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Kristi stomped over to her own cave in anger, muttering and grumbling under her breath.

“That stupid Loki! Tricking Thor like that! It was not fair, if he treated Sif right, she wouldn’t have to run off to Thor!”

But then the idea that she got earlier popped back into her head again and she smiled.

“Yes, that will help! I am going to put a stop to this, once and for all!” The girl decided and went on her way to make the arrangements. Kristi snuck into the castle and saw that the proper preparations were made before she sought out the servant girl that threw herself at Loki. It wasn’t hard to locate her, she was the topic of discussion for most of the staff. When Kristi noticed the girl washing sheets, she walked over and tapped her on her shoulder.

The black-haired girl gasped and turned around, her eyes widening in shock when she saw that someone needed her for something. Ever since the incident with the king happened, she had been scared to death that someone would come to end her life. The king sure was cruel enough to send someone after her. On top of that, she had been expected lady Sif to come to her for an explanation, but the lady did not show. It only added to her illusion that Loki would be better off with her as a wife, instead of Sif. She would have pulled the woman’s hair out if things were the other way around, this just showed that Sif could not care less about her husband.

“Don’t be scared, I’m here to help you.” Kristi assured her with a kind smile, doing her best to keep a straight face.

“Can we talk in private?” She then asked and the girl with the raven locks reluctantly agreed.

“Over here, in the linnen closet.” She rasped and pulled Kristi with her to the small space. After closing the door behind them, Kristi tilted her head.

“You want the king, don’t you? To be your husband, instead of Sif’s?” The question caused the girl to frown with a suspicious look in her eyes.

“Don’t worry, I want you two together.” Kristi simply explained with a shrug.

“If Loki falls in love with you, then Sif will be free and then she can be with Thor, you see?”

At hearing this, the girl instantly relaxed and grinned with a smug look.

“That’s right, so how do we get that stupid king to realize Sif is not his soulmate?” It took every bit of Kristi’s strength not to roll her eyes at that statement, but instead she just kept smiling and gave the girl a red flask.

It was made of glass and looked very elegant, since it was decorated with small engravings.

“Here, you can put a few drops of this in the king’s food later today. It’s a love potion and he will fall in love with the first woman he sees. You have to make sure that you are the one that brings him his dinner, understood?” Eagerly, the girl took the bottle from Kristi and nodded absent-mindedly.

“Yes, yes, wonderful! How can I ever repay you?” But the blue girl shook her head.

“I don’t need anything, all I want is for Sif and Thor to be happy. I would like your name, though.” Again the girl frowned in confusion, no one ever asked her name inside of these walls.

“My name is Angrboda.”

After giving Angrboda the last instructions, Kristi went on her way to find the king. At first she felt slightly guilty for doing what she planned to do, but after their conversation, all that guilt was taken away. The love she felt for Loki might be real, Kristi could not judge that, but the way she tried to gain it was not her taste at all.

The door of Loki’s study was open and the Jotun-girl could hear him and Sif argue. Oh no, this was not a good start. Kristi opened the door and laid eyes on the unhappy couple.

“You vile woman, you and him brought this on yourself, how dare you blame this on me!” Loki yelled, the anger clearly visible in his eyes.

“Just stop this already! I will never be yours, let me and Thor go!” Sif yelled back and the both of them looked in Kristi’s direction when they heard the door creak.

“I-I am sorry, but I have news that the king needs to know right this instant.” The girl muttered and the king nodded.

“Say what is on your mind, child. Sif, leave us be.” With a frustrated growl, Sif walked out of his office. But before she could reach the door, Kristi had slipped a note in her pocket.

Once they were alone, Kristi closed the door and sat across from the king with a serious face.

“Your majesty, there is foul play going on in this castle and seeing as how you have been so kind to me, I feel that it’s my duty to inform you about it, before it is too late.”

Loki stared at Kristi when she was done speaking and was not sure what to say at first. This was the first time since he became king that anybody warned him for betrayal up front. And the first time that there were plans to betray him that he did not know of.

“I see. And what exactly is going on, child?” He asked as he did his best to remain poised and calm, but his insides were stirring with anger and confusion.

“That servant girl, Angrboda? She has a love potion and plans to put some of it in your dinner tonight, so make sure you will fall in love with her. I cannot allow her to do this, Sif is queen and should remain queen.” Kristi explained and Loki raised a brow.

“But would that not mean that Sif would be free? Free to be with the oaf? I know of your friendship.”

The Jotun girl contemplated these words but then turned her attention back to the conversation.

“Sif is my friend but you are my king and you are the one that I should be loyal to.” She then said and Loki grinned at her.

“I am pleased to hear this and I promise you that this will not be forgotten. If you ever need a favour, then you may come to me. I shall do my best to grant it.”

Kristi smiled a bit and then excused herself. Loki paced around in his office once he was alone again.

“Such insolence! Trying to break up the marriage of the king and queen! Treason against Asgard, that is what it is!” He growled and then thought of a way to get his hands on this love potion. After all, it would solve all of his problems. But at the same time, he had to protect Kristi, this woman Angrboda, could not know that Kristi was the one that gave her away.

Demon-Odin appeared next to him, sitting on the desk.

“Finally, things are going your way. You are lucky that that silly girl is fooled by you, she seems to be the only one.” He spat and Loki made himself small.

“Stop it, I am solving it, alright?” He muttered but the ghost kept spewing insults, until Loki fled from the office.

Later that afternoon, the entire staff of the castle was called into the grand hall of the castle. They all whispered and speculated about the reason. Loki never called the entire staff to him before, simply because he cared very little for them, this was no secret. There had to be a good and valid reason for him to do so now.

The king strode into the grand hall and sat on his throne. Martopher came closer and leaned in, to mumble in the king’s ear.

“My grace, where is my lady today?” He softly asked and then king smirked at him.

“I decided that this is not a matter the queen should tire her pretty little head over. She is outside and shall remain unaware of what is said and done here this day.”

Although Martopher wanted to object, he simply shook his head. The man was still slightly shaken up about being forced to put Thor in the dungeons earlier that day. The poor former king had begged his brother for mercy, but as always Loki had not listened. The sight caused the poor guard more grief than he liked, he wanted him and Sif to be happy together as well. But alas, faith was a cruel mistress.

Loki slammed Güngnir against the ground with a loud thud, to silence the sounds that filled the grand hall. All of the servants and guards stopped their speculations and listened intently to what the king had to say.

“It has occurred to me that I have not yet took the trouble to get to know my staff.” The trickster started with a velvet voice, that predicted trouble.

“So I shall do so now. Angrboda, step forward.” He ordered and the servant girl shuffled into the direction of the throne, before sinking to her knees to show her submission.

“My king.” She murmured in a husky voice, honoured that she was the first one that the king called forwards. And that he knew her name. But Loki remained unimpressed by her actions and merely nodded at her.

“You appear loyal, but lets test that. Empty your pockets.” Loki ordered and the smug look evaporated from the girl’s face.

“Wha…my king?” She asked, in an attempt to stall but Loki stood up and slammed his staff against the floor.

“Empty your pockets!” He yelled and out came the red glass flask as she pulled it out of her dress with trembling hands.

“You mean to poison your king while you pretend to be loyal? To the dungeons with this wench! I shall find out exactly what poison this is and then give you a fitting punishment!”

Angrboda started to protest, shout obscenities and threaten to kill Sif when guards came to take her away. The other servants dared not to look at her or Loki for that matter, since they were all convinced she would be put to death once the king finished his research.

The flask was tucked away in his tunic and he called out for the second servant to come forth. It was tedious that he had to work through all of the servants now, but there were two upsides to this. For starters, none of them would ever suspect that he had only done this to target this specific servant and secondly, he might catch a few other traitors in the process. After a long afternoon, a few more servants had been sent away, for thievery or other minor misdemeanours, but none were thrown into the dungeons like Angrboda. Loki felt good about this, this meant that he was feared and to be feared meant that one was respected. At least it worked this way in his mind.

“I wish to dine with my wife. In our private chambers, we are not to be disturbed.” Loki told Martopher after the last servant had left the grand hall.

The guard nodded and went on his way to find lady Sif. The man was convinced that this would lead to yet another fight between the two, Sif would never agree to dine with him, not after locking Thor away again. But after finding her in the garden with Kristi, he was happily surprised that the woman agreed to the request right away.

Sif freshened up and put on a green and black dress, putting golden combs in her hair to give it more volume. She even wore a golden necklace set with an emerald stone, to appear perfect in Loki’s eyes.

Martopher was even more surprised to see through how much trouble she went, but guided her to their chambers.

“My grace, the queen has arrived.” The guard mumbled and bowed, quickly making his leave before any sort of argument could break loose.

Loki eyed Sif with lust in his eyes when he saw that she was fully dressed and accessorized in his colours. “My dear, how come you look so ravishing this evening?” He asked and offered her a goblet of wine.

Sif drank the entire content of the goblet before she answered the king.

“I came to request the freedom of Thor, my king.” She said softly and looked at him with pleading eyes.

“My darling wife, you shall soon change your mind once the potion I have given you starts working.” Loki said with a menacing grin.

“Potion?” The black-haired woman asked with a tremble in her voice as she put down the goblet.

“You see, your friend was kind enough to point out the workings of a love potion and I decided to take that advice and give you one. Since I am the first male within sight, you have no other choice but to fall in love with me.”

Sif swallowed hard and frowned as she started to panic, but soon a change in her attitude was noticeable.

“My king, never before have I noticed your powerful presence.” Sif murmured as she stood up and walked over to the trickster with her hips swaying from side to side. As she did so, she bit her lip and gave him a lustful look, fumbling with the laces of her dress.

Loki’s eyes widened in surprise, never did he expect the potion to actually work. Sif started to untie the corset of her dress and dropped it to the floor once she worked through the complicated knots. Loki raised his hands and softly kneaded her bare breasts.

The goddess allowed her head to fall back and she moaned softly at the touch. His thumbs brushed over her nipples and turned them into hardened nubs.

“And the oaf?” Loki asked in a raspy voice but Sif giggled.

“What of him? He is beneath me.” The words caused a wide smile to appear on Loki’s face and he nodded approvingly.

“Very good. Carry on, you seem tense, my dear.” His hands kept working her breasts as he talked and it made it difficult for Sif to keep her thoughts straight.

“How can I not be, while under your touch?” Sif whispered and leaned forward to press their lips together.

Loki’s tongue was soon forcing herself into her mouth, but this time she allowed and even welcomed it eagerly, accompanied by lustful moans. Loki’s hands groped under the long skirt and soon the piece of clothing fell to the floor as well. Without taking the time to ask her, Loki tore off the undergarments the woman was wearing, causing her to writhe in his arms.

“My king, please, let us take our time, we have all evening.” Sif weakly protested as she pulled from his kiss but Loki growled.

“Mine, now!” He grunted and entered her with two slender fingers.

Sif gasped and whimpered at the sudden full feeling but did not object. His thumb located her bundle of nerves and started to rub it in small circles as he thrusted his fingers in and out.

“Look at me.” He ordered in a raspy voice as his eyes trailed over her quivering body.

Still moaning and whimpering, Sif locked gazes with the king as he coaxed her closer to her release. He could feel the muscles from her womanhood convulse around his fingers and felt his manhood throb with need and want. Soon, he would sink into her wetness and it would be divine.

Sif moaned and shuddered even harder, feeling that her peak was rushing closer and closer but before she was able to fall into that sweet release, Loki pulled his fingers back with a wide grin.

“Please..please…” Sif whispered, causing the king to groan in pleasure.

“I love it when you beg!” He growled. “But this will not be so easy, my dear, you shall show your king how badly you need this and work for your release. Ride me like you mean it and maybe I will allow you pleasure as well.” His cruel game made Sif pout at him and it was a welcome change from all the screaming and protesting she usually did.

With quick and determined moves, Sif undid the tunic that the king was wearing.

“I want you, I need you.” She whispered as she showered him with needy kisses. Loki shook his tunic off once all the complicated straps and belts were loosened and opened his briefs, so his large manhood was visible.

Sif sank to her knees and took it deep into her mouth, causing her husband to moan loud as he allowed his head to fall back.

“By the gods, your mouth feels so good around me.” The trickster gasped and Sif felt a small feeling of victory spread through her body. Returning the favour, the woman also brought him to the edge of his peak before pulling back with an innocent look.

“What are you stopping for?!” Loki growled, forgetting his last command in his pleasure.

“Because I want inside of me.” Sif whispered as she straddled him, lowering himself onto his manhood with a loud sigh of pleasure. A loud growl escaped Loki’s throat as her hips rolled back and forth, getting used to his size before she started to ride him.

“How did you do it? Got rid of the Allfather? I am curious about all that power.” Sif whispered heatedly into Loki’s ear, making him smirk between moans.

“It’s the most simple thing ever, my dear, that horrible man is in his bed, in his own room. All I did was perform a spell to keep him asleep and invisible to the naked eye. And you know what the solution is?” The king said in a husky voice as he grabbed a hold of Sif’s hips, controlling her movements on top of him.

Sif listened with a look of awe on her face and felt that she would soon peak if Loki kept controlling her movements like this.

Loki now rolled his own hips as well, so the pleasure would be more intense for both.

“The hammer.” He whispered. “Thor only needs to send a bolt of lightening into that room and that will awaken the old fool. That is why it’s so perfect, since he will never be able to lift that hammer again!” And these words caused Loki to spill himself inside of Sif with a loud grunt. Sif was unable to stop her body from reaching a peak at the exact right time and she trembled in Loki’s arms as they both came down from their high.

Loki nipped at her lips and the sensitive flesh of her neck as he tried to control his breathing.

“My darling?” Sif asked between moans.

“Hmm?” Loki hummed as he refused to leave her neck alone.

“I have a request and it would make me immensely happy if you said yes.” Now Loki did pull back and raised a brow at her.

“I will not release him, you know that.” He said sternly but Sif shook her head.

“Of course not, why would I request the freedom of that oaf? I merely ask of you to grant me the pleasure of telling him of this development.” Now Loki grinned wide, a menacing gleam filling his eyes.

“You want to tell Thor yourself that you are mine? Willingly? How deliciously evil of you, my dear.” Sif giggled shyly.

“Yes, well, he needs to learn once and for all, does he not?” And with those words, she rose from his lap and started to dress herself again. Loki gave her a disapproving look.

“From now on, you will only do as you are told and make no decisions of your own anymore, standing up like that without asking permission.” He reprimanded her and Sif nodded as she bowed her head.

“Forgive me, my king.” She whispered and Loki waved at her dismissively.

“You are forgiven, now get dressed.” The goddess did as she was told but then looked at her corset, seeing that it was ripped.

“My king, permit me to change into something more suitable? Perhaps we could arrange for Thor to be brought to the throne room? I will change and meet you there.” Loki nodded and arranged for this to be done.

Thor was brought into the throne room in shackles and Loki gave him a smug look as he eyed the Thunderer. But Thor did not look at him, he kept his head down and refrained from speaking. Sif walked into the throne room and Loki noticed that she had changed into her battle armor. He chuckled nervously.

“My queen, what's this? I thought we were here to tell my dear brother of our new development, not pick a fight?” Sif gave him the sweetest of smiles.

“You are mistaken, husband. We are here to fight. You, to be specific. A love potion, did you really fall for that? Prepare to burn, you piece of filth!” The woman growled and fought a guard for his spear and shield.

Not expecting an attack like that from the queen, the guard was caught daydreaming and easily surrendered his weapons to the goddess of war.

Loki stood up and pointed Güngnir at her.

“Stop this now and do as you are told!” He yelled, but he knew he had been tricked.

“Thor, your father is in his own room and the lightening of Mjölnir can wake him up, its just an illusion!” Sif told Thor as she started to fight off the guards that had awakened from their own daydream and Thor grinned.

“That oaf is not able to lift the hammer, you dim-witted wench!” Loki shrieked but the son of Odin extended his hand and a heavy sound filled the throne room.

Soon his trusted ally flew into his hand and he slammed it against the ground, just to get the feeling back, having to miss it for so long.

“I never broke my oath, brother! You fell for our trick!”

As Loki realized what had been done, he raised Güngnir in anger and rushed over to Thor and sif.

The battle for Asgard could begin.