Dinner Room Brawl
Sif rested below a tree in the garden, she was trying to forget about Loki sleeping with another woman. He was her husband and she knew that she hadn't been the ideal wife, but, he hurt her. She didn't know if she should say something to him or just leave him to do as he pleased.
Perhaps she should go speak to Thor, or Fandral or another one of the warriors three. But since she got married she hadn't really talked to any of them. That made her a bad friend ya but she had been dealing with a lot.
She got up and headed into the palace. Odin was still in a deep sleep and Thor had relinquished all claim to the throne and Loki was sitting comfortably as king. It was Loki's palace, it was such a weird thought. She walked towards the dinning hall, it was a place where any noble was welcome to come and eat during any night of the week. The servants were setting up in the adjoining kitchen but none bothered her as she walked to the head of the table. Hanging over it was a large portrait that Loki had had painted of the two of them.
Sif turned and went to her room, she pulled out her trunk of clothing. She pulled out several gowns but they all seemed very worn or she had worn them as a child and they no longer fit. She pulled on a simple shirt and pants and headed out to the shops.
"Lady Sif," a shopkeeper greeted as she walked into the dress shop. "I never would have thought you'd come into my little shop," the woman was absolutely flattered.
"Yes well I need a dress, well several dresses." Sif fidgeted nervously as she stared around the dress shop. "Some nice ones, at least three green ones. He likes green," she muttered the last part more to herself than the dressmaker.
"I have some great selections in green, dark or light?"
"How about a few of both and I'll choose my favorites. Is that ok?"
"That's perfect your highness," she said merrily and grabbed a few dresses from the racks. "Come right this way to the fitting room," she led her to the first dressing room. "Try this one," she handed her in dress after dress. When all was said and done Sif had picked out ten different dresses, three in green, two in blue, two in red, one in yellow with orange as well, and two in purple.
She took the dresses home and put them carefully in her trunk. She kept one dark green one laid out on her bed. She stepped into her large tub and washed her body quickly as well as her hair. Afterwards she dried her hair and then started the long battle with it. She was only about fifteen minutes late when she walked back into her bedroom and slipped on the green dress. It had two thin straps that hugged her shoulders just barely, almost falling off, the straps had diamond jewelry on them and the diamonds continued on the top of the bust cutting down the middle and then spidering out around the waist. The dark material then draped elegantly around her legs, she wore silver heels underneath the dress.
She looked at herself in the mirror and barely recognized the curly haired woman in the lovely gown. She smiled because looking beautiful past recognition was part of the plan.
She strolled down the hallways and remembered one last thing that would complete her outfit. She walked to the throne room before going to the dining hall. She took her tiara from the case it sat in in case they ever entertained an audience and she was present. She strutted from the throne room and walked into the dining hall. She pushed the big double doors open and all eyes turned towards her. She walked past the staring masses and to the head table.
"You're in my seat," she said to Amora who sat beside Loki at the head table.
"Excuse me?" Amora said with her disgusting mouth full of food.
"My seat, this seat is reserved for the queen. I'm the queen, move," she said very pointedly.
"I'm eating, I have my plate of food," she motioned to it.
"Move or so help me I'll flip the table," Sif straightened up just a little bit.
"My darling," Loki stood from the table. "You look divine," he walked towards her. "I've never seen you so stunning save for our wedding day."
"I'm glad you like my dress darling," Sif smiled at him. "Now I'd like to sit beside you for dinner tonight my love." She tilted her head to the side adoringly.
Loki could see that Sif was slowly walking him back into a corner. "Darling Amora is a dear friend and she simply wished to keep me company while you were absent for dinner," he smiled his charming, winning smile.
"But I am here," she stepped closer and placed her hands on his chest. "And I'd like to eat beside my husband." Loki was about to speak when he looked out and noticed the entire dinning room staring at him in anticipation.
"Servants," he snapped, two suddenly appeared. "Please help Amora relocate to the guest table," Loki placed a hand on Sif's back. "Come my love," he led her towards the chair, which Amora was currently being removed from.
Sif smiled victoriously as she sat beside Loki and took his hand in hers as she waited for her food.
