bladesofasgard | 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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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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