Categories > Movies > Marvel Cinematic Universe > Trickery always comes back to its master - Chapter one: Forbidden
“Oh, I do so hate to see you in irons..” Loki mocks as Sif walks in the room with the firewood, her hands and feet shackled so it was not possible for her to run. Sif was now a servant and Martopher held her under his wing. One of her tasks was keeping the firewood filled in the many rooms of the castle, including the library.Loki gazes at her with eyes gleaming of mirth, thinking of new ways to humiliate her even further.
“I am sure you do.” Sif retorted, keeping her head down and her tone low. If only they would not have found the dagger hidden underneath her corset…the dagger with the small engraved hammer on it, that Thor gave her the day before that awful wedding…she would slit him from navel to nose by now…
”My dear, you are priceless…all the women in this kingdom would kill to be where you stand and yet you turn away from me as if I was a Midgardian plague.” The king no longer sounded angry or frustrated, there was nothing but amusement in his voice. Soon Thor would bleed and it would cause her so much pain, he relished the thought of it. Why didn’t he think of this before? With that oaf out of the way, she would have no choice but to obey to his every whim, Sif would have nothing left to fight for.
“I would welcome any Midgardian plague if it would release me from your presence.” The woman quietly stated, but hard enough for Loki to hear. He growls and yanks on her chains, pulling her close. The king grabs her chin and glares down at her.
“You vile whore..” He whispers. “Pathetic wench! Do you not see you are reduced to nothing? Your stable boy’s blood will run through the streets of Asgard and when you scream for him, I’ll split his skull!”
In a quick glance, Sif saw the swords on the nearby table, and grabbed one. She swiped it across Loki’s face, leaving a shallow cut along his cheek. It made him stumble back in anger and surprise, grabbing the bleeding cheek with a trembling hand. Sif held to sword out in front of her, glaring at him with a determined look in her eyes. “That was the last time you’ve put me down. I have had enough. I am taking Thor and leaving Asgard and you are going to let us.” The sly one healed his wounded face and hissed at her.
“You dare commit treason against Asgard…it’s ignominious!” But Sif just smirked.
“I am sure it is. But that’s the way it shall be. Now…give me my freedom.” With a snap of his fingers, the warrior goddess is surrounded by his clones that step forward and take the sword from her.
“Let me go!” Sif shrieks, but it’s too late. One of them takes her in a chokehold as the others make sure she has no escape. The king watched the scene unfold with a blank stare and steps forward as soon as she is secured.
“Look at you…” Loki says with a smirk appearing on his face. “Nowhere to run..nobody to save…all alone…” In a swift movement he grabs her chin and leans in, making her widen her eyes in fear and flinching.
“Seems like the big bad wolf has caught up with you, little girl..” The sly one whispers and licks over her lips. “And he is hungry for you..” Sif tries to struggle loose, but the clones hold her firmly in place.
“Get away from me!” She yells at him but all he does is laugh eerily.
“When the life leaves the eyes of your stable boy..then you will be broken and you will be mine to rule.”
Sif gets a new fire in her eyes and growls like a wounded animal before elbowing the clone behind her in his stomach. It makes him wail in pain and release the choke-hold he had on her neck. Being able to move more, the woman is able to free herself from the others as well and before the king realizes it, she lunges her fist at him. None should make the mistake of thinking that Sif is ‘but a woman’, for the punches she throws are of equal strength of the men of the army. Loki growls and grabs his face, Sif can seethe blood seeping through his fingers. Good, she broke his nose. Serves him right. Now she had to make a run for it, she at least had to try.
With all that was going on, she forgot she was wearing the shackles. It took her three steps to trip over them and fall to the floor. Her knees and elbows bleeding from the fall, she tried to crawl her way over to the door. But it was too late. Loki was next to her within seconds and pinned her to the floor with his boot. He lowered his hands, showing his bloodied up face and balled them into fists.
“You will suffer for this.” Sif growled of pain as he pushed her closer to the floor. “Everything with you is suffering!” The woman bellowed and Loki’s angered look evaporated.
“I gave you the throne..I made you queen..nothing makes you happy..” He whispers, more to himself than to her.
“Thor made me happy!” Sif cries out and the king grimaces.
“Well, he will die!” And with those words, he leaves the room without giving her another glance.
“She is impossible! I give her all the riches of the kingdom and still she acts like..like…a child!” The king mutters as he growls to himself. He does not even notice the guards sending him strange looks. Had their king finally lost his mind? Not that it would surprise them, they just wanted to be sure before acting rash.
Demon-Odin appeared next to Loki, but as always the king was the only one who could see him.
“You really think you can win her sympathy by finishing off her lover?” Odin hisses at him and Loki gets a worried look over him.
“What do you mean, I thought you wanted this?” The apparition scoffs at his words.
“I told you to take charge! To at least try to come close to the illusion of strength you are passing off to everyone here!”
This made the king look away in pain, hidden behind anger. They arrived at his chambers and Loki held the door open for him before entering himself.
“If you kill him off, you will have no more leverage over her, she will have no more reason left to obey you. You have to keep him alive but make her lose interest, you pathetic fool!”
The pain on Loki’s face increased and he walked straight to the small table with the wine on it. He poured himself a glass and downed it quickly before refilling it immediately.
“And how do I do that? She thinks the world of that oaf! Look at all the riches she can have but all her mind is filled with is his flesh on hers!” Odin chuckles a bit.
“Yes,she does not exactly yield easily, does she? Always the stubborn one. But..what if…” The demon walks to Loki’s bookcase and points at one of his books.
“Open this one up, I think it has the spells you need.”
Martopher rushed to the library, looking for Sif. This was serious, she had to know right away! He walked in and saw the woman, crying on the floor. This made him doubt if he should address her. The guard never saw anyone this broken before. Still sniffling, Sif stood up and frowned ashamed as she saw the trustworthy guard staring at her.
“Lady Sif, are you alright?” He asked as he handed her a handkerchief. The goddess took it, but had a bitter look.
“I am not much of a lady anymore, am I?” Her words made the guard sigh and avert his eyes.
“You will always be a lady to me, I look down to no one.” With slight shame, Sif took the handkerchief from him, betting her eyes with it.
“I know you do not look down at others, forgive my foul tongue and bitter tone. I cannot bear the thought that he will end my darling..I just cannot.”
Martopher frowns and doubts if he should say what he came to see her for. He decided Sif needed to know the truth.
“My lady…the king…I saw him talking to himself.” She tilted her head and gave him a questioning look.
“So? Do we not all do that sometimes? And who else would he talk to, everybody is afraid to go near him.” The guard shook his head.
“He was talking as if someone else was there, but there wasn’t.” This information made Sif frown. He never was the sane one but this was a new level of craziness that he reached.
“On top of that, he seems to have forgotten there is somebody out there that has it out for him.” The man added with a serious face. Yes, Sif almost forgot that as well. The one that threw the poisoned knife…they still didn’t know the assassins identity.
“Well, I hope they succeed soon!” Sif growled as she walked over to the window. Her eyes found the empty stables as she shook her head. Martopher wanted to tell her it was not right to talk that way, but he couldn’t. Not after all the king had put her through.
Kristi carefully walks into the library.
“Sif…are they really going to put Thor to death?” She asks sadly.
“Yes.” Is all the woman could let out before sinking to her knees in tears.
Martopher knelt down next to her and held her tight.
“It will be okay, we will find a way.” He says softly as he rocks her back and forth.
Kristi cannot bear seeing her friend like this and storms out of the room. With a indomitable stare in her eyes, she knocks on the kings door. Odin disappeared with a growl and the king glared at the door.
“What is it?! I am in the middle of something!” Kristi throws the door open and walks in with her hands on her hips. “You got big problems coming if you dare to kill Thor!” She practically yells across the room, leaving the king bewildered for a couple of seconds.
“I will personally see to it that the frost giants come here to eat you alive! They won’t think twice, they still have a bone to pick with you!”
Odin appeared again, behind Kristi. Loki eyed him and her both. Worried and confused.
“She is right, Loki. They will listen to her, she is the lost daughter. And they do still hold a grudge. Let Thor go and do as I told you. But make sure they think you hold all the cards.”
The Jotun girl saw that the king was looking at something behind her, as if he was listening intently. It scared her, he really did seem crazy now.
“Perhaps I have been too….merciful in my punishment…” He says when he finally looks back at her, with a smirk. Kristi opens her mouth to protest but he brings his finger to his mouth. The gesture is so rude, so uncouth, that the girl forgets to speak.
“There will be no talking back to your king. Yes, merciful. If I put Thor to death, he will no longer suffer. Sif would suffer beyond belief, but I rather would find a way to see them both in pain. Now begone, before I have you thrown off the bifrost!”He growls and turns his back to her, staring into the fire. Odin laughs approvingly, but the girl is deaf to the sound.
“I wished you perished by that knife!” She yells at him and runs out. Loki frowned as he heard it. Why would she bring that event up? A thought rose to the surface but was lost before it could reach him.
“Now…as for the next part of our plan…summon her.” Odin commanded him and he nodded. If only she would cooperate…otherwise all might be lost.
Kristi ran to Sif, who was still lost in her own grief.
“Sif! Sif! He is going to let Thor go!” The Jotun girl says relieved as soon as she lays eyes on the queen. Both Sif and Martopher look up in disbelief.
“He what?” The guard asks with suspicion in his voice.
“Yes, well…he said he would rather keep Thor alive so he could make him suffer more.” She answered as she lowered her head. Kristi was happy that Thor would live but also concerned. Maybe the king would think of something much worse than death and then where would they be?
But Sif didn’t think about all that, she was overcome with joy.
“He will let Thor go? Oh, perhaps there is some sympathy left in him after all!” She exclaims and Martopher smiles.
“My dear ladies, I believe this calls for a celebration. May I invite you both to my residence nearby? We shall feast there on food and wine and when Thor will be released, perhaps you can go and see him, Sif! If the king allows him freedom, I think he will grant you that as well.” Sif nodded and followed him to his home, as did Kristi.
But her conversation with the king kept eating away at her. He acted so strangely…and she did not believe for one second that it was an act of sympathy, he was planning something. Fern, the little boy that was living with Martophers family now, greeted them at the door and smiled wide.
“Daddy brought two pretty ladies for lunch, mama!” They all laughed and the guards wife served them a wonderful meal. Sif did not eat like that in a long time, despite the lush meals of the palace. There was freshly baked bread, geese-eggs, honey and goat milk.
Martopher informed his wife of the latest developments and she shared Kristi’s opinion in the whole thing.
“Just keep on your toes, he might be up to something more evil than this!” Sif nodded her head, she knew the woman was right, but she did not want to burst the bubble that she created in her head, her and Thor together again.
It wasn’t until she felt the womans hand on her own, that she came back to reality.
“My dear, I do not know how you keep up with it, you are truly the strongest woman Asgard has ever seen.” Tears sprang to Sifs eyes and she thanked the woman over and over for her kindness and hospitality.
“If there ever comes a day that Thor takes the throne again, I will inform him of your kindness and you all will be rewarded for what you’ve done for me.”
Fern and his new sister looked at each other. The boy had told her all about what happened to him at the palace and she was angry at Loki for treating her family like this. The long days Martopher was forced to make, caused her to not spend time with her father at all.
“When I see him, I will kick him in the shins for you, Sif!” The girl said with a serious look and Sif smiled endeared at her.
“Thank you, little one, that means a lot to me.” Martopher stands up with a saddened look.
“Alas, family, I must leave to go back to my duties again, I hope to see you all at dinner tonight. But as always..do not count on me.” They all hugged him tight before he left with Sif and Kristi and again Sif realized what pain Loki’s cruel reign caused across the realm.
When they arrived back at the royal gardens, Sif addressed one of the other guards to ask if Thor was yet to be released.
“I am not allowed to say, my lady.” Was all she got before the man hurried away. She sighed. How much longer was this going to take?
“Trickster…you have missed me, haven’t you?” The woman said with a smirk and Loki narrowed his eyes.
“Do not flatter yourself, wench, I merely need to make use of your services. I am your king and so you shall do as you are ordered. If you do not, I shall send you to Midgard for eternity, do I make myself quite clear?” As he speaks, he raises a brow and the woman sees how serious he is.
“Yes, my king, what is it you need from me?” Instead of answering, Loki threw his head back and cackled loud.
After a long hour, Kristi came to see Sif in the palace kitchen. She was helping the staff baking bread for that nights dinner.
“Sif! Thor is back at the stable, I saw him walk over there!” Sif thanked her dear friend and hasted to the stables.
“Thor! I am so happy you are free!” The goddess cried out as soon as she laid eyes on him. He turned around and shot her a charming smile. For somebody that was just in the dungeons for a while, he looked surprisingly well.
“How happy would that be, Sif?” The god of thunder asked her with a cheeky glint in his eyes as he lets his eyes travel over her body. Sif blushed and disrobed quickly, the need for him increasing with each passing second. She laid down in the hay and looked up at him.
“My true king..please..please let me show you how overjoyed I am?” Thor threw his head back and laughed.
“Oh Sif, I know no other woman who is bare quicker than you.” After that he started to take his own garments off but Sif sat up at his words.
“What..why…why would you say such a thing to me?” She asks with pain in her voice.
“Because it is true.” Thor simply states as he crawls over her and thrusts himself deep into her womanhood without a warning. Sif cries out in pleasure-pain and wraps her legs around his waist, not even fully caring about what he said anymore.
“See?” He says amused as he starts to thrust in and out roughly.
“Eager to please, always.” Sif wanted to object to his boorish behaviour but his pace had the orgasm building already.
“Gods, I am so close, please keep taking me!” The woman pants and as she reaches her peak, something changes in Thor’s appearance. His blue eyes turn green and his golden locks turn black.
Within seconds, her dear Thor turned into the king and he smirked evilly at her as he kept taking her, clearly enjoying that it was him that brought her to this peak.
“How do you enjoy the new trick I picked up, my dear?” He growls as he takes her even more roughly, wanting to release himself. Sif tries to object, but her body released so much energy, that she lay limp in his arms.
Loki would surely put her to death for this, she was convinced by it. It did not take the king long to grab her hips and release himself inside of her with a loud growl. His thrusts faltered and he pulled outwith a content smirk.
“That was lovely my dear, despite the fact that your lust was awakened by that oaf. I believe you are in trouble, seeing as how you were more than willing to whore yourself around to the stable boy again.” Sif did not answer him, but dressed herself in her tarnished garments as fast as she could. Loki held out his hand to her with a charming smile.
“Come, my dear. There is something you need to see.”
Being convinced that he will show her how he is planning to end her life, Sif takes his hand and his armour appears on his as they walk out of the stable. Along the way, he picks some strands of hay out of her hair.
“Tsk, tsk, look at you, all dirty.” He says in a teasing manner and Sif feels less and less comfortable with him. The sight outside the stable, however, was more horrifying than she could have ever dreamed of. She expected Loki to be cruel, to be harsh…but this crushed her heart into a thousand pieces.
“Thor..I..what?” The warrior goddess found the love of her life in the arms of a blonde woman. Amora, the enchantress. Their tongues were twirled together in a passionate kiss and as he addressed Sif, he did not even take her eyes off the woman in front of him.
“Get lost, Sif, can you not see that I am busy?” Amora laughs and pulls him back into the kiss.
Loki’s mouth finds her ear and his lips brush it gently before speaking.
“Look at what he has done to you…that oaf, that swine..how could he? Sif, this is something I would never do. Claim loyalty to me…and I will give you what you need, always.”
It was too much. All of the tortures she endured, all of the humiliation, the punishments and the forced intimacy. It had always been worth the pain because of Thor and he just gave up on her for this blonde strumpet.
“I am yours.” Sif whispered to Loki and he bit down on her neck before growling in her ear again.
“You are mine!!”
“I am sure you do.” Sif retorted, keeping her head down and her tone low. If only they would not have found the dagger hidden underneath her corset…the dagger with the small engraved hammer on it, that Thor gave her the day before that awful wedding…she would slit him from navel to nose by now…
”My dear, you are priceless…all the women in this kingdom would kill to be where you stand and yet you turn away from me as if I was a Midgardian plague.” The king no longer sounded angry or frustrated, there was nothing but amusement in his voice. Soon Thor would bleed and it would cause her so much pain, he relished the thought of it. Why didn’t he think of this before? With that oaf out of the way, she would have no choice but to obey to his every whim, Sif would have nothing left to fight for.
“I would welcome any Midgardian plague if it would release me from your presence.” The woman quietly stated, but hard enough for Loki to hear. He growls and yanks on her chains, pulling her close. The king grabs her chin and glares down at her.
“You vile whore..” He whispers. “Pathetic wench! Do you not see you are reduced to nothing? Your stable boy’s blood will run through the streets of Asgard and when you scream for him, I’ll split his skull!”
In a quick glance, Sif saw the swords on the nearby table, and grabbed one. She swiped it across Loki’s face, leaving a shallow cut along his cheek. It made him stumble back in anger and surprise, grabbing the bleeding cheek with a trembling hand. Sif held to sword out in front of her, glaring at him with a determined look in her eyes. “That was the last time you’ve put me down. I have had enough. I am taking Thor and leaving Asgard and you are going to let us.” The sly one healed his wounded face and hissed at her.
“You dare commit treason against Asgard…it’s ignominious!” But Sif just smirked.
“I am sure it is. But that’s the way it shall be. Now…give me my freedom.” With a snap of his fingers, the warrior goddess is surrounded by his clones that step forward and take the sword from her.
“Let me go!” Sif shrieks, but it’s too late. One of them takes her in a chokehold as the others make sure she has no escape. The king watched the scene unfold with a blank stare and steps forward as soon as she is secured.
“Look at you…” Loki says with a smirk appearing on his face. “Nowhere to run..nobody to save…all alone…” In a swift movement he grabs her chin and leans in, making her widen her eyes in fear and flinching.
“Seems like the big bad wolf has caught up with you, little girl..” The sly one whispers and licks over her lips. “And he is hungry for you..” Sif tries to struggle loose, but the clones hold her firmly in place.
“Get away from me!” She yells at him but all he does is laugh eerily.
“When the life leaves the eyes of your stable boy..then you will be broken and you will be mine to rule.”
Sif gets a new fire in her eyes and growls like a wounded animal before elbowing the clone behind her in his stomach. It makes him wail in pain and release the choke-hold he had on her neck. Being able to move more, the woman is able to free herself from the others as well and before the king realizes it, she lunges her fist at him. None should make the mistake of thinking that Sif is ‘but a woman’, for the punches she throws are of equal strength of the men of the army. Loki growls and grabs his face, Sif can seethe blood seeping through his fingers. Good, she broke his nose. Serves him right. Now she had to make a run for it, she at least had to try.
With all that was going on, she forgot she was wearing the shackles. It took her three steps to trip over them and fall to the floor. Her knees and elbows bleeding from the fall, she tried to crawl her way over to the door. But it was too late. Loki was next to her within seconds and pinned her to the floor with his boot. He lowered his hands, showing his bloodied up face and balled them into fists.
“You will suffer for this.” Sif growled of pain as he pushed her closer to the floor. “Everything with you is suffering!” The woman bellowed and Loki’s angered look evaporated.
“I gave you the throne..I made you queen..nothing makes you happy..” He whispers, more to himself than to her.
“Thor made me happy!” Sif cries out and the king grimaces.
“Well, he will die!” And with those words, he leaves the room without giving her another glance.
“She is impossible! I give her all the riches of the kingdom and still she acts like..like…a child!” The king mutters as he growls to himself. He does not even notice the guards sending him strange looks. Had their king finally lost his mind? Not that it would surprise them, they just wanted to be sure before acting rash.
Demon-Odin appeared next to Loki, but as always the king was the only one who could see him.
“You really think you can win her sympathy by finishing off her lover?” Odin hisses at him and Loki gets a worried look over him.
“What do you mean, I thought you wanted this?” The apparition scoffs at his words.
“I told you to take charge! To at least try to come close to the illusion of strength you are passing off to everyone here!”
This made the king look away in pain, hidden behind anger. They arrived at his chambers and Loki held the door open for him before entering himself.
“If you kill him off, you will have no more leverage over her, she will have no more reason left to obey you. You have to keep him alive but make her lose interest, you pathetic fool!”
The pain on Loki’s face increased and he walked straight to the small table with the wine on it. He poured himself a glass and downed it quickly before refilling it immediately.
“And how do I do that? She thinks the world of that oaf! Look at all the riches she can have but all her mind is filled with is his flesh on hers!” Odin chuckles a bit.
“Yes,she does not exactly yield easily, does she? Always the stubborn one. But..what if…” The demon walks to Loki’s bookcase and points at one of his books.
“Open this one up, I think it has the spells you need.”
Martopher rushed to the library, looking for Sif. This was serious, she had to know right away! He walked in and saw the woman, crying on the floor. This made him doubt if he should address her. The guard never saw anyone this broken before. Still sniffling, Sif stood up and frowned ashamed as she saw the trustworthy guard staring at her.
“Lady Sif, are you alright?” He asked as he handed her a handkerchief. The goddess took it, but had a bitter look.
“I am not much of a lady anymore, am I?” Her words made the guard sigh and avert his eyes.
“You will always be a lady to me, I look down to no one.” With slight shame, Sif took the handkerchief from him, betting her eyes with it.
“I know you do not look down at others, forgive my foul tongue and bitter tone. I cannot bear the thought that he will end my darling..I just cannot.”
Martopher frowns and doubts if he should say what he came to see her for. He decided Sif needed to know the truth.
“My lady…the king…I saw him talking to himself.” She tilted her head and gave him a questioning look.
“So? Do we not all do that sometimes? And who else would he talk to, everybody is afraid to go near him.” The guard shook his head.
“He was talking as if someone else was there, but there wasn’t.” This information made Sif frown. He never was the sane one but this was a new level of craziness that he reached.
“On top of that, he seems to have forgotten there is somebody out there that has it out for him.” The man added with a serious face. Yes, Sif almost forgot that as well. The one that threw the poisoned knife…they still didn’t know the assassins identity.
“Well, I hope they succeed soon!” Sif growled as she walked over to the window. Her eyes found the empty stables as she shook her head. Martopher wanted to tell her it was not right to talk that way, but he couldn’t. Not after all the king had put her through.
Kristi carefully walks into the library.
“Sif…are they really going to put Thor to death?” She asks sadly.
“Yes.” Is all the woman could let out before sinking to her knees in tears.
Martopher knelt down next to her and held her tight.
“It will be okay, we will find a way.” He says softly as he rocks her back and forth.
Kristi cannot bear seeing her friend like this and storms out of the room. With a indomitable stare in her eyes, she knocks on the kings door. Odin disappeared with a growl and the king glared at the door.
“What is it?! I am in the middle of something!” Kristi throws the door open and walks in with her hands on her hips. “You got big problems coming if you dare to kill Thor!” She practically yells across the room, leaving the king bewildered for a couple of seconds.
“I will personally see to it that the frost giants come here to eat you alive! They won’t think twice, they still have a bone to pick with you!”
Odin appeared again, behind Kristi. Loki eyed him and her both. Worried and confused.
“She is right, Loki. They will listen to her, she is the lost daughter. And they do still hold a grudge. Let Thor go and do as I told you. But make sure they think you hold all the cards.”
The Jotun girl saw that the king was looking at something behind her, as if he was listening intently. It scared her, he really did seem crazy now.
“Perhaps I have been too….merciful in my punishment…” He says when he finally looks back at her, with a smirk. Kristi opens her mouth to protest but he brings his finger to his mouth. The gesture is so rude, so uncouth, that the girl forgets to speak.
“There will be no talking back to your king. Yes, merciful. If I put Thor to death, he will no longer suffer. Sif would suffer beyond belief, but I rather would find a way to see them both in pain. Now begone, before I have you thrown off the bifrost!”He growls and turns his back to her, staring into the fire. Odin laughs approvingly, but the girl is deaf to the sound.
“I wished you perished by that knife!” She yells at him and runs out. Loki frowned as he heard it. Why would she bring that event up? A thought rose to the surface but was lost before it could reach him.
“Now…as for the next part of our plan…summon her.” Odin commanded him and he nodded. If only she would cooperate…otherwise all might be lost.
Kristi ran to Sif, who was still lost in her own grief.
“Sif! Sif! He is going to let Thor go!” The Jotun girl says relieved as soon as she lays eyes on the queen. Both Sif and Martopher look up in disbelief.
“He what?” The guard asks with suspicion in his voice.
“Yes, well…he said he would rather keep Thor alive so he could make him suffer more.” She answered as she lowered her head. Kristi was happy that Thor would live but also concerned. Maybe the king would think of something much worse than death and then where would they be?
But Sif didn’t think about all that, she was overcome with joy.
“He will let Thor go? Oh, perhaps there is some sympathy left in him after all!” She exclaims and Martopher smiles.
“My dear ladies, I believe this calls for a celebration. May I invite you both to my residence nearby? We shall feast there on food and wine and when Thor will be released, perhaps you can go and see him, Sif! If the king allows him freedom, I think he will grant you that as well.” Sif nodded and followed him to his home, as did Kristi.
But her conversation with the king kept eating away at her. He acted so strangely…and she did not believe for one second that it was an act of sympathy, he was planning something. Fern, the little boy that was living with Martophers family now, greeted them at the door and smiled wide.
“Daddy brought two pretty ladies for lunch, mama!” They all laughed and the guards wife served them a wonderful meal. Sif did not eat like that in a long time, despite the lush meals of the palace. There was freshly baked bread, geese-eggs, honey and goat milk.
Martopher informed his wife of the latest developments and she shared Kristi’s opinion in the whole thing.
“Just keep on your toes, he might be up to something more evil than this!” Sif nodded her head, she knew the woman was right, but she did not want to burst the bubble that she created in her head, her and Thor together again.
It wasn’t until she felt the womans hand on her own, that she came back to reality.
“My dear, I do not know how you keep up with it, you are truly the strongest woman Asgard has ever seen.” Tears sprang to Sifs eyes and she thanked the woman over and over for her kindness and hospitality.
“If there ever comes a day that Thor takes the throne again, I will inform him of your kindness and you all will be rewarded for what you’ve done for me.”
Fern and his new sister looked at each other. The boy had told her all about what happened to him at the palace and she was angry at Loki for treating her family like this. The long days Martopher was forced to make, caused her to not spend time with her father at all.
“When I see him, I will kick him in the shins for you, Sif!” The girl said with a serious look and Sif smiled endeared at her.
“Thank you, little one, that means a lot to me.” Martopher stands up with a saddened look.
“Alas, family, I must leave to go back to my duties again, I hope to see you all at dinner tonight. But as always..do not count on me.” They all hugged him tight before he left with Sif and Kristi and again Sif realized what pain Loki’s cruel reign caused across the realm.
When they arrived back at the royal gardens, Sif addressed one of the other guards to ask if Thor was yet to be released.
“I am not allowed to say, my lady.” Was all she got before the man hurried away. She sighed. How much longer was this going to take?
“Trickster…you have missed me, haven’t you?” The woman said with a smirk and Loki narrowed his eyes.
“Do not flatter yourself, wench, I merely need to make use of your services. I am your king and so you shall do as you are ordered. If you do not, I shall send you to Midgard for eternity, do I make myself quite clear?” As he speaks, he raises a brow and the woman sees how serious he is.
“Yes, my king, what is it you need from me?” Instead of answering, Loki threw his head back and cackled loud.
After a long hour, Kristi came to see Sif in the palace kitchen. She was helping the staff baking bread for that nights dinner.
“Sif! Thor is back at the stable, I saw him walk over there!” Sif thanked her dear friend and hasted to the stables.
“Thor! I am so happy you are free!” The goddess cried out as soon as she laid eyes on him. He turned around and shot her a charming smile. For somebody that was just in the dungeons for a while, he looked surprisingly well.
“How happy would that be, Sif?” The god of thunder asked her with a cheeky glint in his eyes as he lets his eyes travel over her body. Sif blushed and disrobed quickly, the need for him increasing with each passing second. She laid down in the hay and looked up at him.
“My true king..please..please let me show you how overjoyed I am?” Thor threw his head back and laughed.
“Oh Sif, I know no other woman who is bare quicker than you.” After that he started to take his own garments off but Sif sat up at his words.
“What..why…why would you say such a thing to me?” She asks with pain in her voice.
“Because it is true.” Thor simply states as he crawls over her and thrusts himself deep into her womanhood without a warning. Sif cries out in pleasure-pain and wraps her legs around his waist, not even fully caring about what he said anymore.
“See?” He says amused as he starts to thrust in and out roughly.
“Eager to please, always.” Sif wanted to object to his boorish behaviour but his pace had the orgasm building already.
“Gods, I am so close, please keep taking me!” The woman pants and as she reaches her peak, something changes in Thor’s appearance. His blue eyes turn green and his golden locks turn black.
Within seconds, her dear Thor turned into the king and he smirked evilly at her as he kept taking her, clearly enjoying that it was him that brought her to this peak.
“How do you enjoy the new trick I picked up, my dear?” He growls as he takes her even more roughly, wanting to release himself. Sif tries to object, but her body released so much energy, that she lay limp in his arms.
Loki would surely put her to death for this, she was convinced by it. It did not take the king long to grab her hips and release himself inside of her with a loud growl. His thrusts faltered and he pulled outwith a content smirk.
“That was lovely my dear, despite the fact that your lust was awakened by that oaf. I believe you are in trouble, seeing as how you were more than willing to whore yourself around to the stable boy again.” Sif did not answer him, but dressed herself in her tarnished garments as fast as she could. Loki held out his hand to her with a charming smile.
“Come, my dear. There is something you need to see.”
Being convinced that he will show her how he is planning to end her life, Sif takes his hand and his armour appears on his as they walk out of the stable. Along the way, he picks some strands of hay out of her hair.
“Tsk, tsk, look at you, all dirty.” He says in a teasing manner and Sif feels less and less comfortable with him. The sight outside the stable, however, was more horrifying than she could have ever dreamed of. She expected Loki to be cruel, to be harsh…but this crushed her heart into a thousand pieces.
“Thor..I..what?” The warrior goddess found the love of her life in the arms of a blonde woman. Amora, the enchantress. Their tongues were twirled together in a passionate kiss and as he addressed Sif, he did not even take her eyes off the woman in front of him.
“Get lost, Sif, can you not see that I am busy?” Amora laughs and pulls him back into the kiss.
Loki’s mouth finds her ear and his lips brush it gently before speaking.
“Look at what he has done to you…that oaf, that swine..how could he? Sif, this is something I would never do. Claim loyalty to me…and I will give you what you need, always.”
It was too much. All of the tortures she endured, all of the humiliation, the punishments and the forced intimacy. It had always been worth the pain because of Thor and he just gave up on her for this blonde strumpet.
“I am yours.” Sif whispered to Loki and he bit down on her neck before growling in her ear again.
“You are mine!!”
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