The Lady Sif (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
bornagoddess) wrote2014-04-11 04:52 am
bornagoddess) wrote2014-04-11 04:52 am
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Please adjust for Asgardian strength
Sif could not be more thankful for Natasha's guidance through this place. She wasn't ungrateful for the others', each had their own sort-of specialty - Loki showed her entertainment (and nostalgia) while she had made Jemma promise she would let her know of any new findings about the place itself - but Natasha's guidance was all-encompassing. If not for her Sif would have gone hungry and not have stripped off her armour in two days.
If not for her it might also take her longer to discover a specific location to train one's physique. Despite her Asgardian qualities and extensive training Sif knew how important it was to keep in shape, reflexes keen, muscles hardened. As soon as possible she had decided to devote a few hours to this end, and if not for Natasha she would, once again, have had to do it in her armour. Which she loved, like a second skin, but it was not conducive to proper working of any muscle or bone in her body. It was supposed to make them move or shake as little as possible, after all.
The one issue with this idyllic scenario was that Natasha, strong fierce warrior that she was, was in stature a much smaller woman than Sif. While on the former these training garments were breathable and adequate, on the latter they were tight and small. Sif never exposed her midriff - it was a death sentence! - nor did her trousers reach only below the knee, but right now, here she was. A shirt with straps instead of sleeves that kept riding up her middle at the littlest movement, and pants that did not cover her calves. Not to mention that she had had to wear her boots all the same, for Natasha's shoes had given Sif no chance to even put her feet into them.
Slightly uncomfortable, Sif walked into the training room - the gym - and looked around. There were machines everywhere, each suited for a different area of focus on the body, as far as she could tell. Sif ignored them and zeroed in on the punching bags behind the first line of machines. Ah, yes. This would do nicely for a start.
She picked up the hand-wraps from nearby and equipped herself. Rotating her shoulders and neck, Sif gave a few hops of readiness before throwing the first punch. Immediately the bag went flying off of its hinges, hitting a few things and narrowly missing a person before crashing into the opposite wall. "Oh," Sif murmured.
If not for her it might also take her longer to discover a specific location to train one's physique. Despite her Asgardian qualities and extensive training Sif knew how important it was to keep in shape, reflexes keen, muscles hardened. As soon as possible she had decided to devote a few hours to this end, and if not for Natasha she would, once again, have had to do it in her armour. Which she loved, like a second skin, but it was not conducive to proper working of any muscle or bone in her body. It was supposed to make them move or shake as little as possible, after all.
The one issue with this idyllic scenario was that Natasha, strong fierce warrior that she was, was in stature a much smaller woman than Sif. While on the former these training garments were breathable and adequate, on the latter they were tight and small. Sif never exposed her midriff - it was a death sentence! - nor did her trousers reach only below the knee, but right now, here she was. A shirt with straps instead of sleeves that kept riding up her middle at the littlest movement, and pants that did not cover her calves. Not to mention that she had had to wear her boots all the same, for Natasha's shoes had given Sif no chance to even put her feet into them.
Slightly uncomfortable, Sif walked into the training room - the gym - and looked around. There were machines everywhere, each suited for a different area of focus on the body, as far as she could tell. Sif ignored them and zeroed in on the punching bags behind the first line of machines. Ah, yes. This would do nicely for a start.
She picked up the hand-wraps from nearby and equipped herself. Rotating her shoulders and neck, Sif gave a few hops of readiness before throwing the first punch. Immediately the bag went flying off of its hinges, hitting a few things and narrowly missing a person before crashing into the opposite wall. "Oh," Sif murmured.