Thor stormed into the throne room, Hogun and Volstagg following the prince like two puppies.
Sif and Fandral were standing in front of the kind and queen, Sif's head was bowed as Fandral spoke.
"Please, your Highness, I do believe the lady may marry whom ever she pleases-"
"What part of 'arranged marriage' do you not understand, Fandral?!" Thor's booming voice cut in as he strode up to the blonde warrior.
"What respect does it show to her? Marrying you? You don't deserve her!" Fandral shot back, standing up at full hight to match Thor.
"I am to marry Sif, that is what was decided so long ago when she first became a warrior. That was the deal."
"Deal?! Now she is one whom we make deals off of?!" Fandral cocked his head to the side slightly. Sif sighed and ran her hand through her hair. This all could have been avoided if her All-Seeing half brother, Heimdall, hadn't told her and Fandral off for stealing a small moment a few nights ago. They had only kissed. Just once. Well...maybe not just once. But Sif was, technically, engaged. Unofficially engaged to Thor. And Asgardians were very strict about who they committed to. Once married or engaged it was scandalous to be caught with anybody else. That's exactly what happened. And Thor, for one, would not be quiet about the matter.
"Now she is mine, you have no business being alone with her!" Thor's voice rose, his eyes alive with some cross of madness and possessiveness over Sif.
"You have no right to say who she can be alone with!" Fandral took a step forward, now standing between Thor and Sif.
"Yes, of course I do. She is my fiancé!"
"Shouldn't we ask the woman of subject how she feels upon the matter?" A new voice cut in, and everyone looked to the other side of the room. Loki was leaned against the wall with his arms crossed and eyebrows risen slightly.
"I mean, we are all talking about the Lady Sif, correct? Should we not see how she feels?" His cool voice filled the room.
"No, this is a matter between myself and your brother." Said Fandral. "There is no need to suck Sif deeper into this."
"But shouldn't I have a say in whom I marry?" Sif spoke up for the first time since Thor came in.
Everyone got quiet, then turned to Odin. Who was calmly sitting on the throne.
"Well, this was part of the deal. You, Sif, may become a warrior if you commit to marriage with the eldest prince of Asgard. So, in theory, if you are to not marry Thor...I would have to take away your privilege of being a warrior." Odin said in his hard voice.
Sif looked down. Never had she thought she would have to choose between a man and battle. She could continue being a warrior if she married Thor...but she would have to leave Fandral.
Thor and battle. Or Fandral and no battle.
Fandral's eyes went wide. He was sure she would choose being able to be a warrior over being with him.
Thor only thought of what Sif and him could do together. A pair of amazing warriors, who are also happily married. No,not happily, because Sif wouldn't be happy. She would miss Fandral.
All of Asgard had anticipated Thor and Sif's marriage. The two had been friends since they were young children. There had even be a time where a very young Sif would follow the older prince around. Amazed at the whole of his being. She, being younger than him, had always thought of Thor as a marvel. Someone with that much power would be to anyone.
Sif looked back up at Odin, then turned to face Fandral and Thor.
Thor glanced back and forth between Sif and Fandral.
Fandral kept his gaze locked on the goddess.
"I will...need time to decide." She said shortly.
The prince looked to the ground, then back up.
Fandral gave a nod, his hair bouncing on top of his head as he did so.
"Take your time, milady." He said before adding a smile. God, that charming, beautiful smile that alone made Sif smile a bit as well.
Thor got frustrated. He could practically feel the female warrior slipping from his grasp. Just for good measure, as she walk by him on her way out of the room. The prince lifted her hand and pressed his lips to her knuckles.. Sif gave a small smile and continued out.
But this only fanned the fire in Fandral's mind. So, he dashed to catch up with Sif, and right at the frame of the door, he pulled her close and kissed her lips.
Thor leg out a grumble and once the blonde warrior had pulled himself away from Sif, he stomped forward and pulled Sif along from her arm. Then once outside the throne room, he kissed her.
Sif, who was flustered enough as is, gasped as the prince now pressed his lips to hers. She pulled away.
"Really?! Must you do that?!" She looked from Thor to Fandral, who had run out after them after he saw them kissing.
"Must you both be reduced to childish acts to...to, what? Impress me?" She said, her eyes wide and face as red as Thor's cape.
"We will talk tomorrow." Said the goddess, not giving either of the men time to answer. With that, Sif turned on her heel and strode down the hall and back to her chambers. Not Thor or Fandral followed, they just exchanged glares and went their separate ways.