Posts Tagged sif
Oh, those clever dwarves. Not only did they make Sif her fantastic golden hair, but they outfitted it with a one of those devices you see on TV late at night that sucks up bugs without killing them.
Baldur and Loki have been gone to Midgard for several weeks now and Sif is getting impatient. She has given special instructions to Baldur to bring her back some exotic shampoos and conditioners from the earth’s most exclusive hair salons. When the products arrive, it won’t be a moment too soon. She’s got a terrible case of the dreaded Nordic frizz!
Lovely Sif is proving an extremely difficult conquest for Loki, the insidious (and apparently horny) god of mischief.
Loki abandons his idea to transform himself into a moose and ravish the most beautiful goddess in her bedchamber, preferring something more clever…
Seducing her with his comic book collection.
The insidious Loki continues his amorous advances on Sif, the most beautiful woman in the realm. Loki invites Sif to grab on to his mustache like the reigns of a horse and ride to Valhalla on his dragon prow. Sif has had enough, and calls out to her husband Thor…
Loki tries to convince Sif that Thor does a lot more on his trips to Giant Land than just slay giants… he rides those giant women all night long. There is no reason why a woman like Sif should be kept waiting. She is beautiful, charming, intelligent. If she just gave poor misunderstood Loki a chance, he could show her a better way.
Starting with a mustache ride.
Loki wonders if Sif has hair below to match her golden mane up top. She promptly reminds him that years ago he transformed himself into a mare and let a horse ravish him. Loki promises Sif that sex with him will never be boring…
Baldur is fascinated with Sif’s magical hair… a veritable museum of artifacts, fossils, and antiques, and longs to take another trip inside.
Sif is agreeable, but not without a price…
Baldur explores Sif’s hair, a fantastic extra-dimensional realm of limitless storage space. Once again, impressive craftsmanship by the dwarves!
An old anvil, a berserker bearskin, a viking longship…. these are just a few of the things inside.
A lost Russian satellite, a dessicated brontosaurus, the lost civilization the Mayans… what is Sif going to do with all this stuff?
Baldur asks Sif is she has seen his lost soccer ball. She hasn’t, but she invites Baldur to look inside her magical hair.
As Baldur stares into her hairy portal, he is overcome with fear. What are these strange tingles and sensations rising up inside him?