#424 Proposal "Blade"
Title: Blade
Author: Swan_Secrets
Prompt: #424 Proposal
Fandom: MCU
Pairing: Darcy/Sif
Rating: G
Word count: 250
There wasn't a morning in Asgard that wasn’t breathtakingly beautiful.
Darcy slipped out of bed and pulled on a green robe of silk-like materiel. She put on her glasses and walked out onto the balcony off Sif's spacious chambers.
There was no sign of Sif, which wasn't unusual as she was often an early riser.
The city was bathed in the warm golden glow of sunrise, and Darcy smiled at the alien wonders.
She turned when she heard footsteps behind her. "Woah," she whispered.
Sif was wearing Asgardian Dress Armour. Completely useless for battle but it was stunning to look at. It was gold and scarlet, polished to a perfect shine. Ornate symbols were engraved on the breastplate. The sweeping helmet had a bright yellow plume. Every piece, from the boots to the wrist guards, was a gleaming work of art.
Sif dropped to one knee, head bowed, and held up a silver platter to Darcy.
On the platter was an animal the size of a large beaver. It was brown and fuzzy with six legs. And dead. There was an opulent dagger, handle angled to Darcy, stuck in it's flank.
"Breakfast?" Darcy guessed.
"My Lady Darcy," there was a nervousness in Sif's voice. "This is how a warrior proposes marriage."
For a few seconds Darcy was frozen. Surprise. Excitement. Fear. Hope. Love. Happy. "What," Darcy cleared her throat. "What do I do?"
"To accept, take my blade. To decline..."
Before she could finish Darcy pulled out the marriage blade.
Author: Swan_Secrets
Prompt: #424 Proposal
Fandom: MCU
Pairing: Darcy/Sif
Rating: G
Word count: 250
There wasn't a morning in Asgard that wasn’t breathtakingly beautiful.
Darcy slipped out of bed and pulled on a green robe of silk-like materiel. She put on her glasses and walked out onto the balcony off Sif's spacious chambers.
There was no sign of Sif, which wasn't unusual as she was often an early riser.
The city was bathed in the warm golden glow of sunrise, and Darcy smiled at the alien wonders.
She turned when she heard footsteps behind her. "Woah," she whispered.
Sif was wearing Asgardian Dress Armour. Completely useless for battle but it was stunning to look at. It was gold and scarlet, polished to a perfect shine. Ornate symbols were engraved on the breastplate. The sweeping helmet had a bright yellow plume. Every piece, from the boots to the wrist guards, was a gleaming work of art.
Sif dropped to one knee, head bowed, and held up a silver platter to Darcy.
On the platter was an animal the size of a large beaver. It was brown and fuzzy with six legs. And dead. There was an opulent dagger, handle angled to Darcy, stuck in it's flank.
"Breakfast?" Darcy guessed.
"My Lady Darcy," there was a nervousness in Sif's voice. "This is how a warrior proposes marriage."
For a few seconds Darcy was frozen. Surprise. Excitement. Fear. Hope. Love. Happy. "What," Darcy cleared her throat. "What do I do?"
"To accept, take my blade. To decline..."
Before she could finish Darcy pulled out the marriage blade.