A/N: I love my reviewers! *hugs* Probably going to set up some sort of poll on here to decide who Sif should be with. I honestly have no idea.

Thor/Sif - 4

Loki/Sif - 3

Jane/Sif - 1

Fandral/Sif - 1

Hogun/Sif - 0

Volstagg/Sif - 0

Random boy from barracks/Sif - 0

Other/Sif - 0

Thor/Sif and Loki/Sif are real close!

Sif sat on her bed and stared at the ceiling. Are boys always this ignorant? I mean, I could of sworn I said the boys were away. They'll just have to wait.

Thor walked in suddenly, and was looking down at the floor. "Sif-"

"What do you want?" She snapped. Sif was known for her temper.

He shuffled his feet. "It was really unfair, that my Father did this to you-"

"You think?"

"And I just wanted to wish you good luck."

Sif was lost for words on that one. "Oh. Thanks, I guess."

Thor shrugged. "I hope you do not blame me."

She sighed. "I do not. Sorry I snapped."

Thor walked over to the ladder and climbed the top bunk. "I mean, I know you can do it. But nobody else does. It is so frustrating."

"Think of how it is for me." Sif murmured.

"I guess. You should probably get some sleep. You have a big day ahead of you."

"Already there." She muttered and once her head hit the pillow, she was asleep.

Sif yawned and looked up. Loki and Fandral were back in their beds. Then she looked down. The clothes she was wearing were the same from yesterday. Good enough. She thought as she stretched and rolled out of bed.

When had Odin said the test was? She wondered, and did not recall him telling her. Loki could tell me; he was there longer then me yesterday.

She walked quietly over to where Loki was sleeping on the lower bunk and shook him. "Loki," she whispered urgently. "Wake up."

His eyes opened a crack. "Sif, I am sleeping." He muttered as he drifted back off to sleep.

"Loki-No! Wake up!" She told him, shaking him harder. "You are not sleeping if your talking."

"I could be sleep-talking."

"Just wake up already!"

"Fine! Stop shaking me!" Loki told her as he sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes. "What do you need at this hour?"

"When is the test?"

"I would assume in an hour." With that, Loki laid down again and started to drift back to sleep.

And how would that help me?

"When's an hour?"

"Next bell." This time, it wasn't Loki who helped her, it was Fandral.

"And why do you want to help me?" Sif turned on to Fandral. "You were literally my enemy yesterday."

He shrugged. "I never said I wanted you to go." He muttered. "And besides, if you do, then they will be no one to torment."

"Lovely. That was a wonderful reason." She told him. Fandral gave her a goofy grin. "I know."

"Boys." Sif muttered as she stalked out of the room. "Always have to make everything into a joke."

The next bell rang, and Sif walked over to doors that led to the clearing in the barracks. She took a deep breath. I'm going to have to be ready to put up with jeering and insults. She reminded herself as she pushed open the doors.

There were insults, except most of them were being droned out by Thor's cheering. Oh Thor. She mentally scolded him with a tiny, nervous laugh. She walked up to the center, her chin raised up in pride.

Sif walked up to Odin's throne, and bowed deeply. "My King." She murmured. It would be better if I liked him.

"Lady Sif." He responded in an equally calm voice. Sif winced at the word "lady." If Odin had seen her, he didn't do anything. "Let the test begin!" He roared, striking the ground with his staff, making the floor vibrate.

In the crowd, the only one cheering (or as it seemed) was Thor. He was the one she could hear above all of the insults.

Sif backed up from the middle as Odin announced the first section. "Knowledge of weapons!"

She fingered the hilt of her father's sword. "What is strapped around your waist?" He asked slowly.

Sif sighed in relief. This one, at least, was easy. "Sword." He nodded.

"What do you carry arrows in?"

Oh. This is hard. Didn't my Father use to hunt? There is the bow, the arrow and something that starts with 'q'. Is it. . .quiver?

". . .Quiver?" She asked uncertainly.

The crowd was quiet. Odin nodded and Thor shouted, "GO SIF!"

"Three more." He announced. "What is a smaller form of a sword?"

She knew this one. "Dagger."

"What about a long weapon with a pointed top?"

"Erm. . ."

Sif did not know this one. Her father had never mentioned it, and well, her mother would never either.

"I do not know."

Odin shook his head. "Spear. Last question: What do you shoot arrows with?"

"Bow."

"That is it for the questions!" Odin roared as the man next to him tallied up her points. Four out of five.

Not bad. She congratulated herself. Four out of five.

"She must have cheated!" Someone screamed from the crowd. "I would never teach her stuff like that!"

Mother! Sif cried inwardly. Odin ignored the comment. "Strength is the next one. Who would you like to arm-wrestle with?"

Sif grinned widely. "Thor." She told him. This is something I can do.

"Sif!" He cried. "You are so going to embarrass me in front of these good people!"

"He will not cheat. He has his pride." Sif informed Odin when he raised an eyebrow at her choice.

A table was set up near the edge of the clearing and Sif and Thor took their seats, grasping each other's hands.

On the signal from Odin, they began to push at each other.

"Face it Sif," grunted Thor. "I am winning."

She grinned. "Sure." Sif pushed all her strength into her arm, pushing Thor's arm down farther and farther, until it hit the table with a smack.

"Sif!" He complained, rubbing his red hand.

I guess I'm doing good.

"Next test, Archery!"

Oh no.

Sif was bad at archery. Not bad, actually, that would be a compliment. She was horrible at archery. She had only held a bow once, and the arrow would always end up falling out. Still, she had to try.

The man tallying up her points handed her a bow and a quiver full of arrows, which she swung over her body. I can do this. She told herself.

A target was set up about twenty or so feet away from her. She paled. That's far!

Sif hesitated, and then strung an arrow to her bow. At least it was staying. Odin looked over to her to make sure she was ready, and then gave her the signal.

Please. She aimed, and fired, closing her eyes, hoping.

THUNK!

She dared to open one eye. It had hit something, but not the target. It had hit the grass in front of her, about five feet away. Her cheeks burned in shame as she grabbed her second arrow.

This time, she raised her bow a bit higher and aimed. She fired, closed her eyes and could hear the arrow whizzing in the air. There was no thunk.

Sif opened her eyes to see that Odin had caught her arrow. She mentally slapped herself. They probably are thinking that I'm trying to kill the King of the Gods. She thought as she cheeks grew redder. "Last arrow, Lady Sif." He said coldly.

She brought this one to the bow carefully. Maybe I can hit the target. She hoped.

This time, Sif closed her eyes while aiming, praying to the god of archery to aim her arrow. She shot and heard a thunk not much later. I did it! I hit the target!

She did indeed hit the target, but the last ring, the blue one, worth three points. Better then nothing. She sighed.

Odin looked at her intently. "Last test. If you fail this one, Lady Sif, you are killed. You points," he motioned to the board, "are not so good."

Sif gulped and nodded.

"The last test; sword fighting!"

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it!