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Loki stood there staring at Sif’s outburst for a couple of seconds to allow her words to sink in. The king felt conflicted like never before. He already felt guilty over lashing her earlier, but now she did indeed protect the realm and its residents and all he could come up with, was more punishment. Loki was under the impression that Sif no longer cared for the well-being of Asgard since he became king, but she could have let that troll destroy the castle, risking him to get killed. The woman had every reason to, he had wronged her so over the past period. And yet she insisted on saving them, saving him. If he looked deep inside of himself, the sly one had no other choice but to admit that they did good work today. But his anger, that was always stirring right under the surface, would not let any kindness come out.

“You shall keep your foul mouth shut and respect the king!” Loki bellowed and gestured at the guards. “Fine, rot away in the dungeons with your pathetic little friends, I hope you all die!”

The four of the glared at him as they were taken away by the guards. The king told his guests to go home and ordered a new rule. The king would dine on his own from now on, away from the crowd. He felt isolated, frustrated and weak, but he could no longer allow his guests to witness the circus that kept ensuing during dinner. They must all ridicule him by now, he thought with a bitter grimace on his face. As he always had been ridiculed. The god of mischief heard his wife curse the guards and screaming for them to let her go. He snarled. Was Sif ever going to do as she was told? Or would she deny him forever as well? Like all the others?

Sif and the warriors three were brought to a small cell and were chained to the walls. None of them dared to look at the other, as they all felt an equal amount of shame and rage at what had happened.

“I serve my realm and this is what I get? He’d better be feeding us!” Volstagg bellowed as the guards turned to leave. Fandral scoffed at him.

“Really, old man? We might be sentenced to death and still all you care about is food?” Sif and Hogun rolled their eyes at each other. Here we go.

“Do not judge me, I am looking out for your welfare as well, Fandral! Or would you rather be fed a fair maiden instead of dinner?” Volstagg sneered in return.

“Stop it! The both of you! We could be in real danger here and you two insist on acting like infants!” Sif grumbles and Hogun lets out a grunt of approval at her words. The bickering warriors look down in shame again and they all shake their heads.

“What will become of Asgard…when the king does not see potential threats? The troll could have been send by a realm seeking war! He does not see he can be harmed.” Hogun quietly states as he struggles with his own emotions. Sif knew Hogun was right. The goddess was worried about the troll as well. Sif and the warriors were able to take the troll out rather fast, but it had to be explored why it had come so close to the castle. The warriors sighed at Loki’s stubbornness and had no other choice but to wait.

After five days of waiting,, they were but only half alive. Their lips were cracked from the lack of fluids and their voiced were hoarse from yelling for mercy. Volstaggs stomach was growling violently and it only made the rest more hungry.

Loki was listening to it all, without a doubt, enjoying every second of their suffering.

Sif’s eyes grew weary and black spots appeared in her sight. She felt herself slipping away into darkness. The other warriors tried to keep her awake, but they were far too weak to even talk at normal volume, let alone bellow that she had to stay with them. All of a sudden, they hear a commotion outside the cell and Thor’s voice resonates through the dungeon.

“I care little for the kings orders, those are my friends and I shall rescue them!” Thor bellows as he knocks out guard after guard. Sif feels a pleasurable sting of victory as she hears her lovers voice echo through the room.

It’s the last thing she hears before the darkness completely envelopes her. She sees that she is being swept up by a strong monster that flies off with her, into a thick cloud of pain. There is a sting in her head and the monster lays her down. His skin is dark with purple scales and his green eyes pierce into hers.

“Drink!” He commands her and tries to get her to drink from a goblet. The beast frightens her to the core and she whimpers, trying to turn her head away from the cup. A claw grabs her head to keep it still and he forces the fluid into her mouth. Sif notices that it’s water and eagerly drinks it down.

“Sif, you have to wake up!” The monster growls at her and again she whimpers. The sting in her head hurts too much to think straight. The monster keeps urging her to wake up, friends gathering around him. There is a green monster, with red scales, a big red monster with orange scales and a blue monster, with white scales. “Go away!” She screams and hides her face behind her hands. Now the monster takes a hold of her shoulders and shakes her.

“Wake up, Sif! Now!” With a loud gasp, Sif returns to reality. The faces of the monsters fade away and are replaced by the faces of her friends. The warriors three all have a goblet of water in their hands and look slightly better than before. Thor is the one that is holding her by her neck and there is a goblet on the table next to him. Sif sees that she is in the healing room.

“Sif, are you alright? You fainted…I thought you were…” Thor gets tears of remorse in his eyes.

“I shall fight him! I am sorry I have let you all down! I will not allow him to..” His sentence is cut off by the doors of the healing room slamming open. A couple of guards rush in and they spike Thor’s anger greatly. The son of Odin grabs a nearby mace and swings it at one of them, knocking him out instantly. The warriors three, despite their condition, seem motivated as well as they get their weapons out and fight Loki’s allies.

“If we can make it out of here, we will go to the Bifrost! We are getting out of here!” Thor bellows at Sif and the woman jumps out of her bed, grabbing her sword along the way and swinging it dangerously close to a guards throat.

“We are indeed!” She growls and fights alongside of her friends. Sadly, they are still weak and Thor is not the same without his hammer. It doesn’t take the guards long to overpower them and bring them all to the throne room.

Loki awaits them with a dark look on his pale face. When they are thrown on the floor in front of him, the king rubs his bottom lip with his finger as he locks gazes with Sif.

“So…you enjoy watching your stable boy suffer?” Before she is able to say anything, Loki points Gungnir at Thor and the man claws at the floor as an immense pain overtakes him. Every muscle, every inch of his body convulses in agony and tears and Sif runs up to the throne and kneels in front of Loki.

“Your majesty, I beg you, please do not harm him! Please stop, he was merely worried for us all!” Loki maintains his dark look and keeps pointing his royal spear at Thor. When he ignores Sif and makes Thor cry out even more, the woman grows desperate and tries to pull the spear away. Loki growls at her and pushes her back. She lets out a yelp of pain as she lands on her hip in an awkward angle and the warriors three draw their blades.

Within seconds, they are surrounded by guard and the men meekly put their weapons back in place, keeping their gaze down in shame. Thor pants heavily as the pain is slowly starting to drive him over the edge of insanity. Loki laughs and walks over to him. While giving Thor a hard slap in his face, Loki smirks at the man.

“Well, you seem as unyielding as you did when you were all sent to the dungeons, perhaps you weren’t there long enough!” Loki taunts as he eyes them all in feigned worry.

“We were not being fed, Loki!” Volstagg bawls and the king scoffs at him.

“It doesn’t seem that it did you any harm, oh chubby one!” Sif groans and tries to sit up.

“Stop it, stop it now. I will take the blame for all but let them go. Stop hurting Thor and take it out on me!”

The trickster glares at her but has an amused look on his face at the same time. With a wave of his hand, Thor’s torture is over and he gestures for a guard to come close.

“In addition of his tasks, our golden child shall clean out the latrines of the house from now on as well. He seems rather bored with his current tasks, seeing as how he thinks he can freely run around in my dungeons.” Sif looks away and sighs in frustration. Thor protests heavily but is taken away by the guards, back to the stable.

“And as for you…” The king says in a threatening tone as he circles the warriors three. “You three are no longer welcome at my table. For the time being, I am dining alone, with the exception of this evening, when we shall welcome the emissaries from Vanaheim with a royal dinner. This evening, you shall be put on a different table, to display the shame you have brought upon this realm.” This may seem like a light punishment, but for these men there was no bigger form of embarrassment. Ever since they served the house of Odin, had they dined at the king’s table. They looked utterly defeated at Loki’s decision.

“In addition to that, you shall now join the staff and scrub the grand hall from top to bottom. And you…” The king growls lowly at Sif. “Come with me, wench. It is time to perform your duties as a wife.”

Loki grabs her by her arm and drags Sif across the hallway to their chambers. The woman whimpers softly as the bruise on her hip is throbbing with pain now. Loki throws her to the floor again as soon as he closes their chamber-door behind him and again she wails in pain.

“Oh come now, does that really deserve such a reaction?” He asks in a hushed tone as he unbuckles his pants and shakes off his tunic. “Sit up and put that vile mouth to good use!” Sif glares up at him but does as he tells her to. She frees his hardened member from his undergarments and takes it into her mouth. The king hisses through his teeth as his length makes contact with her warm mouth and he bucks his hips, forcing himself in even deeper. The action causes the woman to gag, but it doesn’t stop him. Fisting his hand through her raven-locks, the liesmith makes sure that Sif is not able to pull back from his grasp.

After a few minutes of merciless thrusting, the god releases himself into her mouth with a long sigh. He keeps a firm grip on her hair so she is forced to drink down his release. Loki lets go of her hair and smirks down at her.

“You did a mediocre job at pleasing your husband.” Sif has to resist the urge to throw up as she gasps for air and bares her teeth at him.

“Well, I’ve had bigger swords to swallow in my life!” The trickster growls and backhands the woman.

“Out of my sight, you pathetic whore! Before I make you beg to spare your stable boy again!” Sif sighs and gets up, holding her painful cheek.

“And you will attend dinner in time this evening, do not dare embarrass me, for I shall have your stable boy’s head!”

Making sure not to roll her eyes until she is out of his sight, Sif makes her way to the palace gardens. The sight that she finds there, troubles her greatly. Her dear friend Martopher the guard has his spear pointed at Kristi, who is in Jotun form.

“Martopher, what do you think you are doing?” Sif exclaims as she runs up to them. The girl looks frightened and tries to find a way out. The guard looks confused at the woman.

“My lady, this is a Jotun! They are evil and must not enter our realm!” Sif glares at him and yanks the spear out of his hands, snapping it in half using her knee.

“My lady!” The man gasps and doesn’t know what to do or say.

“Now you listen and you listen good!” Sif says as she points a finger at him. “Your king himself is a Jotun and you are able to show him respect. No matter how good we are acquainted, I am still your queen and you shall hear me out. Never, and I repeat, never judge somebody on his or her origin again. I have been foolish enough to do so in the past and it has brought me and others nothing but pain. Do you quite understand?” Her inquiry brought tears to the man’s eyes and he looked at the young Jotun with a look of shame.

“My dear girl, lady Sif is wise indeed. I serve a Jotun king, how can I be so shortsighted to think that all of them will attack at the sight of an Asgardian. Can you ever forgive me?” He gets on one knee and holds out his hand to the girl.

Kristi takes it reluctantly and he plants a soft kiss on it, making her giggle.

“Sure, my name is Kristi!” Martopher smiles at him.

“My lady Kristi, I am Martopher. Do call upon me when you need anything and make sure the king does not see you snooping around here!” The eyes of the girl grow sad.

“He’s so mean to all of you..I wish there was something I could do…” Sif steps closer and strokes over Kristi’s hair.

“I know, my friend, we will be free one day, I can feel it.”

Later that day, Sif is getting ready for dinner with their guests from Vanaheim. The woman sighs. She was not in the mood for this at all, the thought of food made her sick to her stomach. Not only did she have a bitter taste in her mouth, but his harsh words still echoed through her mind as well. Whore, harlot, stupid wench. It became almost a daily ritual for him to use as many insults as possible to demean her. The goddess decided to dress according to her mood, so she chose a black dress, with some green bows to go in her hair. Her skin seemed even paler wearing a dark color like this and the result downright depressed her. A guard knocked on her door.

“My lady, the king wishes your presence immediately!” Sif opens the door and sneers at the man standing there.

“He usually does, doesn’t he?” Just to irk both Loki and the guard, Sif takes extra long in fixing her hair before she finally walks with the guard. The man grew more nervous with each step and Sif could not help but to be amused. They were all on their toes as the king announced not to have dinner in front of his guests anymore. When the gods from Vanaheim asked to visit, he could however not refuse and they were all frightened that another scene would be caused by her.

As soon as Sif set foot in the grand hall, Loki locked gazes with her and glared. Well, that is a good start. Walking over to him with her head held high, she raises a brow at him. The guests were already seated so it would be impossible for him to punish her during dinner.

“You are late!” Loki growls softly as soon as Sif seats herself next to him. Her eyes fill with disgust and hate.

“I am here, am I not? Is it so hard for you to say: Sif, nice to see you, you look well this evening!” The king eyes her up and down and scoffs.

“You look mediocre as always!” With a loud thud, Sif puts her goblet of wine down with force.

“I’ve had enough! I am going to retreat myself for the evening until you are ready to apologize!” Sif hissed at him before quickly leaving the table. The sly one growls at her and stands up, making the guests from Vanaheim look up in shock.

“I must apologize for my wife’s rudeness, it seems a big evening like this is too confusing for her pretty little head.” The guests chuckle as Loki walks up to Sif with a smirk. The goddess had frozen in place and looked back at him with a glare that was never seen before.

“You vile, wretched being.” She said in a hushed tone, but still loud enough for the ones around her to her. The festive chatter and laughter was gradually silenced as they all turned to look at her.

“Dare not speak to your husband this way, wench! You have embarrassed me enough!” The king spat at her as softly as he could but Sif cared not if there were people from another realm around to hear them.

“I shall speak to you however I like! You are a vain and foolish king and our guests will not be fooled by a lavish table! They see how poorly we are doing, how the residents of the realm suffer and perish!” Sif retorted with her hands balled up in fists. She spoke truth, no matter how much Loki hated to hear it.

The realm was not in a good state at all and the secret of this evening was that Loki was being forced to call in the help of the gods of Vanaheim, he was hopeless for a solution. He could not explain why it happened, but the residents seemed less motivated to perform well on their duties since he had become king. Bakers sold bread that was less good, crops were not being taken care of as before and the overall wealth of the kingdom had decreased rapidly. It even caused residents to steal from each other, or worse, fight each other to the death in the streets for a scrap of food. Seeing as how cruel the king ruled, it would be strange to punish the people for acts he performed on a daily bases, mostly against his own wife.

“You miserable whore!” Loki growled and grabbed her locks, pulling her hair back. “I will have no more of your insolence, it is bad enough you continue to rebel against me in front of all of Asgard but now you dare do it in front of..” Before Loki was able to finish his sentence, Sif pushed him out of the way, causing him to let go of her hair and fall to the floor.

“Watch out!” The goddess yells.

“By the gods, woman! Is there no end to your need of pain?” Loki snarls as he gets up but the angry look fades from his face as he sees the queen laying on the ground. A blade sticks out of her shoulder, clearly dripping with venom. Blood drips from the wound and the small veins that were once light-blue are now turning black as her whole body spasms heavily.

“SIF! SIF! GUUAAARDS!!!” Loki bellows as his eyes fill with worry and anger. The guards rush closer and the guests whisper in shock.

“There has been an attempt to murder the king! Close every door and search every room, the culprit shall not go unpunished! The queen is harmed, I shall have their heads!” The god yells as he takes a hold of Sif’s hands. Her eyes search his and her forehead is soaked with sweat.

“You stupid wench! Why?! Why did you do that?” He utters as he eyes her confused.

“You have every reason to hate me, to see me dead and yet..you throw yourself in front of me to catch a blade that is thrown!”

The guards do their best to seal the grounds, but they could not spot the one who had thrown the knife. There was no way the wrongdoer could be pointed out, none saw what happened until it was too late. Sif’s dark eyes were filled with tears as she struggled to stay awake.

“The act was cowardice..” She answers Loki in a raspy voice. “I will not…. allow a coward…to end the king… of the house I serve. I…am Sif..and I am…. a warrior!” She pants before losing consciousness.