Fandom: Thor (Avengers~?)
Pairing: Loki/Sif
Pairing type: Romantic
Prompt: Accusation
It was Sif who originally crowned Loki "The Liesmith." It had been a childhood taunt, but the name stuck. Loki argued that the title applied equally to Sif herself, but nobody took him seriously. Sif didn't have Loki's reputation; after all, she only ever lied to him.
Accusations were constantly flying between the two of them. Sometimes they were valid; more often they weren't. When they were children, Loki accused Sif of telling Thor that Loki had broken a prized relic of Odin's, but she hadn't. Sif constantly accused Loki of stealing her toys, but he didn't. Loki accused Sif of pushing him down in the mud, to which she could only smirk. That one she had done.
In their adolesence, Loki accused Sif of being in love with Thor. She had fiddled nervously with her rings and asked how he had known. The hurt in Loki's eyes startled her, and brought a responding accusation to the tip of her tongue, but she let it die there. It was better if she didn't know.
As adults, Sif accused Loki of being a bad king. Loki got upset and sent a giant robot after her – and Thor, but mostly her. Part of him might have been retaliating on behalf of the little boy who got pushed in the mud.
When Thor brought Loki back to Asgard in chains it took two weeks before Sif came to visit him, but she did. She stood outside his cell – a prisoner's cell, not at all fit for the prince – and glared at him. She stood with her shoulders thrown back, her arms crossed over her chest, her feet firmly planted in a warriors stance. In contrast Loki sat with his legs crossed in front of him, shoulders hunched, elbows on his knees, looking up at Sif and waiting for her to speak. Her face spoke of anger, his of amusement. They sat in silence for the longest time, Sif's grand prepared speech about disloyalty and betrayal forgotten at the sight of her long lost friend.
"You were dead," she said simply.
Loki smiled. "I wasn't, in fact."
Sif set her jaw and shook her head. "Your brother, your mother, they wept for you."
"And you?" Loki asked, rising slowly to his feet. "Did you weep, Lady Sif?"
Sif stepped forward and wound her hand around one of the cool iron bars. She shook her head again, slowly, and looked up at him with dark eyes.
"You're cruel, trickster."
"Me, cruel? You wound me. I think, my lady, I shall not take your words to heart considering the fact that I am not the one who took a fortnight to visit an old friend."
Sif narrowed her eyes. "Loki -"
"I suppose you had previous engagements."
"If you're seeking an explanation -"
"Spare me," Loki hissed. "I'm sure you have something lovely worked out to say to me, but I'd just as soon skip the performance if you don't mind."
"You left me," Sif spat back at him. "So I left you. To rot down here like the rat you are. Save me the sob stories, Thor's told me what you've done."
Loki smirked and stepped forward. He brought his hand down to cover hers where it still grasped his cage. Sif shivered at the contact – she had forgotten the coolness of his touch.
"What I've done, what I am, it's all irrelevant. You still missed me."
Footsteps echoed through the corridor, and Sif quickly pulled her hand away from his. Loki's eyes narrowed briefly before a smirk broke out across his face.
"They're coming to make sure I haven't murdered you, then?"
"And to bring you dinner," Sif added, shifting her weight uncomfortably between her feet. "Mostly the former though, yes."
Loki rested his cheek against the bars of his cell and looked at Sif with a softness she hadn't seen on his face since they were very young.
"Will you visit me again?"
The footsteps got louder, and Sif nodded quickly.
"I will." She pushed herself up on her tip toes, and could just barely reach to press a light kiss against his cheek. He blinked as she pulled back, speechless for the first time either of them could remember. A smile ghosted across Sif's lips, and she stepped away from him just as the guard's shadow appeared against the wall.
"Welcome home, Loki."