Hreidmar..king

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DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters or anything from the Marvel universe. I'm just a fan who fancied writing up what I'd like to happen after Thor: The Dark World, which is where my Fic starts. Right from the end of Movie 2. So I hope you enjoy what you read. #MatureContent...eventually...lol

Loki lay in his tent, his thoughts clouded. He could still hear Sif's melodic voice as she sang his mothers lullaby. He'd never heard her sing before in any manner. It was beautiful. It brought up feelings in him he'd buried with his mother. Feelings of guilt mad anguish.

He'd helped Thor take our Kurse when he was asked. Helped kill the monster who had taken his mother. But inside he'd always know. The monster who killed his mother was him. He should never have told that creature the route to take. It was his fault she was dead. He knew it was. He helped the monster and in doing so lost the only person he loved, and who ever truly loved him.

A sudden pain gripped his chest and he found it hard to breath. Clutching his chest he tried to find the cause but there was nothing. Rolling over and crouching on the ground, his hands gripping the soil as he gasped for breath and his vision darkened.

It's all your fault Loki. You killed her. She is dead because of you. You killed her.

He could hear the voice so clearly and it terrified him. He knew that voice. He'd heard it so many times when he was a prisoner of the Chitauri. Crubrust, was the creatures name. Loki tried to push himself up, tried to fight the waves of guilt and pain that were flooding ever nerve in his body but he couldn't. He couldn't even find the strength to try and argue back in his mind. It was true. It was all true.

He passed out on the ground, his magic dwindling as he slipped into unconscious, the pain in his chest unbearable and the voice cutting up his conscience was worse.

You're a monster. You killed her Loki. You murdered her. She's dead. Dead. Dead.

He arose a few hours later, his muscles sore and tense from the night on the cold hard ground. It took him a few moments to remember why he was on the floor before the last few moments of his night came back to him. The voice. The Chitauri enforcer who made his life hell. The very memory of his time there made his skin crawl and his blood run cold.

Looking down at his hands Loki saw they were his natural Frost Giant blue, the patterns on his skin clearly visible and he grabbed out for his armour to see his reflection matched that. Crimson eyes stared back at him from the metal of his armour. He was no longer hidden. His panic had thrown off his magic and not even his ring was helping him. He needed to calm down. Needed to focus and push his fears away.

Kneeling up he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his thoughts turning to when he was a child. Back before he learned of his true identity. Before he ever resented Thor or Odin. His mind taking him back to a single moment of peace he had.

The grass was soft under his feet. He was laughing, playing with a young Sif and Thor in their mothers garden. She had beautiful hair. Golden like the sun. So different from his, even Thor's who's hair was golden in colour but nothing like hers. Loki wanted to touch it. To see if it was as heavy as gold or as light as air.

His mother sat on the grass beside him, creating multi coloured smoke that whisped around them in different shapes as they ran around chasing them. Trying to see who could catch the first one. Loki was the first to touch one. And when he did it burst into light and sparks flew around them all in a flurry. He had no idea what he'd done but the smile on his mothers face eased him. It was a knowing smile, for that was the first moment Loki ever used his own magic. Showed his potential.

He'd spent years afterwards learning from his mother how to control it. How to harness and grow his magic but in times of need or pain he always came back to that memory. And the smile on his mothers face.

Loki opened his eyes and let out the breath he'd been holding in. He could feel his body shifting, his colour altering back into his Asgardian form before his fingers brushed his ring and he put his disguise back in place. He was fortunate no one had come to see him during the night. He could scarcely imagine what they'd do to him if they found him as himself, unconscious on the floor of their now missing companion.

Shaking his head he got up and stretched. He had no idea how Crubrust's voice had penetrated his mind. If it really was him or if the grief of losing his mother was finally catching up to him. He couldn't be sure but he hoped beyond hope that it was the latter as the very idea of Crubrust having found him was unthinkable. He may as well be dead if that where the case.

Pushing it from his mind he stepped out of the tent into the morning sun and made his way to the water to try and cool down. Crouching low he splashed some water over his face and shoulders before laying back on the wet grass and sighing softly. His hand on his chest where he had felt the pain last night, directly over his heart.

Sif sat at the opposite side of the lake and watched him as he emerged from his tent looking slightly disheveled in only his loose trousers, his chest and feet bare as he made his way to the water. His dark curls where a mess and he looked as if he had a rough night.

She'd been up for hours watching over the camp, but there was no sign of any trouble. They had a few hours before they had to leave so she had let every one sleep in a little later than usual. The men needed their rest.

She should be watching the forest around them but...her eyes were drawn to Darri laying on the grass. He looked rather content. Slowly she pushed herself up and made her way over, using the path she'd discovered under the waterfall to move from one side of the stream to the other without any difficulty.

"Enjoying yourself?" She asked standing over him. His eyes opening and he leaned up on his elbows, looking her up and down slowly.

"Well I have to say, I prefer this view to any other" he smirked playfully up at her and licked his lips. Sif wasn't sure if he was doing it to provoke a reaction from her or if his lips were just dry in the warm sun but she ignored it.

"You have a habit of wandering around without your armour on, you realise we are here because there have been villages raided and pillaged in these parts. The bandits could easily take you out if they came across us."

"Worried for my safety Sif? How touching" he spoke before thinking and quickly cleared his throat. "So where have you been hiding?" He asked curiously, he'd been certain no one was around when he emerged from his tent.

"I was across the stream, I discovered a path that leads behind the waterfall to the other side" she said and nodded to the large bushes beside the falls. She noticed Volstagg sitting by the fire, his eyes on them wearily before he nodded his head to her and got up. It was his way of telling her he would take over guard duties now and she was free to do as she wished.

Sif found herself slightly annoyed at her friends actions. She knew he was only trying to help her, but even she herself did not know what she wanted. Yes she had watched Darri more than anyone else and yes he had...thrilled her when he kissued her that first time but she was a warrior. She only thought of what was best for Asgard and her kin. Not for herself. He was a distraction she didn't need. And yet he was one she found herself wanting.

"If you like I could show you?" She offered, taking a step back when he stood up. It still surprised her when he stood beside her. His height. Almost a head taller than her. She suddenly felt the need to reach out and fix his mass of curls but of course she didn't. Instead she tightened her hand on the hilt of her sword.

"I'd like that very much" Loki said with a smile, it would be a good distraction from his mind. His thoughts had begun to grow restless with the memory of the Chitauri camp and his "Master".

Loki followed her over to the bushes and paused as she pushed them to the side. He was surprised she'd noticed the entrance to the passage with all the moss and vines that had over grown around it.

"Impressive" he found himself mumbling before walking bast her and down the passage. The walls were damp from the water above and as he walked further down he could hear the waterfall rushing. Suddenly he stepped out into a large cave, the waterfall to his right and to his left the walls stretched on for what looked like miles.

"This must be an old mining tunnel the dwarves built. It doesn't look as if it has been used for centuries now" he spoke as he moved further in, the sun streaming through the waterfall enough to light the cave.

"I came to that conclusion too when I saw this" Sif moved past him and further down into the cave, halting a few yards in she pointed up. His eyes widened a little when he realised what she was pointing at. The rocks were encrusted with emeralds. Green and glittering around them. Stunning in their purity. "They are not worth much now, but they are beautiful" Sif said with a smile. Her finger subconsciously moving to the emerald pendant around her neck.

"Yes...beautiful" Loki said softly, but he wasn't admiring the jewelled walls. He was looking at her. Remembering the sadness on her face the first night he'd seen her. Her kindness to send up a light for him. Her voice the night before as she sang. Suddenly he really didn't care about anything else. The only important thing to him in this moment was her.

Reaching out he moved his hand around her waist, testing her reaction. Her eyes widened slightly but when she made no protests or attempt to pull away he stepped closer. Looking down he cupped her cheek and pressed his forehead to hers.

"I want you Sif, I have tried to push it aside but whenever I look upon you..." He growled out softly and closed his eyes. Loki could feel the conflict inside himself. He knew she would never look at him the way she was now if she knew the truth. If she knew it was Loki who held her. Who spoke those words to her.

He didn't care. The voice from the night coming to him again, if the Chitauri -were- after him then this was a moment he was not about to let pass him by. Right or wrong, he would have what he wanted.

Sif's heart was racing as he embraced her. She had no where to go. The warrior in her was telling her to push him back, tell him no but the woman in her was screaming to be released. It had been so long since she'd been with a man. Received any kind of gentle touch in such a way.

Reaching up she cupped his cheeks and pulled his lips to hers forcefully. She'd made her decision. This wouldn't become a problem for her. She was stronger than that and damn he tasted good.

He was frozen in place for a moment before he began moving against her. His hand moving into her hair to grip it, holding her closer. His mouth moving with hers, lips parting so she could explore him. Taste him. She was rough, and her hands had moved up into his hair tugging and playing with his curls. She desperately wanted more of him, and he was bare to her. Only those loose trousers stopping him from being what she wanted him to be. Naked for her.

"I want you too Darri" she managed to gasp out in between kisses, "The way you kissed me in the training arena. The way you took charge of me. No one has even done that to me before. I enjoyed it." She told him with a playful if slightly embarrassed smile. She felt something she hadn't felt in a very long time. Her stomach fluttered with excitement. She felt nervous and a warrior she'd put such childish things aside a long time ago. Especially after her battles with Lorelei. Her greatest loss. But she wouldn't think of that now.

"So you liked me taking charge?" He said with a smirk, "Well that can be easily arranged." He chuckled and pulled her closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered to her. "You've no idea just how badly I want to taste you Sif, I'd love to have you in my bed and spend days pleasing you. Learning what makes the Lady Sif scream. Oh and you -will- scream for me Sif."

Suddenly he twisted her around so her back was pressed against his chest, his arms around her tightly, a hand moving down her armour And cupping between her legs. Even through the thick tight trousers she felt him there.

Sif groaned softly and fought herself. She wanted to take charge, but that's not how this little game goes. Reaching back she gripped his hair and tilted her head to the side as he ravished her neck with his lips. She felt as though every nerve ending of her body was on fire. And yet she was restricted by her armour. Frustrated she tried to pull her clasps free but he grasped her hands.

"Did I say you could take them off?" He growled into her ear menacingly, and she shuddered, it only increasing her arousal. "Ask Me nicely and maybe I'll let you."

Loki was enjoying himself, enjoying the control over her she offered him. He half expected her to turn around and punch him but she didn't. The smell of her alone was enough to turn him on. The minute he'd taken a hold of her he'd began to get a semi, now with his hands on her. Her soft little moans echoing around the cave, he had a raging hard on, all he wanted to do was bend her over and take her But he wanted this to last. Wanted her to come crawling back to him for more. So he took his time.

Grinding a little against her her ass just to let her know exactly how she made him feel. Just how hard she made him. They'd managed with a lot of passionate kissing and touching to remove a portion of her armour. Just enough for him to slip his hand down and touch her skin to skin.

Sif's mind was scattered as his hand took her. His fingers seeking out and finding her wetness before he gently and slowly started to massage her aching little clit. He couldn't help smiling, her gasps of pleasure were music to his ears. Even better was when she began rocking her hips back and forth, silently asking for more.

"Sif?! Darri?!" a voice called out to them in the darkness and they both froze in place. It was Hogun calling on them. Just as she was about to call out and reply he wrapped a hand around her mouth halting her.

"Yes we are here" he called back, his voice a lot steadier than hers would be, "we were just exploring the cave here, we shall return to the camp as quickly as we can."

"Alright, we are packing up to leave. The men are growing weary about staying here too long" his voice bellowed to them before they heard his footsteps head off.

Loki slowly removed his hand, raising it up and leaning over her shoulder he licked the slick sweet juices from his fingers while she watched. "You're just as sweet as I imagined you'd be" he purred against her ear, "Unfortunately it seems any other tasting will have to wait" he spoke before letting her go, annoyed and frustrated at their interruption. If they didn't get back soon the men would grow suspicious. Not that he cared.

Sif if simply swallowed hard and nodded retrieving the armour they'd managed to remove, fixing it back into place. She wished there had been more time. they barely had a chance to even you with one another.

Twisting around she stepped up to him and kissed him chastely. "My tent tonight, after nightfall. This time I get to taste you" she smirked playfully back at him and ran a finger down his chest and lightly brushing against his hardness through those now rather tight trousers of his. He's a big boy she realised. A very big boy.

She made her way back to the entrance, fixing her hair up as she did so so as it did not look in such a mess. Tonight they'd have their fun, she thought licking her lips at the thought.

Well hope you're enjoying it so far. Please leave a comment and tell me what you think. Good or bad I don't mind either really. {Winks} Catch you on the next chapter