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Misunderstandings

Sometimes, Sif really loved the fact that Heimdall was her brother, and that he indulged her enough to humor her in reporting when Loki returned to the palace. She’d been even more upset when she’d been released from the healing rooms to find him gone, worried when she’d had no word from him, no visits, nothing.

She’d wracked her brain, trying to think of a reason why he might be avoiding her now, but was hard pressed to come up with one beyond the troubling thought that maybe he’d tired of her. Maybe he did believe her too large a chink in his armor, too great a weakness. She didn’t want to dwell on that, had tried her best to keep from fretting on it, although as the days stretched out, it became harder.

So when word arrived from her brother that Loki was currently in the throne room with Thor, she held off joining them, heading instead to Loki’s private chambers to lie in wait for him. She sank down behind one of his worktables, making herself comfortable as she waited. And if one of his overly large tomes hid her mostly from view… well, that was his fault for having such large books in the way, wasn’t it?

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She earned a laugh from him, but it wasn't the sort she'd been striving for. Her thumb brushed against his cheek as she studied his face for a moment before she leaned in, closing the distance between them and pressing her lips to his in a claiming kiss.

"Don't fret anymore tonight, love, she murmured against his mouth, her hand sliding back around to tangle in his hair, tugging him close. She wasn;t going to let him run away. Not this time.

"There will be time enough for that still tomorrow," she added, then kissed him again, deeper this time, inviting him in with a slide of her tongue.

He no longer had it in him to fight, not when what he really wanted was Sif, always. Loki fumbled the half full glass of wine over to the table next to him. It fell over, but he found he didn't particularly care.

Loki leaned into her, hand come up to rest lightly against her neck. He delved into her mouth with his tongue, almost tentative at first, as if somehow unsure of his welcome.

She didn't know what had made him suddenly so uncertain of her, but she had every intention of setting it to rights before the sun rose again. Her fingers tangled in his dark hair, nails brushing lightly at the base of his scalp as her lips parted against his, teasing him, enticing him. She knew him well after all this time, knew how he liked to be kiss, knew how to draw him in deeper. And she unashamedly used everything she knew of him now. She deepened the kiss, a soft sound escaping her as her tongue tangled with him, leaning into him as she kissed him.

Loki shuddered, his fingers moving against her skin. The movement of her tongue drew a soft sound from him, and he caught her arm with his other hand, tugging her closer.

Would she still want him in this fashion if she knew? He had to wonder at that. Though perhaps it wouldn't matter, soon. Everything would be all right, order restored. But even more, he wanted her, as if losing himself in Sif would let him escape everything that plagued him still.

Those thoughts drove him to kiss her more urgently, teeth pressing against her lip.

She let him tug her closer, going willingly. More than that, she pushed back, nudging him back amongst the pillows as she stretched out atop him. One hand remained tangled in his hair, clutching him to her, while the other snaked down against his waist, wanting to he as close as possible. Her lips parted, deepening the kiss, adding a hint of demand to the press of lips and tongue now, hungry for more. She'd missed this, missed him, and it felt as if an age had passed since she'd had him here, like this. It added a hint of impatience to her demands as she gave a quiet whimper at the press of his teeth. She returned it with like, an edge to the kiss as she nipped at his lips, breath coming harder now.

Loki gasped softly into her mouth, breath hitching as she moved on top of him. His hands slipped down to her hips as he kissed her with increasing urgency, tugging her upward to fit them more tightly together. Heat had already begun to build low in his belly, his member beginning to stir against her where they were fitted against each other.

Sif gave a pleased sigh against his lips as she shifted atop him, going eagerly when he tugged her up. This at least was familiar and told her more than his strange actions and cool words had done in days. There was still heat here, still want, and she played off that, shifting against him teasingly as she tormented them both with the heated slide of skin on skin. Her legs parted until she straddled him, pressing him down among the pillows, claiming his urgent kisses, giving in to the heat building between them and indulging in what they both wanted.

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.

Sif rose up above him with a breathless moan, her body moving in time to the movement of his own, mirroring him. She shifted her hips, changing the angle, and felt him slip into her. She was already wet and impatient for her, and it dragged another low moan from her throat, strained and breathless as she took him deeper, riding him from above.

"Loki...."

That movement drew a moan from him; he closed his eyes as he moved more deeply into her, fingers flexing against her hip.

"Sif," he whispered, as if it was a revelation. "I am yours." That was what mattered, he told himself. As long as he was hers, the rest didn't even signify.

He kept his hand against her, fingers teasing lightly over her clit as she rode him.

She smiled, sinking down on him and bending her head to catch his mouth in a kiss once more, body moving at a pace they'd both set, relentless, eager.

"As I am yours, love," she murmured against his lips, her voice breathless, breaking off into a moan as his fingers teased her, urging her hips faster still, needing more of him.

"Always," she whimpered. "Loki... please..."

There was no small amount of desperation in the way he kissed her back. He wanted to erase everything he'd felt over the last few days, all the confusion and turmoil and hatred, and replace it with this.

He wanted her harder, and faster, as if somehow that would drive everything else away. Feeling frustrated, feral, he grabbed Sif in one abrupt movement and rolled them so that he was on top.

The thrust into her harder then, pressing as deeply as he could, and bent to bite her shoulder. Still, he had the presence of mind to slip his hand between them again, playing at Sif's flesh because he needed that too, to hear her want out loud.

Sif cried out as he rolled them, going willingly, her long legs wrapping about his waist as she bucked up to meet his thrusts, taking him deeper. her own movements were wilder now, losing some of the maintained rhythm she'd had until now, but she didn't care, because her world had narrowed down until he was the only focus left, the movement of his body above hers, inside hers. She met his thrusts with abandoned, near frenzied when his fingers found her clit once more. Nails raked lightly over his shoulders as she arched up with a keening cry, body trembling as pleasure washed over her.

Those sounds she made only spurred him on, though he couldn't maintain such a hard pace indefinitely. Loki clutched Sif tightly against him as he came, his breath forced out against her shoulder by a hard wave of pleasure. He shuddered, pressing deeper for a moment before he finally relaxed.

The movement one of habit, he turned his face to press a kiss against her neck.

She was boneless and sated beneath him, skin flushed and a contented smile slipping across her lips as she panted softly for air. "Mmmm," she hummed out, breath puffing up to ruffle the damp bangs that had fallen over her brow. Her eyes fluttered open, dazed and warm with affection as she smiled at him.

"Well, that was lovely," she murmured with a happy sigh, rubbing her cheek against his own as she wrapped her arms about him and dragged him down atop her.

"Have I reminded you today how much I love you? And that's not just the magnificent sex talking, either."

Loki laughed softly, though the sound had nothing to do with humor and everything to do with how overwhelmed he felt. He wrapped his arms firmly around her, pressing his face at the place where her neck and shoulder joined.

"I love you as well," he said softly. He didn't say such emotional things often, but it seemed important now, as if that, too, could salvage all that had gone wrong.

"I know," she smiled softly, affection in her tone. Her fingers combed through his hair, soothing, the gesture almost absent, but it relaxed her as well, reassured her.

"Feeling any better, dearest?" she murmured, turning her head slightly so she could press a kiss to Loki's brow.

Loki smiled, his eyes slipped shut as he nuzzled her skin. "Of course. You've certainly chased any thought of bad dreams from my mind, that's to be certain."

He sighed, fingers moving lightly against her side. "I have missed you. Never think that I have not."

"Well, I may not be as great a help as the wine, but I do enjoy trying," she murmured with a smile, long fingers still stroking through his hair.

She kissed him again at his admission, her arms tightening faintly about him. "It is good to know, all the same," she replied, her voice still soft. "I feared you blamed me for what happened."

Loki laughed. "No, you are far more intoxicating than any wine."

He shook his head. "Never. I know well who to blame for what has happened. There has just been... much to deal with."

"Flatterer," she teased him, laughing quietly as she nuzzled against his shoulder, hiding her smile in his skin, although she was certain he could still feel it and hear it.

When he shook his head, she pulled back a slight bit, just far enough to cup his face between her hands as she met his gaze, her own turning serious. "Darling, not everything must be dealt with by your hands. You don't have to do everything alone."

Loki sighed. "There are things only I can do, because I know when it is not time to fight. And I'm quite adept at hiding." He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling tired. "It will be over soon enough. I will rest then." He turned his face into Sif's hands, wishing that it really were so simple.

But perhaps it would be, once the war with Jotunheim was seen to.

"Except this time, it is you who is not trying to discourage the fight," she pointed out softly, for this was the biggest oddity she'd seen of him yet. Still, if he thought Jotunheim was really so great a threat...

Sif gave a quiet sigh, still cupping his face as she leaned into kiss him once more, slow and sweet. "Rest now, love. There are no dire tasks that need your attention this night. Relax, and sleep. I will be right here to guard you from unpleasant dreams any more tonight."

Loki closed his eyes tightly, hand curling against her side. Why did she have to speak of this again? He rolled away, onto his back, rubbing at his face with his hands. "I wear the coat of a spy today, not that of a diplomat. I cannot change what I have seen."

He sighed, shaking his head and closing his eyes. "I must away early in the morning. There's more I must know if I'm to grasp the situation fully." He did find her hand, lightly squeezing it. "But I believe no unpleasant dreams will trouble me."

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