'I'll kill you for this. This is a lie too far, Loki.'

'My dear Lady Sif, I don't think speaking to your King like that is such a good idea. I could so easily banish you as Thor has been.'

'Banishment would be a blessing compared to this! Odin the Allfather wanted peace, you have brought war upon our heads! Asgard does not need your trickery, Loki!'

He stood from his throne, stepping down to her level.

'It's always going to be Thor, isn't it Sif? I heard you, telling the Warriors Three that I have always been jealous of Thor. That's not true and you know it.'

'This is not about Thor. This is about you and how you are destroying the peace between worlds!'

'You're wrong. This is everything to do with Thor. First my father chooses him over me and now you. But of course, Asgard's warrior maiden would choose the strongest, someone to spar with. You are wasted with my brother.'

She stepped close to him and hissed, 'your brother is kindhearted and pure. You- you are tricky, treacherous, cunning and cruel.'

'And you-' he countered '-you are just as cruel as I. You knew you were destined for Thor all along and still, you let me believe-'

'You cut off my hair, Loki. My beautiful gold hair is gone because of you. A part of you has grown in its place. I hate you for that.'

'Do you? Can you honestly say you hate what you have become? You were a silly, simpering child with everyone fawning over you because of your hair. When I cut it off you were so enraged… there was a fire in you I'd never before witnessed. You became the warrior you are today because of me. I remember you sneaking onto the training grounds under the guise of a boy. Do you think I did not notice? I remember Thor treating you as an underling because you were not strong. He treated you as he treated me and by Odin you hated it. I could see it in your face, spoiling for a fight. Do you think Thor would treat you as he does if you had not proven yourself then?'

'Loki the liar. It was not you who fashioned my temper, but me. I was sick of sitting on the sidelines, like you. I wanted to fight. But you are stupid to believe I did not catch you practicing magic while we sparred. Why do you think I would not fight you? You would not fight fair.'

He laughed. 'Indeed, I would not,' he raised his staff, 'I take your powers, as Goddess of War, from you. As the God of Mischief and your King, I decree that you will have mortal blood until you have proven your worth to me.'