"Remember, you will only be invisible as long as you're holding my hand so whatever you do don't let go." Loki whispered the words of a more complex invisibility spell as he twined his fingers through Sif's.

"Did it work?" She could still see him clearly and when she looked down she could see herself as well.

"Yes, we're inside the spell so it won't affect us." He started to open the service door but paused, "Don't let go, promise?"

"Promise." And with that the pair slipped unseen into the chamber. Loki tugged Sif along gently as he weaved them through the throngs of guests. He wanted the best possible view of the magic his father would perform, that was the reason he was here after all. Well, that and the fact he couldn't stand to see Sif upset; seeing her cry had unnerved him more than he cared to admit. Binding magic was a powerful thing and love was the strongest catalyst. The amount of power the ceremony promised was enough to entice any young sorcerer, or so Loki kept reasoning to himself. He had worked their way around the room until they stood just a few feet from the groom. The room suddenly grew still as the bride entered looking positively radiant. The ceremony started, Sif gazing rapturously and Loki clinging to every word.

"Do you this lord as your constant companion…"

"Loki," Sif hissed, "Thank you, you really are my best friend."

"…for better or for worse…"

"Just redeeming myself for last week." He quipped under his breath, but her words meant more than she could possibly know.

"…regardless of the obstacles we may face together?"

"You'll always be my friend right? Even though you are intolerable sometimes I'd miss you if you weren't."

"…as long as you both shall live?"

"Always, Sif; I promise."

As the elves' lips met there was a small explosion of gold sparks and the audience sighed collectively, it was a truly beautiful moment. Sif turned her head to give her Loki a quick peck on the cheek. It wasn't something she did often, indeed it was something she never did, but he deserved a special thank you for bringing her here. Loki turned to look at her in the exact same moment, intending to ask how long she wanted to stay. The unexpected movement caused an inexperienced Sif to miss her friend's cheek and catch him squarely on the mouth. They pulled back almost instantly; Sif horrified, Loki shocked, and both blushing extensively. Loki's eyes got wider as he stared at Sif. The girl's beautiful long blonde hair was slowly turning to raven black. It started at the roots and crept down until not one blonde stand was left. Loki panicked. He muttered the first spell he could think of and without warning the two friends tumbled to the ground in the gardens.

"Sif, your hair!" Loki sputtered as he broke their connection to run both his hands through the newly darkened locks. They were as black as his own.

That night, after the delegation had departed Loki peeked into his Father's study. "Father there, uh, well it seems there is a slight problem…" He trailed off as Sif entered the room behind him. Odin glanced up from his reports and gasped at the state of his ward's hair.

"What is the meaning of this?" He asked his voice was dangerously low and he sent a suspicious glance towards his son, these tricks were getting a little out of hand.

"Well, All Father I was with Loki and-" Odin cut Sif off before she had even started her explanation; he had heard all he needed to hear.

"Loki, while you may be a prince you cannot just enchant members of the court. Now report to your rooms. Without. Supper."

"But Father-"

"Now!"

Loki sat alone on his bed. He wouldn't say he was sulking, princes didn't sulk, oh no he was meditating on the unfairness of it all. There was a rustle at his door and he hurried over and snatched up the paper that had just slid under it.

Loki, I am really truly sorry about what happened. I don't know what happened to my hair but I don't think you enchanted it. The All Father was really mean for punishing you. Please don't be mad at me! If you still want to be friends meet me in our spot after lessons tomorrow. You have to come though because you already promised we'd be friends forever… I really am sorry you got in trouble.

P.S. I like my hair better this way, it's like yours!

Love Your Best Friend,

Sif

Loki smiled and placed the letter in his breast pocket, close to his heart.

Fin.

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