Sif and Loki short stories

The Debt

Sequel to "Haunted Past"

Also posted in Sif and Fandral shorts

Hints at comic canon

Written 26/6/2014

The Debt...

It had been 6 months since Loki's untimely appearance. His twisted game which caused her hurt she never thought she would feel, still in her memory.

As the time passed, Sif had given birth to her child, a beautiful infant resembling Sif in it's features but Fandral in personality. It was four months old now, attempting to crawl but clearly failing.

Sif sat quietly, watching as it rolled on it's back in the light of Asgard as they sat out in the palace gardens with a day maid.

She had not seen the likes of battle for some time and despite her recent training schedule and getting herself back into shape, she still missed it. It wasn't the same. Thor and The Warrior's Three were away tending to a disturbance in Normheim, it meant she was alone to raise the infant until Fandral's return. Well minus the help of maiden's who took the child when she needed time alone.

"Can thou stay with the child?" She asked the day maid as she became more restless. Needing to stretch her legs.

"Aye M'lady." She smiled in return and turned her gaze back upon the dark haired bundle on the floor.

Deciding it was time for a relaxing bathe to soothe her aching muscles, the crimson warrior headed back to her chambers, closing the door behind her. She had removed one item of clothing, her boots, when she heard a scuffle within her closet.

She drew out the small blade she carried from it's pouch at her side and headed to the brown oak doors, throwing them open....to find nothing. No one. Just her mind playing tricks on her....

"MMMM-" Her scream was muffled as a hand covered her mouth, dragging her backwards, having the upper hand as they restrained her. She felt her head become woozy, her vision blur and her body slip into darkness.

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"Wakey, wakey, warrior princess..." Cold water hit her face. She opened her eyes slowly but felt groggy, her wrists hurt, they felt raw. Chains? She yanked subtly and confirmed she was indeed chained to a wall. She grunted and groaned as she forced her eyes to open fully and see her surroundings.

All she could see was stone. A cell? A dungeon? Who knew...

Wait...the voice...where was the voice? Was that a figment of her imagination? Was this a dream? She was not that lucky...

"Ah, she awakens..." The cold, low tones of the trickster god greeted her.

"Loki..." She choked, her throat dry, how long had she been out?

He knelt before her, moving her wet hair from her face, which felt bruised and battered.

"I apologise for such treatment alas, tis what thou deserve." He sniggered.

She coughed in his face. "I hath done nought unto thee!" She croaked, scowling through her swollen eyelids.

His ruckus laugh filled the stone den. "Alas thou see...thou hath. None reject me and live to tell the tale..." He moved in closer, his breath mixing with hers. "If I, supreme being of all, can not hath thee at my side. None can." He sneered.

"Is that what this is about? Thou treat me like an animal because I belong to another? That is most petty of thee Loki..." She rolled her eyes, ignoring the pain.

"Even in the face of death thou art most insufferable with thy sarcasm and wit!" He moaned, hoping for more of a fight. "Art thou not fearing thy death? Thor is not hither to save thee, nor is thy beloved Fandral..." He wrinkled his nose in disgust as he said his name.