Sif is the closest to bad that I come, and up until recently, I hadn't really understood exactly how twisted she was capable of being. I mean, I always knew she was jealous and vain, conceited and self-entitled. But are these the things from which bad-girls are made? Also I had never written anything, anything at all, from her PoV. I gotta admit, it was kind of fun. Be sure to follow the link above to check out the other participants of today's blogfest, hosted by Andrew at The WriteRunner!
It's about 1910. The Norse gods have lost much of their influence. Many of them have left the world altogether, giving it up for a lost cause. Sif, unfortunately for everyone, is not one of those who decided to leave, and she's also got a massive grudge against Eve for a number of reasons, none of which are Eve's fault at all. Is this Canon for the rest of my books? I'm undecided. But I like it.
Disclaimer: I have done no research on the 1900s as far as dress, manners and etc. go, for this blogfest.
And there you have it. My bad-girl. I might be out of my element, but I'm not sure that Sif ever is."Mr. Newcastle?" Sif smiled and extended a gloved hand to the gentleman. If one could call him that. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, sir."Frank Newcastle gave her a long look, his eyes sweeping from her face to her toes and back again. The dress of the times hid most of her body, but Sif had done everything she could to expose herself in the most attractive manner. As a result, Frank's gaze lingered on her breasts as he took her hand and raised it to his lips."I'm sorry Miss, but I don't believe I've had the honor."She let her face flush and ducked her head with false modesty. "Oh, of course, excuse my manners. My husband, Mr. Macnia speaks of you so often I felt as if we had already met.""Of course, of course." Frank's smile was more leer than anything else, and Sif wondered for a moment what Lugh had told him about his supposed wife.Not that it mattered. Sleeping with the man would bind him that much more tightly to her, and she was not as powerful as she had once been. If she'd had her old strength, she never would have needed Lugh's help for any of this, and Eve would have been driven to insanity years ago, if not dead.Poor Eve, she wouldn't know what she was getting into, marrying this man. Not until it was much too late. There had been a time, once, when Sif had not condoned physical abuse of any lesser creature outside of combat, but after millenia with Loki, and a few hundred years with Lugh, she was more than willing to make an exception for Eve. And dear Mr. Newcastle would be the perfect tool."I did so want to see you myself," Sif said, pretending innocence as she removed her gloves. "My cousin is very dear to me, you see, and I would not dream of letting her marry until I was sure that the man would treat her well."Sif raised her hand to her chest, toying with the gold chain that fell between her breasts. She looked up at him from beneath lowered eyelashes, letting her smile show a hint of suggestion."You see, I want my cousin to be as fortunate as I have been," she dropped her voice, and Frank, fool man that he was, leaned forward. Sif traced a finger along his jaw and her eyes glowed golden, inserting the desired response in the man's mind. "In every way."His gaze traveled up from her breasts to her face and he grinned, his hands dropping to his belt. It didn't take all that much encouragement. "I'd be happy to reassure you of my worth, Mrs. Macnia. In any way you desire."She stepped closer, making him look her in the eyes for a moment longer, even while her hand went to the waist of his pants. His eyes were glazed with lust, and beneath it a certain violence that suited her purposes just perfectly. Some things about men would never change, no matter what year it was. The more civilized men thought themselves, the more brutality they were capable of.Sif could feel the roar of war, waiting to break against the shore of humanity. Lugh had promised her it would begin with that insufferable Archduke of Austria just as soon as they placed Eve into Mr. Newcastle's capable hands. Because if there was one thing that would drive Eve further into despair, it was war, and what better way to ensure war than to place her into a position where love was lost to her. If she could not love, humanity would be that much more easily swayed into action by the old gods. Perhaps some of mankind might even turn from Christianity, if the right pressures were applied and they believed themselves forsaken.It was enough to make Sif tremble with anticipation for the power that might course through her once more. But first things first. Mr. Newcastle, dear Frank, must be made amenable.Sif raised an eyebrow, biting her lower lip and assuming the most provocative expression in her repertoire. "I think I'll just need a demonstration, if you don't mind. For my cousin's sake, of course."
Ice cold, Sif. She's a bad one all right. Very nicely done. I take it this is pre-WWI? Eve really does get around, doesn't she?ReplyDelete
Yes. and Yes. This scene takes place roughly before all those scenes I wrote for WotD.ReplyDelete
It's funny. When I was little and reading the Delaures Norse Myths I always thought Sif was a harmless blond cheerleader. You gave her some great depth. : )ReplyDelete
I feel like she began that way, maybe-- but I think somewhere along the way she got a little bit messed up :P But I also kind of think that being a god or goddess can go to one's head after a while! Glad you enjoyed my take!ReplyDelete
Whew, Amalia! You made Sif a bad girl, indeed. Beautiful development and tension.ReplyDelete
Thanks Tricia! I'm glad you liked it :)ReplyDelete
Nice! An evil seductress. When I started writing from my Bad Girl's POV it opened my eyes to a lot of things. And they're so delicious to read! Thanks for participating!ReplyDelete
Thanks for hosting!ReplyDelete
When bad becomes subtle like Sif, it becomes evil. Sif is truly bad in the worst possible way. And if she heard me say that, she would probably say, "Why, of course!"ReplyDelete
Good job, Roland
Mmm, I'm not entirely certain that Sif would be willing to own up to her evil with pride, and she holds a grudge something wicked, so I think I'd just stick to complimenting her beauty if you ever met up. :)ReplyDelete
Awesome scene! I love Sif here as she seems like a powerful woman - and I'm always for that! Woot!ReplyDelete
I like the level of manipulation in this, but also the background thoughts that make it clear the vindictiveness isn't mindless.ReplyDelete
Harley: She is definitely that. I'm glad you liked it so much!ReplyDelete
Stu: Thanks for stopping by! Sif can't get all the credit for the un-mindlessness, though :)
Excellent. There is no doubt manipulation and deceit make for a bad girl. But bad girls themselves are boring, it's what's makes them bad that's interesting and Sif has quite a history. :) Regardless, what stands out for me here is the writing:ReplyDelete
The more civilized men thought themselves, the more brutality they were capable of.
Sif could feel the roar of war, waiting to break against the shore of humanity.
Thought provoking and lyrical. Lovely job.
*blush* Thanks, VR!ReplyDelete
I agree--bad just for the sake of bad is not nearly as exciting as bad for a reason!
I really like the bit about how man got more "civilized," the more brutal they become. Interesting take. Good scene! She would be a good antagonist.ReplyDelete
Wow, Sif is so bad! This really good, I love how manipulative she is. The fact she has a reason makes it all the more interesting and dark! Great entry!ReplyDelete
KM: Thanks! she is a mighty fine antagonist when I know what I'm doing :)ReplyDelete
Mia: Thank you! I am heading over to your blog to read yours right now :)
Not out of your element in any way. This is excellent.ReplyDelete
I'm left hoping Eve gets the one-up in this situation.
Wow, what a manipulative little girl that Sif is... If you are out of your element, I can't tell. You have a real knack for making characters so believable! I'm thinking, who care's what they're wearing???ReplyDelete
Great job! ;)
Tara: You and me both! Thanks for stopping by :)ReplyDelete
Elizabeth: Thanks so much! I'm glad you didn't care, because I would have failed the dress-code quiz for sure! :)
Wow, what a great scene. I'm in love with Sif as a Bad Girl temptress ready to bed the dupe in the name of retaking control over humankind, but more especially to reclaim her own power.ReplyDelete
You are definitely not out of your element, you moved those two around like putty, creating a mounting tension that I read will soon to be consummated. Great job!
I agree--not out of your element! This is really fun! Poor Eve--I really feel for her. And, actually, I feel for Sif, too. Yay!ReplyDelete
Thanks Olivia! Thanks for commenting! It was fun to play with Sif a bit :)ReplyDelete
Sarah: I'm not sure Sif doesn't deserve the hand she's been dealt, honestly. But thanks! I'm glad you liked it!
No dear, you are most definitely not out of your element. It's way cool to have a bad girl that can weild physical violence; but a truly bad girl, IMO is one thats cunningly subtle. Mind games, manipulation of the baser senses.ReplyDelete
A talented bad girl is an instigator. She sets things in motion, and watches with glee as the devastation unfolds on its own, only tweaking circumstances to keep it hot and steamy.
I think this captured the true spirit of a bad girl.
Very subtle bad girl you have here; subtle and very evil. Very well done. :)ReplyDelete
You have an award at my blog!ReplyDelete
Hmmmm, your version of Sif reminds me a bit of Aphrodite: seductive, vain, and vindictive.ReplyDelete
Donna and Sarah: Thanks!ReplyDelete
Harley: Hooray! Thank you!
Genie of the Shell: They are not entirely dissimilar at this point. The years were not kind to Sif.
Oooh! Amazingly evil and still obviously so hurt from some past betrayal.ReplyDelete
Love the backdrop of pre WWI...so interesting for a conflict and setting...great job!