A/N: So this is my first ever fanfiction and I need all the support I can get to keep going! This is for all the Loki fans out there who want to follow. I will try my best to write the characters as cannonically as possible but please cut me some slack. Constructive Criticism is greatly welcome.
She Sighed
Sif was sitting on one of the chairs in the balcony of her chambers in the Midgardian Norway skyscraper the Asgardians had accepted as their royal palace. Being a shieldmaiden she had always had the privilege of having accomodations in the castle but she had never taken it until now, until Ragnarok had forced them all to leave their beloved Home and shift to this planet which was itself on a journey of self-destruction.
That doesn't mean she didn't like anything about Midgard, she loved how the sky here was of many shades opposed to Asgard's generic yellow and black at all times. Here sky was orange, blue, pink, grey, black, yellow and every colour you could find on a pallette. She liked the way birds sang here in the morning, she liked the black flat screen jn which you could watch plays anytime you wanted to. It was like watching little men and women perform live. But most of all, she enjoyed how women on this planet were almost free from all obligations she had encountered in Asgard while growing up, at least the ones she had met were.
She had meant to enjoy her free time before she had to go training as per the schedule. With the threat of an Infinity War, (that's what the green Titan woman had called it) approaching, anyone and everyone of any talent were to hone their skills.
She shifted her gaze from the sky (which was a soft eveing orange right now) to the green grounds where everyone of turn was training.
She glanced down at Thor where he was sparring with Valkyrie in the sports arena they were using as training grounds. She did not sigh watching them so close to each other. Which was odd because she always used to sigh. She sighed everytime she saw Thor brooding over Jane Foster. She sighed everytime Lorlei flirted with Haldor until it eventually got him killed, she sighed everytime Thor picked up a girl after a dance ball when he was just a prince. But now, for the first time in years, she saw the man she thought she loved with another woman and didn't internally sigh out of self-pitty and loathing. In fact, her breathing and her heartbeat both were as even as they could be.
Watching her King and her Lady Commander move together, both as skilled as the other in the art of war, moving so swiftly, swords geniusly cutting through the air making swishing sounds, as if it were a well-choreographed dance, she didn't feel the longing she once felt for Thor at all. All she thought was that Valkyrie's skill was commendable and it wouldn't be long before Thor succumbs to her ministrations unless he hits her with a lightening blast, which was against the rules of training.
She knew they were going to be together. Everyone knew they admired each other but themselves. When they fought, or talked or just stared at each other, one could use a needle to pierce the sexual tension. Moreover, her chambers were but a floor below Thor's and almost every evening she'd heard Valkyrie's roars of laughter as she narrated the tales of her adventures as an elite soldier of the Asgardian Crown. That would've been no less than spoken erotica for Thor. "Why don't they just tell each other already and get it over with? " She thought to herself.
It should've hurt her, but surprisingly, she thought, it didn't. And that knowledge was confusing as well as terrifying to her, and not the least bit liberating. She'd had many sleepless nights when Thor was with Jane,so why not now?
So she told herself that although Sif had respected the mortal's courage and intelligence, also her beauty, Sif couldn't quite admit having lost to a fragile and unskilled mortal, but Valkyrie on the other hand, was all Sif had ever wanted to be, she was the hero of the stories she had read growing up, the very reason she had wanted to become a Shieldmaiden, the consolation she gave herself everytime she lost a sparring match and was laughed at for fighting like a girl, a reminder that women can be and ARE the strongest fighters.
So, seeing her king with her idol wasn't as unnerving as she'd expect. It was natural, if anything. Or at least that's what she tried to tell herself. All this effort, simply put, was to remind herself that her lack of resentment for Valkyrie was, in no way connected to a certain raven-haired prisoner she used to visit in the dungeon cells. She also, right here, reminded herself that she used to visit him in the royal palace prison, risking treason, just so that she could get answers out of him for Odin, torture him with her taunts, and somehow hurt Thor for choosing a mortal over her, and not because she felt a sense of empathy for him, because she wanted answers of her own. And the third and the last thing she reminded herself was that Odin was dead because of him, she had not been there for her people when Asgard needed it's Shieldmaiden the most as she was sent for trivial jobs on various realms by him posing as the Allfather, and she was alive because of him when all her friends were dead. She hated Loki of Asgard. And she hated herself for not seeing right through his disguise. Hadn't she wasted enough time with him in the dungeons to know him just that much? Wasn't that the very plan? Or was that a plan or just an excuse?
Her eyes, on their own, glazed over the various avengers training with one-another. The android training with the Maximof girl, Iron Man with the metal arm man, and Insect man with the Bird Man. She had trouble remembering all the fancy names they had given themselves. Smirking at their absurdity her eyes finally settled on that very raven haired psychopath who had suddenly majestically decided to side with the protectors of the very planet he was hell bent on conquering just years ago. How could they have let him? Why was Thor so blind when it came to family? After all he was the reason Odin died, Hela was unleashed and Ragnarok happened! Wasn't it? Why had they let this trickster loose? That selfish cunning monster! Why not just throw him in a prison?
There he was! Training with Agent Rogers and Agent Romanoff, holding himself up just barely against the Super Soldier and Skilled Assasin, but holding himself up nonetheless. She watched as his hair flicked when he blocked a well placed blow from Cap as he used his left leg to attack Widow's torso, the way he smirked at her when she went flying off the ground metres away and slammed herself against Pepper Potts ,(who by the way was again here to yell at Tony Stark for upgrading her make-up box into being a voice controlled mini parlour with hands that would do your make up for you). Both the ladies hit the ground hard, but went completely unnoticed by the busy, sparring Avengers who's fights were heating up.
"Mortals are so light " , she thought, completely denying Loki the appreciation she'd have bestowed upon anyone else for that quick thinking and swift execution. She reminded herself that he wasn't worth her attention and she didn't mind him at all. But as she saw Cap run to help Pepper up, Sif also saw how Loki approached Widow. With his signature smirk still well placed and his arrogant,suave manner of walking as he sashayed throuh the air, looking all (handsome?!) "ANYTHING but handsome... pale faced dark Volturi of the Twilight play" Sif thought to herself. (She had recently watched the Twilight marathon on HBO that weekend...everyone has a Twilight phase okay? ). GODS she hated him whenever he used to smirk and sashay (which was all the time) .
And when he offered his hand to pick Widow up, and said something to her with that sickly smirk still plastered on his face, and when Widow smirked back at him and begrudgingly took his hand as he pulled her up, when they accidently bumped into each other for a split second because of the misjudgement (or too perfect a judgement) of the pulling force by Loki, when this was followed with a sly smile by both of them, Lady Sif of Asgard, without a soul in the world, including herself, noticing, completely involuntarily, sighed.
A/N: So here it was! The first ever chapter of my first ever fic. I hope you liked it. I promise it's going to get a lot more interactive very soon after I established both Loki's and Sif's honest feelings about each other. I will be uploading the second and third chapter tomorrow and the day after and the next one only after I get at least five reviews so that I know that it's worth it. Please be kind to me and come back for more. Patience bears great results!