"Hello Sif." Loki said.
Sif remained silent, which compelled Loki to keep speaking.
He paced. "I'm sorry you had to see that, the court does not usually act so..boldly.
But they are frightened and confused, and they need a leader..and in this way they are very much like you."
Sif snarled. A warrior of Asgard similar to these monsters? It was an insult not to be borne. Loki's eyebrow arched but he continued as though she had done nothing.
"I know you don't understand yet, you can't possibly. But you and I are apart of a movement greater than anything you have ever seen. I am leading us into a world of promise. One that you can be apart of, that you and I will rule together."
He had a strange light in his eyes. He had ceased speaking and she realized he was waiting for her to speak. She had a hundred questions, a thousand insults, but she couldn't seem to speak.
She swallowed and stood. "You speak madness Loki." He stiffened. She continued. "I will not be your queen. I will not let you do this to the realms, you will destroy everything the All-father has built. How can you do this to your father Loki? What has happened to you?"
Loki was livid. His voice was low and dangerous when he spoke again. "What's happened? What's happened? This happened!" his skin flushed blue and his eyes became dark garnet, Sif flinched "He is not my father! I am not like you Sif, because no matter how much he claimed to love me, he could never have a frost giant sitting on the throne of Asgard! Why do you think he favoured Thor all these years? Well no more! I will no be second any longer. Before my work is done, I will have destroyed this race of monsters, and I will be true heir to the throne!"
His skin faded and his eyes cleared as he spoke.
Sif felt a sliver of ice creep down her spine. "No! Loki you can't kill off an entire race!"
Loki's angry expression changed to one of manic humor. He smirked. "Why not? If you don't believe in this now, you will soon. You will be my queen Sif."
Sif gritted her teeth. "How far do you think you will get before Thor stops you? In fact, what's to say the Warriors have not noticed my absence? I wont let you do this Loki!" She forced herself to stop before she triggered a rage in Loki.
Instead he laughed. "Oh Sif, how I enjoy your unwavering faith in those bumbling fools. You are quite right though, they did notice your absence, however, you might say they are on their way to being reunited with Thor."
Sif gasped. "You didn't."
"I did."
She sank back down to the chair. Her head was dizzy. "And- and Heimdall? You think he does not see what you are scheming?" She dreaded the answer.
"I'm afraid Heimdall has been…relieved of his duty."
Burning hatred. It threatened to consume her.
"You're lying." But even as she said it, she knew it was true. It made sense, too. To carry out his plans for her, he couldn't have any interference. Even though she understood, it didn't make it any better.
Loki smiled. He chuckled and walked closer to her. "Sif, I come with glad tidings. You should be proud to be apart of this."
"Let. Me. Go. Now." She emphasized each word and put as much venom into it as possible. Loki shook his head, disappointed. "You are quite stubborn, you know that?"
"I learned from the best." She countered.
Loki's emerald eyes glinted.
"You will join me for a special banquet. Held in honor of the new king, and queen."
That sparked another thought in Sif's over-crowded mind. "Where is Laufey?"
Loki's features tightened ever so slightly.
"The old King of Jotunheim was sick for some time, and so, with ceremony and grieving, he was passed on to the frozen lands. Of course he had to claim an heir, and, well, you know the rest."
She didn't believe it for a second. "You killed him, didn't you?"
Loki's mouth twitched. "You don't miss much do you?"
She was about to speak when she heard a shuffling noise. She looked past Loki to the door where a Jotun who was obviously a servant was standing with mouth gaping and eyes wide.
He (or she, Sif couldn't be sure) had heard Loki's confession. Loki followed Sif's eyes. He realized what had happened in an instant.
"What are you doing in here!" He asked, his voice dangerously low.
The servant looked absolutely terrified. "Y-your majesty! I-I came to tell you that the embassy had arrived."
He (Sif decided it must be a male) bowed deeply to Loki. Loki narrowed his eyes. "Very well, leave us and don't dare to let me see your face again."
The servant almost fainted with relief as he bobbed his head repeatedly and hastily turned around. Suddenly Loki pulled back his arm and shot his spear forward.
Sif leaped out of her seat. "No!" She cried. But it was too late. The Jotun screamed in pain as the blast hit his back and pierced his heart, melting him from the inside. Sif cringed at the smell of burning flesh.
She turned to Loki in horror. She hated the Jotuns, hated them deeply, but she couldn't believe Loki. "How could you?"
She fumed. Loki calmy straightened his sleeves. "He might have told someone about my little..indescretion, and I can't have rumblings within the realm can I?"
Sif almost strangled him right there. Be calm, she told herself, you're going to get out of here but you can't lose it now. "As I was saying, you will accompany me for tonight's celebration, you may go now, the gaurds will escort you back safely."
"Why should you care about my safety?" She thought she saw his face change for a moment, and then it was gone. Peculiar.
She stood, taking one last look at the window where huge mountains surrounded by fog lay in the distance. She filed that away as useful information.
She walked past Loki but he grabbed her arm causing her to look back at him. His eyes were so intense she almost flinched. His voice was soft when he spoke. "I do hope you will learn to love this place Sif."
His gentleness surprised her. But then he cleared his throat and spoke more firmly, "Now leave me, I have important matters to attend."
She wrenched her arm from his grasp, burning a hold in his head with her eyes, she turned and walked down the steps, opened the door and was faced with only two gaurds.
As soon as the door slammed shut behind her and the lock grated shut, she was alone again in her prison.
Tonight would be the night. While everyone was distracted by the celebrations she would make her escape.
She wasn't Loki's queen, anymore than she was a good warrior. Good warriors don't get captured. She rubbed her arms. It was so cold. She wished for a fire or at least a coat. She went to the chest and began to undress.
As she changed from the long gown to sensible wool pants, a long sleeved tunic and fur-lined coat, she thought on what had transpired between herself and Loki.
If he spoke the truth then that meant the Warriors Three, her friends, were just as trapped as Thor, and without Heimdall, nothing stood in Loki's way. Except her. And now she was just as trapped as them. She paused.
What was her plan? If the Bifrost was closed to her then leaving the castle would make no difference. And if she was caught then she had no desire to find out what would happen to her. She knew it would be rash to leave without a plan, but she was frenzied with a desire to be free. This business with Loki was madness.
She would take to the mountains and go from there. If there was any way to reach Asgard she knew she could warn Frigga. There had to be other paths to the realms than the Bifrost...wasn't there? If she could get to Loki's books than she could find a transportation spell, or at least an incantation for getting a message to someone. She pulled on her boots. Yes, she would leave tonight. Now all she had to do was wait.
A/N: Hello everybody! So I would like to say thank you for all the positive reviews and to say thanks for being so patient. Writing dialogue for these two is difficult because you really have to balance the chemistry between them. It's a fine line and it takes time to weave a clear and concise conversation. But in any case, here is the next chapter and I'm definitely planning on updating much faster. I hope you are doing well! P.S. You can thank Hanz Zimmer for me even writing this chapter at all. All my inspiration hit me when I was listening to Time, from Inception, because that's the greatest song ever. Seriously, go listen to it right now.
Chapter Question: Who is excited, ecstatic, biting-their-fingernails, on-the-edge-of-their-seat-in-anticipation, for Thor 2? I can't wait.
My men of the week: I'm becoming really obsessed with Tom Hardy, like I might write a 20 chapter fanfic about him.