A/N: Hi! Wow, it has been AGES! I am first of all extremely sorry for my lateness in this chapter (for more information scroll to the bottom of this chapter), but in any case here is the next chapter, nice and long because I feel bad XD
Sif awoke.
She first saw a ceiling. It was high and vaulted, with sharp edges and defined designs. Huh.
The next thing she saw was covers, a bed, oval shaped, and beyond stretched a room decorated in ornate gold, and ivory, with green drapes stretched across high, wide windows that darkened the room.
She ripped back the covers and stumbled over to the window.
Please no, please, she begged with silent lips. Her dark hair framed itself against her frightened features.
She grasped the curtain and pulled it open, at the same time opening her eyes.
She let out a cry of shock and disbelief. She fell backwards and narrowly missed the corner of a gold table.
Behind the cold glass window, a warped and murky world swirled outside. Fog seeped into every corner.
Whispering fingers, calling out to her, reaching for her. They dissipated, pulling around, falling in and pushing out again, moving slowly, like a dance, not quite real, and not quite a dream.
It was enough to make Sif's skin crawl and she started to shiver.
Her eyes, usually a vibrant green, looked more like the algae found in a dark pool of water.
She knew where she was. It seemed like a lifetime ago that she had traveled here. And now she had been brought back. Why?
But more importantly, why did Loki bring her here? What was his game?
It was just like him, thinking up mischief, always making everything harder for the rest of them. And if Loki had brought her here…what had happened to Laufey? Was he dead?
When would he grow up? She gathered her wits and pulled away from the whispering fingers. She straightened herself and as she did she gasped.
What was she wearing? A long white gown traced her curves and fell into a pool at her feet.
Intricate designs of emerald and gold embroidered the neckline, which was, in Sif's opinion, far to low for any decent warrior.
She looked around the room. There really wasn't much in the room so much as how it looked. Ah! A chest was set at the foot of the bed. She walked swiftly over to it and brushed over the clasp. It didn't budge.
Frustrated she stood and looked at the table, where a candlestick sat. She grabbed it and with a hard blow delivered to the clasp, the chest opened.
The relief was almost audible. Inside were her normal riding clothes. Probably brought in by Loki as a way to humiliate her.
Though she couldn't see what he stood to gain by it. In any case, they were clothes, and she changed swiftly.
There were no weapons in the chest, obviously, but Sif knew they would not be hard to get. While frost giants were strong, agile, and smart, they lacked the initiative to fight. They simply did as they were told.
They were, sadly, very easy to beat. But Sif was not stupid, not enough to challenge even one of them in hand-to-hand combat. Too much risk in that.
She decided to try the window. Just like the chest, the window did not open, not even with coaxing from several various objects within the room.
An enchantment, that's what this was. She found the same held true for the huge double doors.
Sif was sure she would go insane if she had to stay here any longer. All she wanted to do was to go home.
Have the joke be over. Help find Thor. BAM! She was suddenly hit with a force so hard it nearly knocked her off her feet and stole her breath away.
Her eyes blurred with tears.
Why did I have to think of Thor? Where is he? Why am I here?
Thoughts raged in her mind.
She was considering breaking everything in the room, when she heard someone walking down a corridor; their feet making echoes down the walls.
They stopped behind the door. Sif waited, apprehensively, ready to fight.
Suddenly the door opened. And in to the room stepped, Loki.
Sif's eyes narrowed. "Loki," She began, but she didn't even get her whole sentence out she was so angry.
Loki casually stepped into the room. His black boots slid across the floor almost lazily as he regarded her. "Hello, Lady Sif…did you find your chambers satisfactory?"
He smiled as though they were friends, as though he hadn't just abducted her and forced her through another dimension. She thought for a moment. "I can't leave," She said numbly.
Loki smirked. "Yes, I thought the spells would be necessary, knowing you…I see you found your clothing."
She unclenched her teeth, "Let me go, now."
He had an odd expression on his face. "You really aren't in any position to be making demands right now, are you?"
"Loki, whatever you scheme is, it doesn't need to involve me, so just let me go home." Her voice, try as she might, broke when she said home.
She hated for Loki to se her so vulnerable, but she had never felt so powerless.
She quickly controlled herself and calculated possible means of escape. Window was out.
But maybe if the door was open then—and Loki wasn't really that well built. If she could just maneuver around him she might be able to—"It won't work."
Loki cut her thinking off. "Good strategy though…excepting one thing, I am not as weak as you would believe."
He glared menacingly at her. How did he know what she had been thinking? Or had he guessed?
"You don't scare me Loki, and if you don't stop acting like a child—" She never finished before Loki's hands were around her throat, wrapped so tightly his fingers overlapped.
She couldn't breathe and she was so startled she reacted a millisecond too late.
That was all Loki needed. He forced her over to the bed and pushed her down. He released his hands a bit and spoke next to her ear.
"Never…underestimate…me…I am capable of killing, and I am capable of giving life. If you want to live Lady Sif, you will respect me."
She couldn't reply but only nodded. He released his hands all together and straightened. She gasped for air and looked up at him, rubbing her neck.
He turned away from her.
"I am leaving, I must return to Asgard before they suspect that I am missing. Time runs differently here. I shall return at dawn, I expect better company when I return."
With that, his body erupted into a million molecules, all fanning together in a dark swirl of green and black smoke. The door slammed shut immediately after he left, to her dismay.
What is going on? She sat on the bed for a full hour and then, fell into a fitful sleep.
Loki, who indeed left Sif's prison, did not leave for Asgard as he had promised, he stayed a while, and watched, closely, from a distance as Sif dreamed…
Loki smiled. This was going to be fun.
A/N: OMG! Sorry everyone, for being away for like Seven hundred and fifteen years! I was at the hospital with severe (insert exotic rare disease here that there is no way in hell I can pronounce nor spell) so I was feeling rather poorly as you can imagine and didn't feel like writing a stitch…I am VERRY over due for another chapter and I am really glad you guys have been liking it! So that is enough ranting from me ;) Quick shout-out to TOM HIDDLESTON, DANIEL HOWELL, JAMIE BELL, and JAMES MACAVOY my men of the week :)