So, I wrote a series of mini one shots for Sifki week over on Tumblr a few weeks ago. Thought I may as well post them here as well. They're separate stories for each day's prompts, but they all fit together to tell a larger Sif/Loki story. The day's prompt is the title of the chapter.
Lace
Her lace was exquisite, only the finest was fit for the future Queen of Asgard. The white lattice adorning her dress glistened like sunshine on rain drops, an enchanted waterfall cascading down her back. A wedding gift from the Elvin Lords.
She had always been beautiful, but now she was breathtaking as she walked down the aisle. No longer the fierce shieldmaiden, but a resplendent goddess, burning as hot as the summer sun. Even Sol the sun goddess was jealous.
All eyes followed her in awe, even Loki's, though he had tried so hard to look away. Her smile was bright, stride strong and her head held high, but he could see a sadness within her eyes. Or perhaps it was just his foolish pride.
She caught his eye when she reached the dais, parted her lips to speak words meant only for him. He did not look away quick enough, knew the image of those three words on her beautiful lips would haunt him forever. I love you.
She bowed her head and was beckoned forwards by the Allfather and Loki stepped forwards with her. He could feel her gaze upon him, hot and fierce and challenging, a silent plea. But Loki did not dare turn towards her.
The Allfather spoke and silence fell across the crowd, raising to whispers when she did not answer. The question was repeated and still she hesitated; waiting for him he knew, but there was nothing to be done. Sif had always been destined to marry Thor.
He did not look upon her until her gaze fell away from him, towards the crowds as she walked back down the aisle. He had no choice but to fall in line behind them, their hands clasped lightly and held high. She was lost forever from him now.
If she had ever been his to lose.