Author's Note: Takes place in the span of, and directly after, the movie Thor.
Disclaimer: I don't own Thor. If I did 78% of the movie would be dedicated to these two and no one would watch. Probably. I don't know. Would you watch?
For Corruption is a Trifling Thing
He tells her this: "I will have you as mine."
He tells her through lips and teeth bared clever in a kiss that might have stirred her warrior's heart, if she only were ignorant.
Still his lips brand cold and familiar and unwarranted, his hands a marvel to debase the elves of yore, and she knows in that moment that if he had chosen corruption then she would choose it too; but then it could be a hoaxing of character, it could be that the lure of challenge remains even now the sole foe she cannot defeat, it could be that power is a thing perversive even to gods, and she yields further.
He doesn't seem real—fleshed or warm or alive—when he kisses her. His fingers ruin her hair, trace evil shapes into her scalp, crowns which he would steal for her head; his breath diffuses too cool into her skin like frost, even and shallow and estranged from a wicked mouth that whispers, whispers, nothing and everything between her savage teeth.
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She doesn't believe it when he tells her that he will win her.
She doesn't believe in a sentiment that cannot live, a tree without roots. She doesn't believe in the promise of harmony which the kingdom claims will come with the new dawn, with the crowning of a prince. She knows better than that.
She doesn't believe it when a little girl asks her in a fairy's voice if she loves Thor. She doesn't believe in love.
She doesn't believe Loki can win. She doesn't believe she can let him. She doesn't believe in herself.
She doesn't believe in him.
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But when he disappears, she draws her blade and thrashes violently in her beautiful prison—a palace room singing with gold and glory, a throne of spiteful splendor—and screams: liar, liar, liar.
Post-note: Short and choppy—I hope not unseemly so—but the style suits the purpose, I think. Not sure about the lack of line breaks. Should they be there? Let me know if you have an opinion.
I see Sif as quite reckless and eager for challenge. She wants someone to level her, but her mind and her body are contrasting forces. Even without all of the subtle plays that she and Loki had throughout the movie Thor, I think their pairing works so well because Loki is every bit the foil of the expectation we know Sif despises, the written path; it's the reason she chose to defy tradition and become a warrior. Loki is that challenge she seeks, in my eyes. But always, to each their own.