If there was one thing still right within his world, it was this. Sif still tasted as she should, her scent was unchanged, their bodies still fit together perfectly.

Loki nipped at her lips, though there was nothing at all teasing in the movement of his tongue. He tilted his hips to rub rapidly hardening length against her slit, another soft sound escaping him at that friction. He released one of her hips, slipping that hand between them to stroke at her with his fingers.