Frostbitten

The Morning After

When the soft light of dawn began to peak through the clear glass windows of the Stark tower, Sif's eyes fluttered open. She yawned and turned her head to glance outside, but nearly jumped out of her skin when she discovered another body lying beside her with their chest fully exposed. Then, memories from the previous night with Loki came flooding back to her. Sif unstiffened and nestled closer to him, feeling his arm tightening around her waist as well, followed by his other arm coming to drape protectively around her abdomen.

Sif attempted to fall back asleep, though she was unable. For what reason, she didn't know. Wasn't this what she wanted? She knew it was, but Sif could feel a headache coming on as she simply couldn't shake the feeling that she was using the poor sorcerer as a mere distraction from her failed attempt at being with his brother.

All her stirring caused Loki to wake. Unlike Sif, a sweet, genuine smile danced on his lips as he leaned in to plant them on Sif's. "Good morning," he cooed, his eyes sparkling with unconditional joy. Sif frowned regretfully and hoisted herself  up into a sitting position with the sheets wrapped securely over her chest. Confused, Loki sat up to face Sif. "What's wrong?" he asked dejectedly.

"Loki, this isn't right. I can't just throw myself over to you because Thor won't take me." Sif could feel her own heart tearing into itsy bitsy pieces as the words spilled from her mouth. "You and I, we can't be together," admitted the maiden. She sighed and pushed a lock of hair behind her ear, trying her best to refrain from looking Loki in the eye. Although, she could see him clearly in the mirror above the dresser. The sheer pain on his face made Sif sick to her stomach as she felt bile slowly crawl up her throat. She noticed his jaw tighten as he nodded, throwing Sif off guard. 

Her first instinct was to brace herself for Loki's rage, but said anger never came. Instead, Loki bent down and kissed the top of Sif's head gently. "If it is what you desire, then so be it."

"Don't you get it?" Sif wailed to him. "This is what I want! It's what I've always wanted!"

Loki ran a hand through his hair, thinking over what he would say to her. Every time a thought would emerge into his mind, it would be quickly swiped away, leaving him with nothing. "...If that's true, then please just answer me this, why did you go after Thor?" His tone was still subtle, lacking any hint of aggravation. 

"The only reason I ever wanted Thor was because of your envy and your schemes. Before then, I had always chosen you, Loki. Not Thor, not anybody except for you," Sif's voice cracked with desperation. "But, that still doesn't take away from the fact that it feels as if I'm using you."

Loki looked her square in the face, "Tell me, do you love me?"

Sif could feel his stare penetrating deep into her soul, she knew the answer to his question, yet it was hard for her to admit. After thousands of years of denying any feelings of sentiment, finally confessing was more burdensome than fighting a Bilgesnipe. Finally, after taking a deep breath, Sif came out with it, "Yes  Loki, of course I love you."

"Then, if anything you were using Thor, not me," Loki murmured. The man was still half in shock as he absorbed Sif's acceptance towards him.

"Thank God..." she sighed with relief. A second later, Sif beamed and locked lips with the man she was destined to despise, yet this time fate didn't matter to her. Loki was hers and she was his. Sif could feel the euphoria flowing faster than the speed of light down through her veins. Loki pulled her into a safeguarding embrace, allowing her to let loose her grip on the sheet she grasped in her hand.

Thor burst through the door, interrupting the moment,  "Lady Sif! You must try this wond-" So startled by the sight unfolding before him, the small, rectangular pastry in which he held was immediately sent falling down to the floor. The two lovers pulled away hastily, Sif making a desperate grab for the sheet once again. The Thunderer's eyes were round in astonishment, "I'll just come back..." Thor made a speedy retreat, shutting the door behind him.

As it closed, both Sif and Loki locked eyes, then broke out into a fit of laughter. "I suppose we forgot to fasten the door shut," Sif giggled. Loki nodded just as tears broke free of his eyelids caused by his nearly unstoppable laughter.

"I suggest we get out there before Thor starts asking Stark about the birds and the bees," Loki proposed in which Sif nodded, hopping off the bed, sheet still in hand. "Actually, I'll be needing that or hundreds of street-going Midgardians will have to wield the sight of my bare behind." he commented, motioning towards the sheet. 

Sif raised an eyebrow,"Then let them. I'd say it's you have a quite nice behind." Loki's cheeks flushed bright red against his pale skin, causing Sif to erupt into yet another fit of laughter. 

"I'll just...um find my clothes..." Loki said under his breath. In that moment, the unclothed prince began his attempt at locating his lost articles of clothing. At last, Loki discovered their hiding spot behind the love seat. He disappeared into the bathroom and emerged a moment later. This time, he was indeed clothed in the ragged shirt and pants from the preceding night. "Until later, Lady Sif," Loki said in farewell before vanishing out the window. 

Only about a half hour after the confrontation with Thor, both Loki and Sif arrived in the kitchen, bathed and dressed. "Morning," Loki greeted with an uncharacteristically happy tone, although not without some estranged stares from the Warriors Three. One could actually slice the tension between them with a knife.Thor, however winked at the pair, a goofy smile present on his face.

To break the apprehensiveness, Sif took a seat beside Thor at the dining table. It seemed small from what she was used to on Asgard, but it was large enough to fit the each member of the group. "So, Thor, what was it you wanted to show me this morning?" Sif asked nonchalantly. 

"Uh, right." Thor stood and pulled out a small box from the cupboard. "Stark got me to try one of these this morning and I nearly ate the whole container. The Midgardians call them, Pop Tarts." He pulled out a silvery package, ripped it open and out came the same rectangular item Thor had dropped at the foot of Sif's door earlier that morning. "They truly taste as if they were sent down from Valhala."

Just then, the elevator door sprung apart to reveal Tony Stark, himself. "Good morning, Ladies. I hope you all found your rooms to your liking. Today we discuss the exact nature of your problems."

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