“I would not think myself so clever if I were you.”
Pausing his movements, Odin laid his open book upon his desk and looked at the dagger pressed against his neck, smirking.
“Is this the way to treat your King, Lady Sif?”
Looking at him, she glared and removed her dagger, but kept it ready and at hand.
“You may fool the others, Loki, but I know you and your tricks too well..., Silvertongue.”
As his smirk grew, Loki let the disguise fall and leant towards Sif, grabbing her wrists as they whispered in her ear, bringing about pleasent shivers that ran down her spine.
“Of course... You would know, Lady Sif. I expect you know me so well you could single-handedly bring about my downfall," She paused and looks at Sif, he was being honest for once and Sif could tell, "But tell me, how long did it take you to figure it out? Do entertain me, did you ever mourn?”
Forcing them off of her, Sif pushed her and answered in disgust, “I have only ever mourned my parents and my Queen. A Trickster that defies death is not worth my sorrow.”
Loki’s upper lip curled, “Ah, but Thor is worth it, is he not?”
She had always preffered Golden Boy Thor, always loved him... He knew Thor had been her first and the thought still makes their blood boil.
“The matters of my heart are mine and mine alone, it matters not to you. Now tell me, what have you done with All-Father?” She grabbed his lower arm to keep her from moving.
“Just his due, of course. He is to learn how it is to feel the way I have for so long.”
Snarling, Sif answered, her mouth to his ear, “That again. Will you ever move on? You were lied to, yes. You feel betrayed, I comprehend that. But if All-Father is to be held accountable of his actions, why not you?”
The hurt and jealousy had driven him mad. She thought they may drive her mad too.
Grabbing her wrist, he turned her, pushing her back against their chest, “Why, Sif, I did not know you cared. After all, you seem to wish justice for me in all respects.”
He pressed her against him, their arms to her waist as they moved to attack her throat. He begins to ravish her with urgent and passionate kisses. In her arms, Sif squirmed until she overpowered her and turned. Her lips smack against him, matching his passion. The embrace is heated and urged, a flame fuelled by centuries of denial, jealousy, and rage.
“Whatever made you think I care,” Sif whispered between kisses as they make their way to the bed, clothes and weapons littering the bedchamber’s floor.
The passionate embrace continued, feral, instinctive, and animalistic. They made love to each other, they toreeach other apart, body, mind, and soul. They begged for mercy, for forgiveness of the demons that haunted them for so long. He apologized for his tricks, their traitorous behaviour, they were always jealous. She apologized for ignoring him, for following Thor as a lost puppy in hopes of forgetting about the raven-haired prince. They recall their faults, they cry over Frigga’s death, still so fresh in their minds, both hurt at the lost of their mother figure, seeking hope and forgiveness, an ease to the numbing pain in each others’ arms.
Loki howlered and allowed herself to cry for the first time in centuries. Sif let her. And in the end, it was all the same. She was the Goddess of War, he the God of Mischief, they can never be. The night ended all too fast and as they parted, they whispered one last goodbye.
“Aren’t the matters of your heart now mine as well?”
Sif paused in her dressing and turned to Loki in shock. Although he hide it well, they had been intimate just moments before and she knew he hoped, hoped once more.
“Maybe.”
She then finished dressing and left. Things were back to how they were, and yet they would never be the same, but she got the information sought. She had what they needed and now, although she must remain faithful to Asgard in person, she knew that her heart would never be faithful to the land of gods anymore as another held its place.
Watching her as she left, Loki knew he was right, she would bring about their downfall, but for once, he could not help but wish to surrender and let her.