Sif and Loki short stories

The Forced Queen

Written 29/1/2015

The Forced Queen. (Not fully proof read)

Asgard mourned, the loss of both the All-Father and the Odinson. Odin passed in battle, but Thor....Thor was banished. After the loss of their liege it was clear Thor would ascend as was his birth right, but there was one who would not see that happen. Loki. His scheming secured him the throne instead and with his new power he banished his brother from the fabled realm on bane of death should he return.

So now Asgard rejoiced. Not because Loki was atop the golden throne but because of a wedding. A forced wedding of course. To the Lady Sif. The denizen's stared on in awe as she joined the cunning trickster at the alter. None quite sure how she could marry him, but she had no choice. For if she did not wed the God of mischief, her friends would surely die in the prison Loki had built for them. She would not allow that. With Thor gone it was down to her to keep this realm safe and if marry him to stay on the inside was how she would do it. So be it.

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She didn't know how long the ceremony lasted, she just floated around in a daze, greeting her guests and beginning her duties as the new Queen of Asgard. As she stood above her people, her hand loosely holding that of her new husband, she felt heavy. Her skin was as pale as her dress and her eyes were sunken and dark. Together they sat and admired the entertainment set out for them until finally the hall cleared and Sif was free, of sorts.

She whipped her nimble fingers away from him the moment no one was looking and ascended from her seat. She turned her back and strode down the steps and out of the hall, towards the marital chambers she would now share with that vile man. She had no doubt he would follow in his own time.

Once behind closed doors, she yanked the crown from her head and threw it across the room, soon after tearing her dress from her form. Once bare she crumpled in front her mirror, staring at the shell of a woman. How was this her life now? The once formidable war goddess, a mere pawn in Loki's games. She still hadn't fully worked out her part other than saving her friends. She was convinced Loki wouldn't go this far just for that.

~~~

Darkness fell and Sif still remained upon the floor, her arms wrapped around her chest as she leaned back against the bed. She didn't look up when the door opened, knowing by the shoes who it was.

"Thou disappoint me Sif...." He taunted.

Sif ignored it. Staring ahead of her, watching a flickering candle he had now lit. She could hear him removing his attire, the chains of his armour hitting the floor, the heavy thud of his boots replaced with just his bare feet. He stood before her, holding out his hand. Slowly she looked up, he was as bare she was, he wore a smirk whereas she wore a look of loathing.

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His body slid against hers, his fingers tangled in her jet black hair, his hips thrusting hard against hers. She could feel his member filling her continuously, stretching her with each penetration. She shouldn't being enjoying this, she hated the man who was on top of her, he made her skin crawl; but she could not deny the pleasure he was able to create within her. It almost made her forget she didn't love him. Almost. For all his faults, this was the one act he seemed to have particular talent in.

He grunted and breathed heavily against her ear as his cold lips trailed down neck from her ear. Sweat began to cover them both, Sif trying not to moan from his actions but failing. His movements became more urgent, he was nearing his end. He moved his hands from her hair to her hips, where he gripped them tightly as he pummelled into her with quick succession until he stopped. Letting out a sigh of relief of he released his warm seed into her. She just laid there, breathing hard, quiet.

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She snuck out from the bed in the early hours to bath alone and wash the rancid feel of him from her skin. She hated how he was able to manipulate her when it came to acts of passion. A woman had needs. She scrubbed her skin hard, no matter how raw she made it, she couldn't wash him off.

"Why me?" She finally asked when he had awoken and joined her within the bath, much to her annoyance.

"Why not thee?" He smirked, moving closer to her.

She inched away but he grabbed her arm, pulling her to him.

"Thou art strong, and beautiful and although I detest thee as much as ye do me, thou shalt provide me with a strong heir."

"So that was thy game? To get a child from me for thy own security upon the throne." She scowled.

"Why else would I marry thee Sif? I certainly don't love thee....but..." He cocked his head to the side and ran his fingers down her body and in between her legs making her gasp. "....I could learn to."

"And if I can't..." She breathed lightly, feeling his fingers against her.

"I kill thee...."

"And if I do...what then?" She squirmed.

"I'll decide at a later date." He smirked again, dominating her with his soft fingertips.

He forced himself upon her once more, this time she knew his urgency. The more he swayed her into sex, the sooner he would have his wish.

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Months passed and although the maiden hated herself she gave into Loki, allowing him access to her whenever he pleased as well as filling out of her duties as All-mother.

She wasn't sure whether she was pleased or not when she finally told her husband she was with child. He smiled, a sly smile which told her he was pleased his plan was coming together not he would be a father.

He doted on her over the next 9 months. She knew it was not out of love but she appreciated it all the same, he was even there when she finally gave birth to his son. Yes son.

As she held him within her arms, she remembered what love was. Although he was brought into this world under selfish reasons, she would make sure he felt loved and certainly make sure Loki didn't use him any further.

"My son....." Loki proudly introduced him to the denizen's, and the newly freed warrior's three; their faces as glum as Sif's. "And my wife...." Loki raised her hand kissed it, and for the first time she saw something other than hatred in his eyes. Genuine approval? Or was he just finally happy to have a child not a pawn? She didn't know but that look calmed her. She had worried for her future now she had done her duty but now she felt partially secure that he would not kill her now her job was done. She smiled at him and bowed politely as a Queen must to her King, husband or not.

So once more, Asgard rejoiced for it had a new life to celebrate. A life cycle completed.

~~END~~