My first crack at Thorki. I'm a bit afraid because I'm not sure I have the characterization down. I tried my best and hopefully it'll still be somewhat enjoyable to read.

Originally this was going to be posted as a single oneshot, but it just to an unmanageable size, so I decided to split it up into six installments. Here's Numebr One.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

One.

Thor shifted his arm, alternating between clenching and relaxing the hand that was curled around Sif's shoulder. They were seated on the large sofa in his family's living room, more than halfway through whatever movie Sif had picked out and he still hadn't managed to move past the awkward cuddling stage – something that they had mastered within their first week of dating. Sif had already made the first advance at the start of the film, scooting from her position on the other side of the couch to hesitantly curl up beside him. Thor had immediately made room for her, wrapping an arm around her, and she had laid her head against his shoulder and, well, here they were.

He was annoyed at himself. It was a rare opportunity for him and Sif to be alone. Odin and Frigga were attending a dinner party and had, surprisingly, allowed Sif to keep Thor company holding down the house and watching over Loki. Loki, of course, had taken one look at Sif and had quickly deduced, as no nine year old should have been able to, Thor's intentions, making himself scarce.

Sif was Thor's first girlfriend and first 'everything', as far as handholding and quick pecks were concerned. They had both been looking forward to taking the next step in their relationship – more serious kisses, touches that strayed past shoulders and faces – and yet it was so unbearably awkward to do so.

He wondered if it was because Sif was a childhood friend that he was more accustomed to tackling into dirt rather than gently pressing into a sofa. Maybe the romcoms his mother forced him to watch had lied and best friends didn't actually make for best girlfriends. But that couldn't be it because Thor couldn't think of any other girl he would want as his girlfriend. Sif was great. She liked sports and she was funny and she wasn't afraid to tell Thor he was being stupid. And she was certainly pretty enough; her straight, black hair was a point of fascination for him.

"Thor."

He started at the call of his name. "What?" he asked, tilting his head down to face his girlfriend.

"The movie ended," Sif said.

Looking back at the screen, he realized that he'd been staring blankly at rolling credits for at least five minutes now. He had no idea what they had been watching. "Oh," he said.

"Yes. Oh," Sif teased. She giggled: a nervous, high-pitched sound so different from her normal full laughs. Thor found he didn't quite like it.

Easing out from under his arms, Sif arranged herself on the sofa so she could face him fully. He followed suit.

"So…" he intoned.

Sif rolled her eyes and then, in a quick movement, reached forward and pulled him into a rough kiss. Thor winced when their noses bumped together, but tilted his head approvingly after he realized what was going on.

At first he concentrated on controlling the movements of his lips, still unsure of his kissing technique, but soon he fell into a natural rhythm and his mind was free to explore other possibilities. He tried to entangle his right hand in Sif's dark hair, but was largely unsuccessful as it was tied into a pony tail as usual. He frowned a little, but decided not to risk her wrath by untying her hair. Instead, he transferred his hand to her waist. Sif's own hands tightened their grasp on either side of his face, so he thought she might have liked that. He was just contemplating migrating his hand either upward or downward when suddenly the room vibrated with rolling thunder.

They jumped apart, eyes flying open to pitch black darkness. Thor wondered how long it had been since the lights had gone out. He hopped off the sofa to look out the window and realized that it was pouring rain out. Lightning flashed ominously in the night sky and something brushed against his side. Jumping a little, he turned and was aided by another flash of lightning to see that Sif had come to stand beside him.

"It doesn't look like I'll be able to leave anytime soon," Sif said. The smirk that graced her lips was full of flirtatious intention. Her fingers brushed teasingly across his chest, but he stepped away.

"Thor?"

"I must check on Loki," he said, already heading for the stairs. If he had been looking, he would have seen Sif standing stock still, gobsmacked.

"Thor, really?"

Thor threw a frown over his shoulder. "Yes, really. You know how he is about thunder storms." And admittedly, Loki had stopped seeking Thor out for comfort since he'd turned eight, but Thor knew it was not because he had grown out of the fear, but because he had heard their father telling their mother that Loki was too old for such things. Thor had made it a point to go to Loki instead.

There was a silence in the room after the last roll of thunder had faded, so Thor could hear the sigh Sif emitted. "I do know," she remarked as she followed him up the stairs.

They found Loki hidden under a mountain of blankets ("I was making a Fort!" he insisted) and Thor wrapped him in a warm embrace while Sif distracted him with tales of their mutual friends, Fandral, Volstag and Hogun's most recent misadventures: Loki's favourite type of bedtime stories.

Thor and Sif never officially broke up, but within the next few days their relationship returned to a close friendship rather than a romance. Neither minded overmuch.

/End One.

Midnight's Violet Haze

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