Sif bit her lip as she laid in her bed, staring at the ceiling of her chambers. She awaited the knock that she did not know would come. Anxiously she got up, pulling her night dress close to her body as she stepped onto the balcony, the moonlight glistening off the fountain in the gardens. A rhythmic knock came at her door, startling her. She grinned as she ran to the door, opening it slightly, the tall figure slipping inside, making sure he wasn't followed. She pulled at his shirt, dragging him inside.
"My lady your impatience is flattering" his classic smirk spread across his face.
"Oh hush Loki" she laughed as she rolled up on her toes, wrapping her arms around his neck. He grinned, his emerald orbs glittering in the moonlight. He gently kissed her, her insides fluttering. He ran his hands down her body and picked her up, wrapping her legs around him. Never breaking the kiss he gently laid her on the bed she relaxed against the sheets, pulling his shirt over his head. She tossed it across the room giggling lightly. She ran her hands over his chest, making him shiver. He kissed down her neck and chest, his hands exploring her body. She closed her eyes, inhaling sharply as he kissed just beneath her ear.
Sif awoke early the next morning, his warmth radiating. She snuggled into his chest, an arm and leg draped over him, his arms wrapped around her protectively. She watched him sleep peacefully for a short while, eventually kissing his forehead and getting up. She looked herself over in the mirror, his shirt hanging on the knob of her wardrobe. She dressed herself, inhaling the scent of his shirt as she slipped it over her head, tucking it into her leather trousers. She slipped outside, walking happily towards the great hall, voices of her comrades echoing down the hallway. She sat down towards the end of the table, sipping ale and filling her plate. Her appetite had increased due to the activities from the previous night. She ate quietly, laughing and listening to the stories she'd heard at least a thousand times. Footsteps entered, her gaze focused on the fruit on her plate. The noise died down, eventually a dull whisper. She looked up, raising an eyebrow. She noticed the tousled black hair of her lover, his smile unmistakeable.
"You are in good spirits brother" Thor boomed, ripping at a leg of turkey.
"Indeed" his voice cool and calm, his eyes flashing around the table, eventually meeting hers. He smirked and subtly glanced at her shirt, shaking his head. She glanced down at the loose green fabric, popping a grape in her mouth.
"I assume you bedded a beautiful maiden?" Thor's attempt at a whisper failed miserably. Loki's face flushed as he nodded, biting into an apple. At the end of the table Sif almost choked on ale, coughing. All eyes on her, she blushed, heat rising in her cheeks.
"Are you alright Lady Sif?" Fandral, who was sitting beside her gently patted her back. She nodded gratefully and thanked him.
For the rest of the meal she sat quietly, hoping no one noticed the perfect timing of her episode.