Loki: Storm of Swords

Chapter 97 - A Shieldmaiden's Farewell

Sif rolled over and lightly stroked Sandor's scarred face. He was certainly not the most handsome man she had lain with, but he was the only one that mattered. Sif propped herself up on her elbow and began to trace all the scars that adorned his body. His muscles were phenomenal for a mortal and Sif knew very few looked like him. His hair was long and loose, scattered across the pillow, his arm stretched out and upon which Sif had been previously resting her head. The sheets were pulled up to his waist, and Sif had entrapped the rest under her arms. Her black hair cascaded down her bare back in waves and Sif admired them. She had forgotten what it was like to have blond hair and wondered how she had ever missed it.

"You're staring," said a gruff voice and she turned back to see Sandor watching her with a slightly raised eyebrow. 

"Well, you give me something to stare at. And I like staring at you," Sif answered as she came back down and rested her head on his arm. 

"Then why do you have to leave?" the Hound queried and Sif sighed, knowing she did not really have a good answer. 

"Because, I'm thinking of asking the All-Father to make me ambassador and then I can be here all the time," Sif said and the Hound frowned as he looked at her.

"Ambassador? We wouldn't be able to spend much time together, shieldmaiden," Sandor pointed out.

"What makes you say that?" Sif queried as she ran her fingers lightly over the burn on his face. Sandor captured her hand in his big one and pressed it to his chest.

"Because I won't be in Kings Landing." The smile died on Sif's face and she scooted closer to him. 

"What do you mean by that?" she queried.

"His highness, Prince Loki, has requested that I act as Princess' Ragna's bodyguard as she travels the Seven Kingdoms and across the Narrow Sea. She's to study under all the masters from around the world. We'll very rarely be in Kings Landing," Sandor explained. Sif fell back on the pillows, her hand covering her face. It only took Sandor a few seconds to hear the tears and he leaned forward, pressing his lips to her bare arm. "Now don't start crying on me. I'm sure you have plenty of men waiting to court you in Asgard."

"But I don't want those men! I want you!" Sif shrieked, hitting Clegane with her fist and sending him rolling out of the bed. Sandor crawled back up a second later, stroking his jaw. 

"What the hell, woman?! What was that for?!"

"Because, like all men, you've got a thick skull and can't see it when a woman says she loves you!" Sif hissed as she wrapped the sheets around her body and started to get out of the bed. However, that was when a large hand gripped her wrist and stopped her. Sif half-heartedly pulled, but Sandor did not release her. 

"What was that?" he asked. Sif raised her eyes, tears glittering on her eyelashes like jewels. 

"I said I love you," she answered. Sandor's expression was blank for a moment before he smiled and pulled her towards him. Sif's gasp was swallowed when he kissed her. Sandor maneuvered her until she was on her back, and him between her legs. When they pulled away, Sandor nuzzled her nose. 

"Nobody's ever said that to me. No woman has ever loved me," Sandor admitted. 

"You just didn't have the right one," Sif answered as she gripped Sandor's hair and made him kiss her again. Clegane growled into her mouth and positioned himself between her thighs, entering her in one smooth thrust. Sif moaned in ectasy as she wrapped her legs around his waist and clung to him. "I don't want to go."

"I don't want you to go," Sandor panted as he held her tightly.

"Why are we so loyal to our masters?" Sif queried.

"I don't know," he answered. After that, they said no more and they continued their passionate tryst. Sif arched her back and her body went rigid as Sandor stimulated her womanhood. Sandor just observed her as he made love to her. She was a breathtaking woman and Sandor knew that he was the luckiest man alive. How had no man made her his wife yet? Sandor then lost all train of thought as he felt his climax fast approaching. He made sure to double his efforts with Sif so that they could go over the edge together. Sif nibbled on Sandor's ear and the Hound sucked on the skin between her neck and her shoulder. 

"Sandor!" the shieldmaiden cried.

"Sif!" the Hound moaned. They shuddered together and their sweat mingled. Sandor panted by Sif's ear before he moved his head and kissed her tenderly. 

Sif was standing at the Bifrost sight when Loki approached her the next day. "Did you say goodbye to him at least?" he asked. She glared at him. 

"And we were just starting to like each other," she commented.

"We were tolerating each other, Sif. Let's not get sentimental," Loki retorted before he stood in front of her, looking her in the eye. "He'll be very upset when he finds out you left."

"Why do you care?" she posed and Loki shrugged.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe because he gave you a reason to stay and you're still going," Loki pointed out. Sif stiffened. Loki grinned a little. "That was the whole purpose of the curse, to teach you to communicate such important information to the other person involved. Don't f—k this up like you did last time." Sif's hand went out but stopped a few inches from his throat. Loki just looked at her, calm as you please. "My family are the ones who have to deal with his mood swings. Don't be too long in coming back," Loki warned her as he walked away. Sif watched until he was out of sight. She growled and that was when a rainbow of lights came down from the sky and she vanished.