A/N:Hello my lovelies! I know how much you must hate me right now, and I totally deserve it! I mean, disappearing for several months without a trace? Leaving you wondering if this blasted story is ever going to reach a conclusion! "Stop playing mind games with us LokiHiddlestonLover!" I know, I'm sorry! But I do, despite popular belief, have a life. You know, that thing that happens when you're not on the Internet? Well anyway, I apologize a million trillion times over and I hope this satisfies your Loki/Sif, Tom Hiddleston needs ;)

Wouldn't it be too wonderful if Loki and Sif—but I can't very well reveal any secrets can I? :) Super happy I finally finished this chapter because these scenes have been percolating in my big head like walnuts rattling around in a wooden bowl.
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Sif was cold. Her fingers, long and tapered, were blue and her breath billowed out in a vaporous steam. She looked out the window at the dark vast valley below her, sheathed in ice, and knew that the cold she felt now was nothing to what she would feel if she went outside unprotected.

She scoped the room with her eyes. She hadn't paid much attention to it at first, as questions swirled in her head, but her eyes spotted a catch in the wall. It was a simple gold oval, tilted into the rest of the wall, almost as if to make it unobtrusive and slightly hidden, but it was there. She got up from her bedchamber and walked over to it swiftly. She reached out and gently pushed on the oval. To her amazement, the wall before her began to vanish, like ice melting before the sun, only much faster. Suddenly, behind the wall she beheld a washing room of sorts.

There was a deep bathing pool, inlaid with silver and encrusted with emeralds, and the floor was covered in obsidian. A silver basin jutted from the wall. She went over to it. Sticking out above the basin was a silver pipe and she discovered that, when she held her hand out in front of it, water burst for from the spout in a steady, quiet stream. When she moved her hand to the left, the water became hot, when she moved it to the right, colder. It was the same for the sunken pool. She found a small storage space and opened it but, to her dismay, it was empty. She closed it. Her stomach rumbled and she thought, what I wouldn't give for some red meats, Hanka-ar soup and pheasant. No sooner had she thought the words than she smelled something delicious. A delicate aroma of seasoned meat and soup filled the stale air. She slowly looked slowly over to the storage door. Grasping the handle, she pulled open the door. Inside was a beautiful array of everything Sif had wanted.

Amazed, she pulled out everything from the space and brought it out to her bed chamber but she no sooner set down the food on the clothes-chest than a table, completely made of ice, erected itself in the middle of the room. It was opaque black but solid ice. She placed the food on the table and sat down. She ate until she could hold no more. She sighed and felt warmed slightly on the inside. She got up to clear the table but the food vanished and the table melted into the floor. Sif marveled a bit then murmured, "Magic," before going into the bathing room. She felt quite unclean and tired, so she knelt before the sunken pool and adjusted the water, until it was full. Then she removed her clothes and stepped into the hot water. She sighed in relief. It felt so good to be warm when all she had felt since she had been kidnapped was cold. Sif opened her eyes guiltily.

Here she was relaxing when she should have been thinking about her escape! A rush of blood to her head suddenly overwhelmed her, and she quickly rose from the pool. She stepped out and dressed hastily, her hair dripping on the dark glass floor. She wrung her hair out and tied it away from her face with a leather bandlet. She paced a few minutes while the pool drained. She looked over at the storage space and then shut her eyes tight. She wished for a double bladed sword. She went over and opened the door. Empty. Of course. She went back out to her bedchamber and sat down. Suddenly she could her the sound of many feet marching down the corridor hidden behind the door of her prison.

The hair on her neck prickled, whether from the swirling tendrils of fog caressing her or fear, she did not know. The door burst open and she stood up, defensively. Before her were six Jotun guards. Each had a silver loincloth and a sash running across their broad cobalt chests. They looked as though they had been carved from glaciers. Their deep crimson eyes bore into her. "You will dress. Then you will be escorted to his Majesty, the king. You have one hour. Do not delay."

The leader spoke in a gravelly, deep voice and Sif set her jaw. Her fists clenched, her stance defensive she only nodded imperceptibly.

The guards turned in unison and marched out. The door shut behind them and locks rasped into place. Sif sighed, frustrated, but also slightly afraid. She had only ever heard horror stories about King Laufey, giant of all giants, monster of the monsters. She couldn't know what he wanted and she was only positive it was not a pure reason that he called her forth. How she wished for home! Asgard, with it's shining buildings and warm palace courtyards. Beautiful plants and… and her friends…and Thor..

She stopped the trail of thoughts abruptly. She couldn't worry over that now. She had a mission. She knew at all costs she had to find a way out of here, denounce Loki as a traitor and quell the Jotuns once and for all. She took a deep breath and went over to the clothes chest. She opened it and to her surprise, the white nightgown had vanished and in its place a long emerald gown in a soft material.

It had one strip of material that went around her neck, and a low neckline in the shape of a v. It was backless and had diamonds tracing the neckline and falling like ice down the front of it. She sighed again. Closing the chest lid she slowly rose and began to dress.

Loki sat in a huge green velvet armchair reading. His evergreen eyes warily searched the pages but they were clouded over in a way that showed he wasn't really reading at all. His thoughts were everywhere but the words on the page.

"A little light reading, your Majesty?" Loki looked up and smiled. The book in his hands was a huge volume. A Jotun general walked over to him. Loki greeted him. "A little. What new have you brought me, Bansnir?" He shut the neglected book and set it down on a stone table. Bansnir grinned and looked slightly smug. "They have reached their destination. We have them detained underground and the Asgard are completely oblivious." He said "Asgard" in a biting tone. Loki nodded. "And what of the other enemy? What of Thor?"

"He sits like an overfed milksop, completely helpless. The Bifrost is closed to him."

"Your armies are preparing then? You know what you must do?"

Bansnir nodded gravely and put a closed fist over his chest. "We cannot fail, your Majesty…your Majesty, if I may…what can be the purpose of having a lady Asgard here?" Loki narrowed his eyes slightly. "She is not just any Lady, she is to be the future Winter Queen. She is betrothed to me, and shall be ruler with me here."

Bansnir's arms fell to his sides and his eyes widened. "Surely you don't mean to let an Asgard filth rule over Jotunheim, your Majesty! You can't mean that!"

Loki raised an eyebrow, "Can't I? What do you think, Bansnir, will happen when Odin awakens from his slumber? Do you think he will accept that his home has been overrun and defeated by his worst enemy and be glad of it? The Asgard Lady is here to bring about an alliance, a permanent peace, and Odin will not dare attack, whilst Lady Sif sits upon the throne. Besides," Loki looked out the window and spoke softly, "she is better suited to the throne than any other, she will be my queen, I have made my decision."

Bansnir nodded. He did not like the situation but liked his tongue a lot more and he knew what happened to those who angered the King. Their tongues were cut off, or worse. He simply pursed his dark lips and turned to leave. "Oh and Bansnir, tell no one yet of what is to be. I don't want panic to ensue just yet. Give me your word." Bansnir didn't turn but he said, "My word your Majesty. Not a sound past these lips."

And he left.

Loki sat for a long time after that. His thoughts went back and back and back. When Sif was a little girl and he was hiding behind the shrubbery watching her fight Thor with a stick, and then Thor ran away to play with the other boys. Sif called to him but he ignored her. She burst into tears and fell on the ground, her fair hair falling like water, off her shoulders. Loki bit his lip and then, he crept forward, out of the bushes. Sif looked up and sniffled. "What do you want?" She had asked. "I don't know." Loki had said, feeling uncomfortable.

Sif had just stared at him. He shifted than knelt. "Here look, I can make you anything you want," he took a leaf from the ground and closed his hands around it. He strained a little for effect and made sure Sif was watching. She was, intently, her tear stained cheeks sparkled in the sun. Suddenly, the leaf exploded in his hands. He patted his pants to put out the fire. He looked up, embarrassed.

Sif grinned at him. "You're very strange." She had said. From that moment on, they became inseperable. They went everywhere together. They sat by the river for hours, talking. They explored and talked about magic and adventures. They played pranks on Thor, and when Loki put a flower in Sif's hair, she blushed and looked down.

Then they had become older. They didn't speak as often. They were colder to eachother, and Sif spent more time with Thor, which drove Loki mad with jealousy. He hated her, more and more, and kept his nose in books to hide his pain. One day Loki had been walking outside when Thor invited him to a deul. Loki shrugged and agreed. He walked into the arena. He turned to get ready but when he turned around, Thor whacked him soundly on the head. He crumpled up in pain.

Then he heard laughter. He looked up and saw Sif standing in the shadows laughing softly, as if to say, pity the poor thing, so weak. Enraged, Loki flew up and ran off. He didn't speak to Sif again, but waited and plotted his revenge for such embarrassment. It came a few years later, when Sif lay sleeping. He walked over to her sleeping form, cut away all her beautiful, fair hair. And then took it to a dwarf. Of course she found out immediately the next morning, and Odin ordered Loki to repair the damage he had done.

Loki smirked and set off to create a new head of hair. He looked out across the river where he and Sif used to sit. A raven had made a nest in the tree. Hmm, a raven. It's beautiful, glossy, black feathers shone. He grabbed the bird and pulled feathers from its body. He went to his labatory and created a mixture with the fair hair and the raven feathers and then had a Dwarf fashion a new head of hair identical to the one Sif had naturally. It was done and Sif was slightly appeased, but neither one forgot after that.

Loki reminisced those days. How he had hated Thor all these years. Had he known it would be so easy to break him, he would have started sooner. He turned away from the window and walked across the carpet to the door. It was time to speak with his new queen.

A/N: Wowsers. For those of you wondering, its pronounced "Bans-neer" :) Also POV for Loki since you guys seem to like that. Chapter Question: How is Sif gonna get out of this mess? Seems like she's just a pawn in loki's games! Hope The warriors three come bust her out soon! :/