Moments ago Lady Sif had asked for to speak with Dante in private, moments ago Dante didn't think much of the request, now she stood on the balcony staring at the warrior like she'd grown a third head.
"I'm sorry do you want to run that by me one more time?" Dante asked in utterly disbelief. She had to have misheard her that was the only explanation.
Sif looked over her shoulder cautiously before speaking again, "I said Loki is dangerous, he has always been trouble and cruel. I am not sure why the All-Father has released him from punishment but you need to be careful Lady Dante." Sif placed her hand on Dante's arm as a means of comfort. "If he should be cruel or raise a hand towards you please do not hesitate to come to me or the Warrior's Three. We will help you in any way we can."
Dante brushed Sif's hand off her arm, "That's what I thought you said." She took a deep breath. "And here I was so proud of myself for not beating the ever living shit outta someone today."
"What are you…" Sif began, but was brutally interrupted when Dante blasted her into the middle of the wedding reception. Sif landed on the nearest table and slid down its length knocking everything off and ending lodged in a mead barrel.
Dante whistled impressed with herself, "Damn I didn't think she'd go that far." After a moment of patting herself on the back, Dante noticed everyone staring at her. "Hey, did y'all see a brunette fly by here?"
Within seconds Thor had Dante by the arm before Loki could reach her. "What is the meaning of this outrage Dante? You have attack one of my friends!"
Dante smiled so coldly at Thor it was a wonder that he didn't turn into a block of ice. "I know I warned/threatened you yesterday about calling me by my rightful title. Did I not, husband?" She didn't even look away from Thor as she addressed Loki.
"Yes, you did. I believe you said you would turn him into Princess Thor if he every spoke to you with such disrespect again." Loki gripped his brother's shoulder tightly. "It would be wise to release my wife, brother."
"Not until…"
"Your friend pulled me aside to tell me how vile your brother is and that if Loki ever abused me in anyway she and your Warriors Three would protect me." Dante spat as she ripped her arm from Thor's grip. "I don't know about you but where I come from traitors to the crown aren't usually able to speak such bullshit because they're rotting corpses in the ground."
"I am no traitor!" Sif screamed as she grabbed a knife and charged at Dante.
"No, you just disobeyed the acting reagent's orders, plotted his downfall, incited war, abandoned your duties a protector of this realm, and not to mention disobeyed the Allfather's final orders regarding Thor's punishment." Dante shouted back while she dodged the initial jab made by Sif. "I am over seven thousand years old, Queen of Midgard by right of blood and conquest, and heir to the throne of Elemis birthplace of the Elementals, little girl." She released the tight hold her had over her power letting it fill the hall. "Do I look like I need the protection of some pathetic traitors?" She asked rhetorically. "If you ever set foot in my realm again you better walk the fucking line, you disobey me, I will not be as forgiving as your Allfather." Dante reached forward knocking aside Sif's weapon grabbing her by the throat and tossed her back into the broken mead barrel. "I will mount your traitorous skull on a pike and place it in my front yard as a grotesque lawn ornament." She took a deep breath and slowly began to pull her power back into herself.
Before Dante could even relax for a second Sif was back up and charging her again with her fist poised to strike. Anger made the woman reckless attacking Dante bare handed. Dante caught Sif's fist easily but realized too late that it was just a distraction as a wine bottle was smashed over her head. Grabbing her head Dante stumbled back a few steps.
Sif smirked triumphantly, "How's the wine this evening, my lady?" She cackled.
"Bitch," Dante growled dangerously, her silver eyes alight with rage. "I'm going to rip off the lower half of your jaw and make you dig your own grave with it and watch as you bleed to death in that pitiful excuse you call a fucking grave. Sabin, my blade now!"
Loki intervened quickly as he pushed Sif back with his magic into the nearest table. Dante did not need to be handling sharp objects that could only mean bad things. Gods above knew his woman was dangerous without one.
"Sif!" Thor and the Warriors Three ran to he side and helped her to her feet. Sif glared at Dante, pure hatred in her eyes. This was far from over.
Dante stepped forward intending to beat the fight out of Asgard's female warrior but an arm wrapped itself around her waist and held her tight.
"Wife, if you continue you'll stain your beautiful gown with a traitor's blood." Loki stated with reason, "It would be such a waste of a perfectly good evening of drinking and feasting anyways." Dante seemed to contemplate his words. "Please my dear beautiful wife."
Dante let out an audible sigh, "Fine, but only because you asked nicely."
"Get them out of here Thor before I have the guards remove them." Loki spat indignantly, "You four are no longer welcome in mine or my wife's presence."
"Loki," Thor beseeched, but was met with cold indifference from both. Gently he picked up Sif and left the hall with the other three following like lost puppies. After a few tense moments passed the party started to return to normal, albeit a tad quieter now that Thor and his crew had left.
"Mistress?" Sabin called out from the shadows behind Dante. Only the sword's hilt was visible in his hand the shadows hid the rest from view.
Dante shook her head, "I'm fine. Go home and rest Sabin I will summon you when I intend to leave this hellhole, but leave my blade."
"Of course, Mistress." With that Sabin disappeared.
"Where is he going to put your blade, my wife?" Loki asked honestly curious.
"Next to my side of the bed, where else?" Dante answered matter-of-factly.
"Sounds like some interesting foreplay my lovely bride."
Dante just rolled her eyes at Loki's attempt a perverse humor. "You know what they say, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Stab and thrust up. You'll find it in not time at all."
"So you're after my heart now? I thought you said love was for children, my dear."
Loki gently took Dante's hand and led her to the dance floor hoping to ease some of the anger he could feel still radiating off his new bride. An angry bride would be not be a fun bride, especially on their honeymoon night, and he had such plans for this night before Sif and the moronic three. After a couple of dances he looked into her gorgeous silver eyes and could see her ire finally waning. Just a bit more and she'd be all his.
"Think of it no more, I command you." Loki ordered mirth dancing in his green eyes. Dante just rolled hers. "Certainly you can't still be upset over the words of that turncoat?"
"She didn't even blink when I said I'd put her head in my front lawn. Is decapitation not scary anymore? Should I get more creative?" She pouted.
"Dante, when does cutting someone's head off mean anything anymore?" Loki smirked.
"Well, if anything it means shit just got real, but you're right." Dante sighed dramatically, "Back to the drawing board."
"The second threat was very well done though, a very strong ending. I dare say that will be hard to top."
Dante smiled brightly, "You might just live out the year, husband."
"I'm glad you think so, wife."
Sabin let out an exacerbated sigh as he appeared in Dante's home back on Midgard. Hilda was sitting in an armchair waiting for him.
"How was the wedding?" Hilda asked excitedly her crystal blues eye sparkling, "Was it beautiful? Did she like her dress? What was Loki wearing? The vows? What about the reception? Was there reception? Why did she need her sword?"
Sabin put his hands up in surrender, "Whoa one question at a time Hilda! Jeez, I just got home let me sit down and I tell you everything." He sat down across from his over excited friend. For being only 5'2 and barely twenty-two, Hilda did not look like much, but she was the resident clairvoyant, though that didn't mean she saw or knew everything. She had a strange obsession for dressing very eccentrically and was a nice as can be, unless you pissed her off then she'd show you her famous right hook. "Where were we?"
"Wedding!"
"Right, the wedding. It was good as weddings goes I suppose, the entire hall was filled with people. She loved her dress, even made me find her "fuck a mother up" leather boots to go with it. I think it rivaled her love of the vintage Versace you found her." Hilda squealed happily. "Loki was wearing his full armor and helm, so was Thor, I guess that it's customary in an Asgardian wedding. Dante was a smartass during her vows promising to do everything that Odin failed to do for Loki, his eye kept twitching while she spoke them. There was one hell of a reception everyone was dancing and feasting until the Lady Sif decided to piss Dante off by saying something about Loki being abusive and her too weak to defend herself. She got real mad after that chick smack her with a bottle and that's when she called for her blade."
"Why didn't you bring it back?" Hilda eyed the empty slot on the wall, "It hasn't moved from that spot in decades."
"She asked me to leave it." Sabin said quietly.
"Everything will be fine Sabin." Hilda stated with a faraway look.
"I pray you are right."
"I'm always right."