Invaded

Sif inhaled deeply as she walked from the training ground to the palace of Odin. She was honored enough to have a room in such a lovely place ever since she had been welcomed into Thor's group. The kindness Odin had shown her had displeased her parents, not wanting her away from the house. But in honesty her parent's home was too far from the palace for her to travel and see Thor everyday.

The guards of the castle doors greeted Sif kindly as she allowed her thoughts to shift to Thor. She and Thor were a subject she both liked and disliked thinking about. While she recently allowed herself to think of Thor in a less friendly matter since he kissed her the other day. What they were was still a bit of a question mark to them both but he often allowed her to sit on his lap now while watching the others spar and waiting for their turn.

Sif walked to her room and removed her sweaty practice clothes and walked into her bathroom where she ran some hot water waiting for it to heat up. Her entire walk Sif had failed to notice the shadowy figure following her. This did not change as she sat nude on the side of her large tub waiting for hot water. Once the water was finally heated she corked the large bathing tub and watched the several spouts pour in water. She sighed airily as she slipped her foot into the bath. The warm water always had a way of washing away her stress.

"Hello lady," a serpent's voice called.

Sif gasped and quickly brought her arms up to cover her bare chest. She looked around her bathroom but saw nothing. Cautiously she lowered her arms and dipped into the half full bath. The water was truly miraculous as it washed away the fear she experienced just a moment ago. She dipped her head under one of the faucets to get it wet, while she did so her eyes were closed. She ran her hands over her now wet locks to remove loose droplets.

To her surprise someone grabbed her hands and forced them back around the faucet. Sif's eyes snapped open as she felt chains encircle her wrists. They were wrapped around the faucet several times and therefore made Sif moving her arms impossible.

"That's a much better view than before," a voice cooed.

Sif's eyes quickly went from her trapped wrists to the owner of the voice. "Loki!" she yelled. "Release me this instant!" she demanded.

"Ah poor Sif," he cooed giving her a sympathetic look. "Trapped and vulnerable, but no I will not release you Sif," he glared. "First I believe I will entertain myself, then perhaps I shall let you remain living."

Sif's eyes went wide as he threatened her life. She had never taken Loki very seriously as a fighter but with her hands trapped like they were, it would be no contest.

"Now Sif let's see what kind of fun we can manage." Sif watched in horror as he removed his clothes from his body. Never in all her long life had she fantasized about Loki's body. Never had the thoughts even entered her mind. She was not as innocent when it came to Thor but never had her thoughts drifted to Loki. She was appalled when she found that she was surprised by his naked form in front of her. He was well endowed and he was not unattractive like she may have wished. But those facts aside she still did not want him to have any part of her.

He crept into the water and approached her. "If you cooperate this could go very smoothly," Loki offered. Sif didn't dare say anything but she glared at him in disgust. "Come now I could make you a real woman," he cooed. "I could show you kinds of pleasure you never even dreamed about."

His left hand found the creamy skin of her hip and traced soft circles. "Don't touch me!" Sif hissed losing control of her tongue and jerking her body away.

"Now that's no fun," Loki said, his hand found her hip once more but instead of the gentle circles he had attempted previously his sharp nails dug into her flesh. She cringed a little but didn't cry out. Sif had to remember that she had dealt with worst than Loki.

"Perhaps I can persuade you," Loki said his right hand coming up and cupping her chin in his hand. He attached his mouth to hers and when her head turned away his grip on her jaw became crushing. She couldn't move away from his persistent lips so instead she closed her eyes tightly. She tried to imagine Thor, his surprisingly chapped lips and his tender way of kissing her. It was to her shock that she soon took notice of Loki's lips, they were soft and full, they had lost their dominating side when she had introverted. His tongue slid from his mouth and she was surprised it wasn't forked. He slid it along her bottom lips, how dare he Sif thought, feigning innocence by asking her to open her mouth. When she clamped her lips firmly shut Loki drew back in frustration.

Sif wore a victorious smile as she saw his frustration. Her smile only served to anger him further as he drew his hand back and whispered something, a spell it seemed. In his hand a whip suddenly materialized. He smirked wickedly as he brought it down upon her body. With each stroke she cried out, she had never known a warrior to fight with a whip and it's sting was unfamiliar. He only lashed her three times but it was enough that when he kissed her again she opened her mouth to him. He slid his tongue inside and Sif was disgusted by his taste and how he explored her mouth, like he was invited in. Her rage surged once again and took control of her body. Her jaws clamped shut like iron gates around his tongue and he howled in pain. His left fist connected with her temple and the surprise blow forced her to release him as she slumped to the side.

Loki drew his tongue into his mouth again and growled at Sif. "Defiant winch!" he howled. He grabbed her silky hair in his hand and pulled roughly. She groaned and looked at him. "Your chances of surviving this are getting lower," he snarled at her. "I'll give you one chance to make up for that little indiscretion," he glared evilly at her. He summoned the whip he had before and whispered something else turning it into a thin bladed sword. "Sif," he hissed. "How would you like to make up for it," he held the sword to her neck.

She gulped and her lip quivered while her mind raced to find a suitable way to make up for it. "I, uh, tongue," she said nervously and opened her mouth just an inch or so to accommodate his tongue. He looked at her warily and leaned to her face, sword still in place, and stuck his tongue out for her. She cautiously stuck her own tongue out and caressed his tenderly. She gently coaxed his tongue into her mouth and sucked sensually while moving her tongue over his. Her lips were like silk on the throbbing flesh. Loki's eyes fluttered closed and he moaned lightly at her ministrations.

She finally released his tongue and he pulled back. "Excellent work," he purred to her. His hand cupped her cheek almost lovingly before it moved down and touched her breast. Sif flinched away from his touch and cringed.

"Loki, stop, please, these kinds of activities are reserved for married couples or people in love. We aren't any of those things Loki," Sif pleaded.

"Maybe you aren't," he hissed glaring at her, his happy and pleased mood gone.

Sif looked at him surprised, "Loki you, like me?"

"I have liked you for years Sif but all you do is dote on my idiotic brother," he groaned in frustration.

"Your brother is no idiot," Sif insisted. "I am sorry that you have liked me all these years but, I don't know what to say Loki. I didn't mean to hurt you by liking Thor but I can't change my feelings."

"I know," Loki said suddenly seeming much taller than Sif. "But that doesn't change what I came here to do," he said. He lowered his hand beneath the water and cupped her shaven folds. He ran his fingers along it and Sif twisted and pulled against her restraints trying to get away.

"Loki stop!" she yelled.

"No!" he bellowed back and invaded her forcefully with two of his long slender fingers. Sif cried out in discontent as his fingers began curling inside of her and searching her as no man had yet to do. His other arm suddenly wrapped around her waist and pulled her lower body from the water. His fingers continued uninterrupted as he felt himself become more excited for things to come. When he was finally so hard he could barely stand it he removed his fingers from her. She gave a strangled cry of relief mistaking the ordeal for being over. He moved in between her legs and she opened her eyes again to see him hovering over her.

"Loki please don't," she whimpered feeling defeated and dirty. "Please I could never marry if you," but her pleas fell on deaf ears as he shoved his hardened length into her. She screamed and pulled roughly against her restraints. Loki was groaning and mumbling her name while she resided in her own piece of hell. He finally reached satisfaction and pulled out of her. She sobbed softly as he snapped and dissipated from the room. The chains followed only seconds after and she fell into the pool of bloody water. She walked over to the drain and uncorked it allowing the nearly overfilled bathtub to begin to recede. Then with nothing left to do she filled the tub once more and started scrubbing at her skin.