Sif awoke the next morning, quite a bit later than she normally did. She stretched and walked out of the room, heading for the kitchen where she normally met Thor after nights like they just had. There was normally a special breakfast waiting for them, complete with a hungover Thor, bemoaning his existence and promising himself to never drink that much again. And when she arrived, she found just that.
Thor was rubbing his forehead, groaning to the palace cook about how he felt. But the chef smiled and nodded, pretending to listen to Thor's complaints. Sif smiled as she walked in.
"How is our noble prince this morning?" Sif mocked, sitting down next to him. Thor glared at her (a look she was immune to, more or less) and rolled his eyes.
"Awful, I'm never drinking again," he said. Sif smiled.
"You always say that, and every time there's reason to celebrate, you make the same mistake," she answered. Thor looked at her and, despite his hangover, smiled at her.
"Nothing escapes you, does it?" he said.
"No, I just know you too well," Sif answered, not buying much into his attempt at being friendly. Not after his actions the previous night, even if he was drunk.
"That you do," he replied.
Their breakfast was served and they ate in relative silence. Sif was trying her hardest to forget the events of the previous night, and Thor could tell. He didn't push the matter until after he had eaten, if for no other reason he needed the energy, and to soak up the remaining bits of alcohol in his system. Sif finished her breakfast before he did, and stood up.
"Well I suppose I should be off to do...whatever it is I find I need to do today," she said, visibly uncomfortable with the memory.
"Sif, please, stay for a moment," Thor said.
"So you can try to maul me again?" she snapped. She caught herself as soon as she said that, and bit her lip as she turned her back to him in her embarrassment.
"About that, actually," Thor began, "I am terribly sorry I did that to you. It was horrible and crass of me, and you deserve better from me than that. Not just as my friend but as a lady."
"Curses, Thor," Sif answered, "I'm no lady. You of all people know that."
"Maybe not in the traditional sense of the word, but in my sense of it, you are, and then some."
Sif turned around to face him.
"That's the kindest thing anyone has said to me in quite some time," Sif answered. "I...thank you."
"I wouldn't tell you that if I didn't mean it," Thor said, stepping in closer to her. Sif blinked, all of a sudden becoming aware of the swarm of butterflies in her stomach as he did.
"You're too kind," she answered, her emotions catching in her throat. Thor slowly leaned in closer to her...
"My lord!" The cook came in, running and frantic, "the king needs a word with you! About last night, apparently he's less than thrilled with your behavior!"
Thor sighed, stepping away from Sif and smiling, showing he was none too thrilled with the turn of events. The cook was unaware of the situation in front of him, more worried about a worried King, than a blossoming love affair.
"Duty calls, even with a hang over," Thor said. Sif smiled a bit, feeling her cheeks flush.
"I suppose it does," she answered.
"If I don't see you today, training grounds, first thing, tomorrow!" Thor said. Sif nodded.
"I'll beat you there!" she said. Thor smiled back and ran off to find his father.
Sif continued on with her day, trying to push what happened earlier that day out of her mind. She hadn't ever given love much of a thought, even with as close a relationship as she had with Thor. She had always assumed maybe one day, when a pretty young lady came along, batting her eye lashes and swinging her hips, Thor would be married, and she would be charged with guarding the queen of Asgard or some such business. Maybe she always thought her affections were unrequited. Maybe she felt silly for having these feelings for anyone, especially the little boy she had grown up with. Whatever it was, she found herself enjoying the thoughts of their almost kiss more than she had ever thought.
That evening, after having returned home from her daily training, she sat in her chambers, relaxing and unwinding before it was time for her to go to bed. Seemingly at random, she heard something hitting the edge of her window from outside. She went to look and see what it was. Thor was standing beneath it, throwing rocks and trying to get her attention.
"Thor! It's late! What are you doing?" she asked.
"I came to see you, now that I'm feeling better," he answered.
"You scared me is what you ended up doing, you fool," Sif said. "Get up here already if you want to talk to me. I know you can scale that wall better than anyone."
"Challenge accepted," Thor said, and began climbing.
They had done this since childhood. Thor could climb the wall blind folded, Sif was sure. So many nights they had spent together, getting up to no good, their parents none the wiser (or if they knew, they turned a blind eye). They kept up the charade for as long as they could remember, and tonight, in some ways, was not much different. But in other ways, there was something different about this time. Deep down, they both knew it.
Thor made his way up the wall, and jumped over the window sill. He stood there, smiling and proud, as he walked up to Sif.
"Good evening, my lady," he said, smiling.
"Oh none of that nonsense," Sif said, "I've never been much of a lady."
"As far as I am concerned, you are."
"Still on that from this morning, are we?" Sif said, sighing.
"I am actually," Thor said, his tone more serious than joking for once. "I care a lot for you Sif, I just never quite knew how to handle that fact until recently."
"And I suppose you expect me to just…fall at your feet, declaring my feelings in return?"
"No, of course not," Thor said, "That's never been your style. But that's what makes you wonderful. You are who you are, and there's no questions about it."
Sif looked at him.
"You are serious," she said, her tone letting him know she finally believed him.
"I am Sif," Thor said, "and why wouldn't I be? After all this time? You're the only person I know who can keep up with me."
"You don't make it easy," she answered.
"Neither do you," he said, stepping in closer, "to keep up with you that is."
"I suppose I don't."
Sif was becoming aware of what Thor was doing. This morning…all over again. He stopped when there was only a small amount of space between them, and reached up to touch her cheek. She wanted to fight, to resist. It was what she was always taught to do. Affections were needless, silly things, not fit for the likes of her. But, Sif realized for once, she didn't care. She was done with this…persona. And she had liked how she felt that morning, before they were interrupted.
Sif leaned against his hand and closed her eyes, letting things happen as they will. Thor pulled her closer, his body pressing against hers and his hand resting on the small of her back. She opened her eyes, and looked up at him while wrapping his arms around her neck. As she did so, Thor leaned in, and gently kissed her.
Sif let him take the lead (a very not Sif sort of thing to do, but she enjoyed the lack of inhibition for once), as the kiss grew deeper. She played with his hair as he ran his hands over her body. But, Sif was bold first, and started pushing Thor's shirt off of his body. Her initiative sent a chill of exhilaration through him, and he soon returned the favor. They slowly managed to undress each other, while walking back towards Sif's bed. She laid back slowly, pulling Thor down with her. His body hovered over hers, both of them eager and needing for each other.
Thor pulled back just enough to see her for a moment. He always knew she was beautiful, but it was different, seeing her like this. He'd always seen how powerful and agile she was; a force to be reckoned with. In this moment, it was, instead, seeing a highly anticipated new work for the first time, able to be appreciated and admired. He reached up to stroke her cheek lovingly. She nuzzled his hand, and kissed his thumb.
"Ready?" He asked, his voice soft and loving, for a change. Sif nodded her head.
"I am," she answered.
Thor kissed her as he thrust into her. Sif gasped into the kiss, but held on, letting her body adjust to what she was feeling. Thor was gentle, and tried to not be overwhelming at first.
As Sif relaxed, Thor held her close and started to find his pace. Sif began to moan louder, and louder, as he did. Pleasure started rolling through her body, and she felt herself letting go more and more. He moved faster as he started to find his pace, and the nerves that he felt at first started to subside. He lost himself inside of Sif, enjoying every moment with her. He enjoyed watching the reactions he elicited from her, getting off on hearing her moan and beg him for more. Sif enjoyed being able to let go, and not have to think about anything, other than her own pleasure, for a little while.
Sif felt herself reaching her climax, her body trembling with pleasure. Thor felt her body tighten, and moaned loudly with pleasure. He kept his pace, bracing himself on the bed frame. Sif reached down to stroke her clit, screaming out even louder as she was able to increase her own pleasure. Thor groaned with her, enjoying the feel of her writhing beneath him, needing him to help her finish. He kept hitting her spot, over and over, forcefully, trying to push her body over the edge.
At just the right moment, Sif arched her back, screaming loudly, as her body burst and the heat of the moment seared through her. She rode the orgasm out, until her body fell back into the bed, satiated and still tingling.
Thor pulled her close, holding her, still throbbing, needing his release as well. Sif wrapped her arms around him, and continued bucking her hips with his, as he started moving his kisses down her neck.
"Please Thor," she begged, wrapping her legs around him, "I need you."
"My lady…" he moaned between kisses, "that's all I needed to hear."
Thor thrust faster, and harder, almost bringing Sif to another climax. Sif moaned out, tightening herself to pleasure him, as he had for her. It was enough, as Thor yelled out one last time, throbbing inside of her as he came. Sif pressed against him, enjoying the feeling of his seed inside of her.
They laid in a heap in Sif's bed, enjoying being tangled in one another. They spent the night either as such, or making love as often as their bodies would let them. It wasn't until the first rays of the sun started peering over the window sill that they realized they had been up all night.
Thor snuck out, and shimmied his way down the wall, before Sif's parents would be up. Sif quickly dressed, and rolled over in bed, pretending to be asleep. She would have to figure a way to stay in her room that day, and rest. Her training wasn't going to happen today. And same for Thor; the discussion of his coronation would have to wait for a day where he was more well rested.