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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

Sif glanced sideways to Darri on his horse beside her. His eyes were on her, they had been for a while, she'd felt them. She could still feel his hands on her. His mouth. She shuddered softly, taking a deep breath hoping to quieten her arousal but it wasn't working. Luckily enough as they passed the latest ridge the peaks of the mountain fortress Qretmror came into sight.

Qretmror, the largest Dwarven city of Nidavellir. Home of King Eitri and his wife Evganda. She'd met them only once before, it was Volstagg who knew them and their kingdom best. He'd spent years here with them, helping train their soldiers and befriending the king and his two brothers Brokk and Buri.

It was where he met his wife, Brunnhilde. She was a Dwarven warrior and the love of Volstagg's heart. She was tall for a dwarf, only a head shorter than Volstagg himself, her hair was dark and curly. She had a warm heart, she'd given up her warriors life the moment she discovered she was with child.

Sif didn't think they'd have made it to Qretmror before nightfall but as the great mountain began looming over them she realised they would be there long before and her plans with Darri would have to wait, unfortunately.

Nidavellir was beautiful; Loki found himself noting. The land was vast and green, the mountain tops white with snow and yet the sun blazed down upon them brightly and warm. He'd been here before once as a young boy, a visit with Odin, Frigga and Thor to celebrate the birth of the Kings daughter Kindra. She'd been lavished with gifts and even as a babe she had the most piercing blue eyes of anyone else in all the realms. He imagined those eyes looked the same now if slightly aged.

Leaning down slightly he murmured words of encouragement to his horse so as to speed up to ride alongside Sif. His eyes had been ever watchful over her this day. The memory of the cave, the taste of her still lingered on his tongue and he was desperate for another taste.

"It seems we will reach Qretmror with good time," he noted to her, "hopefully we can get one good night of rest in the city before we depart to deal with the renegades pillaging the villages." He spoke so no one else would suspect his words had any other meaning but she would know what he meant by "rest".

"Yes I do believe that is the hope" she said to him, her eyes cast down slightly and he reached out to tilt her chin up but caught himself half way through the action and instead awkwardly patted her on her shoulder.

Just as Sif glanced up at him something else caught her eye. A shadow on the ridge above them. Then suddenly it made sense to her. Why they hadn't been attacked on the way to Qretmror.

"It's an ambush!" She called out but it was already too late. They'd walked right into their trap. A hail of arrows flew down upon them but as they covered themselves with their shields they were attacked.

The men who attacked them were not exactly skilled but their were many of them. Sif fought hard, cutting down three before dismounting from her horse to take on anyone else brainless enough to get in her way. The Warriors Three were enjoying themselves taking on the reckless rabble. Laughing and joking with one another, this was the most pathetic attempt at an ambush Sif had ever seen.

That was until she suddenly sensed someone behind her, turning she caught the man's fist and twisted the knife from him, breaking his wrist. The man screamed in agony before grabbing her and shoving her back. Before she could react another arm was around her and all she saw was the flash of a dagger before it was at her throat. Her eyes widening realising she wasn't going to be able to stop him.

Loki had been fighting off the attackers without the use of his magic. He didn't want to give himself away and he was skilled in hand to hand combat, they were no match. Looking up from the bodies around him he saw Sif, two men on her and a dagger about to cut her throat. A feeling of dread washing over him at the sight and he reacted without thinking.

Throwing out his hand, his dagger leaving his fingers and flying through the air. He knew it wouldn't make it there in time but he needed to try. Pushing out his magic he created a layer of invisibility around Sif, causing her to finish from their sights. The attackers stunned long enough for Loki's dagger to plunge into the mans back and for him to run over.

Gripping each of their necks he twisted hard hearing them snap like twigs. Taking a deep breath he let the magic drop and Sif reappeared beside him. Her eyes wide staring at him. He looked around as the fighting subsided. The men all looking at him, surprise on their faces, anger on some.

"Loki..." It was Sif's voice he heard. Looking back to her and then down at himself. His illusion had fallen in his panic. He was himself again. A different feeling gripping him.

"Sif I..." A sudden pain ripped through him and he gasped out. His hand clutching his shoulder where an arrow pierced through his armour. Hogun twisting and unleashing an arrow hitting the attacker.

Loki looked to his shoulder and gripped the shaft intending to rip it out when it began to burn and hiss! pain ripping through him as if his arm was on fire. He let out a gut wrenching scream and fell to his knees in agony. Sif suddenly beside him pushing him down.

"It's poison!" She cried out to the others who were crowding around him.

"And what?" One of the men said to her, "leave him, he's a treacherous worm."

"He's right. This is all just another trick" - "He was tricking us this whole time" - "Loki does nothing that doesn't aid himself" - "He belongs in the dungeon, leave him!" The men all had their say and not one was in his favour. The pain in his arm was so intense he he felt himself beginning to pass out from it. He knew if he did they would undoubtedly leave him here to die.

"Sif...I wasn't...agh!" he tried to speak but the poison was moving through his bloodstream quickly imparting his muscles. The anger on Sif's face told him all he needed to know. He was going to die here. Really die. He wanted to say more but he couldn't. He didn't have the words or the ability. He didn't even know what he felt. All he knew was that he ruined himself to save her. The idea of Sif dying was unbearable, especially after the loss of his mother.

Her face filled with pure anger and distrust was the last thing he saw before his body began to spasm from the poison. His body spamming and gasping for breath before it all went dark.

Sorry it's shorter than usual, been a little off but I wanted to get this out there. Might alter it later though. 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