminine, and would have to be a lady for the rest of her life.
Sif, on the other hand, wanted to be a warrior. If that could become true, she would be the only woman warrior.
"You cannot be the only woman around men!"
"I will do just fine. You will see." And with that, Sif dodged her mother's grasp and ran upstairs.
Her skirts tripped her up as she ran to her room. Once there, she shut the door and stripped herself of the ugly dress.
Sif reached for her drawers. Inside on the bottom, for her mother only permitted her to have dresses, she found her shirts and normal pants. Quickly, for Loki and Thor were waiting, she put them on.
Then, she reached into her closet. Inside, was her father's sword. He was killed during a battle with the Frost Giants. It was said to be enchanted.
She picked it up and it seemed to hum in her hands. "This will work." She murmured as she tied the sheath around her waist.
Sif ran downstairs. Her mother was distracted, by cooking dinner for herself and her daughter. "Come home before dinner!" She called, but really was distracted with what she was doing, for she didn't see her daughter with a sword strapped around her waist.
"Okay." Sif shouted as she ran out the door.
She met Thor and Loki outside their father's lodgings. They looked inpatient, but when they saw her, they perked up.
"What's around your waist?"
"My father's sword." She said proudly. "Come on, let us go."
"Where?"
"To the training barracks."
They stopped in their tracks.
"Sif, women are not allowed in there!" They said in unison.
"Do you really want me to be an unhappy goddess of flowers or dancing?" Sif asked them and they shook their heads. "Of course not. We want you to be happy." Thor said.
"Good. I'll be happily training in the barracks. And you are coming with me."
"This is a bad idea, Sif." Cautious Loki told her.
"I never said you had to come, I planned on forcing you to come. I want to be a warrior. Besides, you two could use some training." She told them and walked ahead.
"Remind later me to never argue with her." Thor told Loki wearily.
"Never argue with her." Loki said as the trio stopped in front of the barracks. It was to the west side of Asguard, right next to the castle. It was made for training warriors.
"Names?" The one of the two guards asked. This guard was tall, and lanky. The other one, was muscular, but had the tattoos of a mute, two lines crossing under his lip.
"Sif, Thor and Loki."
"Isn't Sif a girl's name?"
"Yes. Do you have a problem with that?" Sif asked him, her chin raised with pride.
The guard laughed. "Thor and Loki can enter, but this is not a women's place."
"Can you tell me where it says women cannot be warriors?"
The guard was silent, but then said, "Nowhere, but no girl has ever been a warrior before."
Sif snorted. "I'm the first, then." She walked in, pushing the guard aside.
The tall guard looked at Loki and Thor. "I hope she is not always like that." He muttered.
"She is." Loki said and the brothers walked in.
A/N: That was fun to write! I'll continue it, but I don't know how many chapters it will be. This was originally a one-shot, but I'll make it longer. In the barracks, Sif will meet the Warriors Three. Sorry if the characters are OC. I feel as if the movie didn't really explain Sif and the Warriors Three all that much.
