Sigyn || Parody
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“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me.” ~ Charlotte Brontë | 21+ #SmutlessRP | MV/Selectively MS | #MarvelRP #MythologyRP | #Fake
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Sigyn || Parody
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· Dec 10
a picture of a woman with a quote that says you deserve something amazing and you deserve love
ALT: a picture of a woman with a quote that says you deserve something amazing and you deserve love
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"I am no bird; and no net ensnares me.” ~ Charlotte Brontë
~ AU Sigyn Iwáldidottir
~ 21+ #SmutlessRP
~ #MarvelRP #MythologyRP
Penned by #Scripturient
~ AU Sigyn Iwáldidottir
~ 21+ #SmutlessRP
~ #MarvelRP #MythologyRP
Penned by #Scripturient
// Headed off for the night. More tomorrow!
February 16, 2026 at 2:17 AM
// Headed off for the night. More tomorrow!
They both have to stop being afraid first. But they both have experienced far too much rejection not to be fearful.
"Thank you, All-Mother. It means the world to have you think so of me."
"Thank you, All-Mother. It means the world to have you think so of me."
Freya is a poor excuse for a mother, and Frigga would love to have Sigyn for a daughter. In fact, she hopes to have Sigyn truly join her family, if she and Loki can finally see what is right there in front of them.
"You deserve kindness and more. You are a joy to be around."
"You deserve kindness and more. You are a joy to be around."
She smiles.
Sigyn loves her mother. She does. But having the All-Mother refer to herself that way makes Sigyn happy.
“Thank you. You have always been kind to me.”
Sigyn loves her mother. She does. But having the All-Mother refer to herself that way makes Sigyn happy.
“Thank you. You have always been kind to me.”
February 16, 2026 at 1:06 AM
They both have to stop being afraid first. But they both have experienced far too much rejection not to be fearful.
"Thank you, All-Mother. It means the world to have you think so of me."
"Thank you, All-Mother. It means the world to have you think so of me."
She smiles.
Sigyn loves her mother. She does. But having the All-Mother refer to herself that way makes Sigyn happy.
“Thank you. You have always been kind to me.”
Sigyn loves her mother. She does. But having the All-Mother refer to herself that way makes Sigyn happy.
“Thank you. You have always been kind to me.”
Little one, Mama is always here.
So very needed. Or at least always welcome.
February 15, 2026 at 4:44 PM
She smiles.
Sigyn loves her mother. She does. But having the All-Mother refer to herself that way makes Sigyn happy.
“Thank you. You have always been kind to me.”
Sigyn loves her mother. She does. But having the All-Mother refer to herself that way makes Sigyn happy.
“Thank you. You have always been kind to me.”
They truly are a foolish pair.
“This helps,” Sigyn tells him.
At least this way, she can pretend there is kore than casual friendship. That she is his lady.
“Did you have a nice day, at least?” she ask, looking up at him.
“This helps,” Sigyn tells him.
At least this way, she can pretend there is kore than casual friendship. That she is his lady.
“Did you have a nice day, at least?” she ask, looking up at him.
Covering her hand with his, he carefully hands her down the steps before leading her towards Frigga's gardens.
It seems they both are in tandem in the holding back and hiding department.
"I trust the mood has improved? Is there anything I can do to help?"
If he told her of his own heart, would -
It seems they both are in tandem in the holding back and hiding department.
"I trust the mood has improved? Is there anything I can do to help?"
If he told her of his own heart, would -
Sigyn brightens up when he offers his arm. Taking it, she shakes her head.
“No . . . I was just . . . in a mood.”
She isn’t shy around anyone except sometimes him. Plus, she enjoys his friendship and doesn’t wish to ruin that by . . . feeling more.
“You really didn’t do anything,” she promises.
“No . . . I was just . . . in a mood.”
She isn’t shy around anyone except sometimes him. Plus, she enjoys his friendship and doesn’t wish to ruin that by . . . feeling more.
“You really didn’t do anything,” she promises.
February 14, 2026 at 9:06 PM
They truly are a foolish pair.
“This helps,” Sigyn tells him.
At least this way, she can pretend there is kore than casual friendship. That she is his lady.
“Did you have a nice day, at least?” she ask, looking up at him.
“This helps,” Sigyn tells him.
At least this way, she can pretend there is kore than casual friendship. That she is his lady.
“Did you have a nice day, at least?” she ask, looking up at him.
See? Even Löfn focuses on . . . well, Sigyn wouldn’t even call it bad. It’s just everything about Loki few people understand.
Frigga understands. Sigyn does.
“I don’t want to lose my friend,” she says quietly.
Frigga understands. Sigyn does.
“I don’t want to lose my friend,” she says quietly.
"Odin is a bully. You however, are a jewel and have no cause to fear him.
As I said, the All Mother will stand for you."
She says nothing about the treatment of Loki. He is not an angel, and until she witnesses what Sigyn has seen, she reserves judgment.
As I said, the All Mother will stand for you."
She says nothing about the treatment of Loki. He is not an angel, and until she witnesses what Sigyn has seen, she reserves judgment.
“Odin sort of terrifies me. And then there is everyone else. They’re mean to him. Loki, I mean.”
The gods bend over backwards to please Odin.
The gods bend over backwards to please Odin.
February 14, 2026 at 8:27 PM
See? Even Löfn focuses on . . . well, Sigyn wouldn’t even call it bad. It’s just everything about Loki few people understand.
Frigga understands. Sigyn does.
“I don’t want to lose my friend,” she says quietly.
Frigga understands. Sigyn does.
“I don’t want to lose my friend,” she says quietly.
Sigyn brightens up when he offers his arm. Taking it, she shakes her head.
“No . . . I was just . . . in a mood.”
She isn’t shy around anyone except sometimes him. Plus, she enjoys his friendship and doesn’t wish to ruin that by . . . feeling more.
“You really didn’t do anything,” she promises.
“No . . . I was just . . . in a mood.”
She isn’t shy around anyone except sometimes him. Plus, she enjoys his friendship and doesn’t wish to ruin that by . . . feeling more.
“You really didn’t do anything,” she promises.
He holds out an arm to her. Loki always feels different around Sigyn. Protective. More gentle.
"Is there something I should do then?"
He has been careful, unsure of why she seems to hold back with him.
Hence, he is more reserved than the norm. Hurting her is something he wishes to avoid.
"Is there something I should do then?"
He has been careful, unsure of why she seems to hold back with him.
Hence, he is more reserved than the norm. Hurting her is something he wishes to avoid.
He hasn’t done anything.
Don’t mind Löfn.
Don’t mind Löfn.
February 14, 2026 at 8:25 PM
Sigyn brightens up when he offers his arm. Taking it, she shakes her head.
“No . . . I was just . . . in a mood.”
She isn’t shy around anyone except sometimes him. Plus, she enjoys his friendship and doesn’t wish to ruin that by . . . feeling more.
“You really didn’t do anything,” she promises.
“No . . . I was just . . . in a mood.”
She isn’t shy around anyone except sometimes him. Plus, she enjoys his friendship and doesn’t wish to ruin that by . . . feeling more.
“You really didn’t do anything,” she promises.
“Odin sort of terrifies me. And then there is everyone else. They’re mean to him. Loki, I mean.”
The gods bend over backwards to please Odin.
The gods bend over backwards to please Odin.
"Little Sister, do you remember just who you are talking to?"
She may be a cynic on her own behalf, but she will bend all the rules for Sigyn.
"Who cares what his rank is? You care nothing for that. If it's meant to be, neither does he.
If you're worried about Odin, Frigga can manage him."
She may be a cynic on her own behalf, but she will bend all the rules for Sigyn.
"Who cares what his rank is? You care nothing for that. If it's meant to be, neither does he.
If you're worried about Odin, Frigga can manage him."
“I mean, he knows I care. Not that . . . I just feel like an idiot. He’s a prince.”
Their mother is an important goddess, sure, but Sigyn is the youngest and not really goddess of anything.
Not yet.
Their mother is an important goddess, sure, but Sigyn is the youngest and not really goddess of anything.
Not yet.
February 14, 2026 at 8:19 PM
“Odin sort of terrifies me. And then there is everyone else. They’re mean to him. Loki, I mean.”
The gods bend over backwards to please Odin.
The gods bend over backwards to please Odin.
He hasn’t done anything.
Don’t mind Löfn.
Don’t mind Löfn.
What is Loki doing?
If an angry sister is going to come after him, he deserves to know what his latest crimes are.
If an angry sister is going to come after him, he deserves to know what his latest crimes are.
February 14, 2026 at 8:18 PM
He hasn’t done anything.
Don’t mind Löfn.
Don’t mind Löfn.
“I mean, he knows I care. Not that . . . I just feel like an idiot. He’s a prince.”
Their mother is an important goddess, sure, but Sigyn is the youngest and not really goddess of anything.
Not yet.
Their mother is an important goddess, sure, but Sigyn is the youngest and not really goddess of anything.
Not yet.
"Have you talked? Does he know how you feel?"
She wants the facts before she goes off and beats a Trickster god unnecessarily.
"Sweetie, I don't think he is clairvoyant."
She wants the facts before she goes off and beats a Trickster god unnecessarily.
"Sweetie, I don't think he is clairvoyant."
“The first part. Or the second. A combination of the first and second. He knows I exist.”
So that’s something.
So that’s something.
February 14, 2026 at 8:15 PM
“I mean, he knows I care. Not that . . . I just feel like an idiot. He’s a prince.”
Their mother is an important goddess, sure, but Sigyn is the youngest and not really goddess of anything.
Not yet.
Their mother is an important goddess, sure, but Sigyn is the youngest and not really goddess of anything.
Not yet.
“The first part. Or the second. A combination of the first and second. He knows I exist.”
So that’s something.
So that’s something.
"Oblivious of you, or how you feel, or of something that needs doing?"
She cups Sigyn's face in her hands.
Her sister is and has always been so sweet and gentle. She deserves love and respect.
"You are not silly. "
She cups Sigyn's face in her hands.
Her sister is and has always been so sweet and gentle. She deserves love and respect.
"You are not silly. "
“Just . . . oblivious.”
Then she shakes her head.
“It’s silly. I’m silly.”
Then she shakes her head.
“It’s silly. I’m silly.”
February 14, 2026 at 8:05 PM
“The first part. Or the second. A combination of the first and second. He knows I exist.”
So that’s something.
So that’s something.
Reposted by Sigyn || Parody
"Ι aм тнe Vaмpιre Leѕтaт. Ι'м ιммorтal мore or leѕѕ. Тнe lιgнт oғ тнe ѕυn, тнe ѕυѕтaιned нeaт oғ an ιnтenѕe ғιre -- тнeѕe тнιngѕ мιgнт deѕтroy мe. Вυт тнen agaιn, тнey мιgнт noт."
~ 21+ #SmutFree RP (sorry, darlings)
~ #InterviewWithTheVampire #TheVampireLestat
~ MV/Selectively MS
~ 21+ #SmutFree RP (sorry, darlings)
~ #InterviewWithTheVampire #TheVampireLestat
~ MV/Selectively MS
a woman in a suit stands in front of a sign that says amc
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"Ι aм тнe Vaмpιre Leѕтaт. Ι'м ιммorтal мore or leѕѕ. Тнe lιgнт oғ тнe ѕυn, тнe ѕυѕтaιned нeaт oғ an ιnтenѕe ғιre -- тнeѕe тнιngѕ мιgнт deѕтroy мe. Вυт тнen agaιn, тнey мιgнт noт."
~ 21+ #SmutFree RP (sorry, darlings)
~ #InterviewWithTheVampire #TheVampireLestat
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~ 21+ #SmutFree RP (sorry, darlings)
~ #InterviewWithTheVampire #TheVampireLestat
~ MV/Selectively MS
“Just . . . oblivious.”
Then she shakes her head.
“It’s silly. I’m silly.”
Then she shakes her head.
“It’s silly. I’m silly.”
"Go on."
Löfn is only being calm because she loves Sigyn.
Outwardly.
Löfn is only being calm because she loves Sigyn.
Outwardly.
It’s not that they are being bad to her.
Just oblivious.
“Well. Loki. But he didn’t do anything wrong.”
Just oblivious.
“Well. Loki. But he didn’t do anything wrong.”
February 14, 2026 at 8:02 PM
“Just . . . oblivious.”
Then she shakes her head.
“It’s silly. I’m silly.”
Then she shakes her head.
“It’s silly. I’m silly.”
She knows plenty of undeserving folks toasting themselves.
“Well, I am neither a king nor rich, and I appreciate and toast.”
She is, technically, a goddess. But nether here nor there. Sigyn prefers playing human.
“And I think they should be to celebrate good people.You seem like
a good person.”
“Well, I am neither a king nor rich, and I appreciate and toast.”
She is, technically, a goddess. But nether here nor there. Sigyn prefers playing human.
“And I think they should be to celebrate good people.You seem like
a good person.”
“Yeah, but ain’t toasts just for kings and rich folks?”
It’s not that Crutchie doesn’t think or know he’s special! It’s just that where he’s from, nobody toasts to guys like him.
It’s not that Crutchie doesn’t think or know he’s special! It’s just that where he’s from, nobody toasts to guys like him.
Sigyn frowns.
“What makes you say that? Everyone is special.”
Or so she thinks, and she wouldn’t have the young man thinking otherwise.
“What makes you say that? Everyone is special.”
Or so she thinks, and she wouldn’t have the young man thinking otherwise.
February 14, 2026 at 3:42 AM
She knows plenty of undeserving folks toasting themselves.
“Well, I am neither a king nor rich, and I appreciate and toast.”
She is, technically, a goddess. But nether here nor there. Sigyn prefers playing human.
“And I think they should be to celebrate good people.You seem like
a good person.”
“Well, I am neither a king nor rich, and I appreciate and toast.”
She is, technically, a goddess. But nether here nor there. Sigyn prefers playing human.
“And I think they should be to celebrate good people.You seem like
a good person.”
It’s not that they are being bad to her.
Just oblivious.
“Well. Loki. But he didn’t do anything wrong.”
Just oblivious.
“Well. Loki. But he didn’t do anything wrong.”
"No more than I have been for months. Tell me."
She will deal with whomever has upset her sister.
She will deal with whomever has upset her sister.
Sigyn purses her lips.
“You’re gonna be upset . . .”
“You’re gonna be upset . . .”
February 14, 2026 at 1:54 AM
It’s not that they are being bad to her.
Just oblivious.
“Well. Loki. But he didn’t do anything wrong.”
Just oblivious.
“Well. Loki. But he didn’t do anything wrong.”
Sigyn purses her lips.
“You’re gonna be upset . . .”
“You’re gonna be upset . . .”
Why, Little One?
Don’t mind her.
Banging her head against the wall.
Banging her head against the wall.
February 14, 2026 at 1:25 AM
Sigyn purses her lips.
“You’re gonna be upset . . .”
“You’re gonna be upset . . .”
Sigyn frowns.
“What makes you say that? Everyone is special.”
Or so she thinks, and she wouldn’t have the young man thinking otherwise.
“What makes you say that? Everyone is special.”
Or so she thinks, and she wouldn’t have the young man thinking otherwise.
Crutchie raises his glass bashfully, gently clinking it against hers.
“Well — I ain’t nobody special, that’s all.”
“Well — I ain’t nobody special, that’s all.”
She gives a shrug.
“Why not?”
He’s standing up for himself, and that is to be applauded. And “Miss Sigyn” she would take.
“And it’s very nice to meet you, Crutchie Morris.”
“Why not?”
He’s standing up for himself, and that is to be applauded. And “Miss Sigyn” she would take.
“And it’s very nice to meet you, Crutchie Morris.”
February 13, 2026 at 11:06 AM
Sigyn frowns.
“What makes you say that? Everyone is special.”
Or so she thinks, and she wouldn’t have the young man thinking otherwise.
“What makes you say that? Everyone is special.”
Or so she thinks, and she wouldn’t have the young man thinking otherwise.
She gives a shrug.
“Why not?”
He’s standing up for himself, and that is to be applauded. And “Miss Sigyn” she would take.
“And it’s very nice to meet you, Crutchie Morris.”
“Why not?”
He’s standing up for himself, and that is to be applauded. And “Miss Sigyn” she would take.
“And it’s very nice to meet you, Crutchie Morris.”
“Oh —“
The teenager blushes.
“I’m Crutchie. Crutchie Morris, Miss Sigyn. You don’t gotta toast to me or nothin’.”
The teenager blushes.
“I’m Crutchie. Crutchie Morris, Miss Sigyn. You don’t gotta toast to me or nothin’.”
Sigyn nods definitively.
Then, with her free hand, she takes her own coffee mug and clinks it against his.
“I can toast to that.”
And toasting with coffee is more her speed.
“But . . . who am I toasting?”
She offered her name, but he hadn’t given his.
Then, with her free hand, she takes her own coffee mug and clinks it against his.
“I can toast to that.”
And toasting with coffee is more her speed.
“But . . . who am I toasting?”
She offered her name, but he hadn’t given his.
February 12, 2026 at 12:05 AM
She gives a shrug.
“Why not?”
He’s standing up for himself, and that is to be applauded. And “Miss Sigyn” she would take.
“And it’s very nice to meet you, Crutchie Morris.”
“Why not?”
He’s standing up for himself, and that is to be applauded. And “Miss Sigyn” she would take.
“And it’s very nice to meet you, Crutchie Morris.”
Sigyn nods definitively.
Then, with her free hand, she takes her own coffee mug and clinks it against his.
“I can toast to that.”
And toasting with coffee is more her speed.
“But . . . who am I toasting?”
She offered her name, but he hadn’t given his.
Then, with her free hand, she takes her own coffee mug and clinks it against his.
“I can toast to that.”
And toasting with coffee is more her speed.
“But . . . who am I toasting?”
She offered her name, but he hadn’t given his.
“I don’t know,” Crutchie sighs unhappily. “Maybe he wants to look good by takin’ in the ‘poor, crippled orphan boy’ — not that I’m any of that, mind you.”
His voice turns fierce.
“I ain’t some charity case, Miss. and if this fella thinks so, he’s got another thing comin’.”
His voice turns fierce.
“I ain’t some charity case, Miss. and if this fella thinks so, he’s got another thing comin’.”
Oh indeed.
Sigyn reaches across the table and rests her hand gently — kindly — on his wrist.
“I think it’s okay not to know. And not to decide anything until you’ve thought it through. If he is /not/ your father, would anyone benefit from . . . convincing you he is?”
Sigyn reaches across the table and rests her hand gently — kindly — on his wrist.
“I think it’s okay not to know. And not to decide anything until you’ve thought it through. If he is /not/ your father, would anyone benefit from . . . convincing you he is?”
February 11, 2026 at 4:45 AM
Sigyn nods definitively.
Then, with her free hand, she takes her own coffee mug and clinks it against his.
“I can toast to that.”
And toasting with coffee is more her speed.
“But . . . who am I toasting?”
She offered her name, but he hadn’t given his.
Then, with her free hand, she takes her own coffee mug and clinks it against his.
“I can toast to that.”
And toasting with coffee is more her speed.
“But . . . who am I toasting?”
She offered her name, but he hadn’t given his.
Don’t mind her.
Banging her head against the wall.
Banging her head against the wall.
February 11, 2026 at 4:35 AM
Don’t mind her.
Banging her head against the wall.
Banging her head against the wall.
Oh indeed.
Sigyn reaches across the table and rests her hand gently — kindly — on his wrist.
“I think it’s okay not to know. And not to decide anything until you’ve thought it through. If he is /not/ your father, would anyone benefit from . . . convincing you he is?”
Sigyn reaches across the table and rests her hand gently — kindly — on his wrist.
“I think it’s okay not to know. And not to decide anything until you’ve thought it through. If he is /not/ your father, would anyone benefit from . . . convincing you he is?”
“Oh…”
Crutchie wraps his hands around the coffee cup gingerly, creasing his brows as he thinks.
“I… I don’t know if I should believe him, but he had a picture of me as a baby, and — and the orphanage information where I grew up…”
Crutchie wraps his hands around the coffee cup gingerly, creasing his brows as he thinks.
“I… I don’t know if I should believe him, but he had a picture of me as a baby, and — and the orphanage information where I grew up…”
“Laugh,” she replies, doing just that. “I never knew my father so . . .”
She gives a shrug.
“He never wanted anything to do with me and my sister, so I doubt he would show up offering food and room.”
That, she did for herself.
“Long lost family showing up? Hypothetically speaking.”
She gives a shrug.
“He never wanted anything to do with me and my sister, so I doubt he would show up offering food and room.”
That, she did for herself.
“Long lost family showing up? Hypothetically speaking.”
February 11, 2026 at 4:30 AM
Oh indeed.
Sigyn reaches across the table and rests her hand gently — kindly — on his wrist.
“I think it’s okay not to know. And not to decide anything until you’ve thought it through. If he is /not/ your father, would anyone benefit from . . . convincing you he is?”
Sigyn reaches across the table and rests her hand gently — kindly — on his wrist.
“I think it’s okay not to know. And not to decide anything until you’ve thought it through. If he is /not/ your father, would anyone benefit from . . . convincing you he is?”
“Laugh,” she replies, doing just that. “I never knew my father so . . .”
She gives a shrug.
“He never wanted anything to do with me and my sister, so I doubt he would show up offering food and room.”
That, she did for herself.
“Long lost family showing up? Hypothetically speaking.”
She gives a shrug.
“He never wanted anything to do with me and my sister, so I doubt he would show up offering food and room.”
That, she did for herself.
“Long lost family showing up? Hypothetically speaking.”
“I’m still not sure,” he admits, then takes a deep breath.
“Miss. Say, hypothetically, someone appeared outta the blue, offered you food and shelter and — and then told you he was your father? What would you do?”
“Miss. Say, hypothetically, someone appeared outta the blue, offered you food and shelter and — and then told you he was your father? What would you do?”
She heaves a little sigh.
He’s polite. She has to give him that. But she would balk at being called “Miss” all the time.
“Do you believe it now? Whatever this impossible thing is?”
He’s polite. She has to give him that. But she would balk at being called “Miss” all the time.
“Do you believe it now? Whatever this impossible thing is?”
February 11, 2026 at 4:17 AM
“Laugh,” she replies, doing just that. “I never knew my father so . . .”
She gives a shrug.
“He never wanted anything to do with me and my sister, so I doubt he would show up offering food and room.”
That, she did for herself.
“Long lost family showing up? Hypothetically speaking.”
She gives a shrug.
“He never wanted anything to do with me and my sister, so I doubt he would show up offering food and room.”
That, she did for herself.
“Long lost family showing up? Hypothetically speaking.”
She heaves a little sigh.
He’s polite. She has to give him that. But she would balk at being called “Miss” all the time.
“Do you believe it now? Whatever this impossible thing is?”
He’s polite. She has to give him that. But she would balk at being called “Miss” all the time.
“Do you believe it now? Whatever this impossible thing is?”
His eyes go wide.
“Oh, no Miss! I could never! That — I mean, I — I hardly know you. S-sorry, Miss. Um — thanks for the coffee, though. It’s real swell.”
Crutchie glances away shyly.
“Someone told me somethin’ earlier that can’t possibly be true. I… I didn’t wanna believe it.”
“Oh, no Miss! I could never! That — I mean, I — I hardly know you. S-sorry, Miss. Um — thanks for the coffee, though. It’s real swell.”
Crutchie glances away shyly.
“Someone told me somethin’ earlier that can’t possibly be true. I… I didn’t wanna believe it.”
“You didn’t frighten me,” she assures him. “I was more worried about you. Or that I gave you bad coffee.”
That would be unforgivable.
But she’s smiling now.
“And leave the ‘miss.’ Sigyn is just fine.”
That would be unforgivable.
But she’s smiling now.
“And leave the ‘miss.’ Sigyn is just fine.”
February 11, 2026 at 3:53 AM
She heaves a little sigh.
He’s polite. She has to give him that. But she would balk at being called “Miss” all the time.
“Do you believe it now? Whatever this impossible thing is?”
He’s polite. She has to give him that. But she would balk at being called “Miss” all the time.
“Do you believe it now? Whatever this impossible thing is?”
“You didn’t frighten me,” she assures him. “I was more worried about you. Or that I gave you bad coffee.”
That would be unforgivable.
But she’s smiling now.
“And leave the ‘miss.’ Sigyn is just fine.”
That would be unforgivable.
But she’s smiling now.
“And leave the ‘miss.’ Sigyn is just fine.”
“I —“
Crutchie blinks at the unfamiliar cup in front of him, and then at the woman. He shrinks back slightly, frowning in embarrassment.
“S-sorry, Miss. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
Crutchie blinks at the unfamiliar cup in front of him, and then at the woman. He shrinks back slightly, frowning in embarrassment.
“S-sorry, Miss. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
Sigyn blinks.
Then she looks down at the cup she set in front of him.
“I didn’t think it was decaf . . .”
How embarrassing.
Then she looks down at the cup she set in front of him.
“I didn’t think it was decaf . . .”
How embarrassing.
February 11, 2026 at 3:34 AM
“You didn’t frighten me,” she assures him. “I was more worried about you. Or that I gave you bad coffee.”
That would be unforgivable.
But she’s smiling now.
“And leave the ‘miss.’ Sigyn is just fine.”
That would be unforgivable.
But she’s smiling now.
“And leave the ‘miss.’ Sigyn is just fine.”
Sigyn blinks.
Then she looks down at the cup she set in front of him.
“I didn’t think it was decaf . . .”
How embarrassing.
Then she looks down at the cup she set in front of him.
“I didn’t think it was decaf . . .”
How embarrassing.
No. No no no no no this — this ISNT HAPPENING!
February 11, 2026 at 3:30 AM
Sigyn blinks.
Then she looks down at the cup she set in front of him.
“I didn’t think it was decaf . . .”
How embarrassing.
Then she looks down at the cup she set in front of him.
“I didn’t think it was decaf . . .”
How embarrassing.