Sif and Loki short stories

An intimate encounter

Written 28/11/2013

An intimate encounter.

Sif just laid there. She couldn't move. She felt sick, she was unsure whether this was due to the fact she loved him or hated him. She turned her head to the side slowly, there he was, staring up at the ceiling. Neither one said a word for a long time, the air between them was thick. She gritted her teeth and sat up, sliding out of the bed and gathering her clothes. She was careful not to meet his eye, she was well aware he was watching her. 'Sif...look at me.' He said slyly and when she did he wore a triumphant smirk. Her insides churned and her body shook a little, she bit her lip and began restoring her clothes. 'Please don't...' Loki sat up in the bed, his skin glowed with sweat, his breathing still heavy. 'I like the view.' Sif groaned internally and closed her eyes tight. 'This twas a mistake...' Her words came out rushed, almost jumbled. 'Twas it?' His voice was closer. She opened her eyes and there he stood, in all his fine godlike glory. She looked away, slightly flushed and nodded. He took hold of her shoulders softly and forced her to look at him. 'I ask again....twas it verily a mistake?' His eyes bore into hers, she fought with herself, her head told her to just walk away but her feet wouldn't move. She dropped the clothe she had gathered and lunged forwards, kissing him passionately. He removed the garment she had managed to put on and tossed it away, taking a tighter hold of her, their bare skin pressed together. 'I thought not.' He breathed heavily as his forehead rested on hers. Their hearts beating fast, their bodies hungry for the other. Loki lifted her off her feet and guided her back to the bed, neither of them ready to leave the other.