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“He cares little for you, does he not? Leaving you all by your lonesome in here?” Hel cackled and stroked Sif’s cheek with the poisoned blade. As soon as the blade would pierce her skin, her soul would be released to the river of the dead. Despite the fact that Sif came here for that very reason, fear crept up on her and made her blood run cold.

“None care for me, that is why I came here.” She replied in an even voice.

“Oh, how deliciously dramatic!” The other exclaimed and stroked her other cheek with the knife.

“I think I am going to keep you around for a while, I never get the chance to torture the living…”

“Under…under attack..” The king replied in a whisper of shock as his eyes trailed off, staring into the distance. Martopher growled and grabbed his shoulders, shaking him violently.

“Wake up, man! We are under attack! This is no time for deep thoughts, this calls for action!”

At any other day, the guard would hang from his feet in the dungeons within mere seconds, but not today. The king was lost at what to do and as he stared into the guard’s eyes, the man could have sworn it was that little boy looking back at him, that he had cared for all those years ago. As Loki started to come back to reality, his gaze turned stern.

“What is attacking us and what have you done so far?” Martopher guided the king to the throne room as they spoke.

“The dwarves are attacking! They came from Nidavellir to claim back Mjölnir and Güngnir!” The king stopped in his tracks and his head jerked to the side to stare at the guard once again.

“Dwarves? You are making a fuss about dwarves?” Martopher looked at him in disbelief. Did the king truly not see how serious this was?

“Sire..they have captured some of your subjects and plan to kill their child if they are not allowed an audience with you!” The guard said in a desperate tone but Loki turned around with a growl.

“What do I care, I will kill the child myself if I feel like it!” This was the last drop for the guard. He threw his spear on the ground with great force and started to shout.

“I have had enough! You spoiled, pathetic child! It is my family that they are holding hostage and you will do your best to save them! I have always served your house and now you will serve mine!” Loki’s eyes shot daggers at him and he stepped closer with a snarl around his mouth.

“If I save your family, you will come up with a way to get my wife back. Should you fail, I will finish your family off in front of you!” With a scoff, the guard picked his spear back up and pointed in the direction of the way to his home.

“This way.” He grunted and started to walk in the direction he just pointed in.

The king followed, very displeased. His thoughts were with Sif. What would Hel be doing to her now? Would she make her suffer? And why did he even care? Sentiment…even without being here, this woman made him weak. Those dark, piercing eyes had a gaze that was sown in his mind…her raven-locks, that he yearned to smell..her melodic voice that he could only enjoy when it cried out in pain…Her pain was a balm to his own wounds, inflicted by years of ridicule and self loathing. And he wanted to take it out on the person that he thought the weakest of them all. Loki had mistaken her gender with weakness and was only now finding out how wrong that trail of thought was. Sif had proven to be one of the strongest residents of all the realm. Anybody else would have submitted to his whims by now, after all that punishment. But not her. Never her.

The dwarves stood outside Martopher’s house, waiting for him and the king. One of them held a crooked sword and from the house came sounds of pain and protest.

“Loki!” The one with the sword bellowed and pointed the weapon at him when he was in sight.

“Do not address me so informally, dwarf! I am king of this realm and you will show me the proper respect!” The king stood tall, Güngnir in hand but the dwarf spat on the ground, in front of his feet. As the trickster wanted to protest this rude gesture, the dwarf held up his hand.

“Not a peep out of you, Loki. You have tricked us before and we have paid you back. Now we are here again to settle the matters.” The dwarf was referring to when Loki cut Sif’s hair. He was forced to ask the dwarves for new hair, but because he did not pay them, they made Sif’s hair black instead of the usual gold. Thor found her even more beautiful with black hair, so neither him or Sif were bothered, but Loki knew they would come up with something more crafty this time.

“What matters do you have to settle with me? I have done your kind no wrong.” Loki asked while cocking his head. The king truly had no idea on why they were here.

As Martopher wanted to enter his house, to see if his wife and kids were alright, a couple of dwarves held him back.

“Guard! Step down!” The king growled at him and the dwarves laughed softly.

“You have done your realm wrong, king!” The head-dwarf said in an amused manner. “And we are here to take back the items we crafted for you. We want the hammer…and the spear.”

Güngnir was mentioned and Loki gripped the handle tighter with a snarl.

“What in the nine realms makes you think you can re-claim these things? They are mine!”

Now it was the dwarves’s turn to glare.

“You are a selfish, foolish king! We have watched your realm…you make a mockery of ruling! The hammer belongs to the thunder and Güngnir belongs to Odin! And the lady with the raven hair…is lost.” Mentioning Sif was enough for the king to get lost in his own thoughts once again.

“Sif..” He mumbled and shook his head, trying to come back to reality.

“If you threaten to harm an innocent family then you are no better than him!” Martopher yelled and the dwarf looked at him disturbed.

“Tis not our purpose to seek justice, tis merely our purpose to seek the right use for our gifts.” Loki sighed and rubbed his temples.

“Odin is in the Odinsleep and shan’t wake up anytime soon. I have won the throne fair and square, so I am the rightful ruler of Asgard.” The head-dwarf tilted his head at the explanation and looked at the guard. The guard could only send a small nod his way, as far as he knew this was the truth.

“But that does not justify the absence of the lady with the raven-locks! Nor does it justify the hammer not being used!” The king bowed his head as his brain worked overtime.

“Dwarves…please leave this family to their peace. You will stay as guests in my palace until the lady Sif returns from her endeavor. Once she is back, we will all speak of the faith of Asgard together, civilized. I beg you, do not harm these people. Do you have any children?”

The dwarf shook his head.

“Nay, but I will accept your request. I can see in your heart that you worry for her faith, she with the raven hair.” Relieved as he was, the king was not happy that the dwarf was able to see inside of him like that.

“Call back your men.” He merely stated and with a snap of his fingers, the dwarves from inside the house came out, releasing Martopher’s family members.

The guard ran in and held them all tight as he tried to comfort him. Loki followed him in and tears welled up in his eyes as he saw how he was greeted by his wife and their children. Sif would never greet him like this and to even think of having an heir would be madness. Or would it? The thought slipped his mind as he saw a familiar face in the room.

“You….the thief!” He hissed and pointed the spear at small Fern. Martopher stepped in front of him protectively.

“My lord, leave him be. I have always served the house of Odin but I consider this boy as my own and will do anything to protect his life.” Adopted…this boy..was adopted…The king could not punish any of them, he felt for the young man now.

“Guard, you owe me even more now. First I save your family and then I grant you your act of treason. For this, you will have to come up with a solid plan to get your queen back. Furthermore, you will inform me on all her actions without telling her of this agreement.”

The guard had agreed with a heavy heart, but agreed nonetheless so Loki was in a good mood when he returned to the palace, dwarves right behind him. A couple of servants rushed close after being bellowed at.

“These dwarves are now my guests and they shall be provided with suitable chambers and sustenance!” He barked the command at them and they, of course, obeyed right away.

“This way, my lord.” One of the girls murmured and the head-dwarf was surprised at being treated with such kindness and respect. Good, Loki thought. This would surely soften him up. And when Sif was back, she would soften them up even more with her pathetic sentiment. She was good at that. The woman even made his knees weak at times. The king was lost at how she could make him long for her and long for her pain at the same time.

Time passed and Martopher returned to the castle, to help the king plan Sif’s return. The man came to him with a ton of bricks on his shoulders, as he had no idea on what to tell the king. What could be said to the ruler of the dead to give up a living soul? Loki sat in his throne and stared at the guard with the broken look in his eyes.

“Yes? How will we get her back?” He asked in an annoyed tone, as the guard did not speak up right away.

“Sire, forgive me but I do not know of a way. Hel is your daughter, you know what she wants and needs better than I do.” The king rose from his seat and narrowed his eyes at Martopher.

“So..I need to take your family away before you take your king seriously?” He asked, even more annoyed than before.

“No! Please let them live, I will go with you to the realm of the dead to get my lady back, but please do not take away my family?” His tone was desperate and full of pain, which made Loki feel more empathy than he liked.

“All of this sentiment…it is infuriating!” He growled and paced back and forth after walking down the golden steps in front of the throne.

“If it is truly sentiment that bothers you so much, sire,” Martopher started, “then explain to me why we are going after lady Sif again?”

Loki had not been able to answer the guard’s question so he had just sent him a glare before commanding him to accompany him to the realm of the dead. Knowing he had already overstepped his boundaries, Martopher agreed and followed him to the Bifrost. Heimdall transported them to Nilfheim and the guard shuddered at the horrible display he saw before him. The river of the dead contained the tortured souls of those that had died an dishonourable death in one of the realms and all of them were howling for relief of their pain. Deformed hands clawed out of the water, their faces contorted in agony.

“Do not mind them, we are here for her.” Loki mumbled as he looked around sternly. A shriek of pain caught his attention and he yanked the guard with him as they ran over the narrow rocky paths. Loki and Martopher ran into the main cave of the realm and saw Sif hang from chains, snakes snapping at her feet as Hel stood watching, just a few feet away.

“Let me go!” Sif cried out and yanked on her bindings but Hel just stared at her with a smirk.

“You will suffer first!” She said in an amused manner and Sif sobbed of frustration.

“Let me die, you monster! You are just like your father!” Loki just walked in as these words were yelled and he glared at the woman that spoke them.

“Vile whore! Still your tongue! What has my daughter done to deserve this insolence?”

Hel raised a brow at her father.

“Oh, so now suddenly you care? She refuses to work for me! I told her to greet the dead that were arriving in this realm and she simply will not obey!” She said with a huff and Loki snarled.

“Obeying is not really her strongest point!” Martopher sighed deeply, this was not going as they planned.

“My lady Hel, if you permit me to speak..it seems..lady Sif would not really suit your realm all too well. We will be glad to take her off your hands.” The king looked at him in an approving manner, impressed by how he handled his stubborn daughter.

“No, you may not. She wants rest and she will get it. You are not treating her well, father.” The girl said amused and crossed her arms. It baffled the guard how much father and daughter resembled each other. In appearance and stubbornness.

“Oh really? You call this rest? You have her tied up and tortured by snakes!” Loki said in an angered tone, pointing at the shield maiden. Sif was now looking from one to the other as a tear ran down her cheek.

“I bet it’s still better than the state she is in back at Asgard!” Hel sneered and Sif sobbed softly.

“Please..please..no more..let me..pass..please…” She whimpered and Loki stared at her intently.

“You must be truly desperate..to have ended up here to escape my bed.” He mused and clasped his hands behind his back.

“Sire, I do not think this is the right way to..” The guard started but Loki held up his hand, a gesture to indicate he should stop speaking.

“Loki please..” Sif sobbed and her cheeks were flustered with shame.

“I love it when you beg..” He whispers and grins at her.

“Hel, I think it will be good for her to stay. You may do as you please with her and you have my blessing to keep up the torture as long as she refuses to do as you say.” Hel started to pout a bit. It really took the fun out of if he gave her his blessing to do as she pleased with Sif. The warrior goddess panicked a bit.

“No..Loki..please, let me return? I just want..some peace and quiet..no..no more hitting..no more hurting..” The king tilted his head at her pleas.

“The mighty lady Sif..finally begging me. I never thought I’d see the day. My dear, do you promise to be a good wife from now on? To behave and to obey?” The words stirred her anger more than anything. With a glare, she looked up at him and before Martopher could even warn her to contain herself, the words slipped out.

“I will be as good as a wife as Frigga was for Odin.” Hel let out a little giggle as Loki stood there as if he got slapped.

“Hel, release her. She is mine and I will take her with me.” He said in a stern manner as he kept glaring at Sif.

“She is not yours, she is in my realm and..” But Loki interrupted her.

“Stop it! I am your father and you will do as I say! I will kill one of my guards when I get back to Asgard, to give you a new plaything!” The stern words did not impress Hel at all.

“No! I want an equal soul! Amora. Give me Amora!” Again the king let out a frustrated growl and paced back and forth.

“You know she will escape from here, how can I…” He began, but stopped and sighed. “Fine, I will get you Amora!”

As the ruler of the realm of the dead was promised this magical soul, she smirked and waved at Sif. An invisible force was now throwing her on the ground, in front of Loki and Martopher.

“Get up.” Loki hissed at her and she obeyed with a glare in her eyes. Loki’s arm shot forward and gripped her throat, squeezing it tight.

“Do you wish to repeat what you said?” Sif eyed him with a pained look in her eyes and was only able to whimper, his hand tightening around her throat not allowing words to come out of her mouth.

“Sire, let’s take her home, shall we? This must have been hard on both of you.” The guard said in a hushed tone and Loki’s eyes snapped towards him, growling at what he said. Not impressed, the man raised his brow at him.

“Sire? Let’s go home.” He said in a fatherly tone, that made Loki let go of Sif as he stared at him wide-eyed. Odin never used that tone with him. That old fool always sounded angered or annoyed. The king frowned as his eyes started to glisten with tears and Sif crawled up, her eyes shifting between the two men in front of her.

“Come on, Loki, why don’t we get you into a nice hot bath at home, hm?” The woman asked, not able to keep her female heart from speaking up and for the trickster, it was as if Frigga herself had spoken to him. The king, once fierce and tall, bowed his head and stared at the ground like a small boy that had his candy taken away from him.

Sif called out to Heimdall and they were teleported back to Asgard. Both the queen and the guard held Loki as they led him towards the palace. After placing him onto the bed, Sif drew him a bath and helped him undress. Suddenly, his hand shot forward and grabbed her wrist. “Please..take a bath with me?” The tone was so sincere and the look in his eyes was so haunting, that Sif could not possibly say no to him. The fear of rejection, as it had always been there, pierced her heart and made it bleed.

“Of course.” With a blush, she wanted to turn away from him to undress but he would not let go of her wrist.

“I want to see.” His tone got more demanding but his eyes pleaded her not to say no. With a small nod, the woman agreed and he let her wrist go, giving her the freedom to undo herself of her garments. Her hands trembled as she disrobed and the god of lies, who she began to hate with fiery passion, eyed her in awe of her beauty. It had been a long time since Sif felt desired and was confused by the flood of emotions that overtook her. They stepped into the water and Loki pulled her close, a finger tracing her jawline, neck, collarbone, breast, nipple and stomach, before reaching the bundle of nerves between her legs.

“Loki…I…” Sif started, wanting to object but his look mad her grow silent. Again the wide-eyed boy came back and was staring at her in fear of rejection.

“Make love to me?” He asked her and his voice was shaky.

“Yes, Loki.” She answered and straddled his member with a loud sigh.

“Sif, you feel so good around me..” Loki moaned as she started to ride him, holding his shoulders for balance. The woman never realized his cruel play until it was too late.

Once Thor rushed into the bathing chambers with a look of sorrow, screaming out for her, Sif suddenly came to understand he had been under Amora’s spell all along. Ordered so by Loki. The thunderer saw her on top of his sworn enemy and howled in pain at the sight. And as Sif started to cry, Loki kept thrusting in and out, cackling cruelly.