Hello, my darlings!

I must admit, I wasn't so sure about this fic, but your support urged me on. Thank you for reading and reviewing!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Avengers, or Loki, because if I did, they would be used for my own pleasure instead of saving/conquering the world XD

Obs.: I don't know if you guys know, but in Norse Mythology Loki cuts off Sif's hair as a prank. When Thor discovers it, he has Loki swear to have a headpiece made of gold to replace Sif's locks. Loki fulfills this promise by having a headpiece made by dwarves.

He did the same in Marvel Comics, but he replaced her hair with enchanted hair made by dwarves (always these guys :D) instead of a headpiece, and it grew dark instead of blonde.

*peeks behind fingers* This is my first try at smut, so please be nice to me and forgive me any misspells.

Chapter Two

"That indeed you would be,

if you were so,

if you were shy and fierce towards men;

I alone know, as I think I do know,

your love beside Thor,

and that was the wicked Loki"

Loki to Sif, in Poetic Edda

One of the corners of his mouth quirked up. Of course, Sif was no ordinary woman. She was a warrior, she would face whatever he put her through. Loki wouldn't admit it, but her courage was what he liked the most about her. And hated too, because, deep down, he did want her to be intimidated about having sex with a man she despised so much, and yet she seemed unfazed.

He took off his shoes and moved to the small table next to the bed, where lay a bottle of mead, half-full and two goblets, one of them with traces of the liquid on the bottom. He looked at her, but said nothing, pouring some of the beverage in the other goblet for himself.

"That's an interesting choice of clothing." He commented, sipping his drink.

"Your mother gave it to me as a wedding gift and insisted I wore it tonight." Sif clarified indifferently.

"I have to hand it to Mother. I like it. A lot."

She fidgeted on her seat, suddenly uncomfortable when he leered up and down her body, hiding a smirk behind another gulp of his beverage, setting the goblet down when he was done. He reached for the opening of his shirt, but stopped himself when an idea occurred to him. He walked to the large bed and sat on its edge, beckoning her with his finger.

"Come here, my lady."

Despite the politeness of his words, it sounded like an order. She pursed her lips, her insides turning as she thought about what was coming next. He raised an eyebrow.

"I thought you said there wouldn't be any running away from me tonight."

Sif swallowed slowly and lifted her chin, standing up gracefully and walking toward him. She ignored his eyes unashamedly trailing her body as she moved, stopping herself a few steps far from him.

Loki smiled. "I won't bite you...not now. Closer."

She sighed exasperatedly and closed the distance between them, her knees slightly brushing his.

"Now what?" She demanded.

"Would you be a dear and help me remove my clothes?"

Sif growled outraged. "I am not your servant!"

"Indeed you're not." He replied calmly. "You're my wife, we're about to… get intimate, and stripping is part of it, so..." He gave her a lopsided grin. "Would you, please…?"

The warrior lady clenched her jaw, resisting the urge to slap him across the face. He spread his knees slowly, allowing her to get closer, so she wouldn't have to lean in to do her task. Her fingers found the opening of his elaborate garment, pushing it open aggressively.

"Impatient, are we?"

"Shut up."

Sif did her best to focus on her hands and get it over with, avoiding his eyes at all cost. She yelped when she felt the light touch of his long fingers on the back of her thighs, creeping up and, on instinct, she slapped him. Slowly, he lifted his eyes to her, his cheek reddening and stinging from her strike.

"Really?" His tone was ironic. "You know this is inevitable, don't you?"

"I can't help it." She gritted her teeth. "Your touch repels me."

He narrowed his eyes.

"Oh, I'm gonna touch you a lot more tonight, Lady Sif, and you are going to enjoy and beg for it."

"I wouldn't count on it."

His grin was feral and she could barely register his next movements before she found herself seated on his lap, her back to him. Loki gripped her waist with his left hand, while his right hand brushed her left shoulder to push her hair out of the way.

"So beautiful…" He murmured on her neck. "Your hair looks far more beautiful like this than when it was fair."

She snorted.

"And am I supposed to believe you made my hair like this because you thought it would look better?"

"No, no. I had no idea it would turn out like this." She tried to suppress a shiver when he moved all of her hair to rest on her right shoulder, his hand sliding to her arm and lingering there. "But it was a pleasant surprise."

He kissed her nape, moving to her neck and shoulder slowly. She squirmed a little, his grip on her waist tightening to keep her still made her suddenly aware of his erection pressing on her backside. He nibbled on the tender flesh of her neck and she bit her lip, but not before a small escaped her. She felt him smile against her skin and struggled to get up; this time he didn't restrain her. Sif walked away from him, until she thought it was far and safe enough from him, then turned on her heels. The King of Asgard was looking at her intently, amused, his eyes twinkling with malice, throwing at her face he had won.

She walked back to him, in furious strides, determined to hit him again, harder this time, but as she was just reaching him, he disappeared in front of her eyes. She heard him chuckle behind her and turned around, taken by surprise as she saw him so close to her. Her surprise turned to fury again and she raised her fist, intending to hit him but Loki grabbed her wrist first. He twisted her arm and threw her forcefully on the bed. She tried to get up but she felt like an invisible weight pinned her down. She hated when he used magic... especially on her.

"You treacherous fuckin'…"

"Ah-ah-ah." He waved a finger. "That's no way of talking to your lord husband. Now be quiet for a while, will you?"

He finished opening the rest of his garment with slow movements, watching her intently as he took it off. His body was elegantly built and a powerful sexual magnetism flowed from him. Like an exotic animal, beautiful, dangerous and enticing. She shook her head, trying to get rid of the thoughts consuming her mind. This was Loki. The Silver-Tongue, the God of Mischief, the trickster. The mere thought of him filled her with repulse. The burning feeling in her stomach as she looked at him could only be repulse... right?

Sif swallowed the lump forming on her throat as he walked to the bed. He cocked his head to the side as he looked at her.

"Do you want me, Sif?"

"I hate you." She spat.

He chuckled and kneeled on the bed.

"That's not what I asked."

Slowly, he crawled on the bed to her. She wriggled but the invisible binds held her down. He grabbed one of her ankles and trailed kisses from her calf to her knee as he leisurely pushed her nightgown up past her waist, his hand sliding so gently on her skin she couldn't believe it was Loki touching her. He moved up her body, reaching her eyes level, and kissed her sensuously, his tongue once again invading her mouth like it had always belonged there. She gave in to the kiss; there was something addictive about his kiss, toxic.

He caught her lower lip between his teeth and pulled on it as his hand skimmed from her throat to her breast, kneading it and teasing her already hard nipple with his thumb through the fabric of the gown. Loki rubbed his hips against hers, delighted to feel (more than hear) her groan against his mouth. He let go of her lips, and trailed her jawline to her earlobe, sliding to her collarbone, where he pushed one strap of her gown off her shoulder, exposing a perfect round breast. He nibbled around it, then suckled on the tip, eliciting a whimper from her. Sif squirmed and arched her back when he dragged his teeth around her nipple.

"St-stop…" She whispered, breathlessly.

He ceased his ministrations long enough to sink his head between her breasts and inhale her scent.

"Stop, my lady? We seem to be starting the fun now…" He raised his head to look at her. "Are you scared of what you'll unveil if I keep going?"

"What… what are you talking about?"

He grinned.

"Oh, you know." He leaned in to whisper in her ear. "The way you secretly feel about me."

"Don't be ridiculous."

"I've seen the way you look at me, all these years, Lady Sif. Yes, you hate me. But there is something else. There's a…", he placed his hand lightly at her breast. "…sinful…", sliding it painfully slowly over her stomach, "…dirty…", down to her core, caressing her through her underwear, inciting her to moan through pressed lips "…forbidden desire for me in you." He put a tad more pressure on his fingers and she pressed her legs together, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. "You can deny all you want, but it's there."

Her mind was foggy; her body on fire, but there was a part of her mind sane enough to throw him a comeback.

"Preposterous. You're pathetic; using magic to bind a woman to have your way with her... That's low, even for you."

Loki inhaled sharply as if she had slapped him again.

"I remember saying I would make you beg for me, dear, but that won't happen if I'm busy avoiding your blows. That's why the binds are here. But don't worry; they won't be here for much too long."

Not waiting for an answer, he moved down her body, kissing her flat stomach and tracing her navel with his tongue, moving downwards, slipping it painfully slowly under the waistline of her lacy panties, from one side of her hip to the other. Sif moaned and cursed him under her breath. He smirked and carefully slid her underwear down her slender legs, struggling a little as she fidgeted, not willing to make it easy for him.

He ran his hands smoothly, slowly, from her ankles to her knees and her inner thighs, spreading her legs apart swiftly. She gasped and he slipped one finger over her wet slit, a triumphant smile on his face as he, once again, proved no matter how much she fought, he did have an effect over her after all. Leaning in, he licked a long line upwards, making her squirm. The sound that came out of her throat made his confined erection twitch. With a growl, he roughly spread her legs wider and suckled on her clit, inciting a strangled cry from Sif. An exquisite torture ensued, where the God of Mischief alternate fingers, tongue, teeth and lips to bring her body to the brink of pure ecstasy… but not quite there yet.

She only noticed she was free from her binds when her hands tangled themselves in his dark hair, pushing him closer to her. Some part of her mind was appalled that she was actually enjoying pleasure from Loki. She never trusted him; he was dangerous. And yet some other part of her mind screamed in delight at his actions and muffle the other one.

Just as she was really close to a frenzied climax, he stopped, making her groan in frustration. He nibbled his way back to her abdomen, paying special attention to her breasts, before kissing her frantically.

"Do… you… want me… Sif?", he asked again, between ragged breaths, his eyes piercing hers, daring her to deny it.

"Fuck... you."

"I'd rather fuck you, darling."

He grabbed her hips and sank himself into her in one swift motion, causing them to groan in unison. Her legs automatically wrapped around his waist – no, she wouldn't think about that now – and he started moving, her hips rising just in time with his thrusts. In and out, in and out, excruciatingly slow, too slow for her. Loki braced himself with his hands on the mattress as Sif's own hands rested on his back, her nails digging hard on his flesh, enough to draw blood. He gritted his teeth, but his pace never faltered.

She tried to increase the rhythm with her hips, but he was steady, never slower and never faster. She gasped and moaned, unintelligible words coming out of her mouth.

"What is it?" He watched her with a smirk. "I'm here to serve, my lady, but you need to voice it for me."

He wanted her to beg. He had said it before, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of hearing her beg... would she? She wasn't so sure she could take it much longer. He shifted his position, leaning slightly to the left, increasing the friction inside her and hitting a spot she didn't know she had inside. She couldn't stop her moans, or the way her hands gripped his shoulders, or her legs squeezed him with need; her body was reacting to the sensations he was causing and she didn't care anymore. His ferverous bites on her neck weren't helping to keep her mind at its right place either.

"Loki..." It was a desperate murmur... and the first time she actually called him by his name, he noticed. What a sweet sound that was.

He raised his head to gaze at her.

"Yes, Sif?" She bit her lip as if, for a second, she regretted what she had said. "I can't help you if you don't say it, dear."

"Ple-ase..." Her mouth was so dry from gasping and groaning she choked in the middle of her plea.

"Please... what?" That hateful smile.

"Oh, damn you! Just... move faster already... please!"

"As you wish." He bowed his head in a mock reverence, his pace increasing aggresively. "That wasn't... so hard... was it?"

It was. But it felt so good she wouldn't care for now. She could wallow in self-hatred later. For the moment there was that room, the two of them and the wondrous feeling pooling in her stomach and filling every fibre of her being with unthinkable pleasure.

He sank his head on her neck and she thought she heard him whispering her name, but she was spiraling to something close to insanity and she could be hearing things. Sif took advantage of his momentary distraction and wrapped her legs firmly around his thighs, gaining enough leverage to trade their positions so she was on top.

She pressed her hand on his chest to keep him down as she rode him. He watched her, fascinated; her head thrown back, as her gorgeous hair cascaded behind her, her lips parted as the most delightful sounds left her throat. His hands roamed over her body, thighs, breasts, finally settling down on her waist. Her inner muscles were tightening around him and she moved faster, harder; her grunts and moans matching his own... She moved one last time, triggering her climax with a groan through gritted teeth, raking her nails on his skin, her body shaking from the waves of pleasure, Loki following her a couple of thrusts later.

Sif collapsed on his chest, spent. He stroked the dark strands of her hair; his breathing as uneven as hers.

"Satisfied, darling?"

Slowly, her mind was clearing from the haziness of her orgasm, and his teasing tone seemed to speed up the process. Suddenly, all she could feel was shame. Shame she had surrendered to him so passionately, shame she had begged after all, shame he had overpowered her. She silently unsheathed herself from him, avoiding his gaze, and adjusted her nightgown, laying down, covering herself with the blankets, facing away from him.

Loki watched her as she drifted off to sleep; not a single trace of his ever-present grin on his face.

So, at first, I meant to stop here, but I have ideas for more chapters. Maybe develop more of their backwards love story... What do you guys think? Should I go on?

Again, thank you for taking your time to read this.