Loki walked behind the pillars and watched the arm wrestling matches that were taking place around him. It was the Banquet of Strength, but Loki never participated. His strength was all mental. Knowledge was his power (that is where the mortals got it from), and he found little use for stupid things like arm wrestling. That was why he chuckled when he saw Thor, Sif, and the Warriors Three, all participating in it. He stood behind Thor without saying a word, and watched how he dealt with his opponents. He looked each of them in the eyes, and then when they were given the signal to begin, Thor would narrow his eyes, before putting all his weight and strength into his hand. He would take out his opponents in seconds. Not much of a challenge, Loki thought.
That was when he began to study Sif. He saw the way she arm wrestled. She would growl at the people who sat down to face her, and her arm was constantly twitching, her fingers eager to begin. Finally, Loki decided it was time for his revenge. He grinned and sat down opposite Sif, and extended his arm. Several Asgardians who were watching, oohed and aahed as they waited for Sif to accept Loki's challenge. "Do you really think you can take me?" Sif asked dryly.
"I guess we'll both find out," Loki said as he gripped her hand. Sif smiled and then positioned herself, waiting for the word to be given. When another Asgardian gave them permission, Sif started, but Loki muttered a spell, that literally stopped time! Loki climbed out of his body and surveyed his surroundings with a smirk. Everyone was frozen in what they were doing. A maid bringing ale to the wrestlers, the audience watching with wide eyes, and Sif, with her jaw clenched and her eyes glaring. Loki walked behind her and grabbed her hair. He twirled the locks in his fingers, before he bunched it all together. Taking a knife from his boot, he put it four inches below her ear, and sliced. His blade was so sharp, that it cut through Sif's hair without a hitch. A foot and a half of hair came off in his hand. Loki made it burn in his palm and then he returned to his body.
When time continued, Loki threw Sif's hand into the table and won. Everyone would have cheered, but that was when they noticed Sif's hair. She did not feel at first, but when she stood up to walk away, she felt the short strands of hair brush her cheek. Sif reached up and felt them, while Loki leaned back in his chair, and accepted a mug of ale. "I guess I am better, at least, I'm better than you," Loki said as he took a swig. Sif turned to face him and her skin was pale.
"You cut my hair, you bastard!" Sif screamed and she lunged at him across the table.
End of Part 3
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