Fandral groaned and rubbed his face. He'd been spared from the worst during the attack. For a few hours he'd dug for survivors. Then, covered in dust and dried blood, he headed to the front line.

Thor led a charge and chased down half a dozen rogue Vanir warships. Lord Tyr had been taken into custody and thrown into the cells. Before the interrogation could even start, Fandral had watched as the once high Vanir lord sang like a bird. Princess Olenna, who had tried to kill the princes and Sif, had quite the following in Vanaheim who vowed to avenge her. Fandral wasn't surprised to hear she'd used her tricks to escape her captors in the cells of her home realm.

Sighing, Fandral sat back and surveyed the beds before him. Loki had not awaken. Using his sorcery to free Sif and the rest of the survivors had drained him and he'd fallen into an Odinsleep of sorts. Next to him, Sif was kept asleep by the healers. Her pelvic bone and legs had been crushed. Fortunately, broken bones were easily healed in Asgardians. Among other victims were Hogun and Volstagg, who rested and slept off concussions. In another wing of the infirmary, the redheaded maiden who Fandral had pulled from the rubble slept. He had visited several times, hoping she'd wake. Yet it was the middle of the night and it was best that the patients slept.

"My Lord, you should sleep. There are guards at the doors and there will be healers on staff all hours of the day," the lead healer Eir said gently. "Sleep. You never know what tomorrow will bring."

"If any of them wake up, they'll want someone to tell them they're overreacting." Fandral grinned. "I'll stay, if that's all right. Thor and the AllFather have gone to Vanaheim to clean up this mess. I think they'd want me to look after this lot."

Eir nodded. "Of course. I know the princes are quite fond of you."

"There she is!" "Grab her!"

Fandral jumped to his feet and reached for his dagger as he bolted for the door. "What's that? In the dead of night?"

"The AllFather told us to look out for this one," a guard growled, tossing someone to their knees before Fandral.

Upon inspection, Fandral found a young woman scowling up at him.

"Sigyn." Fandral offered her a smile and sliding the knife back into his belt. "Here to see your sister, I imagine?"

"Here to finish the job," the other guard quipped. "We'll take her to the cells with her friends."

"What did Thor say about this? This is Sif's sister. She's an Asgardian!" Fandral helped the girl to her feet. "Why are you to look out for her?"

"I was to wed Tyr," Sigyn spat. "He betrayed me. He betrayed us. They've all been trying to arrest me, even as they pulled me from the rubble. I ran."

"Ah," Fandral answered quickly. "I see." He raised an eyebrow at the woman. "You hardly look like a traitor. You'd think a traitor would have known well enough to stay out of the hall that was to be attacked."

"It's a trap," the smaller of the two guards snarled. "Odin will have her head by morning."

Fandral stood between the guard and the woman. "I'll take her under my charge," he said. "At ease! If she turns out to be a traitor, I'll kill her myself and give you the glory."

Grumbling, but knowing Fandral outranked them, the guards returned to their posts and allowed Fandral to lead Sigyn into the infirmary.

The woman's lip twitched. "I didn't-"

"I know," Fandral interrupted her. He stopped to face her. "I believe your innocence."

"How did this happen? I spent time with Tyr. No, I didn't love him, but it was a smart match and he wasn't as awful as some of my friends' husbands." Sigyn exhaled in dismay. "I should be in the cells. My betrothed tried to murder the entire royal line of Asgard. I know I'll be executed for treason." A steely resolve washed over her and she looked solemnly at Fandral. "I only want to know Sif is alive before that happens."

"You will live and see her be crowned princess," Fandral dismissed her. "What reason would you have to murder your own sister? Her power would have given you power. There's no reason for you to have taken part in this."

"Why would the Vanir orchestrate such a brazen attack on Asgard?"

Fandral frowned. "Thor was set to marry one of their royals, Lady Olenna. She turned out to be a snake, a sorceress. She was here to bewitch our soldiers and murder the royals. I imagine when we sent her back to her own realm, she stirred up an army and brainwashed them into thinking it was a good move to retaliate. Defending her honor, perhaps?"

"Why don't you sound more angry?" Sigyn scoffed, indignant. "They attacked my sister's wedding – the prince's wedding. There are so many wounded, so many dead."

"Anger won't bring them back," Fandral said softly. "But our good humor can cheer those who still live. Come. Sif's over here."

The Next Day

"Sif, sit. Your everything is broken." Sigyn looked frantically at Fandral, hoping he'd be able to convince her sister to remain in bed as Eir instructed. "You've only just opened your eyes. Stay still!"

"I have to see him!" Sif argued, trying to swing her legs over the side of the bed with a cry of pain. "Does he live?"

"Stop it," Sigyn growled, trying to be firm and gentle at the same time. "Lie back down. Eir said you are to stay abed!"

Fandral watched in amusement as Sif, half her bones still mending, fought ferociously to free herself. "Loki is going to be fine – he's just having a bit of an Odinsleep," he drawled sleepily. "Nothing to worry about. He used his tricks to free you and it took a lot out of him. He'll be perfectly fine." Fandral looked to Volstagg and Hogun, who were speaking with their families. "Look. None of our friends are worried about him." He smiled through his exhaustion. The night had turned to morning and the warrior hadn't abandoned his post or slept a wink.

Sif groaned. "Because they have themselves to worry about. How long has it been? What happened? Who did this? How many dead?"

Sigyn and Fandral sighed in unison before breaking the news to her.

They'd just finished when Thor stormed in. "Where is my brother, Sif, our friends?"

"Here," Fandral called. "We're all alive and well."

Sigyn's eyes grew wide and she stepped behind Fandral, hoping she'd be mistaken for a healer.

Thor nodded to Hogun and Volstagg, greeted their families, then frowned at Sif. "You look worse than they do."

"She took quite a lot of ceiling to the head," Fandral joked.

"Loki-" Sif started.

"He'll be fine," Thor said as he gazed over to his brother's bed. "Mother spoke of such exhaustion after performing especially taxing tricks. I have no doubt he'll be up and "

"Will he?" Sif dropped back to her pillow. "Good."

A familiar snarl interrupted the conversation. Thor stepped aside as Odin appeared, looking haggard but confident. Hie eyes locked on the dark curly head behind Fandral. "Guards! By my order you were to locate this woman take her into custody. I expected to see you in the cells, not amid my best warriors."

"AllFather, if I may," Fandral started, keeping Sigyn sheltered behind him.

"You may not," Odin snapped. "Step aside. Arrest her."

"Father, she had no knowledge of Lord Tyr's treachery." Thor glanced back at the girl as guards closed in on her. "Look at her. The agony and sorrow on her face matches yours."

"Yes, and we have raised actors to entertain us with their false expressions and feelings. Take her." Odin's nostrils flared. "I'll hear no more whining. She'll be fed and housed, what more do you demand of me?" His glare dared a challenger.

Knowing a cell was indeed a generous offer as opposed to death, no one spoke any further.

A Month Later

"How was it?" Sigyn asked excitedly. Weeks in the dungeon hadn't dampened her spirits much.

Sif wanted to reach out and touch the forcefield keeping her sister locked away, but kept her hands at her sides. "It was fine. Small. In the courtyard just his morning. Thor, the AllFather, and a few of our friends were there." She sighed. Getting married without her sister had made the ceremony seem pointless. "I guess I'm a princess now."

"I guess you are," Sigyn giggled. "I'm not bowing to you, though."

"Please don't," Sif agreed. After a moment, the women both grew serious.

"Are you going to go after Tyr?" her little sister asked urgently. "Now that you can, you should. I can't believe Odin just went and talked to them."

"I had thought about it," Sif said quietly. She glanced down the hall. When she was pleased with the guards' distance from them, she continued. "I have control over the military forces as of the wedding. I want to lead an attack on Vanaheim. A surprise attack. We'll take out Tyr, that witch Olenna, and all involved in the attack. I don't trust their word. Maybe Odin did, but it means nothing to me."

"Will Loki and Thor help you? The Warriors Three?" Sigyn's eyes sparkled in anticipation.

Sif chewed the inside of her cheek. "Truthfully, I've told no one. But we will avenge the dead and clear your name. You'll be free by tonight."

"Yes, thank you!" Loki called to the bar maid as she congratulated him on the small wedding that evening. He picked up the round of tankards and delivered them to his usual table. Thor and Volstagg had gathered, but Hogun and Fandral were late.

"And where is your wife?" Thor asked. "Haven't seen her all day."

"Perhaps she ran," Volstagg suggested jokingly.

"Perhaps she did," Loki shrugged. "She's kept me around for this long. I don't see why she'd leave me now."

"I'd have left you after the whole Jotunheim Midgard thing," Thor said. "Does she know about Darcy?"

"Darcy?" Loki replied, recalling Jane Foster's dark haired side kick. "There's a name I hadn't thought about in centuries. What of her?"

Thor sat back. "Didn't you take the little mortal to bed? She seemed quite fond of you.

"No," Loki shook his head. "Perhaps I should have, though." He grinned mischievously. "Of all the mortals, she's the only mortal who could have handled me." He took a swig of ale. "Alas, now I shall never savor the touch of a mortal woman."

"Here I'd been keeping a secret from Sif that wasn't even a secret." Thor snorted and took a drink. "The Midgardians would be quite disappointed to hear their great trickster party god was nothing more than a boring prince who'd rather read a book than find a woman to warm his bed."

The younger man shrugged. "Please. I didn't share your taste for Midgardians. Besides, I had Sif."

"Even then?" Thor asked in surprise.

"Always, truthfully," Loki chuckled.

"Ah, here they are," Thor called as Fandral and Hogun entered the pub.

"Volstagg, orders to move," Hogun called. "Time to go."

"Orders?" Thor and Loki asked in unison. "Orders from who?" Thor stood and reached for Mjolnir. It was in his hand in a moment.

Clearing his throat awkwardly, Fandral stared at the floor. "Under orders of Her Grace, Lady Sif."

Blinking through his confusion, Loki stammered. "Wh- what? Orders from Sif? What orders?"

"The ships have already taken off for Vanaheim, I'm afraid," Fandral reported. "A surprise attack on those who attacked us. Vanaheim."

"What?" Loki snapped. "If this is a joke-"

"We are leading a raid there tomorrow evening," Thor exclaimed. "She'll jeopardize everything."

"So is this betrayal of our confidential orders treason against the crown princess, or-?" Fandral asked as Thor and Loki sprinted out the door past him.

"I think there are bigger issues at hand, my friend," Hogun said.

The Vanaheim landscape hadn't changed much since Loki was there last. Except for the fact that Asgard's army was standing at attention on a rocky landscape overlooking the realm's capital city. Sif was standing on a ledge, rallying the forces. She looked noble, but something about her demeanor turned Loki off.

"Stop," he commanded her.

Spinning around to meet him with shock, Sif quickly narrowed her eyes in hatred. "No. I have every authority, every right to do this." She turned back to the troops, the hundreds of men and women who were gathered below, eagerly looking up, awaiting further command.

The anger for him in her eyes saddened him, but it was certainly a look he'd received from her before. "That doesn't mean you should." Loki frowned. "You know me to be right. You'll be seen as merciful if you stop this now. Not weak." He waved his hand to the troops. "They have lost. They are mourning. You cannot send them in to a city and tell them to find those who killed their families. It would be a slaughter. How you feel – that's how they all feel. How we all feel. This is folly. Stand them down. Send them home."

"You've done the same thing, but on your own accord. What of Jotunheim? What of those frost giants, now dead, and rightfully so?" Sif's nostrils flared. "You'd have slaughtered them all if no one stopped you."

"I regret it every day," Loki replied, trying to remain calm and soothing. "I was young and acting rashly. You know exactly what happened. I nearly killed Thor in the process, and received my punishment from Thanos." His lip twitched slightly at the memory of the torture. "I have repented for that foolish, evil outburst. You're better than I was. Than I am."

"I am not young and stupid. I am acting to protect and avenge my people. Hundreds were killed by this wretched witch. Thor and Odin will do nothing – so I will." She turned back to the warriors before her.

"Order them to stand down or I will." Loki strode toward her carefully. He outranked her and always would. "That would undermine your power. We were only married this morning, Sif. This is no time for war. Stand them down."

Sif studied her husband's face. Even now, as his voice lowered into a dangerous growl, he was looking at her kindly. His mercy and love was endearing every other day, but today, when she meant to rain fire down upon the witch who murdered so many at her wedding, she wanted no part of it. "You have changed, Odinson," Sif snapped. The awaiting ranks stared up at her. She smiled then began to call, "Forwa-"

"No!" Loki boomed. "On my command, stand down. Return to Asgard. Return to your posts."

The warriors turned on heel, away from their assault, and back to their home realm. Sif watched in horror. "What have you done? This will invite another attack – more of our people will be slaughtered." She reached out to strike him.

Loki easily caught her wrist. "Not here," he growled.

"Ashamed of me?" Sif snapped. "That's rich, coming from the likes of you. You're a coward!" Angry tears clung to her eyelashes. "I was going to avenge our citizens. You cannot strip a royal of their right-"

Her wrist still ensnared in his hand, Loki drew her close. His lip curled back as he spoke. "Lady Olenna and her conspirators will die tomorrow. Thor is leading a raid in the city." When he saw her expression change to shock, Loki was surprised to find he only grew angrier. "They'll be brought to justice and their corpses displayed publicly as a warning. Had you not acted so childishly, you'd have known this. Your assault would have killed more of our warriors. You're a foolish girl and I shouldn't have given you a crown!" He released her and shoved her away. "To rule does not mean to act on your own impulses." He watched he army as they boarded their ships and left. "They'll have died, too. How many deaths do you need to inflict upon Asgard in your first month?"

Sif's face twitched in rage. "I'm trying to do the right thin-"

"You're wrong!" Loki roared. Her blatant disregard for protocol angered and disappointed him, and he was certain Sif knew the protocol to go to war. She'd ignored it completely, assuming her sparkling new title as princess would protect and enable her.

"Don't you speak to me like that," she hissed.

"Like you're a stupid child making choices that will impact the entire realm? Because you are." Loki turned to leave, but a smart slap caught him on the cheek. He turned on Sif and grabbed her roughly by the tunic. "You are a princess, not a wench. Never do that again."

"I'll do as I please." Sif stood defiantly, her chin jutted out and eyebrows lowered.

"You'll do as I say," Loki growled, snatching her by her collar and pulling her close once again. The tip of his nose brushed hers "Go home. I'll deal with you later. Someone has to stay and clean up your mess." Rage roiled in his abdomen. It was as if they'd forgotten their years of love and returned to the early days when they fucked to spite Thor. As angry as he was with her, Loki grew hard at the conflict and their closeness.

"Deal with me?" Sif repeated darkly.

"Unless you'd rather face Odin's wrath, you'll face mine." Loki released her. "Go home." He glanced to Fandral and Hogun, who had arrived with him and were standing solemnly nearby. "Escort her. She is to remain in our chambers until I return."

In the palace later that night, Sif stalked back and forth angrily. "I wasn't wrong," she roared.

Her guards had resumed their role as her friends and were seated on the foot of her bed.

"You certainly would have shown your strength and resolve," Fandral offered.

"We cannot lose any more people," Hogun sighed. "Loki was right."

Sif shook her head. "No, no. But if we-"

"We would have lost warriors," Hogun interrupted, his somber expression never changing. "Innocent families would have been torn apart here and on Vanaheim." He pursed his lips. "It was an unwise risk. Uncalculated."

Sif's stomach sank. Stupidly, she hadn't considered the loss of life. Sure, the Vanir would suffer greatly, even the innocents. That was the plan. But she should have known that even surprise attacks aren't foolproof.

"Loki was right," Hogun repeated, as if ending the conversation.

"Thank you, Hogun," Loki's voice came from the doorway. "Thank you. You may leave us."

The warriors nodded and left. "Good night, Sif."

Sif stared out to the balcony, refusing to honor Loki with so much as a glance. "You cannot detain me in my own room. Not anymore."

"You think you know so much. I can detain you, and I will detain you. You risked Asgard's warriors, reputation, and put thousands of Vanir innocents in the way of slaughter." Loki stripped off his battle armor and let his belt drop onto the wardrobe floor. "Now you look thoughtless and that is more dangerous to a state than anything. If I hadn't saved you-"

"Saved me?" Sif scoffed, turning to glare at him. Her arms sat atop of her breasts. "I didn't need saving. Perhaps it wasn't the best idea, but at least I reacted!"

"You were wrong. You aren't to make those calls anymore." Loki pulled off his tunic and stood bare-chested before her. "I'll have no argument. You have no idea the power I do in fact have over you as your husband. The laws are old and out-dated, but they still stand. You are to obey me in matters of state, and I'll hold to that. Not because you're a woman; because you're inexperienced at ruling. You have no command of the military as of now."

Sif threw her hands in the air and laughed. "I do not belong to you, and I won't obey and order from the lies of you-"

"You will!" Loki raced toward her and grabbed her by the shoulders. He shook her once to put an end to her laughter. "This isn't a game! You are playing with real lives!"

Sif shrugged out of his grasp. "Don't touch me."

"Please," Loki snarled. "Must we relive these theatrics?"

"I am not owned by you."

"I never intended to until you sent my friends to battle without discussing it with anyone, with council, with me." Loki ran his hands through his hair, which fell into his face messily. "I am responsible for our people. I'm also responsible for your actions. Because of your foolishness, our element of surprise was blown. Thor had to lead his team in tonight. We suffered losses of the elite team. Tyr escaped."

"What of Olenna?" Sif breathed.

"Dead. Like our men." Loki kicked off his boots and threw them into the wardrobe harder than they meant to. Perhaps the deaths would have happened tomorrow anyway, but they sure felt like they were due to Sif's impulsive move.

"Warriors die in battle. That's it. At least our foe is vanquished!" Sif exclaimed. "You would stand by and do nothing and have our enemies think us weak because you do nothing to show our force? That is somehow better than this outcome?" Sif cried. "I'm not sorry. I'd have gone through with the attack. I'd do it again tomorrow if the armies were still mine to command."

"That is stupid and a senseless waste of Asgardian life-"

"You're stupid!" Sif bellowed. In a flash she lashed out, a dagger gleaming in her hand. The sharp tip grazed Loki's chest. Knowing she didn't hurt him, Sif stood back and only felt mildly foolish. "You shouldn't have stopped me. I could have ended her and scared off any would-be attackers for centuries to come. None would have perished but our enemies."

As blood seeped from the superficial wound, Loki breathed deeply and closed his eyes. The air around him electrified. "Leave," he whispered.

"No," Sif whispered. "Tell me why I'm wrong." She knew the consequences. Though the hair on her arms and neck stood, Sif stayed. If her husband was about to lose his temper over something she'd done, she deserved to see just how outraged he was.

"Leave now." Loki glanced up at her. "Leave!"

"No!" Sif cried out. "You cannot protect me. Fight me, if you're so angry! Yell at me! Convince me I was wrong!" She twirled her dagger in her hand. "I struck you before your guards and friends. Strike me back. I can defend myself." Guilt, disappointment, and a need to rid herself of the negativity drove her to push him further. Perhaps their dead warriors were her fault. "Punish me, then!" she pleaded. "Fight me. Give me what I went seeking out."

Loki cried out as the negative energy swirled within him. He slashed his arm in a fast motion and the floor to ceiling bookshelves in their room exploded. Books flew everywhere. "I've married a fool!"
He directed his uncontainable rage toward inanimate objects in the room: the bed, the chairs, the paintings. As things flew about the room, exploded, or broke in half, Sif stood staring at her husband. Part of her marveled at his power and the magic, the other half of her detested him for reining her in.

The electric charge in the air remained. Loki stood, chest heaving, with his arms at his sides.

"Punish me," Sif mumbled.

"No. You aren't a drunken warrior at a pub. I won't lay a hand on you." Loki's voice was dangerously quiet. "Though you may want a brawl to clear the air, I'll not abandon honor all together."

"Punish me," Sif repeated, her lips parted and eyes half lidded. "You aren't done letting your frustration out yet. If you won't fight me, fuck me. Something. After all, it is our wedding night," she added weakly. Loki was glowering at her. The expression was intimidating, but she still wasn't frightened.

"You want me to fuck you? Fine," Loki snapped. She turned to move out of his way as he stormed across the room, but he grabbed her roughly around the hips. "This is your idea," he growled as she struggled.

Loki threw her down onto the bed, then grabbed her by the belt and dragged her back toward him. Though he wanted to say something, words just didn't form on his tongue. None saw him as brute strength, but he easily ripped her leggings and tunic to allow him access to her body. Whether he'd recall what was happening, he wasn't sure. The wild, primitive nature of his magic was overtaking his logical thought processes. It took supreme concentration to wield it and use it successfully, but he'd let it get too out of control. Now it had to simply burn out.

"Loki," Sif panted. Excitement and fear raced over her. She'd always preferred rough sex, but Sif had never dared provoke him while his seidr was surging. The desire had been there. Now, she figured, she deserved what pain befell her. Perhaps a jolt of his energy would be enough to wipe memory of her first failed day as princess from her mind.

"Shut up," Loki growled. He clasped her hands together and jerked them upward over her head before holding them there. With the other hand he pulled himself out of his leggings. He stroked his member as he suckled and nipped at her breasts.

The moment he made contact with her, a light tingling started over her entire body. Sif's heart hammered in anticipation. Whether she would get a blast of the energy or sex would wear it off, she couldn't guess.

"Punish you," Loki growled suddenly. "How am I supposed to do that?"

"Do anything you want to me," Sif pleaded. They'd played games where she was subservient to him, but now they both realized it to be true. "I'm at your command."

Loki delivered a sharp bite to her nipple before plunging into her. The wet sounds surprised him; Sif had seemed somewhat nervous. Yet she was ready for him and he thrust himself into her as hard as he could. Though he'd fucked her thousands, millions of times over the centuries, she still felt as tight as the first time they'd fumbled about and learned how their bodies fit together.

"Loki," Sif breathed. "Norns, ah, ah-"

"Quiet," Loki barked. "I know one way to stop your whining," he said as he straddled her and pushed his cock against her lips.

Sif eagerly accepted him and licked his member enthusiastically. He pushed the full length of himself into her mouth, then quickly removed it. His power was subsiding to desire, but even so, he didn't want to hurt her. He rolled onto his back and pulled her onto him.

Sif trembled. "Loki, I-" Another thrust made her squeal in pleasure and collapse forward, pressing her lips to his.

"I said to be silent," Loki snapped. "You want an audience? You shall have one as part of your punishment." He pulled Sif, her ripped clothes hanging open, to her feet. The prince tore the remaining shreds away and tossed them to the floor. "There will be a gathering in the courtyard below," he said. "Drunks celebrating their safe return sans battle." He slapped her ass. "Get out there."

Sif's nipples stood erect. She'd never felt so dominated. Her legs trembled and the cool night breeze sent goosebumps down the back of her arms. "I cannot – what if-"

"You wanted punished. This is your punishment," Loki growled seductively. "You cannot tell me you haven't begged me to fuck you in the sight of all." He flicked his fingers toward the doors, which opened on their own accord. "They're drunk. They won't remember a thing in the morning."

Sif walked out onto the balcony a few steps. Loki shoved her forward so that she leaned against the railing. A moment later his hand was on her neck and he bent her so that her torso hung over it at a ninety degree angle.

Below her, dozens of warriors had gathered and were drinking to celebrate coming home without shedding blood on Vanaheim. They'd soon have more to celebrate, she thought to herself.

"You've always wanted this, haven't you?" Loki snarled. He spanked her firmly then spread her ass cheeks apart.

Sif gasped and reached back to pull his hands away, but stopped when he began to work her ass with his fingers. "Ah, ah," she whimpered quietly. "Shh, they'll-" Suddenly she cried out.

Loki had pushed into her, his cock already dripping wet from her soaked pussy. He groaned in pleasure as her muscles contracted and quivered around him. Slowly, he pulled out before quickly sliding back in. He looked down and watched himself penetrate her anus. Somehow it was the one thing they'd never done.

Sif moaned and her breasts bounced up and down in sight of all. Several commoners and warriors in the courtyard heard her cries and looked about. A few of the pointed up to her. Within seconds, the entire courtyard was watching her. Their smiles were wide and sinister. She glanced back at Loki, her lips red and parted and eyes sultry. "I thought I was your property? You should show me off in front of the realm?" She looked back down to the men as they watched her breasts jiggle to and fro with every thrust.

"I told you to be quiet," Loki whispered in her ear. "I knew you wanted them to see you." He knew he was standing far enough back that those below wouldn't see him. Perhaps rumors would swirl about who was fucking the princess on the balcony on he wedding night, but he didn't care. He glanced over her shoulder and felt immediately more erotic to see a dozen men looking up in surprise and lust at his wife. That's the feeling he imagined he'd experience should Thor ever walk in as he'd fucked Sif under his nose. Unfortunately, they'd been too sly and the older prince had never found them undressed.

Now Loki's hands found Sif's breasts and he fondled them vigorously. He slid a hand to the wetness between her legs. His cock still in her ass, he deftly manipulated her clitoris until she half screamed, half laughed an announcement that she'd orgasmed.

The crowd of men below jeered and cheered. Loki pulled Sif back from the balcony and pushed her down onto her knees just in time to ejaculate onto her breasts. "Now bid them goodnight," he said in exhaustion.

Sif stood and, with semen shining and dripping from her, bid the warriors a good night.

The warriors shouted up jeers and lewd suggestions. Sif turned to Loki for a cue. The attention and taboo nature of the balcony tryst was invigorating. Had Loki commanded her to pleasure herself while the gallery looked on, she would have.

"Now get back inside. I'll have you in the shower next."