Thor sat, disgrunted, angered at himself. Sif had refused to speak to him in recent days as consequence to his rash antics. Why had I ignored her? What stupidity and bliss had lead me to want to make her jealous, and then acting out of jealousy myself, he pondered.
He had been left to his own thoughts in silence, Loki and Sigyn had not disrupted his sleep for the past few days, perhaps they tire and are sore.
Thor grunted, amused at his own perceptions.
Knock, knock. It had disturbed his thoughts, but before he could ask who it was Sif's calm voice rang, "Thor, are you there?". He was slightly confused at her presence, sif never knocked, she had always waltzed into his room.
"Yes, I am here", Thor replied, sitting up on his bed. It was clear that he had been distracted, lost in his thoughts as she slipped into the room, almost cautious of his presence, only giving him a half smile. "It is near dusk Thor, would you not be of absence from your room for a moment? Are you not coming this eve to the final feast?", he did not turn to look at her, but instead focussed his attention towards the ground.
Sif sat down, perched on the edge of his bed, her hands in her lap. She looked through the corner of her eyes towards Thor, who still had not looked at her. The seconds it took for him to turn his head had felt an eternity. She had put on her best gowns, a crimson dress and golden chain necklace, it hugged tightly to her neck. However, what was most unusual about her appearance was the makeup and perfume, it complimented her features, sharp and yet sweet.
"Do you not think I look most ridiculous in such outlandish clothes?", Sif slightly smirked, begging the Prince to take notice of her. "Nay", his icy blue eyes had set sight on her attire, "You could never look ridiculous dear Sif". His hair covered his face, blocking out his eyes, she could not see where they searched. "Then why is it you refuse to lay eyes upon me? Is it my soul that is so ugly?", a serious tone throbbed in her words, yet she felt a flourish of somewhat happiness as Thor had complimented her.
He did not answer.
"I-I'm sorry, perhaps you could help with a question I am yet to answer.", Sif gulped whilst Thor did not stir a muscle, "How would I grab the attention of a friend who's feelings I feel more than just camaraderie for? A friend that I romanticize and dearly wish to have love me."
He was stunned by her sudden outbreak, "I think you should tell him. I know all too well about unrequited love. Do not wait for him to move first. Is this by any chance Fandral or Hogun?"
"Nay", Sif replied, "The one I speak of is much more powerful". She had clasped his face, gently caressing and stroking down from his cheek to beard. She waited for his reply. Sif couldn't see his face beneath his thick locks. "Will you take me Thor? Will you let me take you as mine?", she wiped Thor's hair out of his face to meet his eyes, bulging, like that of a fish. "Sif...", he mumbled.
Hurt flooded every feature in her face as she stood to leave. "Forgive me", tear began to well in her eyes as Sif turn to leave. Thor clasped her hand, he stood so that his beard touched her shoulder, skimming over it, "Did I every say I do not feel the same? My stupidity had in light of my love for you, Sif", he wrapped his arms around her waist as Sif melted in his arms.
"Heimdall, I trust that you do not watch... Leave us be", she whispered before giggling and turning to Thor. As she did so he brushed his lip against hers, breathing heavily against her mouth, for the certainty that he was not mistaken. "Oh Thor", she mumbled, wrapping her arms around his neck before darting her lips towards his. He pressed his tongue gently against her lips, begging to enter her mouth, she sweetly obliged, immersing her lips around his tongue and sucking gently against it's bridge.
His tongue tentatively to slid over hers as she felt his phallus press against her leg, swollen and erect. He cradled her neck with one hand. Sensations flooded through her body as her tongue tangled with his trying to slide down his throat. He lifted her as she instictively wrapped her legs around his waist and ties her arms by his neck, collapsing onto the bed. "Come, Thor. Show me why they call you the Thunderer ". He slowly unbuttoned her top, kissing her chest as he did so, Sif arched her back, grabbing his hair.
The following hours passed in a blur of sweat, crashes and painful joy.
They both lay there, asleep, Thor's muscled back shielding the light from reaching Sif as she curled up against him, basking in the heat radiating from him. Their bodies tangled and hand intertwined, she licked a sprinting bead of sweat off his chest as she settled again and nuzzled back into his back, letting out a deep sigh of gratitude. She kissed his back tentatively. Thor's thick muscles warm against her skin.
Light footsteps rushed towards the door, she froze as she tapped Thor on the cheek, "Thor, my love someone's coming", Knock, knock. "THOR!", she hissed as he shuddered awake, "Well good morning my love", he grumbled as a smile merged across his face. "Your Highness the King summons you to his hall", Thor winced and looked at Sif who stared at him innocently rubbing his shoulder. "Yes I shall be there soon", he replied, stifling a giggle as Sif cried with laughter, muzzling her face in a pillow. "It is of the utmost urgency, my Lord", Thor stood, his muscled figure creaking and lifting the bed as he lifted himself up, "- And then I shall be there at the utmost urgency then my friend".
His muscles ached, "You really have pushed my body to its limits my Lady", Sif grinned as she rolled off the bed to recover her clothes, slightly ripped. "Yes, your highness, I shall inform the King, he wishes you bring Lady Sif along with you, Sir", Sif's eyes widened at the prospect of being summoned. They hadn't been that loud had they? She thought to herself.
They kissed deeply before exiting his chambers, "We should tell my parents my love", he grinned as they interlocked arms and strode down the corridor. "Thor, I wish for us to stay together, in a relationship. I love you deeply my Prince", she rested her head on his shoulder as they neared the doors to the hall and stopped. "I would have it not other way", he replied, kissing her hand and opening the doors, gesturing for her to enter first.
Frigga smiled, gently at the sight of the two.
"Father, Mother", they bowed slightly. Sif looked at the King, his power bore down upon them in the golden hall, it's heightened ceiling only augmenting the foreboding essence of authority. "I wish to inform you that Sif and I-", Odin twitched his eye, "Do you believe that your antics went unheard last night? How long have you been involved?", Frigga's eyes fell, softened at the thought of the pair together. Though they King and his wife had long predicted and hoped of their joining to take the crown, the couple pair were disappointed in their lack of chastity and confidentiality,
"We have been involved since last night Father, but I love her more than I value myself. Since I was a child Sif has been-", Frigga raised her hand and looked to Sif, who just stared at the ground, silent. "Do you love my son Lady Sif? Or is this nothing but a stint? From my understanding he has love you since children". Sif could help but smile at the thought, tears welled in her eyes, "My Queen, I have loved Thor for many thousands of years, last night I had approached him, in his chambers, in search of knowing how he felt."
Odin grinned and broke out into laughter."Thor you are aware that we would search for your wife. Do you so think that Sif would fit the place of wife? We have predicted long that she should marry you. I have hoped long for this", Odin stepped closer to his son, walking towards him. "Father, I do indeed wish to marry Sif, though we have been together before. It was last night that I realized that I cannot live without her.", Sif's grip tightened around his hand as tears streaked down her face.
"Oh my dear, do you love him?", Frigga inquired rushing to Sif, and pulling her into a hug, "I have thought you to be my daughter for long Lady Sif". Sif nodded, she wanted nothing more that to be betrothed to the Crown Prince. She embraced Frigga, "Yes my Queen", she wiped tears from her eyes, "Verily, I love Thor with all my heart".
Odin stood, "Congratulations my son", he pulled Thor into a hug, who nodded with appreciation. "Father, I-I-I don't know what to say, I couldn't be happier".
Balder burst in, "Father, I must tell you that Thor and Sif were-", the couple turned to look at Balder, smiling with joy and glee at the prospect of engagement. "Of course I will have to speak to Lady Alti to get permission for this marriage", Sif nodded eagerly, "Of course, I don't imagine she'll disagree, this has been her dream for a long time", Thor kissed her cheek, "And mine my love".
"What, wait, who's getting married?", questioned Balder. Thor winked at his brother, "No, No, No!", cried Balder. The Crown Prince's wedding is sure to surpass any preparations made for Loki's! "I'm not organising it am I?", said Balder, in some hope that this would be true, "I mean, Loki is going to help, yes?".
Odin stared at his son, "Relax, Balder, the wedding is not for another 3 months! I have to find Lady Alti first, and in form Heimdall. Tell Loki, Sigyn and Nanna of the news. Of course with Thor's marriage it is prophesised that so comes his Kingship", Odin glanced to Thor and Sif smiling, "And so we will set eyes upon a new Queen of Asgard", claimed Frigga, finally parting from her hug with Sif, who had controlled her tears.
Loki and Sigyn had just returned from an early morning horse ride through Asgard's most luscious forests and fields. They rode them horses into the barn, grinning at each other, thoroughly enjoying their morning as they dismounted their horses, sharing a quick, yet passionate kiss.
They notice Nanna sitting at a bench, waiting and watching them ebulliently. Sigyn and Loki couldn't help but exchange a glance before grinning to Nanna. "Nanna, my dearest, whatever has you so happy?", asked Sigyn, slight glee in her voice.
"Do you not know?", replied Nanna before continuing, "Another wedding is on the horizon in just 3 months!"
"Oh, Nanna. You and Balder are betrothed?", ask Loki, slightly confused. "Nay, she replied. it is Thor and Sif that I speak of, soon to be King once he is wedded. Both their jaws dropped, since when had Thor and Sif been intimate? However, they had expected it, everyone in Asgard had know of their feelings.
"It's about time they stopped beating around the bush, Thor is such a simple man sometimes", he claimed, laughing to himself. Sigyn glared at her husband, elbowing his in the ribs, "Loki!", she gasped. "Well, I am very excited for the wedding!". Nanna peeked another smile, "Well, uh, Odin has gone to see her mother, Alti about arrangements now".
"Very well", grinned Loki, "Perhaps we could retire to our chambers for the day?", he took his wife's hand and lead her away. "Indeed, good day Nanna", Sigyn waved to her sister, who returned the gesture.
The couple sped into a run, "Perhaps, we should congratulate the pair first?", Sigyn asked, implying it to be an order, rather than the question it sounded to be. Loki obliged, leading here through the corridors of the Palace, they could hear light giggles from Thor's room and knocked gently, he never waited to enter and so they slipped inside without waiting for an answer. The laughter grew louder as he entered. Loki was pleased that his brother had finally found happiness, Thor had long deserved such joy, following the years of battle, mourning and pain that he had gone through, Sif had always been there for Thor.
The two were sat on the bed, whispering into eachother's ears, laying in the others arms.
"Well", Loki cleared his voice abruptly, "This seems very intimate", his eyes glistened. "Loki...", Sif turned, "You misunderstand, Thor and I are to wed!".
"I understand so", said Sigyn, appearing from behind her husband, smiling at the two. "Verily, brother, the throne of Asgard would suit you well, I, myself have a meeting with the Jotuns, I believe they wish to lay peace, technically I am their Crown Prince".
"Thank you, brother, I wish you the best with your meeting", he dress lines in the bed as he sprawled out and rubbed Sif's back gently.
Sigyn couldn't hold back her happiness any longer, "Sif!", she exclaimed, "I can't believe how well suited you are for eachother. this is all that I could have hoped for you!". The friends stood to embrace eachother in a warm hug and Thor looked, appreciately at Loki.
Indeed, how perfect life seems now. My wife to be is all I have ever wanted and my brother embraces love.
Odin's carriage thundered through the street, nearing Lady Alti's house, his wife sat next to him. Their 4 steed pulling the carriage slowed to a halt as they heard chatter outside, the guards clambered off the reins and opened the doors to the carriage.
A low sigh erupted from Odin's mouth and curled slightly to from a smile.
"Your Highness! I was not expecting a visit", the tall, slender woman cried, dress in a lilac feathered dress. "That is because this is unscheduled", his wife pursed her lips, thinking only about how they had kicked Sif out. Had they really needed to ask permission? Yes, Frigga told herself, it was the correct manners and tradition.
"Lady Alti, I feel that it is necessary to tell you that Lady Sif and my son have agreed to marry, we ask you for your blessing", she smiled vaguely, "Indeed I give my blessing, but as you know, I no longer speak to Sif. I fear to meet her, but I would give my blessing, had I still been her mother", tears blurred Lady Alti's eyes.
Frigga looked at her husband who had fixed his eyes on the ground, "I understand, we could arrange a meeting, I presume you would attend the wedding?", Alti smiled, "If she so wishes then I will be there". The couple nodded slightly in agreement and left her house.
Loki and Sigyn rode to the Bifrost down the rainbow bridge in the evening Asgardian sun. "It truly is beautiful, is it not?", he already knew that his wife though of nothing more panoramic that the setting sun, especially that of the spring months that they were currently undergoing. She did not have to give an answer, instead just appreciate and bask in its light.
"Good eve, Heimdall", greeted Loki. "I witnessed the engagement of my sister, Odinson. It is rather delightful, do you not think so?", Sigyn winked at Loki, "Indeed it is guardian, but we wish to travel to Jotunheim, time is of the essence. We run late".
"It is cold this time of year, your Highness, yet you are dressed warmly enough."
Heimdall flushed him diamond sword in the slit carved, specifically for it, sparks of electricity began to fly out as the observatory spun, generating a portal strong enough to beam the couple to Jotunheim. He twisted the weapon, activating space travel.
"We will be but a few hours, seer", and with that they flourished through the portal and Heimdall pulled the sword from the slit. The loud churning slowed and the Bifrost stopped spinning.
Loki and Sigyn exited the Bifrost site, it was one of her first times travelling like this, and so, she lost her balance, unstable and feeling almost sick to her stomach. Loki placed a hand on her back, he could tell that she wasn't feeling well and approached the large Jotun that stood before then. "Sir, follow me, the council wish to speak with you", the large figure begged of him.
The walk to the council's headquarters took 3 hours, Loki had grown tired, whilst Sigyn grimaced at the biting wind on her ankles and face.
The council held their meeting in a large building, a blue dome roof and elevated ceiling due to the Jotun's abnormally large physique. 9 Jotun's sat around a table, with two space at the head.
"Loki Odinson, you use your father's name is Laufey, as you well know. However, what no-one has told you is that Laufey recently passed. We give our condolences to your fathers decease", the tallest Jotun said, the others, looking blank and expressionless at the table. Sigyn placed a hand on his should for reassurance, he took her hand and clenched it gently.
His wife more affected that what he had been at the thought. "I never knew my father, surely this is not why you have summoned me?", Loki questioned, trying to hurry the conversation, he so hated speaking of his birth father. Loki despised Laufey for his attempted attacks on Asgard. "Indeed", the council member said, "This comittee have found you to be Laufey's first and only surviving child. We are in need of you Loki. I assume you have learnt of leadership from Odin?". Indeed Loki had learnt the art of ruling from his father when he prepared Thor.
Sigyn smiled gently, "And what of me? If my husband were to be King?", her voice slightly trembling.
The Jotun simply stood and looked at her, "We would be honoured to have such nobility as our monarch. Jotun law is such that you may live in Asgard if you truly wish. However, you must attend all meetings".
All Loki had ever wanted was to become a King, he had never thought it possible however. "I shall speak to my Father, my wife and then I may decide", Loki claimed before teleporting his wife and himself to the Bifrost site as they now knew where it was.
"Heimdall", he muttered. The sky opened and the couple were transported back to Asgard.
I must speak to father Loki thought to himself.
"Are you going to talk to your father now?", Sigyn questioned Loki. "Yes, I just need to think for a bit". Sigyn looked at him as she sat at their bed, removing her shoes, "Well, my love you want to do it soon", Loki's stress was starting to get to him. "Yes! OK! Sigyn my love I UNDERSTAND!", he screamed, face turning red. Her face looked alarmed and hurt, "Um, okay, I'll leave you for a bit!", Loki called after her as she walked out but she didn't answer. "For fuck sake! By Odin why the fuck is this happening?!", he summoned flames as he crashed on the bed. Loki was confused beyond what he had ever been before, he never wanted to fight with Sigyn, and never had done. Was this what love, what marriage is?
hours passed before he finally pulled himself from his bed with a decision. He wanted to rules Jotunheim from Asgard, spending half a year on each. He would consult his father, having alerted the guards that it was an urgent meeting in the King's Hall with the Jotun King.
How would Odin take it? Loki thought, pondered, he wanted Sigyn by his side. He would find her later. He walked through the darkened corridors to the Royal Hall.
"Loki", he heard a voice, as he was about to enter the hall. He recognised it. "I will do whatever, you feel is best, my love. If you want to rule Jotunheim, then let me be your Queen". Loki had a wide grin, "You've always been a Queen in my eyes", he opened the door, arms interlocked with Sigyn. "Father, the meeting in Jotunheim went well", his father smiled, generously. "So I presume you will take up the status of King and live in Asgard?", Loki look surprised. "Uh, Father, how did you-", Odin stood, and chuckled, "It is my job to know, I have eyes everywhere... Come, we must prepare for your brother's wedding, and with that, a feast for the King of Jotunheim. I believe you are the first brothers to rule over two of the strongest realms. A treasure you are to the 'House Of Odin'".
"Thank you, Father. It grows late, I think I will skip dinner and retire for the night, there is indeed much preparation to undergo. I can't let Balder and Nanna do it all can I? Come, Loki, my love", said Sigyn, clearly exhilarated at the approval and prospect of Queen.
Balder and Nanna lay exhausted in her bed, it had long gone midnight as they sprawled out. "As soon as this preparation is done I want to travel, and sleep! Thor and Loki have had use working endlessly, at least Loki can help this time", Nanna smirked, "-And Sigyn".
"Are we going to marry?", ask Nanna. "We are only 16, I do not know. Thor and Loki have both reached their first millennia. I wouldn't think about it too much, Nan", he hugged her as they drifted off to sleep. The air silent, only disturbed by that sound of a guard walking by.
They had to make preparations for Thor and Sif, their wedding neared.