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Sif made her way to their chambers after being released by Martopher. As expected, the king was waiting for her with a dark look on his face. He furrowed her brow as she entered the room and walked up to her with a pointing finger, to emphasize what he was saying.

“You are lucky that we have guests tomorrow, otherwise I would have let you rot in jail! Do you understand? Will you not thank your king for his benevolence?” Loki hissed as he got closer. Sif felt victorious and hungry. A most dangerous combination, for it made her careless. With a mocking curtsey and a smug grin, Sif answered him.

“My king, so benevolent you are. It would almost question ones authority and capability to rule with an iron fist.” With a growl, he raised his hand at her, but stopped before he slapped her across the face. It could leave a bruise and then what would he tell his guests. The smugness on Sif’s face increased as she saw this and she pursed her lips together, another mocking gesture. Loki started to breathe through his nose, his nostrils flaring and his hands balled into fists. In a swift movement, he reached out and grabbed her locks firmly, in the way he loved to do it. Sif was powerless against it, pulling back would only hurt more. Loki used his other hand to grab her throat, making her whimper and gasp for air as he gradually started to tighten his grip.

“Not so loquacious now, are you, my dear?” He spat the words out as if they were poisonous and brought his face even closer to hers.

“Let me go!” Sif was able to let out, still gasping and trembling. Her victorious state vanished and was replaced with one of regret. However did she manage to anger him every step of the way? And why did he not let her go as his wife, if she was such a nuisance?

“I am weary and wish to rest, you shall thank your king for his benevolence in a respectful manner before your head touches that pillow, do you understand?” Loki growled at her as he pushed her back, releasing her throat and hair.

“The longer that will take, the more severe your punishment shall be.” With a stare that dripped with venom and hate, Sif kneeled in front of him and looked up.

“Thank you, for your benevolence, your majesty.” The woman let out in a tone that implied the need for his blood. The well-known smirk emerged on his face and he let out an eerie chuckle.

“Ah yes, the best position you’ve had so far in this house-hold, on your knees!” Sif snarled and bared her teeth at him as she stood back up, but said nothing. Loki started to disrobe as he eyed her up and down.

“I suggest you show me how thankful you really are. Before I change my mind. In bed. Now.” Again he repeated the torturous process of bringing her to her very edge, before leaving her whimpering and groaning for release in frustration. The last act before the king went to sleep, was to again cuff Sif, so she could not move her arms.

Sif cried herself to sleep that night, Loki only revelling in the sound of her tears.

In the morning, Sif was woken up by a pair of hands that groped her body. It still being sore and sensitive, the warrior goddess groaned aggravated when she felt it. She fluttered her eyes open and saw Loki hover above her with a menacing grin.

“I want to hear you scream again, Sif, it sounds so lovely.” Sif sighed and tried to pull the blanket over her body again.

“Leave me alone, I went to sleep half an hour ago!” With a growl, the blanket was pulled away and he quickly snaked a hand around Sif’s throat. She snapped her eyes back open and tried to push his hand away.

“Let me go!” An eerie chuckle was heard as the king squeezed her throat tighter, hoping to cut off her air supply completely.

“You will please your king when he orders you to!” He said in a hushed tone as he brought his face close to hers, making her flinch and struggle for air. Her mouth turned into a snarl and she lunged at him with her fist, hitting him across the jaw. Loki had no other choice but to let go and grip at his face with a loud wail of pain. If the goddess struck, she struck well. Sif quickly sat up and rubbed her painful throat as the Loki looked back with a look that was conveyed with hate. He knew he could not strike her back, if he left a mark, he would be forced to explain that to his guests. A smirk appeared around his lips and Sif got nervous by the look of it.

“My queen…” He said the words in a bittersweet voice, “I shall grant you your freedom now, we do not want our guests thinking that I am not able to keep my own wife in line. As soon as the last of them leaves this palace…you are mine! And I have all day to plan your torture, my dear.” Loki stroke her cheek softly before slapping her across the face.

Sif gasped at the pain but was relieved that she was safe for now. Tonight, she would see her darling Thor. If there would be torture after, she could take it. She endured far worse already, Loki would pose no threat. As the king got dressed for the day, Sif stayed in bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Dare not bore me with your presence during breakfast! You shall remain without food today! Maybe that will make you more willing to comply to your ruler!” Loki bellowed through the room before slamming the door closed. Sif rolled her eyes. This was not the first time Loki punished her this way. Little did he know that she befriended the kitchen staff a long time ago already. Whenever she would not be training, Sif would help out in the kitchen, making the work easier on the staff. This occurred even before Loki took the throne and the staff was very thankful to the kind warrior. In return, the staff always made sure that Sif was well-fed, whenever the king would deprive her from food or beverages. The goddess dressed herself in a simple black gown with green short sleeves and put her hair in a high tail, as she used to do when she went off to battle.

Martopher was just outside the door and he smiled kindly at Sif as she appeared from the chamber.

“Good morning, my lady. You must be hungry. Shall I fetch you something from the kitchen?”

Sif smiled at him. Oh, rebellious man, you are learning well, she thought. Her kindness inspired this man to go into direct orders of the king and it made her feel all warm inside.

“Thank you, Martopher, but I shall see to my own breakfast. I will not have you risk your safety on my behalf. The kitchen staff is always willing to help me out, so do not fret over me.” With a nod and a smile, Martopher let Sif pass and promised he would keep a look out. That way, he could warn her if the king decided to come back to the room early. Almost skipping to the kitchen, Sif greeted the staff with a huge grin on her face. A striking young man with blonde hair and big blue eyes waved at her.

“Greetings, Sif! The king put you on his diet again? We already made you a plate!” The young man gave her the plate and Sif put her hand on his shoulder with a thankful look.

“Thank you, Hadrian, I am starved!” When she took place at one of the big tables to have her meal, another member of the staff brought her a goblet of freshly squeezed juice. If the king knew, he would hang me! Sif thought to herself, as she giggled a bit. After Sif ate her breakfast, she thanked the staff and went outside. Hogun was training there and the goddess sends him a small, unsure smile. Oh, how she longed picking up that sword to swing it until she dropped. But the king forbade her to ever train with the warriors three again. According to his rule, women had no place in the army and should not be holding weapons at all.

Without hesitating a single second, Hogun grabbed the sword that laid in front of him and threw it at Sif, handle first. She caught it in mid-air and started to circle him with a smirk. The dress got in her way horribly, but that did not bother her. The thrill of holding a sword again rushed through her body, making her long for Thor’s touch even more.

The grim warrior wasted no time and attacked Sif with his own sword. As she tried to step forward, her dress got in the way again and she sliced it open with a growl, now showing off a big part of her upper leg. Hogun hesitated for a second as he laid eyes upon her and with a huge grin, Sif tackled him and sat on his chest.

“HA! Never get distracted, Hogun! You taught me that lesson!” Her grin vanished as she heard a familiar voice bellow her name.

“SIF! What by Odin’s beard are you doing?!”

Quickly she rose back to her feet and averted her eyes as Loki stormed up to her. The woman had forgotten that he took his morning stroll along the grounds before tending to his duties and was now seen in action with a torn up dress. With another man. Loki’s glare went from Sif to Hogun, as if he was trying to decide who he should punish first.

“Take Hogun to the front of the stable for fifty lashes! I want Thor to hear his screams of pain.” Loki said as he smirked at Sif.

“And as for my wife…Her punishment shall be dealt with after our guests have left. I shall punish you even worse now, my dear.” He cackled as he stroked her cheek and Sif slapped his hand away with an agitated growl as Hogun was taken away.

“Let me take those lashes, Hogun did nothing wrong!” But the king shook his head.

“You shall both be lashed, so do not worry, my unyielding wife! You both went against the kings demands and shall be punished in view of that. Your punishment is delayed, that is the only difference!” Eyeing her in disgust once more, he turned around and left the grounds.

Sif felt horrible over Hogun, but knew he would take his punishment proudly. In the distance, the sounds of the first lashes were heard, but the sound that was missing was that of Hogun cries of pain. This made her smile bitterly. Hogun was like her, proud and sturdy. It would a lot more to make him wail in pain. With a sad sigh, Sif made her way back to her chambers. Martopher was waiting for her at the door.

“My lady, I have a plan for this evening! Do you have your costume ready?” The woman nodded.

“Yes, it is in here, my friend.” They went inside and Sif opened the closet, showing her costume to the guard. It was a black frock with a dark green corset. The whole dress was covered in tiny golden stones and the corset was decorated with a big black bow, made of satin. A pair of black satin gloves lay on the little table next to the closet, alongside with a gold necklace that had a green stone inside.

“And your mask, my lady?” Martopher asked as he eyed the beauty in front of him. They both could not deny that their new king had taste. Sif reached on top of the closet and pulled out the mask she was supposed to wear. It was made of black velvet and was covered with tiny gold stones as well. The sides were shaped into a pair of ears, making it resemble a feline. Martopher smiled and whistled on his fingers. A servant girl walked out of Sif’s bathroom and made Sif gasp in shock.

“She….she has my hair! And body type!” The girl smiled at her.

“Yes, my lady Sif. I will be wearing your costume tonight, so you will have time to see your lover!” With a conspiratorial smile, Martopher added: “I will make sure that the king is kept busy, he will never notice that you are not really there!”

That night, Sif slipped into the torn up dress she cut open earlier that day. She took a long bath in the bathing chambers, so she would be seen by the staff. The snitching guards would let the king know that she was seen grooming herself, but the servant girl that Martopher brought to her room would be wearing her dress and mask. To top it off, Sif even gave the girl the wedding ring Loki forced her to wear. Martopher escorted the girl to the grand hall and Sif made her way to the stable, where Thor would be waiting. It stung Sif that this girl was allowed to wear all this splendour, as hard as this was to admit. Although she hated the colors of the dress, the dress itself was marvellous, as was the mask. Oh well, her visit to Thor would make everything better! The thought alone made her knees weak and made her pant a little.

As she entered the stable, an endeared smile came over her face. Thor was laying in a big pile of hay, his hands behind his head and snoring loudly. The poor thing must be dead tired. Sif hoped her plans would still work out. Naturally, she brought him a knapsack full of food, so he could still his hunger.

“Thor?” The warrior goddess called out and he broke out a wide smile as he heard the lovely sound of her voice.

“Sif! Sif, my love!” The fallen god exclaimed as he got up and hugged her dearly. “Oh, how I’ve missed you!” Sif let out as she tried to stop the tears from flowing. “However did you get away from him?” Thor asked as they sat down on the floor and Sif unpacked the food for him.

A cheeky grin appeared as she explained what she and the guard came up with. Thor listened as he devoured what Sif brought him and let out a chuckle every now and then. Suddenly Sif frowned.

“I am sorry about Hogun, Thor…I ran into him today and we had a friendly spar. Loki saw us and ordered to have him lashed. I am being lashed later this evening.” Thor’s eyes tear up and he shakes his head.

“He is so cruel! If I could take the lashing for you, I would, Sif!” He grabs her hand and his touch sends a shudder all through her body. It seems like felt it as well as he pulled the goddess close and kissed her passionately. Their tongues wrestled each other as their hands travelled the others body. Thor cupped her breast, softly kneading them, before he let them travel down and under her tore up dress. Sifs hands travelled up his arms, over his shoulders and down his back, as she scraped over his garments with her nails.

A gasp escaped her lips as Thor cupped her womanhood with his hand and started to apply pressure to her nerve spot with his thumb. Her nails caused him to go in a frenzy and he tore off his shirt and helped her out of what remained of her dress. Her undergarments were tore off by the god of thunder as well and he gently laid her down in the hay. In a swift movement, he freed his engorged member and parted Sifs legs. The goddess lay squirming and writing underneath him, needing his touch. With a smirk, he made her wait for it.

“Thor! Please! Do not taunt me like this!” Sif cried out and he entered her as softly as he could. Sif bit his shoulder hard, to stifle the cry of pleasure that she wanted to shout out loud.

The lovers both needed a second to adjust to all the new felt sensations. Sif clawed at his arms in need as Thor held her shoulders so she could not squirm away from him. Gradually he started to take on a quick pace, making them both groan in pleasure. Sif bit his neck and shoulder as she rocked her hips to match his rhythm and Thor eyed her in a lustful smile.

“Oh, you needed this as much as I did!” Sif could only nod as she bit her lip to stifle her moans. He felt that his lover came close to a release so he gripped her hips and increased his pace even more. As Sif felt herself tighten up around the god, she wrapped her legs around him and saw white bubbles of light emerge before her eyes.

“Thor!” His own release came shortly after and Sif whimpered happily as the warm feeling of him spilling inside of her overtook her. They laid there in each others arms, trying to come down from their high.

“Stay.” Thor whispered with his eyes closed. “Do not go back to him. I cannot stand the thought of you laying in his bed…the thought of him bedding you!”

With a frown, Sif nuzzled his hair and sighed.

“I know. It repulses me as well and I shall think of you every time he dares to enter me. That is my promise to you.” Thor could not help but to burst out in tears at her words and Sif held him tightly, tears streaming over her face as well.

“I love you, Thor!” She cried out as her body shuddered.

“I love you, Sif.” The fallen god retorted as he composed himself.

The warrior goddess made her way back to the castle after she and Thor said goodbye. The guests left early, she noticed, as there were no sounds coming from the grand hall. Oh well, maybe the party was dull. She had no other expectations from that anyway. As she turned the corner, to retire to the royal bedroom, her heart froze in place. There they were.

Loki, Martopher and the servant girl. The mask was in her hand and was partially torn, as if someone ripped it off while the girl was still wearing it. The poor thing was shivering and crying as the guard kept his gaze down in shame. The king glared at Sif and pointed at her with a trembling finger.

“You.” He said in a hushed tone, with flaring nostrils. “You filthy whore.” Loki quickly walked up to her and yanked her hair painfully far back.

“You will be sorry for this!” The king hissed and Sif knew he was speaking the truth.