Forgetting you - chapter 2

It wasn't that he no longer wanted to think of her, it was that he never saw her and had began to forget her, a true case of 'out of sight, out of mind.'

She was training, he was studying, the only time he caught a glimpse of the now raven haired beauty was at banquets, royal balls or council meetings. Loki, now no longer a boy, had discovered the ways of fulfilling his needs as a man.

Sigyn, the shy, awkward red head from court. Sigyn and Loki had began a sexual relationship since the winter feast. He didn't love her, nor was he attracted to her, but she was infatuated with him and was subserviently pleasing him when loving, soft Loki was fading like a shadow, it scared him. He knew how he treated her was wrong, but he no longer cared what others thought, what was it to them?!

It was a cold morning, Sigyn's naked form nonchalantly rose from his green satin sheets and began to dress, she new her place, which was good, she never out stayed her welcome. She was average height, average looking, with large brown eyes and auburn/red hair, her skin was fair and slightly freckled, her lips were thin and her nose too pointed for his liking, frankly, she bored him, in there very brief conversations, all she did was moan about the other women in court.

"I might see you tonight at the feast?" She asked in her usual monotone voice.

Loki sighed, "Perhaps"

"Well, goodbye then"

"Goodbye Lady Sigyn" Loki said, in a very formal tone.

The day passed fairly quickly, he bathed, completed some research on a potion he had been working on and found himself getting ready for the feast that night.

Dressed in his usual gold and green attire, Loki swept his thick, shiny, black hair back and made his way to the feast. Awkwardly, he found himself sat next to Sif and Thor, Thor, who already seemed slightly intoxicated, couldn't stop himself from asking personal questions through out the duration of the meal. Loki could tell it was going to be a long night, and to make matters worse, Sif looked absolutely ravishing and was sat only inches away from him.

'So I hear you and Sigyn are close now, she has been warming your bed is that so?!' Thor jested, rather loudly, he could see the disgust in Sifs eyes.

'A gentlemen never tells brother, but of course, you wouldn't know'

'Ahh come now brother, I only joke with you, you were always so easily offended'

'And you always had a way with discretion, clearly. And what of you? Still competing with Fandral on who can bed the most ladies in court?'

'Fandral is losing miserably if there was ever such a battle, I could have any women in court or any warrior, isn't that right Lady Sif?!'

Thor had gone too far, and Sif was furious. Slamming her cup down, she stood up briskly, 'if you'll excuse me, I need to freshen up.'

Sif stormed out, Loki thought he almost saw a tear in her eye. 'You go too far brother, Sif is a warrior, not some foolish girl from court, tonight you questioned her honour.' Loki stated, calmly.

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Sif found herself slumped against the large alabaster pillar outside the great hall, her blood was boiling, she breathed deeply and tried to calm herself down. She had become so bitter in her age, so miserable, tense and cold, she hated herself for it. She downed the chalice of sweet red wine in one swift gulp.

She looked like a fully bloomed rose, so beautiful yet covered in thorns, her lips were the colour of deep red roses, to match her evening gown, it clashed perfectly with her raven locks.

Suddenly she felt someone behind her 'so that went well' Loki sniggered down her neck.

'Quit breathing down my neck Loki, I'm not in the mood for your games tonight' she hissed.

'Games?! I was merely trying to comfort my lady after my brothers crude comments' he got a bit closer, almost pushing Sif against the pillar.

'Well you can forget it because I don't need your sympathy, besides, what makes you think his comments bother me?! I'm not an idiot, like the pathetic wenches you are Thor take to your beds, you're barking up the wrong tree.' Sif was furious now, it was all coming to the surface.

Loki chuckled, 'Oh my Lady Sif, lovely Sif, you don't have to convince me you're not that kind of woman, for it has always been as clear as day to me. Since the very moment I met you. You intrigue me.'

She looked him deep in his sea green eyes, she saw no lies in his words, it was the most sincere thing that had ever slipped from his silver tongue.

'I intrigue you?' She questioned.

'You always have, your stubbornness, your passion' what was he doing?! The mead had made his tongue so loose, he just couldn't stop.

The became closer, his arms either side of her against the pillar, staring intensely into one another's curious eyes.

'We shouldn't' she whispered shyly.

'We shouldn't what my lady?' He breathed, sensually into her ear.

'Loki! She murmured.

He'd warhead this for so long, to touch her, in this beautiful stolen moment in the corridor.

'Take me to your room.' She said, boldly.

'But Sif, are you sure?'

'You heard me Loki, I need this, I need you right now.'

There it was, I need you. All he'd ever wanted to hear from her soft lips and with that, he lead her down the dark candle corridor to his room.

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