Nine Days of Loki ⎛⎝ ⎠⎞

Day Two; "You belong to me now"

Loki's très smart apartment was located in the heart of London's Southbank, on Clink street, situated by the docks.
Clink Wharf was a warehouse redevelopment that had been converted into classic, open-plan loft apartments, which appealed to Loki's penchant for the finer things in life. To reside here, one needed to be successful and rich. Filthy rich.

But when at last Sif slowly blinked open her eyes, struggling to focus due to the vast amount of daylight streaming in from the windows, glass balcony doors and skylight, she had no idea where she was and her memory was foggy.

Had she died and gone to Valhalla?
She certainly didn't recognise this hall, and the light was blinding.
However, when she attempted to move, to her horror she realised that she had been tied to a wooden chair. That certainly wasn't a common practice in Valhalla. Or at least, not that she was aware of.

As she began struggling against the thick leather straps that bound her arms and legs, she also noticed her clothing had changed.
She was now dressed in simple black trousers, and a long sleeved top of some kind.
What in the name of Hela....!?

Just then a smooth, distinct voice spoke, cutting through her thoughts.
"Ah, awake at last I see. Good, I was growing bored."

Lifting her head, her heavy lidded eyes scanned the über stylish room for the speaker.
The lean, blurred figure of a man came into view.
He was across the room from her sitting casually in a high wing-backed chair, his ludicrously long legs splayed apart.
It took a moment for her eyes to adjust, but there was no mistaking that posture; he exuded an imposing dominance. And that irritatingly handsome face and raven mane of hair was unarguably distinctive.
Loki.
So, this was reality after all.

Her hazy mind skipped back to the previous nights events, and for a moment she had hoped it had all been a bad dream.
Clearly not.

"Care for a drink? No doubt you'll be incredibly thirsty now that the initial effects of the mind gem have worn off. When I first took possession of my ring, my mouth felt like I'd been eating sandpaper."
He offered, as he rose and strode purposefully towards her.

"I am not interested in your small talk Loki, and I couldn't give a damn about any adverse side-effects you experienced with an infinity stone!"
She snapped, irritated by his rambling and nonchalant attitude.

He stopped dead in his tracks, looking somewhat affronted.
"Rude!" He huffed.
"Well, you know what? Suit yourself, I was merely trying to be polite!"

"Polite?!"
She raged, her temper rising by the second,
"You dare speak of politeness, when you have me bound up like a hostage! And what have you done with my armour? How dare you undress me, you've got no right-"

"Sif, relax will you, the clothing is an illusion. I could hardly walk through the streets of London with you dressed like someone doing Xena cosplay! It would've attracted even more unwanted attention."

"What is cosplay? Who is Xena?!"

Smiling whimsically to himself, he distractedly began removing his suit jacket before tossing it onto the back of a nearby sofa.
"The warrior princess, I have the box set....I watch it sometimes whenever I find myself missing you. You'll have to google her once you've become better acquainted with human technology."

Her frown deepened, his references made no sense to her, but she was so indignant she didn't have the patience to explore the subject further.
"And these?!"
She hissed, continuing to struggle against her leather restraints.

"Ah, yes....that was just a bit of fun really."
He raised his arm slightly and with a wave of his hand, the restraints instantly dispersed.

Sif glared at him, anger blazing in her large brown eyes.