Grief

When ever they made love, it was sweet and gentle like Thor worshipped every inch of her body. Sif could his love with every caress.

Jane had been murdered by Loki, it seemed he had survived their previous encounter.

After that terrible news, they had retired to their quarters, all quiet. She understood his grief, the mortal woman Jane had been there for him when he was banished from Asgard.

As Sif dressed for bed, she stole glances at Thor, watching him undress down to his undergarment. He walked over to the window watching the sun set below the mountains as night fell on Asgard. The muscles on his back were tight with rage. She walked over to and wrapped her comforting arms around the thunder god.

´´Let´s go to bed.´´ she whispered. He silently complied

Sif waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness and turned to look at him. He lay on his back, eyes open, speechless. She wanted so badly to console him but the words wouldn't come.

Without warning he crashed his mouth on hers, kissing her ferociously, ripping off her nightgown. She gasped as he pulled his mouth from hers and began kissing her neck as he used his hand to open her legs ripping off her. She moaned as he bit down on her breasts as he made love to her.

An hour later they were tangled in a mess of limbs with Thor´s head on Sif´s chest. She was stroking his hair soothingly. He was fast asleep. Sif protectively put an arm around Thor.

´´I´ll always be by your side, I love you.´´ she whispered to his sleeping form.

THE END.