Siggy and Moira stepped through the portal Danny created, though it was rough and poorly crafted when compared with her usual craft. They exited with a feeling of unease, but they knew there was no way to keep it open. They looked back as the portal wavered and then closed shut.
"Well..." Moira purred, "Don' that just fuck all?"
Siggy couldn't resist the smirk that rose to her lips, but nodded. "Yeah. At least she's going to make it. It'll be a couple days before we can go back though. Danny was looking rough."
"Ah! So we can party a bit?" Moira barked and did a little jig before she continued. "Good thing we landed in a decent place, yeah?"
Indeed they had, Siggy thought and looked around. They were within a garden, surrounded by golden walls and what looked like residential buildings. They'd be fine unless someone thought it was time to mow.
"Hey, we need to be ready for her next portal to show up though, and we can't dilly dally or we're gonna go to migraine-vomit-city. I do not like that feeling."
"What are we supposed to do then, dove? Sneak into n' steal from an Asgardian vault that'll be under heavy guard and then lay low for a day or so? Verra funny. I'm not subtle...as you well know and neither are you. It should have been Grace n' Danila on this one."
Siggy frowned at that but she still pushed the subject. "Well, we have to. There's no not getting that damn relic."
Moira lifted her brows and suddenly looked up. "Wait...We are bloody Valkyrie! Aren't we honored as warriors here?"
"Sweet heart, I was raised in Alaska. I'm not a goddamn warrior."
"And I was raised in Edinburgh. So what! We play the part, dove! You knew Thor; it's hard to throw away all of your traits as ye were raised. I bet he acted a fool to everyone on earth."
Siggy rolled her eyes but couldn't ignore the logic there. "What the hell are we supposed to wear then?" she waved a hand to the both of them. They were still in their pj's of little bike-shorts and baggy tee's without bras. Some warriors...
"Unless we are going to pull the Viking legend of the woman who tore her top off and frightened an entire troop of enemy raiders, we're shit out of luck."
"Wait...you donna know my gifts yet." Moira whispered with a glint in her eye.
"I know not to piss you off or I'll become a crater in the earth." Siggy said and watched the dark-haired woman next to her smile.
"Well, I can punch someone into the floor, yes. But we can also melt through it." At the look she received, Moira laughed. "It's all good, innit?"
"No...no its not, Moira. God damnit." Siggy groaned and rubbed her head.
"So I can walk us through walls. That'll help. Have you ever tried your abilities beside your glowy hair thing?"
Siggy frowned at that; she had no retort. "Well...not really."
"No more blathering then. Let's go!" Moira snapped and lead the way into the building they'd landed by.
Siggy felt a different migraine coming on...
000
By the time Moira was done sweet-talking the servants, she and Siggy got some clothing and ducked out of the home as fast as they could. By the time they stopped outside a local pub, they'd finally got a chance to look at each other's outfit.
It was as if they were bonafied Asgardian women all along, though with bits of silvery leather armor strapped along a limb or two. They both had half-breast plates, and soft leather leggings beneath the soft tunics and leather. They had no skirts, though the servant women had certainly tried to offer them.
Siggy watched as Moira stretched out her right armband and lifted, as if she were preparing to use it. As far as Sigrün knew, Moira could absolutely create a crater with a single punch and she favored her right hand.
That had her looking down at her own gear. The torso fit well enough, and the waist was still blessedly loose. What would happen if this went on long into her pregnancy? Son of a bitch...she thought as she held her fists up and lit them.
Flames licked the material and metal of her gauntlets; heated the subtle metal claws that protected her knuckles. When the leather didn't burn away or the metal start to bubble up, she caught Moira's smart gaze.
"What?"
"Oh nottin', dove. Just curious you don't burn your clothing."
"But I can burn anything else."
"How did you get preggo then?" Moira said and tried to sound casual. "Sounds like, and from what I seen, you get toasty verra fast. A wee bit o' man all over ya might light ya up quick, no?"
Siggy merely sighed and knew it was about time she gave the woman something. "It's true. I've burned a couple boys before, a man too. I was a virgin. No one could ever get close enough to me to take the heat I put out...except him."
"So ye tellin' me he's ya mystre' baby-da because he could get it in?"
From anyone else it would have been insulting, but Moira was a straightforward soul and didn't judge...much. So Siggy didn't really feel the urge to give her a nice burn. "Not exactly. Well, honestly if it was just because we could have sex then maybe...but he grew on me." She said it almost sweetly, but then her eyes got hard. "That was before he acted like a complete prick. I knew he always was one but...I was stupid."
Moira sighed and stretched an arm out to encompass the other woman. "Well dove, lets have some fun...or as much as your bairn can allow you. You can, how you American's say it, babe-sit me! This place is looking to get a wee bit wild."
"Oh joy." Siggy said with a sigh and stepped in after her sibling-by-magic.
Despite not being able to drink, Siggy was having fun. Asgard had some amazing drinks and they still gave her a lightness that she would have felt with alcohol. That gave her the patience to deal with her nearly six-foot tall giddy child that was drunk Moira. She picked fights with men and women alike, got to talking with an incredibly tall blonde male with a red-haired, big muscular fellow who was determined to eat every single item of food in the joint.
"I'm going to eat every god damn chicken in this place..."Siggy uttered low and then giggled at her Game of Thrones reference.
Moira quickly got sweet on the red-haired man though; was sitting on his lap even now. The two of them were very drunk by this point and ignored everyone in the room.
"Oh Volstagg! What a bear you are." Moira purred and twined a finger in his beard. "I love a man wit' an appetite. Do you...have an appetite for other tings?" Her accent was even more pronounced and dripped with innuendo.
The Asgardian tank-of-man was loving every second of her. His eyes were already glowing with infatuation as he gazed up past her pink-cheeks and vibrant eyes. "I would wield an appetite for all of eternity for you, my dark beauty."
Siggy herself was grinning at the two from her seat across from them. The blonde Fandral was trying to get into her space and she simply chose to ignore him, like she would did to men who tried when she wasn't interested.
"So, you and the lady Moira, you're not from Asgard then."
"Are you?" she quipped.
He laughed, "My lady, of course we are. We are of the Warrior's Three, Volstagg and I!"
At that, Siggy looked up and gave him some attention. "Well, I do know Thor...he's spoken of you both, and Hogun and Sif. I didn't realize that was you and," She looked over at Volstagg, glorifying in the fact that Moira was all legs and all over him now. "When you ask us who we are, it depends on who is actually asking the question. We're in very, very deep right now."
"Deep? As in danger?" He looked shocked that she knew his dear friend "My lady, Iam asking because you needn't fear us. If Thor is your friend as you say, we can surely aid you!"
"Its really not that simple." Siggy murmured. "Moira and I, we're Valkyrie. We gave our hair up and now we have to follow some fucking maniac's orders. If we don't follow them, we will suffer until we obey...or die." She hissed and glared into the nearest roaring fireplace. "We aren't here for a social call; ignoring Moira right now."
Fandral sat there a moment, thinking before he spoke. He considered the female before him. She was small compared to Asgardian women, hair wild and unkempt, pinned high up on her head. She also had a non-alcoholic beverage in a rowdy pub surrounded by drinkers. Her clothing was pinned well, but any servant could do that for her. It was the jaded look in her eyes that decided it for him.
"We're taking you before the Allfather to tell him your tale. He shall surely listen."