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Sif heard him bellow her name and she sighed. What did he want now? He was so demanding! She decided not to answer right away. That tone implied trouble and she was in no mood for it. If she was in trouble already there was no point in answering anytime soon. She looked out her window and saw Thor, working in the stable. She sighed again. What has become of them? After Odin fell into the Odinsleep again, Loki took over Asgard. He challenged Thor and herself to a duel and asked for the throne if he would win. She and Thor were foolish enough to agree. Even more foolish to accept the drink he offered before the fight. It was spiked with venom that weakened them greatly and Thor lost the throne to Loki that day. Mjölnir was put in a cave that was sealed off and Loki wanted Sif to become his bride. She hardly fooled herself by thinking it was love. It was to hurt Thor. To make matters worse, he now had Thor working in the stables as a stable boy, worsening the humiliation for all. He bellowed her name again and she could tell he was getting closer to their chambers.

“What?!” She bellowed back and regretted her tone right away. ‘Great, Sif, that only made it worse’ she thought to herself as she heard the door to their chambers opening.

Loki entered their chambers with that known glare stuck in his eyes. He held Gungnir in his hand as he eyed Sif up and down. The king was dressed in his usual attire, the black leather coat with gold and green embellishments. His sunken face was as pale as always, but a dark look was seen in his emerald eyes that Sif did not see often. This meant Trouble with a capital T. Wonderful.

“You went to see him again, didn’t you? Answer me!” He shouted across the room as soon as he saw she was there. Sif rolled her eyes and looked back out the window. Yes, she went to see Thor. She brought him some food because the poor thing was starving. Also to have him hold her, which she longed for more than anything. Loki, of course, could never know.

“Did you roll your eyes at me?! Harlot!” Loki walked up to her and slapped her across the face. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Thor looking up, seeing how she was assaulted and it pained her more than the slap itself. Poor Thor…her dear lover…they were torn apart by an evil man. But they were plotting to get Thor back to the throne, where he belonged. The thought alone made her defiant as she usually was. As she looked back to face Loki, there was a glare in her eyes and a smirk around her lips.

“What are you smirking about?” Loki asked in a hushed tone, which indicated even more trouble than him shouting.

“Your lack of conviction.” She replied with an even wider smirk and walked away from him.

“You will respect me!” He bellowed again and pulled her back on her arm with force.

“Stop it!” Sif now bellowed back with equal volume and tried to pull away from his grip. The fabric of her black dress ripped as Loki held on to it and a snarl appeared around his lips.

“Look what you did! A poor excuse for a queen you make! Wearing clothes is even too difficult for you to understand, you dull witted woman!”

While looking down as he utters his harsh words, Sif tries to cover up the skin that was showing. As soon as she became his wife, the goddess was forced to get rid of all her battling armour and garments. Her entire wardrobe was replaced with black and green dresses, matching Loki’s suits. Sif hated them. She hated them just as much as all the gold jewellery he gave her, to wear with her new garments. Gold, way too gaudy for her taste. Silver was more like her. Elegant, but strong. Not only did Loki control her jewellery and clothing, he also insisted she wore her raven-black locks loose and curled. Everything, from waking up ‘till going back to sleep, was arranged for her. Thousands of servant girls would kill to stand in her shoes, but all Sif wanted was to curl up in bed and never wake up again. There used to be a fighter in her, a warrior. But now…even standing up to the trickster was too much to ask for her. It wasn’t as if she didn’t try, she tried multiple times to show her discontent for the whole situation. But after a flogging in front of the masses, she turned meek and malleable. Every now and then, her defiant self would act up and Sif always regretted that afterwards, but it felt good to show it occasionally.

The long sleeve of the black dress, laced with dark-green ribbons, was torn and showed off her shoulder. Loki saw her efforts to cover herself and it only added to his fury. The fact that she was not standing up for herself made it worse for him as well. Secretly, the trickster found that side of her the most interesting, although he would never admit to it. Never repeat this again, reader, but the trickster even admired Sif at times. Always fighting for what she believed in, no matter the consequences. The sick and twisted soul that he was, he also wanted her to be defiant so he would have a chance to punish her, humiliate her, like she did so many times to him when they were younger. Thor was a huge factor in that. The god used to put up the goddess and the Warriors Three to being unkind with him. After which Loki would trick them, causing the distaste for each other to grow even deeper.

“Stupid wench, go and dress yourself properly for supper! If you remember what it is like to wear garments, that is. A harlot like yourself rather parades around bare, do you not?” A gasp escaped her lips as this foul insult was thrown her way, but Sif managed to compose herself.

“Of course, my lord. I shall attend shortly.” Sif said in a honey-sweet voice that indicated she was ready to tear his head right off. But all Loki did was smirk. My lord. How he loved it when she called him that, even if it was insincere.

“You are learning faster than your puny brain would allow, do be careful not to tire yourself!” The king growled before he left the room, closing the door behind him just in time not to be hit by one of her statuettes that she threw his way.

“Bilsnipe!” Sif bellowed and let herself fall on the bed with a frustrated grunt. Fine, she would attend supper, but not a word would fall from her lips. Let him explain why the queen refuses to look at his subjects and the household.

When she chose her dress, Sif sighed heavily. They all seemed unsuitable. Too dark and gloomy, if you asked her. Whatever happened to the bright colors? Red, silver and gold? Gold was allowed, but limited. Loki painted the gold of the palace a dark shade, so it appeared ominous for all who lived and visited there. The red curtains were replaced by green ones and the crisp white satin sheets were replaced with black sheets. To send a silent protest, she eventually chose a dress that had a bright colour green, with gold settings. It was one of the few that was held no black fabric and she hated this dress the least. The woman pulled her hair back by placing a couple of golden combs in her raven locks and went to the grand hall to attend supper.

The hall was filled with the residents of the household. The Warriors Three stared sadly at Sif as she walked by and she send them a knowing look. I know, friends. She thought. I know, but we will get through it, I promise. Thor was not allowed in the grand hall any longer, he was forced to eat with the lowest servants, like the other stable boys and the staff that kept the weapon stock clean. Due to the cruel reign of the king, they did not receive food each day. It was rule that they would only get the table scraps when the household had eaten and Volstag’s perseverance concerning food caused them to grow hungry on occasion. Sif made a habit of sneaking food, but Loki found out, apparently. One of the guards must have betrayed her, the cowards did anything to come in good grace with their king. Not out of loyalty, no, but out of fear. This knowledge sickened Sif to the core. The day she would comply out of fear, would be her last day on Asgard, that was a certain matter.

Loki send a glare her way and she hurried to his side, sitting down while keeping her head down.

“My lord.” Sif murmured and did her best to sound humble. If only she had inspected her reflection better in the tall mirror in their room. She would have noticed the strand of hay stuck in her locks. Once Thor saw her enter the stable with a plate of food, joy overtook him and he had no choice but to pull her in a tight embrace after he ate, causing them to fall in the hay with a loud chuckle. Loki stayed silent as he saw the strand entangled in her hair as the anger boiled up inside of him. In a swift move, he grabbed her locks and yanked her hair painfully far back.

“Dirty whore!” He growled as Sif whimpered and protested.

“You let him bed you! The queen allows the length of a mere stable boy to enter her while her husband starves for attention!” Some residents started to look their way and a cruel look came across Loki’s face.

“The queen wishes to provide some entertainment while we dine!” Loki announced with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

“Do remove your garments, my dear. Show all of Asgard that the queen enjoys to be used as entertainment.” Sif glared at him in disbelief. No. Show off her naked body to the entire hall? She preferred the dungeons! Just as the protest was to leave her lips, Loki pulled her close and growls in her ear.

“Strip, or I shall banish Thor from the grounds before you can blink!”

Her jaw clenched up and Sif breathed heavy through her nose as she stood up and walked to the centre of the hall. All eyes were on the goddess, although she felt no shame. Why would she? The body she kept in such good shape was nothing to be ashamed of. Under loud applause from the crowd, Sif took off her dress. A wide grin appears on Sifs face and she twirls around while she gets rid of her undergarments. Placing her hands on her hips, she tilts her head and smirks at the king, who furrowed his brow deeply at her. Growling loud, he rose from his seat, leaning on Gungnir.

“The harlot does not even feign to be ashamed of herself! Guards, take her to the bedchambers! It is time you performed your marital duties with the one you are married to, my dear!” The guards surround the woman, giving her no chance to escape and they drag her across the hallway under loud complains from her side.

Loki ate supper with the rest of the household, but lost his appetite at Sif’s display. Why? Why did she insist on ridiculing him? In being as defiant as she was? Although a part of him enjoyed it and even longed for it, there was also annoyance involved. He wanted to knead and mould her into a plaything he could use for his amusement. Somehow, she did not allow it. The king had to find a way to evaporate the pride from her eyes, that would extinguish her spark once and for all! While he made his way to their chambers, he muttered to himself under his breath. Her marital duties…yes, of course. That would be the way. Loki would make her feel what it would mean to fulfil those. And no other man would ever be good enough after him, he would make sure of it! An eerie chuckle left his lips as he unlocked the door to their chambers and noticed that the guards had cuffed Sif to the bedposts. Eying her up and down earned him a vicious glare from the woman.

“What are you looking at? Let me go at once! Don’t even think that you can touch me! There is no way…” Loki held up his hand with a blank look on his face and Sif stopped speaking immediately.

“I will untie you now and you will remain calm. As I said, you will perform your marital duties. Any form of rebellion will reflect on Thor’s wellbeing so you better choose well how defiant you will be from now on. Believe me when I say I can be very cruel in my torture.” The trickster said in a hushed tone and stepped forward to undo her chains. Sif averted her eyes. That was it, her weak spot. If he threatened to hurt Thor, her world fell apart. Her own wellbeing mattered little at this point, she could take any form of torture he would send her way. But Thor…Thor could not get hurt. Not if she had any say in it.

As the goddess lay in front of her, now untied and more willing than first, Loki placed a hand on her breast and started to knead it softly. Sif let her head fall back and tried to stifle her moans. The hand travelled further down, lightly caressing her stomach and finally reaching the nerve spot between her legs. The female’s cheeks got flustered and she nibbled her lip as he softly rubbed the palm of his hand over the most sensitive spot of her body. The hint of arousal that was sparked did not go unnoticed by the sly one and he smirked at her. His emerald green eyes searched her dark-brown ones and her lips parted as she could not help but to pant at what he was doing.

“Yes, my dear…feel your king and be an obedient wife for him.” He cooed as he slipped two fingers inside if her. The goddess gasped and swallowed hard. Her bodily reactions were something she could not control, so it was clear that she was aroused by his actions. Loki crawled on the bed, quickly undid his garments and gazed down at her, his slender body obviously ready for what he was about to do.

Before Sif even knew it was happening, Loki had straddled her chest and lifted her head with his hand. Without uttering a single word, he forced his manhood in her mouth and hissed as the warmth of her mouth engulfed him. He groaned at the feeling and cackled.

“Look at you, pathetic little warrior! This is your place, pleasing your husband! I notice that we all misread your talents a long time ago.” Sif struggled to get away from his grip and for the air she so coveted right about now, but failed. When he finally pulled out, the woman had to gasp for air repeatedly, causing Loki to smirk evilly at her. Rising from the bed and onto his feet, he began to pace back and forth while keeping his gaze on her. At this point, her cheeks were a deep shade of red and the shame lay in her eyes, clearly visible. Good, he thought. There would be no more disobedience after this. After tonight, Sif would be his in full, without ever giving Thor another thought. The liesmith crawled over her and bit down on her neck, making her wail out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Loki slid into her with ease and he moaned her name. Sif bit her lip as hard as she could, to stifle her own moaning, but a bit of sound was heard by him anyway. It increased his arousal for her and he soon started to take on a fast pace, giving her no time to adjust to his length. Sif squirmed around, not knowing if she wanted to get away from him or if she wanted more, but it annoyed the king greatly.

“Stop that!” Loki growled and pinned her wrists down.

It only took a few more thrusts before he released himself inside of her while letting go of her wrists and yanking hard on her locks.

Loki tried to slow down his breath as he pulled out and grinned at Sif, who trembled and was obviously not pleased.

“I was so close…” She whispered and Loki let out a throaty laugh.

“You seem to be under the impression that it matters if you are pleased or not. Let me burst that adorable little bubble for you…it does not!” He growled this last part and grabbed her throat in a swift movement. Sif’s eyes grew wide and she flinched as Loki brought his face close to hers.

“Listen to me. I will use you as I please, you are mine and will act that way from now on. If you are on your best behaviour and if I am feeling generous, I might consider giving you release in the future. But in the mean time, you will be punished by not being able to touch yourself. You will not lust after my ‘brother’ again, do you understand?” Sif nodded but her mind was racing with ways to defy him. First of all, she would wait until he would fall asleep and then eh…take care of herself. In the morning, the woman would think of a way to act out during breakfast.

The goddess knew that Loki was not able to read minds, but it was as if he did that exact thing. He stepped off the bed and reached down. Seeing what he held in his hand, made her glare. No, he could not be serious! But Loki was serious. With a smirk, he turned Sif on her back and cuffed her hands behind her back again.

“Just to make sure that my love will abide by my rules.” The sly one chuckled eerily and slid under the covers, pulling them over her body as well.

“Goodnight, my dear. And remember….touching yourself is forbidden.” He pecked her on the cheek and licked over the woman’s lips as she tried to pull away from him.

With a content cackle, the king soon drifted off to sleep, leaving Sif writhing to be touched.