A/N: This was written for Sifki Week 2018 Day 1: Young Love

Takes place pre-Thor

"Again, I have been denied an invitation to join their hunt!" Sif's voice filled Loki's chamber, the door slamming shut behind her.

"No, please, do not knock on my account." Loki muttered lazily, not looking up from his book.

With the other members of their usual party going on frequent hunts with the return of warm weather, he and Sif had begun to see more of each other lately, which was both a blessing and a curse.

A blessing, because she was not entirely unpleasant to look at and her conversation was far superior to that of his other peers.

A curse, because she apparently did not believe in privacy.

"I do not understand what I must do to make them think of me as their equal." Sif carried on, throwing herself onto his bed beside him.

Flinching, he watched as her dirt-covered boots streaked the newly cleaned silk sheets. "Do not ask me. I gave up the pursuit of their company years ago."

"They act as though I would be an inconvenience-"

"Hm I cannot imagine why."

"Loki."

He sighed. "Continue."

"I simply cannot comprehend why they would not invite me! My presence would ensure they trap the beast twice, nay, thrice as quickly. And I am a gifted guide."

Folding his book, he looked up at the perplexed young woman. "My dearest Sif, have you ever considered that perhaps that is the reason they leave you behind?"

Her eyebrows drew together. "What do you mean?"

"Thor enjoys feeling like a leader. The Oafs Three are followers. And your beauty, confidence, and sex make you rather skilled at…commanding foolish men."

She lifted her eyebrows. "My beauty?"

"Indeed. As I understand, some men find you appealing."

She glared. "High praise, indeed."

He continued, "The addition of another strong hunter and leader would only upset that balance."

"They do not invite you either. Does this not offend you?"

"You are mistaken, I am invited. I simply choose not to go because I would find little enjoyment tromping through the mud with that lot." Rising from his seat on the bed, he went to place his book on his shelf. "And speaking of mud, I hope you realize you will be the one changing my sheets."

"You have servants," Sif rolled her eyes.

"Yes, perhaps. But it will satisfy me greatly to see you do it yourself."

"You cannot be serious."

"Oh, I am most sincere."

"Ha!"

"I could…command it. As your prince."

"My prince? Oh, I like that." She grinned.

There was a glimmer in her eyes.

It made Loki feel suddenly dizzy and warm.

He cleared his throat, trying to gain back his composure and resume their banter. He loved play-arguing with Sif. It made his heart beat wildly and was far more entertaining than the spells he had been trying to commit to memory.

"Yes-yes, indeed. Prince of…of all of Asgard."

"Very well, your highness." Eyes narrowing to a glare, Sif began to grind her heels against the bed.

Mud clung to his pristine covers.

"Sif!"

Her glare turned into a wicked smile.

Scowling, he charged forward and gripped her boots.

Sif let out a shocked laugh. "What are you-"

Tugging the shoes firmly, Loki expected them to slip right off. Instead, Sif came with them, falling directly into Loki

The two tumbled to the floor in a fit of surprised yells.

Loki's back hit against his soft rug, and Sif's hands smacked upon the ground on either side of his head.

After gaining their composure, their eyes met, both glimmering with amusement and shock.

"By the Norns! These boots are laced, you fool! I would not wear shoes so easily removed into battle!" Sif gave a disbelieving laugh, her breath warm against his face.

The feeling was not at all unpleasant.

Neither was the pressure of her body against his.

Letting out a small chuckle, he let his head fall back against the rug. "Well, at least it was effective."

"Indeed. You are quite successful in keeping women out of your bed." Sif quipped. However, the moment the words left her lips, she blushed slightly.

Loki's own cheeks matched hers. "Well, most of the time, if a woman is in a man's bed, she is not ruining his sheets…in that way, at least."

Loki had hoped this comment would deepen her blush.

Instead, her eyes took on a strange look…an odd sort of determination.

Then, before he could say anything else, her lips were on his.

His heart leapt in surprised delight.

Taking in a sharp breath, he reached up and cupped her face, pulling her closer. A lonely ache suddenly spread across his chest, one which could only be described as a thirst. A thirst which the lips of another could quench.

Sif's lips were as confident and brave as herself, taking the lead and recklessly acting.

And after only a moment of this…occupation, Loki found himself very breathless indeed.

Pulling away slightly, he heard Sif's heavy breath mingle with his.

Then, their panting evened out.

And the room was silent.

"What…why did you do that?" He found himself asking after a moment.

Sif still rested above him, her eyes confused. "I wanted to."

"But…but why?"

"Well, why does anybody want to kiss anybody else?"

The question was meant as an answer, but it only made his head swim all the more.

Shaking her head, Sif smirked and lifted herself off of the prince. Then, she offered him a hand.

He took it, and she pulled him to his feet…

And she didn't let go.

"Sif…"

"Loki." She grinned.

"I demand to know what that was." He glared, trying to keep his heart from fluttering out of his thin body.

"It was called a kiss."

With a groan, he began to pull away-

Then Sif yanked him back, his chest falling against hers, and her lips capturing his once more.

And naturally, he melted again, sighing into the kiss and leaning as close as he could, to drink in the intoxicating feeling of her mouth against his.

This time, however, she pulled away before he was too far gone.

Loki's mouth hung open.

"I do so enjoy seeing the silver tongue speechless." She smiled, crossing her arms.

"I-I am not-"

She lifted an eyebrows.

He closed his mouth.

With a satisfied nod, she turned and began to walk towards his door. "I shall see you at dinner then."

"Sif, I-"

Swiveling to face him, her voice took on an irresistible cadence. "Before I go…come here one more time."

He knew what she was going to do now.

Although, he tried not to let his face reflect his excitement as he approached. He needed to reserve some of his pride.

However, when he was beside her and her mouth was inches from his, she froze.

"Your statement earlier was correct. I do have a talent for commanding foolish men." Her lips grazed his skin as she spoke.

And with that, she took a step back, leaving a gaping prince.

Sprinting after her, Loki found himself watching her stroll down the marble halls."This is not over, Sif!"

"I certainly hope not!" She replied, grinning over her shoulder.