The Adventures of Loki and his Commander

Chapter 11

Three whole years. Loki and you had managed to keep up the charade for three whole years now before anyone suspected anything. You had to put up with Loki making some decisions that you didn't wholeheartedly agree with- like banishing Heimdall and hiring that buffoon Skurge in his place instead. But you stood by him still, knowing it was the only way you could keep the illusion going.

You couldn't help but wonder what else you would have put up with one day when Lady Sif started asking you some questions.

"It doesn't make any sense does it?" She asked you as she swung her sword at you which you blocked with your own.

The two of you were sparring together- you had sparred with Lady Sif before. You weren't friends with her by any stretch of the word but you would be lying if you said you didn't admire her for her valiance and strength.

You made a complete turn and slashed your sword in her direction.

"Since when does Odin throw such extravagant balls and commemorate Loki with plays and monuments?" She asked dodging your attack. "Something feels off about him."

"Perhaps it's grief?" You offered plainly acting as if her query wasn't making you anxious. After all Lady Sif was no fool. "He did lose his son and his wife." You added hoping it would persuade her to drop the topic.

It didn't.

"Perhaps," She still humored the thought but didn't sound at all convinced. "But what of all the chaos in the nine realms?" Both of your swords again came in contact in an X as you both tried to push the other enough to make them drop their weapon.

Even though Lady Sif was distracted by the conversation- interrogation more like for you, it didn't seem to affect her fighting at all. You could respect that.

"What of it all?" You questioned.

"Well," she started as her sword twirled off your own before she made a 180 degree turn, taking a step closer to you and jabbing her elbow against your stomach- making you effectively drop your sword. Her own came up to your chin as she held it there with a smirk on her face. "It just seems a little incompetent for Odin doesn't it?"

You knew the accompanied smirk had nothing to do with what she was saying but rather the fact that she seemed to have bested you. Either way you didn't like the smirk in the slightest- nor the words. Because by calling the current rule incompetent she wasn't only unknowingly calling Loki incompetent- she was calling you incompetent as well. Loki consulted with you on every matter and the two of you put out fires as they came together.

Not to mention calling the current rule incompetent and especially so when comparing it to Odin's was very hypocritical. Why was it that Odin's competency was never once questioned when two frost giants broke into the palace's treasury the day of his son's coronation? When his own son defied his orders and marched into Jotunheim waging war? Or better yet when some fairytale elves lay waste to his army and killed off the much capable king's q-

You flicked your wrist and a small dagger fell down from the sleeve of your shirt. You gave the woman holding the sword to your neck a mischievous smile as you pressed the dagger against her stomach- hard enough for its presence to be known but not hard enough for it to cause any damage.

"He let his own son die in Svartalfheim battling enemies of Asgard he was too crazed to properly face on his own- the same son he had declared an enemy of Asgard and locked up in a cell for doing the exact same thing for which his brother only had to face banishment to Midgard." You stated perhaps a little too critically, but you couldn't help yourself. "I'd say he has always been a little incompetent alright."