Define Your Meaning of War

Keeping His Promise

Sif's brown eyes flicked open once realization dawned upon her dreaming state, she had no idea where she was and the last she remembered was being dragged along to the bifrost, only for Loki to cast a spell of temporary slumber on her. Her memories only frightened her more as she continued to recall the events before she had fell from consciousness.

As she frantically searched around for any sign of where she was, she began to wonder if she had already been assassinated, if she was in some form of heaven or maybe even Hel. She didn't believe she had done enough to deserve that but she didn't push aside the possibility.

Her gaze was met with a few familiar objects and items, then a few more as she put together the complicated puzzle of her dilemma. After several more critical seconds of staring warily at the things around her, she managed to figure out where she currently was, thanking the gods silently that she at least knew. But the answer was possibly one of the worst ones she could have received. It caused her legs to slowly go into motion, pushing her off of the expensive flooring.

She was in Loki's chambers, not in Odin's, she was in his. It alarmed her greatly the longer she took to think about it. She had been in there once when she was a few years younger but it was to simply place his new armor on his bed and he wasn't even in there. She had no idea if he was currently watching her and had no desire to find out as her eyes carefully scanned the room, taking her time in noticing the finer details.

The room smelled like a mixture of both mint and forest pines, something that was in no way displeasing to the senses and the walls were a creamy colored white, complimenting the dark green bed and the other furniture.

Sif began to cautiously walk towards the door, carefully not to make a slightest noise, just incase the dark prince happened to be in the same room she was currently in. Her breaths were quick and silent as her steps towards the exit quickened, her eagerness to leave clearly evident.

Her hand skimmed over the handle of the wooden door, an expression of pure success flooding her once frightened features. She turned the handle as fast as she could of possibly done it and rushed out the door, blinking her eyes as she did so, she had been so caught up in trying to be silent, she forgot to blink.

Her eyes flashed back open but she didn't grasp enough time to stop before she had rammed face first into the chest of a seemly amused god dressed in green and black leathers, not a single trace of his kingly façade.

"Leaving so soon?" Loki crossed his arms as he stared down at her, tilting his head up slightly to show how much he was taller than her, a malevolent smirk painted onto his features as he did so. He obviously thought himself higher than everyone else, not just the Midgardians but the Asgardians and Jötuns as well.

Sif gathered up all of her courage, determined not to cower in front of her captor, she was not bound or contained in anything but she knew damn well she was not free, especially now.

The vain attempt did not slip past him and he couldn't control his smirk as it widened into a grin, silently mocking her.

"Enough of these games! Make your move, I am waiting.." She snapped at him, her brows creased towards the center of her expression, defiance radiating from her with every carefully pronounced word.

At that, he grabbed her by the shoulders, his teeth bared as his icy blue eyes lit on fire, the flames roaring in unison with his temper and propelled her backwards until her back hit the cool wall, causing an audible groan to escape her lips. Loki removed one hand from her to muster up a swirling orb of green energy in his palm, using it to close the door he had left open in his wake. He then wrapped his free hand around her throat, squeezing gently as he stared at her, relishing every second of her fearful expression.

"If only you knew the things I intend to do with you." He trailed off, smiling that same smile she had always seen him use before he did something completely maniacal, a forewarning that something bad was to come.

Her eyes widened as her mind began to race with the possibilities of what he could of meant, crossing off certain ones as new ideas formed.

"W-what do you mean?" She eyed him warily, unsure of how to react, the warrior within her was fighting to be freed but she would allow no such thing until she had an answer.

He began to laugh darkly as he pressed her harder against the wall causing his body to be that much closer to hers, evicting a surprised gasp from the warrior maiden.

"I did accept your challenge, did I not?" He prompted, his hand slowly releasing her neck and beginning to slide down her body until he reached her hand, quickly grabbing it and pinning it above her head. His other hand reached for her remaining one, pinning it as well as a smile of pure victory shone on his mischievous expression. He took immense pleasure in her reaction to his words and the pinning of her hands.

Sif was at a loss of words as she began to contemplate on what he was implying, she was unsure whether she should be filled with fear or pleading for him to simply forget about the challenge she had unknowingly presented.

"I did not-" she started but was immediately cut off by the raging god who currently held her against the wall of his chambers.

"You. Will. Be. Mine!" He shouted at her, not caring if he was heard, being heard was the least of his worries, he would simply kill whomever had overheard his conversation. "And you will come to me willingly! The longer you resist, the more I will relish your surrender when you cave, a trembling mess sprawled out onto your knees before me, begging for me to give you the pleasure you know only I can create." He growled under his breath as he leaned closer to her, glaring heatedly into her eyes until she moved her head away from him. His fingers trailed down from her wrist to her chin and turned it towards him, forcing her to peer back into his eyes.

"I will never do such a thing!" She spat at him angrily as she tried to shove him away. He simply responded by pinning her wrists once more.

To top off his promise, Loki leaned down to her and began to press a heated, open mouthed kiss to the sensitive spot of her neck, causing her to inhale sharply in surprise. A large smile stretched across his lips as he had evicted exactly what he had hoped to from her sweet lips.

He was almost tempted to take it further until he was reminded of his carefully laid out plan he had for her, there would be plenty of time to toy with her and he would enjoy every single second of it but for now it would have to wait.

After several minutes he withdrew from her and went to her ear, whispering one word as his voice grew increasingly seductive.

"Mine."