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AN: Thank you so much for your reviews! I'm glad you all enjoyed the start. I didn't want you guys to wait for too long so here is the second chapter. Some might find that this all moves quickly and such, but please remember that this will be a rather short story. Maybe five or six chapters long? I don't know, I haven't finished writing it.

Please enjoy!

~ Wildest Moments ~

Chapter 2

"Come on," Sif said with much delight to her voice. She looked like Loki the Sif remembered from a few years back. She wore knee-length boots, black leather pants, a red shirt and a golden chest piece which was laced with red lint. Her raven hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, her bare arms glistened with a thin layer of sweat and her face was brightened with a dirty, but amused grin. "Is this the best you've got?"

Loki scoffed, suddenly aware that he was having a wonderful time. It was nice to forget about all the problems in the universe.

"I haven't even started yet," he countered, donning his well-known smirk. He knew his green eyes stood amused. "One spell and you'll be crying for mercy."

Sif laughed heartedly until she grabbed her training-stick tighter and lashed out at Loki's legs. The trickster had no other choice but to jump aside. He nearly lost his balance, but quickly managed to steady himself. He swirled around and brought down his own wooden staff on Sif's shoulder. She fell forward, but she was not yet defeated. Her laughter died away and a scowl filled her face. She beat Loki on the chest with her elbow and managed to push him back.

They were both very intent on winning this battle, but Loki did not want to be accused of cheating. He could use a simple spell to make her fall over or something along those lines, but that would not satisfy him as much as beating her in battle solely with a wooden stick. He decided to try Sif's tactic and turn it against her.

He swirled his staff around, nearly missing her head by one inch. Sif easily grabbed onto the other end of stick which is when Loki pulled it with all the force he possessed. Sif stumbled forward and Loki moved in to deal the final and fatal blow. He kicked out a leg and hit the warrior woman in the back her knees. She fell forward and Loki easily placed his staff in her neck.

"Do you yield?"

Sif tried to roll away from his harmless weapon, but Loki kept her in place when he pressed the end of his staff hard into her shoulder.

"Do you yield?" He asked blatantly.

"Yes!"

"Ha!"

As soon as Loki withdrew his staff, he felt Sif grab his feet. She quickly knocked him over so that he fell flat on his back, all air knocked from his lungs. He couldn't breathe for a few seconds, but he could clearly hear Sif's boisterous laughing. She rolled over until she lay on her stomach, directly next to him.

"This was fun, Loki," she said, still laughing, "I had a great afternoon."

"I still beat you," Loki managed to utter since he was still gasping for air.

"Fine," Sif said curtly, still smirking, "but you're only getting this victory because you refrained yourself from using magic."

Finally, Loki felt he could breathe properly once more. He placed his hands on his stomach and inhaled deeply. It was a very pleasant feeling. He turned his head so he could look up at Sif. She still had dark circles under her eyes which revealed how tired she felt and her skin looked pale and a bit unhealthy, but her eyes had changed. They had regained some of its usual brilliance. She appeared to be in high spirits and Loki vowed to keep her that way.

"We should do this more often," he said.

Sif nodded and opened her mouth to speak when a servant suddenly entered. It was a young boy, not much older than fifteen and he looked absolutely embarrassed.

"I'm sorry," he stammered while he did not even dare too look at the royalties, "but the king requests your presence, prince Loki."

"Ah yes," Loki sighed, "duty calls again."

"Peace council?" Sif asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Indeed."

Loki pushed himself up and stood. He straightened the folds out of his outfit and brought a hand through his disheveled hair to slick it back again. He wished he could freshen up first, but it was never a good idea to keep the Allfather waiting.

"With everything that's happening in the Nine Realms, my father wishes to discuss everything with the council. These are difficult times and he doesn't exactly find much support in Thor."

"I can imagine."

Loki held out his hand for Sif to take. He pulled her up.

"Thor much rather fights the battles instead of trying to avoid them," She added. She looked rather disheveled as well, but she clearly didn't mind. She didn't even bother to fix her hair.

"Why don't you join me?" Loki asked suddenly. It was just an idea that hit him and he couldn't see any harm in proposing this.

Sif raised both her eyebrows. It always made her look very cynical and suspicious. It was a look she gave Loki often since she always suspected he was up to no good. Apparently, she thought this again.

"You have a very strategic mind," Loki argued, "and your input would be much appreciated. Besides one day you will be queen of Asgard so it might be beneficial to have already taken part in these councils. When you are queen you'll be required to be present anyway."

Sif remained quiet for a moment before she nodded curtly.

"Then let's get going."

Loki smiled, knowing that the peace council would be much more interesting with Sif present.

"Never keep a king waiting," he added.

~ o ~

It was late in the afternoon, early evening when the peace council had finally finished. Loki and Sif were one of the last people to depart, still discussing matters that had been discussed for the past few hours. Loki was relieved Sif had not been bored to death and she had definitely made the council more interesting. He was already hoping she would join him again next time.

"It was fascinating to see how all the Elders pursued their own agenda," Sif said as they rounded a corner, "one of them even thought a war between Vanaheim and Alfheim would be advantageous to Asgard. It's outrageous!"

"I'm glad you stood by your own beliefs," Loki said, looking at Sif and seeing how passionate she was about this, "not many do this the first time around, but you made them all listen to you. It was almost admirable."

"What was more admirable was how you steered the entire council…" Sif widened her eyes as she said this. She looked impressed and awed. "…how you pulled the conversation towards you, guiding it…manipulating it."

Loki shrugged.

"Well I am a master at manipulations."

"True," Sif said with a hint of amusement to her voice, "I had forgotten that. But I saw more to you today, Loki. You were passionate, you cared about what we discussed and you didn't deviate from your opinion either even though many council members opposed you."

"They always oppose me," Loki sighed, "simply because I am not Thor."

"Ha! If Thor were to participate at these councils, he would be swinging his hammer around in a matter of minutes."

Loki couldn't help but snort at that comment. There lay too much truth in her words and Loki already dreaded the moment his brother would become king. He would have to lead these councils and Loki feared for what he would do with it. Surely he could not disband it? It was too important for all the realms in this universe. Yet Thor wouldn't be Thor if he made important decisions on a whim.

They made another turn and arrived at the hall where Thor and Sif's chambers were located. Sif suddenly came to a halt. She went to stand directly before Loki and gazed into his eyes. She looked sincerely and fierce at the same time. She was again the woman Asgard knew and loved.

"I meant what I said," she began surprisingly soft, "I saw another side to you. I always thought you were just tricks and schemes, but today you showed me something…more profound. There is more to you than meets the eye and I'm glad I finally saw that. You deserve much more credit than people give you. They are always talking about Thor, the mighty and golden son of Odin, but you… You are behind the curtains trying to lead our peaceful realm to great times while Thor is off provoking wars or hunting with his friends."

Loki wasn't sure what he should reply. He could only swallow heavily.

"It almost makes me wish you were to be king one day," Sif added. She smiled and her entire body-language changed suddenly. Her sincerity vanished and she became lighthearted. "I demand a rematch tomorrow by the way. I demand to be given another chance at beating you in battle."

A roaring laugh escaped Loki's throat. He lowered his gaze and brought a hand through his hair.

"It would only be fair," Loki admitted.

"Great!"

Sif spun around, her hair shifting across her shoulders. It made her look younger.

"Then I will see you again tomorrow, same time."

~ o ~

A few weeks later

~ o ~

They had fallen into a pattern after a few days. Every afternoon they met each other outside of the training grounds and every time, Loki walked Sif back to her chambers where they smothered Frida with attention. They often went to the peace councils together and Loki found he had an ally in Sif. They thought the same about affairs of their realm (and other realms) which started to annoy the Elders greatly much to Sif and Loki's delight. Everyone was already starting to assume that Sif, as future queen, would choose Loki as Thor's advisor. It just seemed to work.

While Thor was in a meeting with the king, Loki and Sif met each other for another round of sparring. Since it was raining quite heavily outside, they'd decided to retreat to a training room indoors. Loki made sure the doors were locked because he did not want servants or other warriors to disturb them. There weren't any peace councils planned and he did not want the Warriors Three joining them. He did not dislike them, but he simply didn't want to spend much time with them. Perhaps he was being selfish, but he always looked forward to spending time with Sif.

He wasn't sure how long they had been training for this particular afternoon, but Loki was slightly out of breath and Sif looked absolutely jubilant as she kicked his ass. She was back to her old form. Her extra weight from the pregnancy had been reduced to nothing but muscles and Loki had to admit that beating her in battle was proving to be impossible. Once she put her heart and soul into something, she was not easily stopped.

As he whipped his stick twice on Sif's side, he found that she had located his weakness once again. She rolled aside and knocked her staff at the back of Loki's knees. He sank down, but refused to give up so easily. He allowed himself to fall aside before blocking another blow from his training partner. Sif spun around and attacked him a second time. Loki tried to rise onto his feet, but she wouldn't allow it and another well aimed blow on the lower part of his back sent him toppling over.

Quite easily, she placed a knee on his stomach and pressed the edge of her staff against his throat. He had been in her position only weeks ago, but he wasn't ashamed she had beaten him. Seeing her smile so proudly was worth it.

"Yield!"

"I yield." Loki complied.

Sif released him from her hold and Loki found that it was time for payback. She had done the exact same thing to him and it was time she had a taste of her own medicine. After all, Loki didn't want her to grow too cocky. As soon as Sif relaxed, Loki grabbed her stick and pulled her down. A high shriek escaped from her full, red lips as she fell down. She landed on her stomach with a loud thud.

He began to laugh.

"That was uncalled for," Sif grumbled.

Loki only laughed louder.

"You had it coming," he managed between bursts of more laughter, "you did the same to me so I call it revenge. Just admit that I caught you off guard."

He leaned on his elbows and gazed at Sif. Her expression softened, but her eyes narrowed. She was never one to admit something like that. Loki only flashed her a wide grin. He loved to see her squirm like this. Sif clearly was not amused and hit him on the shoulder. Hard.

"Aw."

Sif rolled her eyes, but a smile began to curve her lips upwards.

"Don't be such a baby," she said brazenly, "Frida is tougher than you and she isn't even one year old!"

"Well," Loki began, sighing melodramatically, "you did beat me again today. This is slowly becoming a habit and I must do something about it. Next time, I am definitely using magic."

"You wouldn't dare," Sif countered, "I would not accept your victory."

"I don't care."

Sif's eyes radiated with amusement.

"Of course you care," she said smugly, "and that is your disadvantage."

Loki was painfully aware of that. His silence changed something within Sif as well and the moment grew into something else entirely. The playfulness was gone and the laughter had died away. Everything within Loki was screaming at him to get up and walk away, but he couldn't. He couldn't leave Sif like this; unknowing of his thoughts.

"I do care about what you think," he admitted earnestly, "as I care about you as a person."

Sif's brown eyes widened and she swallowed heavily.

"What are we doing?" She asked in hushed tones.

"Something we shouldn't be doing at all."

Carefully, as not to frighten her, Loki leaned forward and brushed her lips with his. When he felt she didn't recoil, he allowed himself to kiss her. He felt her soft lips press against his and it was everything he had imagined it would be. He wanted this and he could feel Sif wanted this as well. She leaned into him and her hand found its way to his hair. He carefully touched the side of her neck and a part of her jaw. He allowed his fingers to trail across her skin. He wanted this moment to last just a while longer, but she broke away from him. Her face remained only inches away from his.

"I'm married-" she whispered, "-to your brother."

"Don't think of him," Loki said and he knew how selfish he was again, "please just…just stay here with me for a little while longer."

Sif blinked and Loki feared her reaction, but she leaned forward again and they shared a second kiss.

Loki forgot all about the world around him.

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