Chapter One:
Tell Me How To Fix This

Past

As Sif stared into the mirror, she decided that this was absolutely the last straw. Loki had gone too far with his mischief. Where her beautiful golden hair had been, there in its place was short black hair. He was going pay dearly for what he had done. She felt like screaming, but she would not give him the satisfaction of hearing her displeasure. 'Oh, yes. He shall pay,' She thought to herself.

Sif dressed quickly and picked up her sword from its spot beside the door. She finds Thor, the Warriors Three, and Loki were she expects them. They were lounging in their favorite spot with a view overlooking the city. Thor and the Warriors Three were laughing at a joke that Thor had just told while Loki leaned against one of the pillars and continued reading his book. "Lady Sif, what has happened to your hair?" Fandral asked her upon seeing her. The others were as surprised as he was. The only exception being Loki, who still had not looked up from his book.

"Someone cut it off and enchanted it!" She hissed over at Loki's direction, who looked up at the word 'enchanted'. She scoffed. His obsession with magic and no doubt he was reading another spell book.

"Why Lady Sif have you done something to your hair?" He questioned, holding back the smirk that wanted to grace his lips. Loki closed his book and crossed his arms. Her fist tightened its hold on her sword.

"I know you did this, Loki, and I demand that you fix this now!" She demanded angrily, banging her sword against the floor.

"I'm afraid that I have no idea how this could have happened," Loki lied, setting his book on the couch. Sif dropped the sword and started to approach him. "Okay, fine! I cut off your hair and enchanted it. Just don't hit me," He admitted holding his hands up in front of him as Sif stopped in front of him. It was not a good idea to get into a fight with Sif as she had a tendency to always beat him.

"Loki, fix her hair," Thor stood up and began to try to persuade his brother to fix Sif's hair.

"That particular enchantment cannot be reversed!" Loki managed just before Sif swung her fist. Her fist collided with the pillar behind him but she stared in shock as her fist was going right through his face. "Well, that worked like a charm." Loki said from behind them. Sif pulled away her fist and Loki waved his hand. Sif looked back at the other Loki only to see that he was gone. She looked back to the real Loki and he seemed to be making a quick exit.


It had been several long days until Lady Sif finally appeared from her room. She was told of Loki's actions on the Bifrost by her friend, Thor. She wished to see no one afterwards and hid in her room to avoid everyone. She barely ate the food that her friends brought to her and cried most of the night. She hated to cry. It was a weakness, but she couldn't help it. She had been in love with Loki for over five centuries now. Their scandalous affair had never seen the light of day. Other than Heimdall, who could see everything everywhere, they had kept their relationship a well guarded secret from family, friends, and everyone else. She barely could look around her room without memories flooding into her head. Memories of the long nights they shared together, but he was gone now and Sif was alone. There would not be anymore stolen kisses in the corridors or the rushing to get out of each other's chambers in the morning before Thor and the Warrior's Three could decide to go looking for Sif.

He was a coward, Sif had to remind herself. He had willingly let go, falling to his demise as well as destroying the Bifrost. He was gone forever.

She had refused to go to Loki's funeral and as an Asgardian tradition, everything was burned. She cried even more at the sight of the smoke. Nothing left remained of him now beside the ring with his insignia on Sif's vanity. In the center, the gem changed colors to fit her mood. He had proposed to Sif a few days before Thor's coronation and she told him she would think about it. She wondered if this had unknowingly caused his betrayal to Asgard. He might have thought that her response was not the result of the chaos for Thor's coronation, but perhaps, for another reason. The mission to Jotunheim, afterwards, did not help either. He had told her once of his jealously of everything given to his brother. Did he believe that she was Thor's as well? She would have said yes, if only he had been a bit more patient. She had been in love with him after all and now, she hated that fact. Still, she kept the ring just so that she would something other than her memories to remember him by. She had even grown accustomed to wearing it on her right hand now and then for periods of time. Always wondering what would have happened if she had said yes.

It had been three days after Loki's funeral that Sif had left her room. Thor and the Warriors Three had found her in the training grounds and were surprised to see her out and about. They expected to see her decapitating dummies with her sword like usual, but today, she had opted for throwing stars and daggers instead. She had missed several times and became really irritated about that. She did not reply when they greeted her and threw another star at the poor dummy angrily. She missed once again and growled in aggravation. She threw her last dagger into the ground and walked over to where she had set her sword down. "Which of you will fight me today?" She demanded more than she asked. The Warrior's Three stepped back quickly so that Thor would be in front of them. They knew Sif was a force to be reckoned with when she was angry. Only two people had ever dared to fight her in such an angry state and it was usually Thor and Loki. However, Thor was not in the mood to fight. He was moping around now that he had no way to return to his Jane Foster of Midgard and still in mourning over his brother. Sif disappeared back into her room after no one agreed to fight her.

She had snuck out of her room earlier during Loki's funeral and into the library. She grabbed some books on weaponry to help pass the time and she stopped when she saw a usually empty bookcase full of books. Curious, she crept closer until she identified them. They were magic books. The books she had seen Loki read. Each of the books different from the last and he never read the same book twice. She grabbed a few of them, ones with ornamented covers that she always asked Loki about and he never answered. She wasn't sure if she would read them, but if she felt like it, then they would be there on the table beside her bed.

Sif would never say it out loud, but she missed Loki. She was constantly looking over her shoulder for someone following her along the shadows late at night, but the shadows never showed any sign of someone within her midst. She would sigh and continue on her way. He started to plague her dreams every night since the funeral. The few weeks after the funeral were long and treacherous. She had read almost every book in her ones. The exception being the few magical ones she had taken, of course.

Thor had suddenly stopped by one day and informed her that Allfather was sending him to Midgard to stop a war from beginning and he wondered if she would like to come and help him with such a task. She declined for the first time. He left later that day and she picked up one of the magic books.

They were unbelievably dull and boring. Always going on about experience and the likelihood of a spell succeeding. She found a spell to improve- well, more like, heighten- her ability to see, hear, touch, and taste. However, that particular one need a bit of magical ability and experience before she could use it. She continued to read through one about offense spells for many days and skimmed through the rest of the other books before she finally set one down and walked out of her room once more.

She paused when she saw a crowd of Asgardians hurrying toward the throne room and she followed them. She pushed her way forward through the thick crowd, ignoring whispers and hushed tones, until she was standing at the very front of the crowd next to the Warriors Three.

They did not greet her and merely glanced at her as she appeared next to them before looking quickly back to the center of the room toward Allfather and the throne. Sif followed their gaze to Thor, who was in the center. He was not alone. There was someone beside him, hands bound in pulsing yellow chains and a piece of thick metal across his mouth. Her heart filled with grief, anger and betrayal as she stared at Loki. His dark as the night hair smoothed back like it always was, but his hair was much longer. He had several bruises and cuts along the pale skin she could see. She looked up to see his face and he looked away from her as she did so. How dare he, she thought silently to herself.

There were more murmurs and fingers pointing at the second prince until Allfather banged his staff against the ground and the room fell completely listened along with the rest of Asgard as Allfather spoke of the second prince's crimes. Nearly destroying Jotunheim alone would have been cause enough for a severe punishment. Then, Allfather spoke of the more recent crimes and Sif's heart dropped when she learned that he had kill so many mortals of Midgard and led the Chitauri in an army against them. Her former lover really was a cold-blooded killer and she wished to see it in his eyes, to know if it could be true; Loki's face was still blocked from her view. The Allfather wished to hear what Loki had to say now and the metal piece across his mouth fell with a thick clang to the floor. He said nothing at first, merely observing everything around him until he looked in her direction. His eyes met hers and she couldn't see anything within the mask that he was holding, not a hint of mischief or a sparkle of amusement. His eyes moved downwards and then back up to her eyes. She crossed her arms against her chest as he started smirking. He looked back to Allfather and spoke.

"How I missed being the center of attention for yet another thing that I have done out of some misguided purpose. Always scolded, punished, and then set off to bed without supper. It's as if nothing has changed! Well, except for a few things." Loki began amusingly. "Well, that seems to be what we have here isn't it. I've done something wrong yet again and now I must be scolded and punished for it like a child. However, I am no longer a child. Surely, there must be a different way to resolve the problem like civilized men? How about a deal? If nothing of mine remains, then you are free to banish me from Asgard, Midgard, and any other realms you see fit, severely punish me with some horrible punishment involving snakes, poison and pain, disown me as your son and cast me out." He suggested first. "However, if I can find a single object that belongs to me, bearing my insignia, then let me stay here. You can punish me with something not so terrible if you feel like." He proposed. "And if you still feel like it you can scold me and send me off to bed without supper." He added.

There was an amused look on his face as if this was just a game, a con, a trick. Perhaps, he was planning some sort of trick. Sif had seen this face a thousands times over and over, but she wondered what he was planning here. Unbelievably, Allfather had agreed to such a deal. Surely, Loki must know that everything was burned when they believed him de- a thought popped into her mind. The ring which was on her left hand today since her right was covered in bandages from paper cuts. She had slipped it on and forgotten to take it off. It had his insignia on it.

"All of your belongings were burned." Thor announced to his brother. It was quiet for a very long time as they waited for Loki's response. He broke out into a full smile and laughed. A sincere laugh. One of the few she had ever heard from him. A wave of hushed whispers spread throughout the crowd as they thought the second prince had finally gone mad. He went to say something but started laughing again.

"Well, it seems as if you've missed something. Something very small and round." Loki chuckled and looked over to Sif. Sif quickly tried slipping the ring off of her finger but found it very difficult to do so. The stupid thing wouldn't budge. "Something that our Lady Sif has in her possession right now." Sif looked away from him as he spoke, still pulling at the ring. "Show them the ring." Sif stopped fidgeting and looked around. Everyone was looking to her and she felt herself shrink under their eyes. She kept her mouth closed and her hand hidden. "You didn't put it on did you, Lady Sif? Surely, you remember what I said when I asked you to hold onto it?"

She was tracing patterns across his chest when he reached over and grabbed something from a silver box from his bedside table. He enclosed it in his fist and whispered something she could not hear. He looked up at her. "Sif, I have something that I want to ask you." He shifted slightly, his legs still entwined with hers. She pulled the blankets closer to her as the air started to cool around them. "You-" He paused practically speechless as her eyes caught his. He looked down at his hand and then back up to her. "I care about you dearly. I think more than anything else that I have cared for in my entire life." He started, his free hand caressing her smooth dark hair. "You can leave me absolutely speechless. No one but you has ever done that." He confessed. "So I wondered if you would-" He stopped and tried again. "I could not dare to imagine a lifetime without you by my side or as another man's wife. So I wondered if you would be mine?" He held up the ring with a small smile.

"This is so sudden, Loki. I would like some time to think about it." She said to him. Asgard was extremely busy in preparations for Thor's coronation. There was little time for her to train let alone think with all of the chaos here in the palace. Loki's smile faltered for a moment before he smiled at her and kissed her on the cheek.

"Hold onto it while you think and if you will be mine, just put it on." He whispered in her ear and put the ring into her hand. "I have to go. There are some things that I have to help with for the coronation." He pulled away and dressed quickly. She admired the view and stood up as well to change. His quick movements slowed down and she smirked knowing that he was watching her as she pulled on her clothes.

Thinking back on it now, he must have gone to Jotunheim that day and made his deal with the Frost Giants. She pulled at the ring angrily and it still refused to move. "Of course, you realize what this means." He continued as Sif looked back up at him with a glare. "This means that you are mine-" He paused right before he added one word that would cause an outrage within Sif. "-forever." Sif lunged forward but her companions held her back. Loki laughed at her and more chatter passed throughout the crowd.

"Let me rip him to pieces!" She screeched kicking and hitting the Warriors Three. "I will get you, you manipulative little snake! I swear it!" She yelled angrily at him, the amusement clear in his eyes. "Your days hiding behind your brother are over!"

"Enough!" Odin shouted as he banged his scepter against the floor. Sif stopped fighting and looked up at Allfather. "Take him to the dungeons and escort Lady Sif to her room."


"Brother, come spar with us." Thor had demanded of him one morning. Loki merely crossed his arms and shook his head. It was all he could do to reply. He had been punished by Allfather for cutting off Lady Sif's hair and for enchanting it black when it grew back. His punishment was that his mouth was sewn shut and that only Lady Sif could cut it and allow him to speak once more. Her hair had already grown back to its original length but his mouth was still sewn shut and she continued to mock him for his newfound silence. Loki had tried several ways to get Sif to cut the magical thread including pissing her off multiple times but nothing worked. He was beginning to feel desperate. Later that day, he did find a solution, so to speak. It was a brilliant plan he thought as he read through the book once again and he went about putting the plan into action. At dinner, he sat in his usual place, next to his brother and across from Sif. A unusual smile was plastered on his face as he managed to sip his cup of mead through the thread across his mouth. "You seem unusually happy, brother." Thor commented on Loki's good mood and Loki shrugged his shoulders in reply, still grinning.

"Why don't you tell us what amuses you so?" Sif asked Loki, emphasizing the word tell, as she drank the rest of her mead. "Nothing to say?" She asked mockingly, not expecting him to reply.

"No, not really, Sif." His reply came from her. She slapped a hand over her mouth as everyone stopped to stare at her. It was his voice but it had come from her mouth. It was as if her mouth had moved on its own accord. She slowly lowered her hand and her mouth began to move again. "Surprise." She slapped her hand back over her mouth and glared at Loki.

Sif removed her hand and stood up. "If you would excuse me, I have to speak privately with Loki for a moment." She explained to her companions as she walked around the table and grabbed Loki by his collar, pulling him out of his seat and charged out the door with him in tow behind her.

As they continued down numerous corridors, Loki spoke again. "If you would release me, Sif, I know a place where we could speak privately." Her mouth moving of its own accord once more, she shot him a pointed glare over her shoulder. "Or not." She opened the door to her chambers and pushed him inside.

"How did you even manage to do this?" She hissed at him, closing the door behind her. "You can't even speak!"

"Potions don't require someone to be verbal." His voice felt out-of-place coming from her mouth. "There is a way for you to fix this." He added as he looked around the room.

"Oh, really? Tell me how to fix this." She demanded, walking over to him with her arms crossed in front of her.

"By the way, your chambers are lovely-" He mentioned, avoiding her demand.

"Tell me now or tomorrow, they will find you in pieces!" She interrupted him angrily, already annoyed that he was capable of making her speak his words in his voice from her mouth.

"Since you drank the potion, you have to speak my words until I open my mouth so that my voice can find its way to me." He explained to her.

"Open your mouth? This is just another attempt to try to get me to cut open your mouth-" She realized.

"-And unless you want to speak for me, then you will have to do it." He finished for her. There was an unsettling silence between them. She hated the silence.

Sif sighed in aggravation and grabbed the knife she always kept in her left boot. "I will get you back for this. Mark my words, Loki Silvertounge." Sif said, grabbing his chin roughly to hold him still. "I expect a sincere apology for what you've done to my hair once you can speak from your own mouth. Mother was in tears when I showed her my hair." She told him as she slowly cut each individual thread. "Even when I told her that I was training to be a warrior, I have never seen her so upset like she was over my hair. And I am not pleased that it grew back in this colour." She saw him to try smirk about it and she nicked his cheek lightly, drawing blood. "I still have a knife so do not dare try to smirk about what you have done." She went back to cutting the threads. "I hope you have scars."

"I won't." He replied, still from her mouth. "I have a few healing stones. The scars and wounds will be gone by sunrise." She nicked him again and smiled about it. "You really seem to enjoy hurting me. Why is that?"

"You cut my hair and enchanted it." She replied simply, grabbing his chin tightly.

"That's not what I meant." She cast him a confused look as she continued to cut through the threads. "You always spar with me before you spar with Thor and the others. Even if I try to say no, you always beat me up before you beat them up." He explained to her. "I want to know why you do so."

"I don't know-" She tried to say, but he interrupted her once again.

"You dare try to lie to the God of Lies?" Loki asked her, the tone in his question sounded almost as if his pride had been hurt. "Just tell me the truth and if you would like, then I will tell no one." He offered to her.

She was nearly done cutting through the threads. "Now, you lie." Sif replied in response to his offer.

"Will you just give me a chance and trust me? Am I really that bad?" He asked her sincerely. "It's not as if I made sure you hair wouldn't grow back, I just made it come back in the same colour as mine!"

"Fine." She sighed in frustration. "I will give you this one chance and if you tell anyone, you will be gravely sorry for it. First, you have to apologize and tell me why you cut my hair. No lying." She cut the last piece of thread and let go of his chin.

He opened his mouth and inhaled a deep breath. "I'm sorry." He said roughly since he hadn't used his voice in a very long time. Still, his voice had originated from his own mouth, and for that Sif was glad. "I am sorry for cutting off your beautiful blonde hair and replacing it with gorgeous black hair. I thought if I had cut it off and enchanted it, then you would have stopped being pretty." He told her as calmly as he could without letting his face flush in embarrassment.

"You thought I was pretty?" She asked in disbelief. "You like me?!" She exclaimed somewhat shocked and Loki felt his face flush.

"Will you keep it down?!" He hissed at her. "I'd rather not have anyone else find out. Thank you very much, big mouth." He retorted and turned away from her, heading for the doors. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to find something to eat. I'm starving." He announced as he opened her door and left.


Loki's cell was rather empty and all he really could do was lounge on the small cold cot that was the only decent furniture in said cell. He sighed boredly. Sure, he had a lot to think about, but on the other hand, he really didn't have that much to do. He sighed again. There had been a few visitors to come and relieve him of some of his boredom. Frigg, his adoptive mother, visited him each and every day, always speaking of old memories. Thor visited him once or twice during the week and always asking Loki why he did what he did. Loki never replied to Thor's questions but always changed the subject. It was a touchy subject. He had did what he had for a certain reason. One that Thor couldn't possibly hope to learn until Loki was sure that the timing was right and the timing was most certainly not right. Thor would just have to wait like the rest of them. "Is this all you do? Lounge about waiting for your punishment?" A voice said, stirring him from his thoughts. He had known she would come eventually. Even Lady Sif would be curious as to why he had done what he had especially since Loki hadn't told anyone yet.

He sat up on the cot and turned facing toward her. "I knew you would come. Of course, it is not important when and if you would come, but why?" Those are his first words to her since the day he arrived, since she threatened to rip him to pieces. She is quiet and he knows her too well for her to be this quiet. She hates silence. She always has. "Must I always do the talking or are you going to say something?"

She smiles at his last question. It reminds her of how he used to be before he led the Frost Giants into Asgard. This causes her to drop her smile. "Why did you lie to me?" She asks him. Her question is vague and she realizes this. "When you said you had things to help with for the coronation, you lied. You went to Jotunheim and you led them here. Why did you lie to me?" She gripped the bars to his cell tightly.

She notices his posture tightens and he looks away. "That is a question for when others are not listening in one's private conversation." He replies and Sif notices the guards stiffen beside her. He looks back over at her. "However, that is not the real question you came to ask me."

She looks over to the guards. "Leave us." She commands and they hesitate. "He cannot escape. I will be fine." She reassures them and they leave. Her eyes return to him once more. She's determined, Loki thinks to himself as he notices the fierceness and determination in her eyes. "You used me." She finally says, her voice cutting into the silence like her knife cutting into flesh. "You knew that I would keep your ring-"

"I didn't know." He interrupted her, standing up and walking over to the bars that separated him from her. "There was a chance you would keep it and a chance you would burn it along with the rest of my belongings. I hadn't planned on suggesting that deal until I saw the ring on your hand. I really didn't." Loki admitted truthfully. "How could I have known that you had kept it?"

"I kept it because I thought you were dead and now I must suffer for keeping it by being yours for the rest of my eternal life? How do you justify that?" Sif asked him, her grip tightening on the bars. "I can't take it off!" She yelled at him, angrily.

"You aren't supposed to!" Loki yelled back at her before he calmed himself down. "The day I gave it to you, I whispered something you couldn't hear. It was a spell so that once you put it on, you wouldn't be able to take it off unless I was dead or another situation arose." He explained to her. "Perhaps, you can recall why I gave it to you in the first place!" He yelled at her again.

"Of course, I remember why you gave it to me!" She responded, still angry at him. "You proposed and then you never waited for my answer! Perhaps, if you had, then I might have said yes and we would be celebrating a wedding instead of waiting for your punishment!" She let go of the bars and crossed her arms.

"Then tell Allfather to punish me already!" He hissed at her. "Why wait any longer? It is what everyone is waiting for so why hasn't he doesn't so?!"

"Because he wants to know why you did everything that you did!" She answered him, uncrossing her arms. Her hands becoming fists staying at her side. "You won't tell anyone! You keep it locked up inside you! If you just told someone- anyone- then your punishment would be decided! Instead you sulk inside your cell like you would if he had sent you to your room without supper! So if you want to be punish, tell me why you did it!" She screamed at him, ending her rant.

The guards came back into the room quickly. "Are you okay? We heard you screaming." One of them began, taking his original post once again.

"She's fine." Loki told them. He turned away from them and went back to his cot. "This conversation is over." He said as he laid down and turned his back to Sif. The conversation wasn't over. They both knew it but he had paused it for another time. He heard her leave, her footsteps echoing behind her. The guards had their back turned to him and he used his magic to call forth a double as he disappeared into one of the shadows within his cell.

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Sif was extremely aggravated when she entered her room. Her visit to Loki's cell was an absolute disaster. She sighed in frustration as she took her hair out of its usual ponytail. She walked over to her still open door and closed it, turning back around once she had soon. "Finally alone at last." She turned around quickly and saw Loki behind the door, appearing from the shadows. She drew out her knife from her boot, pointed it at him and he held up his arms in defense. "I am not here to harm you, Sif. I told you that I wanted to speak with you in private. He began, arms still up in the air. Sif did not reply and still pointed the knife towards him. "I only want to apologize-" Loki put his hands and took a step toward her.

"Stay right there!" She demanded and he stopped. "You think you can break out of your cell and into my room to just apologize for what you've done?" She asked, still angry at him.

"Although, I may not and most likely will not succeed in doing so, I can try." Loki explained. "You kept the ring I gave you-" Sif quickly interrupted him.

"I already told you. I kept it because I thought you were dead!" She hissed, moving towards him. "They burned everything belonging to you! Tell me how I was supposed to let go of what we had! I wanted just a small memory keepsake and now, I have to be yours forever!" She finished, stopping in front of him. Her knuckles stark white as she grasped the knife tightly.

"I asked you to be mine! If you did not want to be, then you should not have put it on! It was that simple!" Loki yelled back at her.

"If you had only waited until after Thor's coronation, I would have said yes!" She argued once more, stomping her foot angrily.

"If I had waited, then Allfather would have announced your betrothal to Thor!" Sif dropped her knife and stared at Loki incredulously as if seeing him for the first time. She could see the anger, hurt, and tears in his pale green eyes. "Tell me again how I should have waited for your answer once you became Thor's betrothed! Tell me how I could live through the rest of my eternal life after the marriage ceremony knowing I could never be with the woman I love! Tell me how much I would suffer as I would watch you grow to love him and bear his children! Tell me how utterly petty and selfish and jealous I am because I only wanted the one thing- the only thing that I had that wasn't Thor's yet! Tell me how I was supposed to let go of what we had!" He was shaking visibly as tears spilled from his eyes. His voice broke several times as he spoke. "Not even you can go against Allfather's decree once it has been made! I had to do something to stop Thor's coronation! He didn't deserve to win you so easily after the centuries I had taken to build up the courage to finally tell you how I felt about you!" He balled up his fists. "You have no idea how I felt when you finally said that you would give me a chance! I could have died right then and there! I was unbelievably a much better person when you were with me and you showed me a side that I never knew existed!" He stopped when he saw tears spill from her eyes. He slowly reached up and wiped away the tears off of her face before cupping her face gently with his hand. "I am sorry for what I have done but please, just answer me. Tell me: How was I supposed to just let you walk away?" He asked, his voice merely a whisper in the silence between them.

She thought it over as she looked into his eyes. The emotions he felt- the anger, the hurt, the betrayal- were still there, bubbling just under the surface. He had told her why he had sent the Frost Giants into Asgard. He had done it for her. She held her chin up high. "Get out of my room and back into your cell now or I will tell Allfather you escaped and he will make sure your punishment is far more severe." She said firmly. He pulled away from her without a word, disappearing in a wisp of gray smoke. She exhaled the breath she had been keeping in and reached up to wipe the tears that were falling from her eyes. He had done everything for her. He had just wanted to prevent Allfather from declaring her as Thor's. She took a deep breath and exhaled a sob. She raised a hand over her mouth and released another sob. Slowly, she dropped to the floor and drew her knees up to her chest as she cried through the rest of the night.

Thor was the first one to see Loki the next day. "Father has decided your punishment and he wishes to see you." Loki nodded and stood back as they opened the cell. They shackled him and Loki kept his head down all the way to the throne room. He looked up once he entered the throne room but he looked at no one. Allfather gave him one last chance to explain why he did what he did and Loki felt tears build up against his wish.

He bit his lip and decided to say something. "I-I did it because I am petty, selfish, jealous monster. Of course, I didn't realize how much of a monster I really was until you told me that I was not Aesir but a Jotun." A loud murmur swept throughout the crowd. "Yes, the wicked second son is a monster in both mind and body. However, no one really liked me in the first place so I can't exactly be upset over no one liking me now." He shrugged his shoulders. "I, Loki Laufeyson, am ready for whatever punishment Allfather seems fit to give me." He finished, his held high. The crowd quieted as they waited for Allfather to deliver the punishment. Loki expected any punishment. He expected to be cast out, to be exiled, anything. Anything except for-

"I, Odin Allfather, declare that you shall be stripped of your magic."


AN: Ah, the first chapter to my first Loki/Sif fanfic. I wanted to thank the readers for taking the time to read this. You guys are awesome! There was a lot of inspiration from other Loki/Sif fics. There were things that I liked about them and then there were things that I thought should have been differently so I tried my own hand at writing what I thought should happen after Loki returned to Asgard after what happened in The Avengers. My biggest inspiration for this is the scene when Loki finds out that he is Jotun and he yells "TELL ME!". That's really what made me want to write this and I'm happy with the way it turned out. Review, let me know what you thought about this chapter.