Chapter 2

Sif awoke the next morning, her body covered by green silks sheets. She gasped, pulling herself upright.

She didn't have green silk sheets. Her sheets were midnight blue.

Her eyes trailed to the sleeping man to her right, and she let out a loud gasp.

"Oh, my god!" She cried.

"Ugh, do you mind keeping it down; my head is killing me," Loki muttered, burying his face into his pillow.

"Loki, get the hell up!"

Loki, sluggishly, picked his head up and looked over at her. His eyes widened at the sight of her. "Oh, my god!"

"My words exactly!"

Loki sat upright and stared down at the sheets covering their bodies.

"This didn't happen," he said. "This couldn't have happened."

"It did."

"How?"

"We were drunk last night, weren't we? My head hurts as well."

Loki ran his hands through his hair, trying to comprehend exactly what was going on.

"If you tell anyone, I will kill you," Sif threatened, pointing a trembling finger at him.

"The same goes for you," Loki snapped.

There was a knock on the door and Loki and Sif both flinched.

"Yes?" Loki asked.

"Loki," Thor called. "How long are you going to sleep?"

"My head hurts, okay? From last night. I think I'm going to just sleep for a little bit longer."

"Oh, okay. I'll guess I go if Sif wants to wake up," Thor said.

"NO!" Loki yelled.

"What is the matter?"

"N-nothing; it's just Sif drank just as much as I did last night. I'm sure she wants to continue to rest as well… You know?" Loki ended with a slight laugh.

"Yes, I understand. Well, I'll see you when you decide to come out."

"Yes, alright."

Thor's footsteps receded.

"That was a close one," Loki muttered.

"Tell me about it."

"You better get dressed and to your chambers before anyone sees you."

"Right," Sif said, quickly grabbing her clothes off from the floor.

"Sif, I really am sorry for what happened," Loki said as she pulled her hair into a ponytail.

"What's done is done," she told him. "As long as nobody ever finds out about this. Let's just go about our business as usual."

"Meaning?"

"Let's just forget this ever happened."

Loki shrugged. "That's easier said than done, Sif! I mean, I've seen too much of you, to be honest. Not that it wasn't…" He cleared his throat nervously. "…enjoyable. However, you and I know both know that we are no shape for any type of relationship seeing as how we…"

"Despise each other?"

"There it is!"

Sif shook her head. "I'll see you around. And by the way, it wasn't so bad for me either." She winked at him.

"Get out!" He snapped throwing a throw pillow at her head; it nearly missed her and hit the door as she closed it behind her.

Loki left his chambers around midday.

His mouth was dry, and he became very jumpy whenever someone addressed him; he kept thinking that they knew what had happened with Sif the night before.

"How could they know?" He asked himself. "It was one night, and if Sif hasn't said anything, I'm sure no one knows."

"Look who's finally up!" Thor cheered, waving at Loki from the table.

"What's wrong with you?" Volstagg asked.

"Did you have a wild night?" Fandral laughed.

Loki flushed. "What on Asgard do you mean by that?" He squeaked.

"Well, you did drink an awful lot," Fandral explained. "You looked as though you were having a good time during the celebration."

"Oh, well, yes, I suppose I did. My head is still a bit sore. Last time I drink like that," he muttered.

"Good afternoon, Sif!" Thor said when Sif entered the room.

As if on instinct, Loki spun around to meet her eyes.

Their eyes were on each others for a few seconds before she broke the connection.

"Good afternoon," she said.

"How was your night?" Fandral asked.

"What did you say?" She immediately growled at Loki, whose arms flung up into the air as an act of innocence.

"He told us that he had a pretty wild night."

"You did what? I told you not to say anything!" She started hitting every inch of him she could reach.

"Oh, so what if he shot a few insults at you?" Volstagg asked.

Sif blushed deeply. "Oh… Well, it's rude!" She lowered her hands. Loki pursed his lips in annoyance and rubbed the sore spots on his arms.

"What did you expect?" Thor asked. "Anyway, we're going to spar; you coming with?"

"I'd love to, but I don't think I should because of all that wine," Sif said. "But, I'll catch up to watch."

"Alright, then. Loki?"

"I'll be there in a few minutes," Loki responded.

"Okay! Let's go, guys!"

Thor and the Warriors Three left the room, eager to start their training.

Loki glared at Sif. "You need to calm down. You almost ruined everything."

"Well, sorry!" She sighed. "Fandral has a way with words!"

"You sure you don't want to spar?"

"My head doesn't hurt as much, but I don't know…"

"Suit yourself."

Loki turned and was about to leave the room when he heard footsteps quickly following him.

"Alright, I'll do it!"

When they reached the sparring grounds, they saw that Hogun and Fandral were up against Thor and Volstagg.

They were laughing loudly, but doing their best to guarantee their victory.

"Haha!" Thor laughed loudly when Hogun was thrown onto the ground. "You think you can beat the Almighty Thor?"

"Yes," Hogun said, grabbing Thor's ankle and pulling him onto the ground with him.

"Hey, can I join?" Sif asked.

"You feeling up to it?" Fandral asked.

"Sure am!"

"Okay, come on!"

Sif grinned and jumped into the battle.

"Loki, come on!" Thor said, indicating for his brother to join them.

"I'll watch for a bit," Loki said, sitting down.

Hogun let Sif take his place as he splashed water all over his face.

Loki watched them fight.

His eyes were drawn to Sif, the way her body moved gracefully even when in a fight.

Beads of sweat were dripping down her face, down her arms.

Loki's face was heating up. His thoughts were drifting to last night.

While fighting, Sif put her hands to ponytail and tore the hair tie off, letting her silky, black hair flow freely.

That was the last straw for Loki.

His nose erupted with blood.

Before anyone could see, he clamped his hands over his nose and got up.

"Excuse me," he mumbled.

"Where are you going?" Thor asked.

"I've got to… nothing."

"Is your nose bleeding?" Fandral asked, squinting.

Loki rolled his eyes and lowered his hands to reveal the blood flowing from his nose.

"What happened?" Volstagg asked, running to him to examine. "You weren't fighting or anything."

"It matters not how it happened," Loki muttered. "Someone give me a handkerchief."

Thor dug into his pocket and handed Loki a handkerchief.

"Thank you," he said, wiping the blood from his nose.

"How did this happen?" Thor asked.

Loki, involuntary glanced at Sif, but thankfully no one noticed but her, as everyone else's eyes were on the god of mischief, who was still dabbing his bloody nose.

"I don't know how it happened!" Loki snapped. "It just happened."

"Thinking something perverted, were you?" Volstagg asked, winking at Loki and nudging him with his elbow.

Loki's blush deepened. "T-that's not the case at all! Mind your business, Volstagg! Excuse me!" He stormed out of the training grounds, the handkerchief firmly over his nose in case it started bleeding again. Thank the gods that it didn't.

"Loki!" Sif called, running after him and cornering him in a hallway.

"Just please leave me alone," he said. The bloody handkerchief was clamped in his fist.

"What happened back there?" She asked, ignoring him.

"My nose bled. You saw, didn't you? Or have you gone blind?"

"I know it bled," she whispered angrily. "I'm just wondering how? Your nose just exploded out of nowhere?"

"That's pretty much it!"

"I don't believe that! Did you hit yourself or… was Volstagg right? Were you thinking of something perverted?"

"Sif, I can't stop thinking of last night. I know we were drunk, but I can remember everything now. Seeing you fight them, sweat running down your skin. Your black hair falling over your shoulders..." He shuddered. "I'm sorry. What have you done to me, anyway?"

"Me?" She asked, full of shock.

"You just had to go to my chambers!"

"It was an accident!"

"This is all your fault, you know."

"How is it my fault?"

Loki smiled and shook his head, as if he couldn't believe she was asking this. "If you hadn't gotten drunk, this wouldn't have happened!"

"What about you? You were drunk too!"

"Yes, I was, but I had reason to drink as much as I did."

"You were jealous of Thor," she said. He hated that it was a statement, rather than a question.

He stopped and glared hatefully at her. He took a deep breath and said, "Yes, I was jealous. What's your excuse, goddess of war?"

"You were angering me all night! And it was a celebration! However, if you hadn't been a huge jerk, I wouldn't have drunk as much as I did!"

"Oh, please," Loki scoffed. "It was a celebration."

"True, but I know my limits when it comes to celebrating," she said.

"We're both at fault," he sighed. "I just wish this didn't happen! Things are way too socially awkward now. And I still hate you."

"I still hate you," Sif told him.

"Good to know it hasn't messed up our priorities."

She laughed, and so did he.

"I know it's difficult," she went on, "but let's try, try, to keep this a secret. I don't want the others finding out."

"And you think I do?"

"I know you don't. I'm done with sparring. I'm going to just hang out here."

"Okay. I'm just going to my chambers," Loki said. "Hopefully alone this time!"

"Shut up and go!"

He smirked as he walked away to his own chambers, his mind still full of Sif.