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Psychotically, irrationally, erotically codependent

AMBIGUOUS SIBLINGS

There's nothing wrong about loving your brother or sister; in fact, a deep bond between siblings is healthy and ideal. But when does closeness stop being a wonderful thing and start being...off?

Most people would say your and your brother or sister are just very, very close, perhaps a little co-dependent, yet that's understandable, perhaps, if the two of you have been through the wringer. Still, there a whispers that your relationship is more blurry than properly familial.

Is that just a misunderstanding, because you've only had each other for for so long others wouldn't understand how you've lived, or is their some truth to their suspicion?

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He didn't bother to look at her. He could hear her breathing, he could tell how close she had come.

"I am only needed here for so long as our wounded or dead are being brought home. I am under Odin's orders to close the Bifrost after that, and to keep it closed until after the next counsel meeting."

"Draw a bath, rest you a while. You will heal as fast or faster there than anywhere else."

"I will see you there, then."

And with that she turned away from him to make her way to his hall, needing no help from him to find her way around. She knew it as well as she knew the handle of her sword, and it fit her just as comfortably as her weapon rested in her hand. It was a second home, and she peeled her clothing off as she made her way inside, leaving a trail of armour and cloth in her wake as she allowed her steps to grow somewhat less determined and a bit more tired.

The hot bath was a blessing, and she let out a long sigh as she lowered herself into the water, washing grime and blood off herself with great efficiency and letting the dirty water run off before she filled the tub again, this time for no other purpose than pleasure and relaxation.

Without noticing it, she eventually fell into a deep sleep.

Not long after, the last of the wounded had walked, or been assisted off to the healers and Heimdall finally relinquished his post for a time. His footsteps echoed as he began walking through the halls of his home; tranquil and quiet. Not for him the many servants to come and go at all hours. They came on the days he requested them and left before nightfall to return to their own lives and families. Not for him a hall with a wife, full of children. And if he did have lovers, he kept knowledge of them to himself, they were not seen here.

Still, it was common enough for his younger sister to visit upon occasion, Sif even had a room here for those times the young warrior wished to get away from the gossip, the chaos and rush of the palace.

The older Asgardian said nothing but stopped every few feet to pick up a gorget, a cuirass, a pauldron here and there. Everything went into a pile by the door to be cleaned and repaired come morning. There were always buckles that had bent, leather straps to be to be re-cut, metal to be pounded back into shape. Such was the life of a warrior.

First Heimdall opened the door to her room, just enough to see that she wasn't there. A glance into his room was all the Asgardian needed to confirm she was not there either. The bathing chamber then? Of course. It was a long, rough battle - she was passed out in the water. The gatekeepr simply shook his head, no words needed.

When Sif would awake, she would find the water hot (again) and a full, stone goblet full of cold mead near her head. Drops of moisture would be clinging to the stone, the mead would be sweet, intoxicating, and leave the taste of flowered honey on the lips.

And her older brother would be resting opposite her in the deep, in-floor tub, laying back with eyes closed - almost a mirror to the way she'd herself had been sleeping.

She opened her eyes slowly, realising that she was not alone in the tub when her leg shifted and brushed against that of the large man sharing the tub with her. There was a moment of startled surprise where her instincts kicked in and she rose out of the tub with a hasty movement and a loud splash, and then her mind caught up with her training and she calmed herself, shaking her head with a sigh as she reached down for the mead, taking a deep swig.

The sudden splash and wave of water caused no change at all to her companion. In fact, only his eyes opened, and they only opened enough to see she was alright and not lunging for his throat before they closed. He knew better. If he had moved when she did, her warrior training would have had her going for his throat. Better to just relax, let her come to her awakened senses, and then enjoy the drink he had brought her.

His eyes opened once more, and he reached for his own stone, mead-filled cup. With it he saluted her silently before drinking. "To your success on the field, Warrior."

And then his mood changed. Slowly, subtly his lips curved into a smile. "Is the water hot enough?"

It was never easy to follow the shifts of Heimdall's moods, mostly because they were like the currents of an ocean. Invisibe on the surface, but nevertheless strong enough to get swept away by. Sif had learned to simply let it wash over her like waves, to dive in fearlessly and let that deep, dark ocean envelop her. She did not fear the moods of any man, why should she be daunted by those of her own brother?

Something about that soft little smile made her feel like a challenge was being issued, and so she remained standing, silently accepting it even if she did not even know what it was just yet.

She smiled a little as well, the expression less subtle than his in its warmth. If he was an ocean than Sif was perhaps more like the fire in a forge, tightly controlled but still burning bright.

"You are the only one who knows how I like it."

Probably because she wanted her bath water to be pretty damn close to scalding, and few servants were bold enough to risk burning one of the fiercest warriors in the realm.

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