Categories > Movies > Marvel Cinematic Universe > Trickery always comes back to its master - Chapter one: Forbidden
The healers rush to the king’s side as he bellows out demands at them all.
“Help her, you fools!What is going on? Why will you not let me use my healing powers?”
One of the healers pulls Loki to the side with a stern look on his face.
“Sire, you have to listen to me. Lady Sif was hurt by a poison that is rather aggressive. We are doing everything we can but since the blade was meant for you, we have to think of the possibility that healing magic will worsen the impact. As soon as we find out what kind of poison was used, we will know the kind of cure that is needed.” Loki steps away from the healers with a growl.
Thor rushes into the hallway and is pinned to the walls by the guards as soon as he enters.
“Loki,what is this? What is wrong with Sif?” He bellows and Loki glares at the man.
“What are you doing away from the shit of the stables? Did you throw the knife, did you?” The king grasps Thor’s throat in anger and squeezes it tight. This makes Thor struggle for breath and he frowns in confusion.
“What is it you speak of?” One of the healers steps aside to give another healer room to work and Thor sees Sif laying on the floor, covered in black veins and still unconscious. The anger and love that he feels for the woman, cause him to grow stronger than usual and he throws the guards off with a growl of frustration.
“What have you done with her?!” He bawls as he tries to make his way to Sif.
“I have done nothing to her! An assassin threw the knife and she threw herself in front of me!” Loki growls as he tries to prevent Thor to touch Sif. The son of Odin scoffs and kneels beside her, softly caressing her hair.
“You are a coward, Loki! Having a maiden catch a blade for you!” The king growls as he orders the guard to take Thor away from her. They pin him against the wall as he growls hard at them.
“You fool! How could I have seen the blade coming? She was the one who saw it, she decided to throw herself in front of it!” Loki murmurs as he paces back and forth, talking more to himself than to Thor.
“Your majesty, I think what we need is a mixture of flower-essences. What are my ladies favourite flowers? Or smells even? It appears the poison reacts to happiness, it makes it fade away!”
The trickster stood lost for words again. This plan was thought up more clever than it appeared. Had the blade hit him, none would have known what to do to cause him happiness. It would have surely meant his end. Her favourite flowers…smells? What kind of questions were this? How was he supposed to..
”Roses, plumeria, lilies and sandalwood.” Thor sums up in a defeated voice. He stopped fighting the guards and stood there, slumped against the wall as he told the healers the likings of his former lover. Loki narrowed his eyes at Thor. Oh yes, typical. Leave it to the oaf to posses such useless knowledge! Well…usually this would prove to be useless, now it proved to save a life.
“Can I help?” A voice says and the king turns around with a glare. Kristi stood there, fumbling with her hands. Her skin was light blue again, as she was appearing to them in Jotun-form.
“Who are you and why are you in my realm?” The sly one snarls as he points his spear at her, eyeing her up and down.
“Are you…Jotun?” The crowd starts to murmur even louder as it becomes known that there is a Jotun in Asgard, without the king approving it.
Kristi steps back with a saddened look.
“Yes, your majesty. I am Jotun, but I mean you or the Aesir no harm! It was my intention to travel from Midgard to Jotunheim..but I ended up in Asgard instead! The gatekeeper let me in but he could not send me to Jotunheim for some reason, he is muzzled so he could not tell me why.” Regardless of what was going on, this made Loki chuckle eerily. Yes, Heimdall was muzzled the day Loki became king. He would not allow that meddlesome blabbermouth to bore him with his tales any longer. Seeing as that was the only way to keep performing his duty, the gatekeeper agreed with pain in his heart.
“You could not cause me harm even if you wanted to, my dear. Speak up, what is your name and explain your story about Midgard. Is that where you lived?” The girl eyes him unsure but thinks it unwise to be dishonest with the god of lies.
“Eh..I grew up on Earth with my adoptive parents, but I always wanted to see Jotunheim, since my roots are there. I am a shapeshifter, see?” With those words, the girl changes into the blue wolf and back, making the king look at her with a mixture of admiration and aggravation, because this girl was roaming around his realm without his knowledge.
“How come you wish to help the lady Sif?” He asks as he crosses his arms. The girl shrugs.
“She was nice to me, she didn’t seem to think me a monster because I am Jotun.”
The words stung Loki more than he liked. A monster. How many times has he been called that? And now Sif suddenly had a heart for those who were shunned? Loki scoffed. He should let the wench perish! The king walked over to her weak body and wanted to order the healers to leave her be so she would indeed perish, but the sight of her was enough to make him change his mind.
“Help her. Please help her?” The liesmith whispers and Kristi nods.
“Right away, your majesty!” The healers tell her what is needed for the cure and Kristi turns into a wolf. Quickly she runs to the royal garden and grabs the right flowers and herbs into her maw as carefully as she could. When the healers see that she returned, they start to make a potion of the ingredients. In the mean time, Loki paces back and forth and Thor is still being held by the guards.
“Brother…please let me hold her, only for a second?” He pleads but Loki merely glances at him with a look of disinterest.
“Be quiet, before I have you lashed.” The king blankly states as his focus is on Sif the entire time. One of the healers kneels besides Sif with a vial filled with the mixture. As soon as he holds it under her nose, her eyes snap back open and the black veins turn back to normal and the wound heals itself. Loki lets out a relieved sigh as Thor starts to fight the guards with new found strength.
“Let me go, I want to hold her!” Sif looks around in confusion, not fully aware of what is going on. The king gestures at Thor.
“This man threatens to touch the queen in an improper manner, send him to the dungeons!” Guards take him away as he protests and squirms but he stands no chance.
The sight of her lover being taken away when all he wants to do is hold her, brings Sif to tears.
“Loki…please let me hold him?” The weakened goddess whispers and the king growls, pacing back and forth again.
“You wench! The king was kind enough to allow the healers to save your petty life and the first you call out for is the stable boy?!” He kneels beside her as well and grabs her up on the collar of her dress.
“Why did you do that?! Why, Sif? You almost died!” The sly one bellows at her and the flow of her tears increases.
“Stop yelling at me..” Sif lets out in a raspy voice and Loki sighs as he lets her go.
“Take the queen to our chambers to rest!” Loki orders and gestures for Kristi to come forward.
“Child, I owe you my thanks. It does not come easy, so you best be honoured. You saved the queens life by assisting my healers and I shall remember this gesture. As a token of my gratitude I shall allow you free access to my realm. If you wish to travel through the Bifrost, I shall allow that as well. I do require to learn your name.”
Kristi tilted her head at his words. If she was allowed to come and go as she pleased…she might have the chance to help Sif! The girl had been observing what was going on and was not pleased with what she saw at all. The king was cruel to his wife and kept her away from the one that really loved her. She was sure there was some good in him some time in the past, but that part seemed like it was buried under a thick layer of snow.
“My name is Kristi, your majesty.” She said as she curtsied for him. Loki appeared happily surprised at her manners and nodded.
The guests were allowed to leave after being questioned by several guards about what they saw at the time the blade was thrown but none provided useful information on catching the culprit. Loki did not move from Sif’s bedside, staring intensely at her as he sits with her. “Loki..I am fine, just get some rest!” The woman assures him but the king merely shakes his head.
“Do not tell the king what to do.” He says sternly and Sif rolls her eyes before closing them, attempting to slumber.
“Why, Sif?” Loki asks out of the blue, rubbing his temples.
“You have plenty of reasons to hate me, why?” The queen opens her eyes back with a furrowed brow.
“I already told you, I am a warrior and I live by a code. I serve the house I fight for and will not allow a coward to end the king of my house. I do not see what you find so hard to understand about that.”
But Loki did not understand this at all. How could she still see herself as a warrior after all of this? He made her a queen! It almost seemed like…she finds serving a house more important than ruling one! Never had he encountered somebody as ungrateful as this woman..nor had he encountered somebody with more honour than she. Although he would never praise her for it, of course.
“You are a queen, not a warrior and you will behave as such. No more talk of honour and fighting for that honour. Do I make myself clear?” Sif sighs and turns around to face the other way as she lets out a frustrated growl.
“Leave me be, I wish to rest.”
“Then rest you shall, you shall stay in here, in bed for as long as I say so!” The king growls back and walks out of their chambers. One of the guards that walks by is stopped by him and the king takes the spear he was carrying. Loki uses the spear to barricade the door, leaving Sif banging on it on the other side in a futile attempt to get out.
“Make sure she stays in there, the queen is grounded!” He scowls at the surprised guard. Loki hurries to his study, which is Odin’s old library, remodelled to his own liking. The mischievous one already had a spacious library but insisted that Odin’s old library would be redecorated to his saying. Pacing back and forth, Loki seems to be arguing with somebody that is not seen by the other Aesir.
“Why does she insist on being like this? I give her all of Asgard on a silver platter and still she defies me! WHY?!” A deep, raspy voice answers him in a mocking tone.
“Loki…you really expected her to fall into your arms just because you are king? Nobody loves you, boy! You best face that now, before it is too late!” A crazed expression came over Loki’s face as he muttered under his breath.
“What do you know, where were you all this time?” The voice took form and sat on Loki’s desk, eyeing him as he still paced back and forth around the room. If anyone else would have been able to see it, they would have been horrified. It was an old man, with grey skin and red eyes. Well, one red eye as the other one was covered by a black eye patch. Parts of his grey skin were torn open, leaving big gashes on his face and neck, like open wounds. The red eye was glowing with malice as it followed Loki around.
“Loki, I am the Allfather, I know all that goes on in this realm!” The being hisses and cackles evilly.
“You are not the Allfather, the Allfather is in his slumber!” Loki yells across the room but the being shakes his head and crosses his arms.
“You are wrong and you know it. You keep trying to tell me that I am not really here, but tell me boy..why are you talking to me if I am not real?” Loki grabs his head and shakes it with a frustrated groan.
“You are not my father!” He just laughs at him as he goes on with his mental torment.
“No, your father did not want you! He left you in that temple to die! I was kind enough to take you in but I always knew you would be a disappointment! I allowed you to give me that potion so I wouldn’t wake up anymore, but in my slumber you still disappoint! Still it is necessary for me to put my slumber on hold to come and tell you how horrid you are doing! Boy, Asgard is falling apart and your wife makes a mockery of your marriage!” With a high-pitched shriek, Loki threw a book at him.
“You know nothing! I will crush you!” The form started to walk over the Loki, the book going through him as if it was nothing. When he stood in front of the angered king, a low rumble was heard, coming from its throat.
“You will be crushed yourself if you do not heed my warnings! You are a pathetic king! No wonder your wife runs off to the stable boy! I hate you so much, your presence alone disgusts me!!!” Loki grabs his head as he falls to his knees and starts to whimper.
“I’m so sorry, daddy! Please don’t yell at me? I will do better, I promise!” The demon form of Odin circles him as he keeps throwing insults his way.
“Fool! You are unloved! They all ridicule and mock you! You shall have to rule with an iron fist to gain their respect! You shall start with that disobedient wench of yours!”
Sif had no idea of Loki’s encounter with this strange being, she had her mind set on escaping and escaping alone. Pounding the door hard with her fists, she screams for the guards to open the door but they pay no attention to her. The anger boils up inside of the goddess and her mouth forms a snarl as she puts all of her force into a hard push against the door with her shoulder. The spear was already weakened from the pressure of the door so the immense force that is put on it now breaks it in half and sends the doors flying open. The nearby guards jump up from where they were sitting on the floor and gets their swords out.
“Sif, you will stay in the royal chambers! Do not make us force you!” A young guards says in an unsteady voice and Sif grabs the end of his sword with a grimace on her face. “You fool! I am the queen and I shall be obeyed! Do not dare tell me what to do or where to go!” she pulls on the end of the sword, causing the man that holds the other end to stumble to the floor. With a well-placed kick in the face, Sif succeeds in breaking the fellows nose before turning the sword around, ignoring her badly cut and bleeding hand.
“I shall take my lover and leave this place, you cowards! And once I find a way to awaken the Allfather from his slumber, you will all be in a world of pain for betraying him like this!”
Before Sif can even reach a corridor, Loki is behind her. In a swift movement he disarms her and takes the sword in hand himself. The king uses the blunt end to hit the woman over the head, making her bleed from her left temple. A haze comes over her as she sees black spots appear in front of her eyes.
“Wha..I..Loki..” Sif slips out of consciousness as the darkness completely engulfs her. When she wakes up, she is in a cell in the dungeons under the castle. Thor! There he was, her love..chained in the cell right across from her.
“Thor! My darling Thor..” Sif whimper as she stumbles to the front-part of her own cell. The son of Odin looks up with an empty look, all hope seemed to have left him.
“Sif,there is no use..he will never let us be together…it is best we accept that and try to be happy elsewhere…” His words were like a sword being stabbed directly into her heart and the woman gasps of shock.
“Do not say that! I will find away! Thor…when you love each other, there is always a way!” Her words have the same effect on him as he sobs with his head kept down.
“I love you, Sif, always! I just do not know how much longer I can keep strong like this..”
Sif wants to comfort him, tell him it will all be alright, but she is lost for words. The second she wants to tell him that she loves him as well, the main door of the dungeons opens up and Loki steps inside. His posture is calm and poised, but the deranged streak is clearly visible in his eyes.
“Forging treason against Asgard, my dear? That is a crime punishable by death. Care to explain yourself?” Loki stepped in front of her cell, blocking her view to Thor with that knowing smirk plastered on his face.
All that he got from Sif was a glare. The goddess was sick and tired of his games and his puny attempts to show off his importance. Grabbing the bars of her cell, she leans forward a bit and spits in his face.
“Get away from me!” She rasped and Loki wiped his cheek with the back of his hand, keeping his composure.
“Bring them both to the throne room, I want the whole house to hear what I have in store for them.” He whispers to the guard behind him, without taking his piercing gaze of Sif. Without making it known, a million thoughts raced through Loki’s mind at that moment. Sif held so much hate for him and yet she took a blade for him without even blinking! Why? He still did not understand. How was she able to see past it all the second he was in danger? Had she left him to die, all her troubles would have been over!
The guards do as they are told and they take Sif and Thor up, loosening the chains from the wall so the prisoners are able to walk. They arrive in the throne room, where a small crowd gathered already. The staff was there, of course. The servant girls, the cooks, the rest of the guards and the warriors three with the army they lead. Loki conjures up two pillars and Sif and Thor are both being chained to one, unable to come close enough to each other to touch. With his eyes gleaming with mirth, Loki takes a seat on the throne and eyes them both.
“For the crimes you have committed against your king and the realm of Asgard, you shall be punished accordingly to the severity of what you have done.”
“We have done nothing wrong, Loki! This is madness! Give up the throne, give up this pointless dream!” Sif bellows, half in tears. His ongoing torture took its toll on her and she was very close to losing her cool completely.
“Silence wench! I give you all a woman could ever dream off and still you are disobedient and neglecting towards your husband!”
“BECAUSE SHE DOESN’T LOVE YOU!” Thor yells out loud across the throne room, the sound of his voice booming off the walls as the crowd gasps in shock.
Loki rubs his bottom lip with his finger as he first eyes Thor and then shifts his gaze back to Sif.
“I see. How foolish of me. Sif, you are no longer the queen of this realm. From now on, you are a servant and shall be treated at such. I will see to it that you will receive a proper wardrobe, fitting for a servant girl and your precious Thor…”
Sif holds her breath, wondering if this could possibly get any worse. As she eyes her world, her sun, moon and everything, the verdict is being spoken.
“shall be put to death!”
“Help her, you fools!What is going on? Why will you not let me use my healing powers?”
One of the healers pulls Loki to the side with a stern look on his face.
“Sire, you have to listen to me. Lady Sif was hurt by a poison that is rather aggressive. We are doing everything we can but since the blade was meant for you, we have to think of the possibility that healing magic will worsen the impact. As soon as we find out what kind of poison was used, we will know the kind of cure that is needed.” Loki steps away from the healers with a growl.
Thor rushes into the hallway and is pinned to the walls by the guards as soon as he enters.
“Loki,what is this? What is wrong with Sif?” He bellows and Loki glares at the man.
“What are you doing away from the shit of the stables? Did you throw the knife, did you?” The king grasps Thor’s throat in anger and squeezes it tight. This makes Thor struggle for breath and he frowns in confusion.
“What is it you speak of?” One of the healers steps aside to give another healer room to work and Thor sees Sif laying on the floor, covered in black veins and still unconscious. The anger and love that he feels for the woman, cause him to grow stronger than usual and he throws the guards off with a growl of frustration.
“What have you done with her?!” He bawls as he tries to make his way to Sif.
“I have done nothing to her! An assassin threw the knife and she threw herself in front of me!” Loki growls as he tries to prevent Thor to touch Sif. The son of Odin scoffs and kneels beside her, softly caressing her hair.
“You are a coward, Loki! Having a maiden catch a blade for you!” The king growls as he orders the guard to take Thor away from her. They pin him against the wall as he growls hard at them.
“You fool! How could I have seen the blade coming? She was the one who saw it, she decided to throw herself in front of it!” Loki murmurs as he paces back and forth, talking more to himself than to Thor.
“Your majesty, I think what we need is a mixture of flower-essences. What are my ladies favourite flowers? Or smells even? It appears the poison reacts to happiness, it makes it fade away!”
The trickster stood lost for words again. This plan was thought up more clever than it appeared. Had the blade hit him, none would have known what to do to cause him happiness. It would have surely meant his end. Her favourite flowers…smells? What kind of questions were this? How was he supposed to..
”Roses, plumeria, lilies and sandalwood.” Thor sums up in a defeated voice. He stopped fighting the guards and stood there, slumped against the wall as he told the healers the likings of his former lover. Loki narrowed his eyes at Thor. Oh yes, typical. Leave it to the oaf to posses such useless knowledge! Well…usually this would prove to be useless, now it proved to save a life.
“Can I help?” A voice says and the king turns around with a glare. Kristi stood there, fumbling with her hands. Her skin was light blue again, as she was appearing to them in Jotun-form.
“Who are you and why are you in my realm?” The sly one snarls as he points his spear at her, eyeing her up and down.
“Are you…Jotun?” The crowd starts to murmur even louder as it becomes known that there is a Jotun in Asgard, without the king approving it.
Kristi steps back with a saddened look.
“Yes, your majesty. I am Jotun, but I mean you or the Aesir no harm! It was my intention to travel from Midgard to Jotunheim..but I ended up in Asgard instead! The gatekeeper let me in but he could not send me to Jotunheim for some reason, he is muzzled so he could not tell me why.” Regardless of what was going on, this made Loki chuckle eerily. Yes, Heimdall was muzzled the day Loki became king. He would not allow that meddlesome blabbermouth to bore him with his tales any longer. Seeing as that was the only way to keep performing his duty, the gatekeeper agreed with pain in his heart.
“You could not cause me harm even if you wanted to, my dear. Speak up, what is your name and explain your story about Midgard. Is that where you lived?” The girl eyes him unsure but thinks it unwise to be dishonest with the god of lies.
“Eh..I grew up on Earth with my adoptive parents, but I always wanted to see Jotunheim, since my roots are there. I am a shapeshifter, see?” With those words, the girl changes into the blue wolf and back, making the king look at her with a mixture of admiration and aggravation, because this girl was roaming around his realm without his knowledge.
“How come you wish to help the lady Sif?” He asks as he crosses his arms. The girl shrugs.
“She was nice to me, she didn’t seem to think me a monster because I am Jotun.”
The words stung Loki more than he liked. A monster. How many times has he been called that? And now Sif suddenly had a heart for those who were shunned? Loki scoffed. He should let the wench perish! The king walked over to her weak body and wanted to order the healers to leave her be so she would indeed perish, but the sight of her was enough to make him change his mind.
“Help her. Please help her?” The liesmith whispers and Kristi nods.
“Right away, your majesty!” The healers tell her what is needed for the cure and Kristi turns into a wolf. Quickly she runs to the royal garden and grabs the right flowers and herbs into her maw as carefully as she could. When the healers see that she returned, they start to make a potion of the ingredients. In the mean time, Loki paces back and forth and Thor is still being held by the guards.
“Brother…please let me hold her, only for a second?” He pleads but Loki merely glances at him with a look of disinterest.
“Be quiet, before I have you lashed.” The king blankly states as his focus is on Sif the entire time. One of the healers kneels besides Sif with a vial filled with the mixture. As soon as he holds it under her nose, her eyes snap back open and the black veins turn back to normal and the wound heals itself. Loki lets out a relieved sigh as Thor starts to fight the guards with new found strength.
“Let me go, I want to hold her!” Sif looks around in confusion, not fully aware of what is going on. The king gestures at Thor.
“This man threatens to touch the queen in an improper manner, send him to the dungeons!” Guards take him away as he protests and squirms but he stands no chance.
The sight of her lover being taken away when all he wants to do is hold her, brings Sif to tears.
“Loki…please let me hold him?” The weakened goddess whispers and the king growls, pacing back and forth again.
“You wench! The king was kind enough to allow the healers to save your petty life and the first you call out for is the stable boy?!” He kneels beside her as well and grabs her up on the collar of her dress.
“Why did you do that?! Why, Sif? You almost died!” The sly one bellows at her and the flow of her tears increases.
“Stop yelling at me..” Sif lets out in a raspy voice and Loki sighs as he lets her go.
“Take the queen to our chambers to rest!” Loki orders and gestures for Kristi to come forward.
“Child, I owe you my thanks. It does not come easy, so you best be honoured. You saved the queens life by assisting my healers and I shall remember this gesture. As a token of my gratitude I shall allow you free access to my realm. If you wish to travel through the Bifrost, I shall allow that as well. I do require to learn your name.”
Kristi tilted her head at his words. If she was allowed to come and go as she pleased…she might have the chance to help Sif! The girl had been observing what was going on and was not pleased with what she saw at all. The king was cruel to his wife and kept her away from the one that really loved her. She was sure there was some good in him some time in the past, but that part seemed like it was buried under a thick layer of snow.
“My name is Kristi, your majesty.” She said as she curtsied for him. Loki appeared happily surprised at her manners and nodded.
The guests were allowed to leave after being questioned by several guards about what they saw at the time the blade was thrown but none provided useful information on catching the culprit. Loki did not move from Sif’s bedside, staring intensely at her as he sits with her. “Loki..I am fine, just get some rest!” The woman assures him but the king merely shakes his head.
“Do not tell the king what to do.” He says sternly and Sif rolls her eyes before closing them, attempting to slumber.
“Why, Sif?” Loki asks out of the blue, rubbing his temples.
“You have plenty of reasons to hate me, why?” The queen opens her eyes back with a furrowed brow.
“I already told you, I am a warrior and I live by a code. I serve the house I fight for and will not allow a coward to end the king of my house. I do not see what you find so hard to understand about that.”
But Loki did not understand this at all. How could she still see herself as a warrior after all of this? He made her a queen! It almost seemed like…she finds serving a house more important than ruling one! Never had he encountered somebody as ungrateful as this woman..nor had he encountered somebody with more honour than she. Although he would never praise her for it, of course.
“You are a queen, not a warrior and you will behave as such. No more talk of honour and fighting for that honour. Do I make myself clear?” Sif sighs and turns around to face the other way as she lets out a frustrated growl.
“Leave me be, I wish to rest.”
“Then rest you shall, you shall stay in here, in bed for as long as I say so!” The king growls back and walks out of their chambers. One of the guards that walks by is stopped by him and the king takes the spear he was carrying. Loki uses the spear to barricade the door, leaving Sif banging on it on the other side in a futile attempt to get out.
“Make sure she stays in there, the queen is grounded!” He scowls at the surprised guard. Loki hurries to his study, which is Odin’s old library, remodelled to his own liking. The mischievous one already had a spacious library but insisted that Odin’s old library would be redecorated to his saying. Pacing back and forth, Loki seems to be arguing with somebody that is not seen by the other Aesir.
“Why does she insist on being like this? I give her all of Asgard on a silver platter and still she defies me! WHY?!” A deep, raspy voice answers him in a mocking tone.
“Loki…you really expected her to fall into your arms just because you are king? Nobody loves you, boy! You best face that now, before it is too late!” A crazed expression came over Loki’s face as he muttered under his breath.
“What do you know, where were you all this time?” The voice took form and sat on Loki’s desk, eyeing him as he still paced back and forth around the room. If anyone else would have been able to see it, they would have been horrified. It was an old man, with grey skin and red eyes. Well, one red eye as the other one was covered by a black eye patch. Parts of his grey skin were torn open, leaving big gashes on his face and neck, like open wounds. The red eye was glowing with malice as it followed Loki around.
“Loki, I am the Allfather, I know all that goes on in this realm!” The being hisses and cackles evilly.
“You are not the Allfather, the Allfather is in his slumber!” Loki yells across the room but the being shakes his head and crosses his arms.
“You are wrong and you know it. You keep trying to tell me that I am not really here, but tell me boy..why are you talking to me if I am not real?” Loki grabs his head and shakes it with a frustrated groan.
“You are not my father!” He just laughs at him as he goes on with his mental torment.
“No, your father did not want you! He left you in that temple to die! I was kind enough to take you in but I always knew you would be a disappointment! I allowed you to give me that potion so I wouldn’t wake up anymore, but in my slumber you still disappoint! Still it is necessary for me to put my slumber on hold to come and tell you how horrid you are doing! Boy, Asgard is falling apart and your wife makes a mockery of your marriage!” With a high-pitched shriek, Loki threw a book at him.
“You know nothing! I will crush you!” The form started to walk over the Loki, the book going through him as if it was nothing. When he stood in front of the angered king, a low rumble was heard, coming from its throat.
“You will be crushed yourself if you do not heed my warnings! You are a pathetic king! No wonder your wife runs off to the stable boy! I hate you so much, your presence alone disgusts me!!!” Loki grabs his head as he falls to his knees and starts to whimper.
“I’m so sorry, daddy! Please don’t yell at me? I will do better, I promise!” The demon form of Odin circles him as he keeps throwing insults his way.
“Fool! You are unloved! They all ridicule and mock you! You shall have to rule with an iron fist to gain their respect! You shall start with that disobedient wench of yours!”
Sif had no idea of Loki’s encounter with this strange being, she had her mind set on escaping and escaping alone. Pounding the door hard with her fists, she screams for the guards to open the door but they pay no attention to her. The anger boils up inside of the goddess and her mouth forms a snarl as she puts all of her force into a hard push against the door with her shoulder. The spear was already weakened from the pressure of the door so the immense force that is put on it now breaks it in half and sends the doors flying open. The nearby guards jump up from where they were sitting on the floor and gets their swords out.
“Sif, you will stay in the royal chambers! Do not make us force you!” A young guards says in an unsteady voice and Sif grabs the end of his sword with a grimace on her face. “You fool! I am the queen and I shall be obeyed! Do not dare tell me what to do or where to go!” she pulls on the end of the sword, causing the man that holds the other end to stumble to the floor. With a well-placed kick in the face, Sif succeeds in breaking the fellows nose before turning the sword around, ignoring her badly cut and bleeding hand.
“I shall take my lover and leave this place, you cowards! And once I find a way to awaken the Allfather from his slumber, you will all be in a world of pain for betraying him like this!”
Before Sif can even reach a corridor, Loki is behind her. In a swift movement he disarms her and takes the sword in hand himself. The king uses the blunt end to hit the woman over the head, making her bleed from her left temple. A haze comes over her as she sees black spots appear in front of her eyes.
“Wha..I..Loki..” Sif slips out of consciousness as the darkness completely engulfs her. When she wakes up, she is in a cell in the dungeons under the castle. Thor! There he was, her love..chained in the cell right across from her.
“Thor! My darling Thor..” Sif whimper as she stumbles to the front-part of her own cell. The son of Odin looks up with an empty look, all hope seemed to have left him.
“Sif,there is no use..he will never let us be together…it is best we accept that and try to be happy elsewhere…” His words were like a sword being stabbed directly into her heart and the woman gasps of shock.
“Do not say that! I will find away! Thor…when you love each other, there is always a way!” Her words have the same effect on him as he sobs with his head kept down.
“I love you, Sif, always! I just do not know how much longer I can keep strong like this..”
Sif wants to comfort him, tell him it will all be alright, but she is lost for words. The second she wants to tell him that she loves him as well, the main door of the dungeons opens up and Loki steps inside. His posture is calm and poised, but the deranged streak is clearly visible in his eyes.
“Forging treason against Asgard, my dear? That is a crime punishable by death. Care to explain yourself?” Loki stepped in front of her cell, blocking her view to Thor with that knowing smirk plastered on his face.
All that he got from Sif was a glare. The goddess was sick and tired of his games and his puny attempts to show off his importance. Grabbing the bars of her cell, she leans forward a bit and spits in his face.
“Get away from me!” She rasped and Loki wiped his cheek with the back of his hand, keeping his composure.
“Bring them both to the throne room, I want the whole house to hear what I have in store for them.” He whispers to the guard behind him, without taking his piercing gaze of Sif. Without making it known, a million thoughts raced through Loki’s mind at that moment. Sif held so much hate for him and yet she took a blade for him without even blinking! Why? He still did not understand. How was she able to see past it all the second he was in danger? Had she left him to die, all her troubles would have been over!
The guards do as they are told and they take Sif and Thor up, loosening the chains from the wall so the prisoners are able to walk. They arrive in the throne room, where a small crowd gathered already. The staff was there, of course. The servant girls, the cooks, the rest of the guards and the warriors three with the army they lead. Loki conjures up two pillars and Sif and Thor are both being chained to one, unable to come close enough to each other to touch. With his eyes gleaming with mirth, Loki takes a seat on the throne and eyes them both.
“For the crimes you have committed against your king and the realm of Asgard, you shall be punished accordingly to the severity of what you have done.”
“We have done nothing wrong, Loki! This is madness! Give up the throne, give up this pointless dream!” Sif bellows, half in tears. His ongoing torture took its toll on her and she was very close to losing her cool completely.
“Silence wench! I give you all a woman could ever dream off and still you are disobedient and neglecting towards your husband!”
“BECAUSE SHE DOESN’T LOVE YOU!” Thor yells out loud across the throne room, the sound of his voice booming off the walls as the crowd gasps in shock.
Loki rubs his bottom lip with his finger as he first eyes Thor and then shifts his gaze back to Sif.
“I see. How foolish of me. Sif, you are no longer the queen of this realm. From now on, you are a servant and shall be treated at such. I will see to it that you will receive a proper wardrobe, fitting for a servant girl and your precious Thor…”
Sif holds her breath, wondering if this could possibly get any worse. As she eyes her world, her sun, moon and everything, the verdict is being spoken.
“shall be put to death!”
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