When War and Lies Collide

In the Morning

The rest of the evening had gone quite smoothly, there weren't anymore arguments or fights but mainly because their lips were locked together and couldn't talk.  Of course, Sif refused to let it go much farther than that, but Loki let it slide as he was just happy that she was his.

Sif couldn't remember the last time she had felt so relaxed, she had always been on edge.  Every moment she had expected someone to attack, and she was always ready for it.  Never did she go anywhere without a dagger tucked firmly inside her boot.  But now, all she could think about was Loki's touch and the loving lust filled look that filled his eyes.  He truly cared for her, and as much as he wanted Sif he wouldn't let himself.  The kissing stayed at kissing and the cuddling stayed at cuddling, he wouldn't allow her to feel uncomfortable.

Loki had to keep reminding himself that all of this was new to Sif.  The only thing she had known before was violence where every touch was a bad touch, where every touch could be life or death.  Having grown up with no parents to claim her and just Heimdall as a brother, she didn't know what it was like to be held lovingly close or have someone want her.  Honestly, he felt a pang of sympathy for her.  He used to think about how alone he was, how nobody loved or cared for him- right to the point where he had let go of everything he held on to and fell into the darkness, expecting to die.  But the truth was that he always had his mother, Frigga.  And although Thor could be a jerk, he knew that if he had just taken a different approach, things might have been different.  But he had pushed them all away.  

Sif, on the other hand, never got that.  She didn't have anyone to hold her when she cried or comfort her if she felt lost.  She had herself and her blades, that was it.  She pushed herself to the point of almost passing out every day just to make sure that she would become something, that she would be remembered.  Because otherwise, nobody would have.  Sif would have been your average peasant who would have been forced to marry a rich man or live her life in poverty.  Now, she was the strongest maiden who held some of the most power in Asgard, and she was highly respected by everyone.  Her fierce attitude and inspiring skill would leave people speechless, but nobody had ever loved her.

She drifted apart from her brother at a very young age to make a life for herself, and she had to do it alone.  For awhile, she lived on the streets and was left a victim to street violence.  But she fought, and she easily got out.  Now she was of high ranking and didn't need to worry about it anymore.

Secretly, she had a hidden fear of men.  She feared their touch.  Not as much anymore, but as a female child that lived in the poor streets of Asgard that were littered with drunken men, she had a reason to fear them.  She took pride in knowing that she could kill them with her bare hands now.  But all of this did explain why she never got into a relationship, no matter who asked.  She didn't have to worry much anymore considering she lives in the royal part of Asgard and her skill is known throughout the realm, but it doesn't bring her much comfort.

And Loki felt privileged to be her first.

Sif had fallen asleep in his arms, her head resting on his chest.  Loki, not being able to sleep just enjoyed the moment, for once appreciating it.  His face was resting in her hair, the faint strawberry scent allowing him to grow tired and drift off into sleep.  

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Loki awoke early the next morning, his arm asleep from Sif laying on it.  He laid there, contemplating wether to move her gently and hope not to wake her up or to lay there until she woke up and moved herself.  She looked so peaceful, so relaxed.  But, his arm was completely numb and he had the growing suspicion that it might have to be amputated if he waited much longer.

Thoughts of himself walking around with only a nub for an arm ran through his mind, and that outweighed letting her sleep in.  He kissed her forehead gently, nuzzling against her neck.  "Sif, it's time to wake up."  He whispered in her ear, getting a mumble as a response.  "Sif, c'mon.  There's breakfast."  

She sleepily put her hand over his face, shushing him.  "Five more minutes.."  She grumbled, Loki chuckling at her laziness and moving her hand.

"Sif.  You're on my arm and I kind of need to get up.  I'll give you...  Three minutes.  But then you really need to get up, people are going to wonder why we didn't attend breakfast."

"Let them."

"You know you don't mean that."  He laughed, watching her roll off of his arm and under the blankets. 

"I do, I do, just leave me alone to sleep!"  Sif begged, her eyes half open and peering at him from her blanket burrito.

"Three minutes!"  He said, getting up and walking to the bathroom, shaking his hair and closing the door behind him.

Sif huddled deeper into the warmth of the comforter, completely buried.  She had fallen asleep already as Loki stepped out of the bathroom, looking at the lump under the blanket.  She was curled up, her hair covering her face and just barely peeping out of the blankets.  "Times up!"  He called, stepping over to the bed.

"Nooooooooooooooooooo."  She moaned, shaking her head.

"Yesssss."  He copied, sliding in next to her with a grin.

"Go away!"  She half-shouted, outstretching her arms to push him away.

"Oh, Sif, you know you can't get enough of me!"  He teased, pulling her by the arms into a hug.  "But really, it is time to wake up."

She didn't respond and decided her chances of more rest would be greater if she played dead.  "Sif!"

No response.  So, he poked her side but got the same reaction, nothing.  He then cupped her face in his hands, squishing her cheeks together to make a fish face and burst out laughing, but she didn't move.  "Don't force me to tickle you."  He warned, leaning in close.

"You wouldn't."  She growled, glaring at him.

"I believe I would."  Loki replied, giving her his best smirk.  He then held his hand above her side, dangerously close.  "I'm going to count to five, and if you don't move within that given time period, I will proceed to tickle you.  And this time, there will be no mercy."

"Loki."

"One...."

"Loki."

"Two...."

"Please.  Just please let me sleep.  I'll do anything you want."

"Three...."

"FOUR!"

And right before he could utter the word 'five', she rolled away from him, sliding onto the floor with a light 'thud'.  Loki chuckled, hopping off the bed and lifting her off the floor, into his arms.

"I really despise you sometimes."  She growled, glaring at him.

"You love me."  He grinned, pecking her on the cheek.

"Sometimes."  She answered, pressing her forehead against his and looking into his eyes.  "Sometimes."

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I am so sorry it took so long to update!  I've been really, really sick.  I'm going to the hospital today to get it checked out, but I hope this made up for the lack of updates.  Sorry about that.

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