Prompt: Sifki - stuck in an elevator/room/small space together


"Damn." Sif breathed, rattling the handle of the shed. It had worked a minute ago when she had entered. Now it was stuck.

Brilliant.

Biting her tongue, she threw herself against the door with a grunt.

Again, nothing.

"Valiant effort." A voice purred suddenly from behind her.

Sif turned, clutching her sword, to see none other than Loki looming in the shadowy corner. As if her plait couldn't get any worse. "What are you doing here?"

"Reading."

"In a shed?"

"Obviously." He smirked, waving a thick novel in the air.

She rolled her eyes but returned the grin begrudgingly. She couldn't help it. His smiles were contagious to her. "…why?"

Nodding towards the door, he lifted his brows. "Seems you know why."

"I don't follow you-"

"Some fool thought it would be a laugh to put a spell on the door so that it could no longer be opened from the inside."

"Who?" Crossing her arms, Sif felt a surge of annoyance in her stomach. The Warriors Three were waiting for her on the dueling grounds. She did not have time for this.

"Well, eh, it was a very talented sorcerer…"

"Loki…"

"And it would have been amusing had the sorcerer not…accidentally cast the spell from the inside."

"You foolish boy."

He smirked, leaning against the wall.

"Well, when do you plan on fixing this?"

"Right after I finish my book."

"You are a child."

"And you are ravishing. Have I ever told you that?"

"Loki, I am not jesting." She spoke sternly, however she could not control the sudden warmth in her cheeks.

"Neither am I." Taking a step closer in the already tiny space, Loki rested his hand against the wall behind her. "Perhaps I don't want to fix this."

"What is that supposed to mean?" She said, lifting an eyebrow.

"What do you want it to mean?"

"I am in no mood for your riddles."

"What are you in the mood for then, Lady?"

Sif suddenly became aware that she could feel the heat of his body. Never before had she been this close to Loki.

Alone with Loki.

It gave her a rush of both breathlessness and anticipation. A bit like before a spar on the dueling grounds.

And she was ashamed to admit that she quite enjoyed the feeling.

Resisting the urge to stare back into his vivid green eyes, she spoke cautiously. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I thought it was fairly obvious what I'm doing, but if you need me to be more direct…" With this, he leaned down until his face was inches from hers. Then, he whispered, "Perhaps this will clear things up."

Sif was very tempted to indulge her fierce desire and bridge the gap between them, but a tiny, nervous part of her overpowered it. Lifting a finger, she pressed it to his lips and shook her head. "Will you please undo the spell?"

Loki stood up straight, a look of disappointment on his alluring face. "I cannot."

"You cannot or you will not?"

"The spell is not one which can be reversed with a simple charm. It will lose effect over time-"

"How much time?"

"…twenty four hours."

Sif's eyes grew wide with irritated disbelief. "Tell me you are jesting."

"If I only could, I would do so at once for you, good Sif."

"Is there nothing else you can do?"

"I'm afraid you must remain here with me until either the spell loses effect, or someone comes along and opens the door for us."

"So our only option is to wait this out?"

"I hope for your sake that you brought a book."

"I'm afraid I carry weapons with me at all times rather than stacks of paper and ink."

"Well…I know of other ways we could spend this time. Should milady wish to resume what was proposed earlier…" Loki stepped close again, lifting an eyebrow in a silent request.

Looking around as if to make sure they were truly lone, Sif felt her apprehension wearing thin. She never did this sort of thing, but to be fair, neither did Loki. She had never once seen him flirting with bar maids or running off with Lorelei during a feast like the other trainees. Perhaps that was why she felt such an intense impulse to give way to her temptation. This did not seem as fickle as the other youths flings. "Fine. However, if you tell anyone about this I will not hesitate to sew your lips shut with my own needle. Understood?"

"Oh yes. You have my word." He grinned, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her to him decidedly.

"And if you wished to court me you could have simply asked. You did not need to create this grandiose plot."

"Why Sif, I'm flattered that you think I planned this. But no indeed, it was just a happy accident that you happened upon me."

"I find that rather hard to believe."

"Is it more unbelievable than you agreeing to be courted by me?"

"Hm…I do not yet have an answer for that riddle." And with that, she rose onto her toes and kissed him soundly.