When War and Lies Collide

To the Party

A few bad jokes later, they arrived back to Loki's room where Sif sat in the middle of the floor, taking out her blades from her bag to clean once again.  They were covered in soot and she hated them being dirty, the only time it was acceptable was if it was stained by the blood of her rivals that had fallen to her skill.

Loki was impressed by her large collection, it was unusual even for a warrior to be this dedicated to their work.  She had a passion, a fire that burned for what she loved.  Sadly, the only thing she really found that she loved was fighting and anything to do with the fight.

The Prince was determined to change that.  To be the center of that passion would be an honor, even to those highest in ranks.  Unlike most, Sif would without hesitation die for what she loved, she would jump into the heat of battle just to save a fellow soldier or help out a comrade in a tight spot.

Not only did she have a lot of weapons, but she had a gigantic variety.  Just glancing at them Loki was able to find boot knives, neck knives, automatic switch daggers, along with plenty of combat tomahawks.  She even held a few homemade blades.  To any Midgardian, this would be a red flag.  But to Asgard, someone that could hold their own was considered a blessing.

The young man could tell that these were as precious to her as his books were to him, they brought her comfort.  It was one thing that she knew would never go away, no matter how many years had passed.

Sif found herself in a foul mood, even though her lunch had been enjoyable.  One, her house was destroyed.  Two, Loki had basically forced her into attending a Midgardian party which meant she had to leave Asgard for the night.  Leaving never made her very comfortable, she always imagined a war breaking out while she was absent and being completely helpless.

"What troubles you?" Loki asks, picking up on her discomfort.  

"I think you know how busy these last few days have been for me, I am just weakened by my tired state is all."  She says honestly, rubbing her temples as if she had a headache.

"You don't have to go to the event if you'd rather not."  He replies, feeling a bit sympathetic.  He had only wanted her to have fun, not stress her out.

"No, no.  I want to prove you wrong.  Plus, it'd be nice to get you off my back for eternity."  She smirks, looking up at him.

"That's the spirit!"

*****

A few hours later, the two head for the Bifrost in their Midgardian disguises.  Sif had thrown a little fit about her dress, but seemed to get used to it. 

Loki wore some jeans with a tshirt that complimented his toned upper half, a loose black and gray plaid button up thrown over it.  His hair was slicked back but with a bit more appeal.

Sif wore a form fitting gray one shoulder dress that ended just above her knees along with gold high heels that stood her up another two inches.  She was surprised that they were so easy to walk in as she was usually found strutting around in a pair of old leather boots.

They arrived at the Bifrost soon enough, Sif greeting her brother kindly.  "It has been quite some time since I have conversed with you, brother."  She nods, smiling.

"Yes, yet we are both busy.  At a later time, do tell me how the army has been.  I wish to know how they have been treating you.  Where are you off to?"  

"Midgard."  Loki answers shortly.  The two didn't get along very well but Loki being a Prince, Heimdall was sworn by an oath to obey his orders.

"As you wish."  His voice boomed as he withdrew his sword and gave them his departing speech of warning.  Neither of them really listened as they had heard it many times before.  "Good luck."  He ended.

The two of them felt the all too familiar pull in their gut, the sudden loss of gravity.  As many times as they had used the Bifrost for travel, it never stopped being exciting.  The colors shot by them in a jumble, the wind echoing in their ears.

Then there was the land, a loud crash left them standing on the Bifrost's land stamp, sand whirling around them in a cloud of dust.  Sif stared at the buildings rumbling with the sound of people and their vehicles, nervous.  She always expected to be attacked in places she didn't know, and Earth was no different.  She could easily take on many of them, but if a riot broke out around them she would be swamped and her chances of success dropped immensely.

Loki noticed the uneasiness growing in the atmosphere around them, giving her a comforting smile.  "Do not fret so, Lady Sif.  You are safe in my company, I wouldn't allow any of these poor souls to harm you without suffering from the wrath of a God."

She let out a small chuckle as they stepped forward, leaving the Bifrost's mark behind them.  As they neared, the sound increased and the numbers of people seemed to multiply quickly.  To Sif, it was just an overpopulated street.  To Loki, it was a place near Hollywood, California and he was considered a VIP.

Her uneasiness seemed to grow as she noticed just how many people there were to carefully analyze and make sure were not a threat.  She was armed with a neck knife hidden in her dress for easy access in case of an emergency but she still wasn't comfortable.  Loki held out his hand for her to grasp on to as they entered into their first wave of people.  Drunk girls scattered around in large groups, Elvis impersonators frolicked around in their ridiculous jump suits and men were on the prowl.  It disgusted Sif at how animalistic these creatures were.

"It's okay."  Loki murmured only loud enough for Sif to hear.  She was able to keep her cool on the outside but her heart was pounding as she searched the crowd for danger frantically.  She nodded to acknowledge that she had heard him but her eyes were shifting in every which direction.

She scowled as a man wrapped his arms around one of the drunken female's waist who yelped from pleasure.  Loki smirked at her discomfort but kept strolling to their destination with Sif close at his side.

After many close encounters with the intoxicated fools, the loud club music filled their ears and the bright lights hit the sky.  Sif's stomach dropped as she saw the long line out the door of sweaty, impatient Midgardians and glanced at the opening door at all the silhouettes dancing inside.  Her mouth hung open slightly as Loki pulled her to the front of the line, giving a crooked smile to the guard.

"Is your name on the list, fella?"

Loki cracked his knuckles with a smirk, Sif knew he was using illusions now.  "I do believe so, sir.  You shall find it under Laufeyson, reservation for two."

Right as the man flipped through his clipboard papers, Loki coughed and the name appeared right in front of his eyes.  His face paled as he looked at the two, fumbling over his words.  "G- go right ahead."

"You have my gratitude."  Loki answers with a laugh as they step inside.  "Are you prepared for this, Sif?"  He turns to her, holding her to his side with a curious look.

"Am I ever?"  She replies with a nervous smile, glancing around.  The party was about to begin.

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Alright, so I thought this chapter was kind of boring but I needed to lead up to what is about to happen.  Sorry about that guys.

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