(Hello! Long time since I've posted and yes I am working on the final chapter to my Pepperony fic. It shall be done soon! Anywho, this is a little one shot I wrote for a friend. Just a bit of fun, really :] This was written in response to the story prompt: I will write a drabble about my character being drunk and your character coming to their aid. Fandral's reason to my Sif: "because you are always saving me...")

Saving You

Sif could drink just as much as the next Asgardian and being a lady, did not hold her back in any form. She would often visit the pub with the Warriors Three and the two princes after a battle or adventure. It was almost a ritual with them. The warriors would tell their tales, making them up to be far more than what they actually were, and Thor would, of course, add into the conversation. Sif would listen and smile at their antics. This was how they were.

This evening though, Sif's pride had gotten in the way.

The two Asgardian princes had not come with them this time. The warriors had been telling their tales and such when someone had made a rude remark about Sif. She immediately stood up, putting her hand on the hilt of her sword. The unsavory character taunted her with a slight smirk as two of the Warriors Three held her back. The man laughed and she could smell the thick stench of ale on his breath. "I challenge you, wench, to a drinking contest. Since we know men to be stronger, may the strongest one win."

If she were not being held back she would have run this man through for making such a false statement and for calling her a wench. Sif glared at the man with fiery determination in her eyes. "I accept your challenge, cur."

The man sat down and Sif ripped herself from the hold of the other two warriors, taking the seat across from the man. The warriors exchanged worried looks. This would not end well.

Any hour passed and both Sif and the man sat with many empty mugs before them. Sif was stubborn and would not give up, yet she was drinking herself into a drunken stupor. The man across the table raised a shaky glass to his lips, trying to force the liquid down. Sif raised her own mug in response, almost missing her mouth. The man fell over as Sif finished her mug and slammed it down on the table. Some cheered and others exchanged money as they had placed bets. Sif smirked, "And may thhh-at be a lessson, unworthy sw-wine." She went to stand and wobbled over.

Fandral quickly caught her and laughed slightly, "I believe you are quite drunk, milady."

Sif looked up at Fandral and smiled, "I am...not!"

"Come on, its best we get you to your chambers." Fandral wrapped his arm about her waist and helped her to the door.

"Fare thee well, common folk!" She threw her hand into the air and waved. Sif swayed back and forth on unsteady legs. Fandral did his best to urge her onward. He got her out the door and Sif threw her head back and laughed. She looked over at him. "I've alwayss thhought you, were rather dashhin'. The ver -y most dashing."

Fandral laughed a shook his head, "Really? Well, that is what I am known for."

"And you are damn'd well, good at it." She pointed her figure and shoved it at his chest. "Whoa!" She stumbled and he caught her in his arms. Sif laughed and Fandral grinned. She looked into his eyes and her smile faltered. Her lips parted and she leaned forward slightly, inching her lips closer to his. Fandral seemed unsure what to do. He closed his eyes about to oblige her with a kiss when he felt her head hit his shoulder. He opened his eyes and glanced over at her. She had passed out. Fandral let out a breathy laugh. He took Sif up into his arms, "For once I am rescuing you." He smiled, "Sleep well, milady."