Sifki Week, Day 2- First Kiss
In which Fandral is a jerk for story purposes and Loki is surprised.
"Come now, Sif, do you mean to tell us that you have never been kissed before?" Fandral questioned, his voice teasing.
Thor chuckled loudly along with Volstagg as they looked at the warrior girl intently, Hogun standing off to the side slightly, only a small smirk betraying his normally indecipherable demeanor as he looked on with interest.
Sif wasn't sure how exactly this topic had come up, most likely with Fandral bragging about some tavern girl or another, as usual, but she was less than pleased that the attention had been turned on her and her lack of experience.
"Some of us have more important things to do," she said, careful to keep her voice steady and free of the ire she felt inside. Her companions were no Loki, but they would surely pick up on her uncomfortableness and tease her relentlessly all the same if she wasn't careful. "And from your performance in the training yard today, it is quite clear where your priorities lie, Fandral of the Seven Loses," she smirked, pleased to see the grin drop from his face.
Thor gave a loud laugh at Fandral's expense before he turned back to her. "Surely there is time for fun both on and off the sparring circle, Lady Sif?" he questioned, once again goading her.
"Our Lady may enjoy playing at being a warrior like the men, but perhaps she is still too womanly when it comes to matters of the heart. Or the loins," Fandral suggested, his words and narrowed eyes suggesting he was still quite irritated by her earlier remark. "Surely she would never indulge in any carnal activities just for fun or pleasure; a woman can never keep her heart separate in such matters."
Sif turned on him angrily, moving to draw her sword, before Volstagg stayed her hand. "You know not of which you speak!" she yelled angrily, moving so she was only inches from his face. Although he was a few inches taller, Fandral still found himself stepping back from her intimidating posture. "I can do the same as any man! I will kiss anyone, I am not afraid!" she declared, turning to glare at each of them in turn, pleased to see all but Thor avert their eyes from her heated gaze.
How dare they speak to her in such a way? Had she not proven herself, time and time again, to be the equal of, if not better than, any man amongst them? Sif was certainly not weak nor fool enough to be holding out for true love or some such nonsense. She had just… never seen the point of it. But she could have unattached fun just like any of them.
"I sense a challenge!" Thor declared, his good mood still intact, much to Sif's annoyance. "Prove your words true to us, Lady Sif. Kiss a man of our picking this very moment. Do you accept?"
She could hardly turn down a challenge from the prince, not that she wanted to, of course. "Indeed," she said, head held high, refusing to back down. "As long as they are worthy of my affections, of course. I am not fool enough to kiss some of these unwashed, uncouth trainees," she clarified, knowing better than to leave anything to chance around these four, as she gestured to those still sparring around them. "I would sooner kiss Fandral," she added, wrinkling her nose for effect.
Fandral gave a snort and crossed his arms, muttering something about rather kissing Hogun than her, the man in question shifting away and sending Fandral a sidelong glance at his words.
Volstagg chuckled, "Why of course, my lady, perish the thought," he said amused, earning himself one of Fandral's glares.
The group looked around the yard for a few moments, considering their options as they looked for a suitable candidate until Thor gave a cry of triumph as his eye's landed on his brother, Loki. "I have found the perfect contender for you, Sif. Who would be more worthy than Loki? Surely you consider a prince of Asgard an acceptable subject for a kiss?"
Sif blushed faintly at the suggestion, she certainly hadn't expected that.
"What's the matter, Sif? Afraid?" Fandral mocked her, noticing the flush across her cheeks. "Your sudden redness seems to indicate so."
"I am merely flushed from the exertion of training," she insisted, quickly covering up her reaction. "Something I can see from the lack of sweat on your brow that you know nothing about," Sif smirked, hitting his sore point once more.
"I'm not hearing a 'no,'" Fandral practically growled, his irritation growing with every insult she flung his way.
"I accept," she ground out, turning on her heel and stalking over to the younger prince where he was seated on a bench beneath the shade of a tree along the edge of the training yard.
Loki had not been paying the five warriors-in-training any mind, so focused on his books he barely registered their raised voices, only vaguely noting they must have been arguing again; not exactly an uncommon occurrence. They were always behaving like adolescents, and even though that's what they all were, it still irritated him, especially when it interfered with his studies.
Suddenly, before Loki could even raise his head at the sound of the stomping footsteps quickly approaching him, he found himself being pulled up to standing by the front of his coat, his eyes meeting the determined ones of Sif. Before he could open his mouth to irritatedly question her actions, the young warrior had smashed her lips against his own, catching him completely off-guard. It only lasted a few moments, but Loki was left standing there wide eyed and unblinking for almost a full minute after she pulled away and stiffly walked back over to the group. His mouth had dropped open when she turned away, looking the definition of shocked. He watched dazedly as Sif rejoined the cheering group who were now laughing and clapping her on the back, congratulating her for proving them wrong.
As the five left the yard together, Loki felt like he was looking at Sif, really looking at her, for the first time, noting the curves of her body, the way her hips swayed as she walked, the lines of her neck as she pulled her hair back, the lovely sound of her laughter. He was noticing Sif the girl, the young woman, not Sif the warrior.
He licked his lips as he watched her, remembering how strangely soft hers had felt, not at all like he would have expected, not that he ever thought of such things. Loki had never kissed anyone before either, too busy studying his books to bother with such frivolity like the other boys did, not to mention most Asgardians gave him and his magic a wide berth, including the females. Yet now he found himself thinking only of kissing, of kissing Sif in particular, and it confused him greatly. Loki felt warm as he continued to stare at her retreating form, not fully understanding why it felt like things had changed, but knowing that everything had.
As her friends laughed and joked as they left the training yard, Sif surreptitiously glanced back over her shoulder to look at Loki, who had yet to move, and felt a strange knot form in the pit of her stomach, one she had near felt before when she looked at him. She felt herself blushing again, her thoughts replaying the kiss in her mind, which only caused the redness on her cheeks to spread. Thankfully, the others were too busy regaling each other with tales of their own first conquests to notice.
Sif found herself wondering if perhaps Thor and the others were right after all; she was unable to control her heart as easily as her sword. In fact, she felt as if she were wielding a blade for the first time, full of uncertainty and awkwardness, all because of the dark prince. And her first kiss.