My roleplay partner gave me a drabble prompt and this is what came from it:
Sif's eyes fluttered open as she regain consciousness, her chest felt like it was on fire, she gasped and sat up, remembering the searing pain as something shot through her chest. The dragon must of ambushed them but when she checked she found no wounds par a scratch over her heart, she frowned looking around herself. Realizing Fandral was beside her she dove on him checking if he was alive, and smiled watching his chest rise and fall.
Fandral's eyes fluttered gently and he struggled to sit up, Sif had been awake for quite some time and was inspecting the giant golden carcass of the beast Gorinwinch, "Ah, finally you are awake Fandral, that is good to see" Sif smiled at him from over the beast's scaly body.
The warrior rose to his feet and walked to the dragon's body, he frowned as voices echoed in his memory, but as he tried to grasp it they vanished like smoke in his mind. "Sif…" Fandral whispered "I do not recall what happened… do you?" he rubbed his chin in thought.
Sif chewed her lip, "The beast obviously ambushed us no doubt, but we slayed it by cutting its soft underbelly" she pointed to the slash of open flesh that poured golden blood, "and we cut out the monster's heart, killing it".
The smoke of memory tugged at Fandral's mind, this story felt wrong but there was no other explanation for the event, and Sif's story was plausible. "Aye, tis what happened" Fandral turned his face to the sky "Heimdall!" he shouted "Take us home!" The two warriors and the dragon's body was yanked upward into a rainbow light and stood at the entrance of the bi-frost back at Asgard.
Heimdall watched the two carefully, but a not a word was uttered to either, Heimdall helped them carry the golden beast to Odin's throne room with the two warriors.
There was much rejoicing in Asgard on that day, the lady Sif herself had become one of the first women to become a warrior of Asgard, she and Fandral had killed a mighty dragon that all other's feared. The body was found to be entirely gold, but it had been once a man, its body had been sent to the smithy to be melted into weapons for Lady Sif, Thor, Odin, Loki, and the Warriors Three. It's nine heads carved up and melted into shields and amour, enough for Sif, Hogun, Volstagg, Fandral, Thor, Loki, Heimdall, Odin and Frigga. There was a large feast thrown in Lady Sif honour, it went for what seemed like days, but the events that had happened on Midgard had changed Fandral, at the feast he was quite, turning the shield that he had be awarded over in his hands, the inscription of Fandral, sword raised at the nine headed dragon, it made Fandral's stomach churn. He had grown far more outgoing than previous, earning the name Fandral the Dashing for his fine features and alluring nature and fine golden hair even Freya envied, in training he was boisterous and often showed off much to the joy of the admires that followed him around. But Sif noticed when he thought no one was looking he looked saddened, when she asked what was wrong he laughed and said she was mistaken, this only infuriated Sif and she vowed never to speak to the pig headed Fandral unless it was life or death.
As the months moved on Sif became famous with her adventures with the Warriors Three and the Asgardian princes, but there was gossip moving around Asgard that something had happened between Sif and Fandral on Midgard, but nobody dared ask. Sif normally would of cast these rumours aside but they did hold a grain of truth, something had happened between her and Fandral in Midgard but what? Sif was a lady on a mission.
Fandral waved off another admirer as he entered his chambers "not tonight m'lady, surely you have worn me out enough for one night!" she giggled and went her way. Fandral shut and locked the door, sighing with relief at being alone, his keen icy blue eyes trailed around the room as something was off. The shield made of Gorinwinch's hide was not in its normal place, hidden from view on the floor but mounted as it intened to be on the wall. "Who is here? How dare you enter my chambers!" Fandral snarled to the darkness, striding across the room and ripping the shield off the wall.
Sif stepped out of the shadows "I should of known that you would notice my presences" her hazel eyes narrowed on his "why do you not wish to display your triumph over the dragon, Fandral?"
Fandral glared at her "Tis none of your business Sif, please leave before castle tongues begin to wag".
"Nay I shall not leave until I got what I came for"
"And what prey tell is that, m'lady?" Fandral worked his jaw, angry that she had not spoken to him in months and cared to wonder what was wrong with HIM
Sif did not waver her intense gaze but her voice was just a whisper "what happened on Midgard Fandral? And I do not mean what we have been saying… for something entirely different happened did it not?"
Fandral anger just washed away from him, he felt as if all the hate and sadness that had built up over the months just poured out "Sif…" he refused to look at her but felt her gaze bore holes into him "…I cannot say for I do not fully know myself, I believe we shall never know what truly happened" he heard her step closer, he flinched expecting a slap for what she would assume was a lie but instead of the stinging pain of a slap across his cheek there was a kiss, soft as a butterfly's touch. Fandral was in awe, someone who had worked her whole life to be seen as made of stone was gentle as a cat…
"Thank you Fandral" Sif whispered before leaving the room in a rush. Fandral was left standing there, his hand lightly touching the place upon his cheek where she had kissed him, maybe Sif was not a stone carving or a house cat, she was the Asgardian Tigress for there was no other way to explain her, did she know she was not carved out of stone?
Fandral bent and retrieved the shield that was lying on the floor, he swore as a stray pin that had hung the shield upon the way cut his finger, golden blood oozed from the wound, Fandral looked to the shield and used his blood to change the image of him slaying Gorinwinch, to him begging for Sif's life to the nine headed dragon.