Between a pillow and a soft place.

The meadhall was quiet, then again it was still early in the day. The only patrons the owner had to deal with was the odd one or two hung over from last night's drinking sipping at broth at a table or the lone traveler who slept on the floor near the fire. Making sure every mug was clean and checking his caches of ale, mead and rum. The barkeep of the meadhall flung his dishrag over his shoulder and smiled at the mint condition of his establishment. when the late afternoon came he'd be fully prepared for the rush of customers AND the income they would bring. Since the Asgardians had been visiting more, his coffers had only grown heavier with new coin.

When night finally came, he wasn't disappointed when a gaggle of valkyrie, humans, dwarves and other people of the realms entered his mead hall and drank the night away. Yes, everything was going quite well... Until THEY came in.

"WHOOOOOO! LADY SIF IS THIRSTY TONIGHT AND I'M NOT TALKING BOOZE!" Called out the tall, buxom woman from the door, hugging her daughter close as she raised her fist over her head and got a chorus of cheers from the hall. The two women towered over everyone by at least half a foot. Sporting curves so ample, many wondered which gods the two women prayed to to be so blessed. IF only they knew they WERE the goddesses they had been thinking of. Sif and Thrud gathered a great deal of attention, and rightly so as the two took up the entire space of the double doors and wore clothing that left nothing to the imagination of just how much flesh a lucky man would get his hands on if he were so lucky as to get that close.

Thrud wore a brown dress that showed off her melon sized breasts, wide hips and thanks to a cut in the side of her skirt enough thigh and leg for the men to leer at. Her wild mane of red hair obscured just about everything behind her and drew focus on her kissable lips and lustful gaze. Sif, her mother was no better. Opting to wear a blue dress with the sides ripped to show off her bare thighs and legs and the abyss of her cleavage where her long braided hair snaked down to take the place of. The moment both women looked to the bartender, the man felt like a rabbit spotted by a pair of wolves.

"HEY BARKEEP! GIMME THE STRONGEST DRINK YOU GOT THAT ISN'T BULL PISS!"

"Y-yes mistress." He stuttered, gathering the materials he needed to make her favorite drink, remembering the orders her daughter gave him as he mixed a portion of Giant's mead into the cocktail and offered it to the woman who sat on a stool at his bar, the wood creaking when she and Thrud sat. "Here you are, your favorite."

"Make it double!" Demanded Thrud, leaning forward to show off her breasts. "I'm feeling like celebrating."

Nodding, the man made another and handed the drink over to the red haired beauty. Toasting, the two women began to drink together. Finishing the pint and slamming their mugs on the table, they demanded another, and another, and ANOTHER! After a few minutes, a crowd had formed around the two women as they went through their drinks, cheering them both on as they knocked back their sixth drink each. It didn't go unnoticed to the barkeep or the crowd as the two began to grow with each gulp of "Sif's Delight" passing their lips. Their dresses creaked as their curves swelled larger, their breasts expanding another cup size and their belts getting tighter. By their tenth drinks, the crowd were cheering the two women, even when they were now 2 inches taller even sitting.

"Another!"

"I-I'm sorry your highness, but you just drank my entire stock."

The crowd slowly stopped cheering as Sif sat up straight and narrowed her eyes down at the man. "What?"

"Well..." He tried to explain, tapping his fingers together nervously as even Thrud gave him a dirty look. "The... Ingredients to your... Personal drink is quite rare and its rather difficult to obtain them."

Sitting up to her feet and looming over the bar, it surprised the man to find Sif now stood almost 7 feet tall! The woman practically glowering over him, until her cheeks turned red and she burst into a playful giggle.

"Woops, I guess you're right about that." Waving her hand, both to fan herself and wave off the problem nonchalantly. "Well I'll just tell my personal aids to stock your cellars with more of my favorite drink."

"Still... If there's no more of our favorite drink..." Thrud thought out loud, joining her mother at her feet where her wider hip brushed against her mother's own. "I can think of something ELSE to do to pass the night away..."

Not understanding what the tall red-head was talking about, his eyes went wide when she grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt and practically hoisted him off his feet and over her shoulder.

Stepping out of the meadhall with a drunken stagger, the two Aesir turned around and announced to the entire hall.

"Night boys, we're going to share a sandwich."

"Yes! A mother and daughter sandwich!"

Playfully tapping the man's nose with her finger, Thrud purred with delight. "And guess who's the meat?"