Bucky/Sif, Fertility Ritual
A/N: So this is just…so fluffy and sweet. Idk how that happened. Oh well. ENJOY!
Bucky’s feet slid out as he straightened his legs. His back ached from sleeping on the stone slab and he felt cold and damp. Sif groaned quietly and pushed up, still seated astride him.
The morning sun rose behind her, illuminating her in a halo of gold.
Her hands went immediately to her stomach, still flat, but full of possibility. Of their future. Of the product of their union.
The evidence of the ritual lay around them. Candles, long since extinguished. Their clothing, folded neatly in a pile near the outer ring of the stone circle.
While a child wasn’t exactly what they thought they’d walk out with when they happened upon the ceremony the previous night…they both felt hopeful. And strangely enough, given the circumstances…happy.