Lady Sif {Thor}short stories

Vengeance

Written 3/1/2014

Rewritten 24/6/2014

Vengeance (post dark world, mixed with comic Sif)

Sif stood in the dark of the armoury, the only light she had was from the moonlight. She had her sword in her hand, the metal shone in the dim light, she twisted it in her hands, poking the tip with her fingers. She had a sadistic smirk on her face, her pulse raced with dark excitement, her body hungry for blood to be spilt. The door creaked slowly open and a guard cleared his throat. 'Is he ready?' She spoke slowly, turning slowly to look at the guard, he nodded in returned. She followed him to the darkest corner of the cells, where in a solitary room made of pure stone, sat the prisoner. She walked in to find the warriors three already there, the dark haired prisoner already battered from their previous beatings. He looked up to her as she entered, the familiar deluded stare greeting her.

"I wondered when they would send thee." His voice was rasped and strained, upon further glances she saw his throat was red raw. She chortled at his appearance.

"The fallen prince, falls some more.' She circles the chair, stopping behind him. She bent down and placed her lips to his ear.

"Whence is he Loki? Huh?" She rubbed her hands on his shoulders seductively, Fandral coughed, a little uncomfortable with her tactics. She ignored it. "Well? Whence does Odin reside."

Loki laughed a croaked laugh. "Thou may be beautiful but I wilt not be inclined to tell thee in this way....if at all." Sif shot up straight and scowled, she swung around to the front of him, staring down at his weakened form. She backlashed him across the face with her shield, blood splattered on the shiny metal surface and stone floor. He hissed with the pain and spat excess blood out of his mouth.

"Thou enjoyed that." He spat. She smiled a cunning smile.

"I hath been waiting a long time to do that. Now I bid again...whence is he?" There was a strained silence, the tension between the trickster and the warrior that could be cut with a knife, their eyes fiercely locked on the other. Loki held his head up and shook his head.

"I don't know, and if I did, I wouldn't tell thee. This is far too much fun." Rage built within her. She lunged forwards and slashed his throat a little, only to cause pain not to kill, but the action caused Volstagg to pull her back. "He is nay good to us dead Sif!" Loki nodded in agreement. "He is winding thou up. Doth not fall for it."

Loki laughed. 'Aye Sif doth not fall for it. But I know thou wishes to kill me. To drenched they blade with my blood, come on Sif, end my suffering."

She growled and with a stealthy kick, struck his shoulder with her foot, knocking his chair backwards. He fell hard, hitting his head on the stone floor, she stood on his shoulder and thrust her sword to his throat. "For thy life, thou wilt tell me whence Odin is!" She barked at him, the anger within her boiling over. He laughed once more, ignoring the pain he was in. She dug her sword into his throat, blood began to ooze. "Speak!" She bellowed once more.

"Get her out of hither!" Fandral shouted, she turned her head to shoot him a look but she found Hogun's hands around her shoulders, dragging her from Loki.

"Nay! Let go of me! I wilt get my answers!. She struggled out of Hogun's grip only to be captured from behind by Fandral, he lifted her from her feet and took her from the room.

"We need him alive!" He hissed down her ear as she dropped her outside the cell, holding her shoulders.

"What has gotten into thee?" She didn't look at him, her breathing was deep as she tried to control the darkness she felt. Hogun and Volstagg exited, dragging a bloodied and beaten Loki behind them, a smirk still on his face as he winked at Sif upon passing. Fandral kept a firm grip on her to stop her from going for him again. "Leave it!" Sif sighed in defeat and shook him from her. She shot him one last spiteful look before she strode away to her chambers, one day she would get her hands on him properly and when that day came she wouldn't hold back in hacking his traitorous body to pieces.