Shortly after she had traveled through the bifrost, Sif had arrived in New Mexico, it wasn't the first time she had been there, she had gone once with Fandral, hogun and Volstagg a few years back to come to get Thor.
The moment she arrived she had begun running through the seemingly empty streets, she knew she had to find Thor before Loki tried something. She was unsure what exactly it was he was going to try but she knew it wasn't going to be good, considering he did attempt to kill her before she left.
Sif was currently in the diner that had just been repaired from the incident with the destroyer, she began walking around the establishment, searching for something, someone that was recognizable to help or aid her with her mission. Her eyes scanned the people and the tables around her, she didn't spot anyone in particular she knew. Some people talked and drank their creamy black liquids and others read multiple papers that were connected, words written on them in bold ink.
She decided to go up to a woman who seemed like she had some authority in the building, "Excuse me, do you know the time of day?" Instead of asking if she knew where Thor or Jane was she went with a simpler question, one that wouldn't come back to haunt her later. Sif took the time to examine this woman, figuring she might need her help some time or another. She was much shorter than her, her long dark hair was wavy but in an artificial kind of way, as she looked up to her, she noticed her eyes were a beautifully colored hazel. Her name tag read, Charlotte.
"Um, yes.. It is a quarter till four." She answered as her eyes looked up from her watch. If she had to estimate her height, she would guess she was probably somewhere around five one or five two.
"Thanks." She mumbled as she began walking out the door and onto the once vacant streets. Her eyes widened slightly as she saw a variety of people roaming around, they were unusual to her, they didn't look like they had things to do, stuff to accomplish like she always did. They were calm and at bay.
Sif began walking down the street, the guard's sword in her hilt, her knives and daggers inside of her leathers. She realized she was completely out of place and how many looks that earned her but there wasn't much she could do so she walked around with her head held high, chin towards the sky.
As she practically jogged down the street she decided to take a short cut through an alleyway, it was a bit dark but she figured it would be alright. She stopped her abnormal run and walked down it, letting her shoulders sink and neck muscles relax. She traveled through at ease, not a single worry on her mind, she hadn't seen the bifrost open yet so she assumed Loki must have given up.
A sudden noise of something cutting through air came whirling towards her, she had no idea what it was until she turned to see a double blade knife, it struck the side of her face, expelling a painful groan as the skin of her forehead spit open. She studied the weapon, deciding it was without a doubt, Asgardian, quickly she churned her gaze towards her attacker, the blood beginning to drip down her face.
A low chuckle sounded from the throat of the man standing before her, he was a bit shorter than Loki, something she was relived to recognize, to her it was her salvation, she knew then she could win this battle.
Sif dabbed at her bleeding head, her vision blurring as she thought up her attack plan, choosing her moves carefully, allowing him the first move.
He clicked his tongue almost mockingly, like a parent chastising their child, "Sif, Sif, Sif..." He paused staring at her footwear before looking back to her, "Such a brave warrior.. I have orders from the king to kill you.. and kill you I shall." He mumbled the last past, throwing a cluster of knives at her, barely giving her enough time to react, she dodged them by less than a milli of a second, stumbling over her own feet as she struggled to keep her vision clear.
"Wait.." She muttered looking down to the ground, a few feet from him, her eyes almost blank, giving her the appearance of not thinking at all.
"What is it woman?" He asked harshly as he spat at her, almost demanding a slap from her hand but she resisted the powerful urge.
"I-I surrender.." She stated with a massive loss of pride as she dropped to one knee, slowly raising both hands into the air, refusing to look to him.
He seemed to stare at her for several minutes, determining whether her surrender was genuine, not willing to be fooled that easily. He eventually began nodding his head like he was agreeing with her.
She held a few more seconds before she sprang to her feet, running at him as her hands slipped between her leathers, grabbing two dual daggers. She raised them in preparation as she neared her target, he had drawn his sword since he had no more knives left to throw at her.
Sif flung her first blade at him, hitting him in the lower left of his side, where a lot of his major arteries were located, grinning victoriously as he let out the same groan she had but in a more girlish way. He fell to the ground before she had even got the chance to throw her second.
"Should have known better.. A true warrior never gives up!" She stated as she kicked his side, a bittersweet smile plastered on her tan complexion. After his choking groans silenced she continued walking through the alleyway.
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Loki's hand flew to his face as he roughly massaged the bridge of his nose, "Are you positive he is dead?" He questioned the guards that had come to update him with the latest news of his assassination mission, disbelieving what he was hearing, "He was the finest in all of Asgard.." His smooth and calming voice becoming rougher by the second as his agitation grew and his patience shrunk.
They all shook their heads in unison, silently agreeing to what he was asking. Loki stood, still disguised as Odin, every time he thought about it he couldn't help but scoff and roll his eyes. No one had truly known who he was, that is, until Sif figured it out on her own, with a little help from him of course. He had only revealed himself because he had expected to be successful in properly disposing her, now he found himself in quite the predicament, considering she had escaped to Midgard and was currently looking for his oaf of a brother.
"You are excused!" He yelled sudden as his anger boiled over, spilling onto the floors and walls of the throne room. The guards quickly did as they were told, not denying him for a second. Loki sat back contemplating how Odin must appear to those around him, he began chuckling as he imagined their hushed whispers about their prized king, now more suited as a dictator. The chuckle was not in any way real, he was still angered by the news he had just received.
"Must I do everything myself?" He shouted as he stood from 'his' throne and began striding out of the door, wrapping his hand around a long dagger he had kept concealed beneath his tunic.
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Sif watched as the sky darkened around the small town, engulfing the sunshine in a silently raging rampage, her eyes scanned the clouds above but they were not filled with a god of any kind. It was just another storm, normal for that time of the year. Back when Sif went to schooling she had studied the nine realms, Midgard being one of them, their weather had always fascinated her.
She had been wandering around on the streets for several hours, she couldn't find a way out of the town, the nearest city was fifty miles away and no one seemed to want to share a transportation device with her.
The goddess walked past the diner for at least the twentieth time in the past few hours but unlike the others, something was different this time, the environment was not the same as it had been earlier. As she stared through the large, glass window, a glint of green and black caught her attention. Her heart fell into her stomach, Loki was in the diner speaking to the woman she had spoke to previously.. Charlotte, that was her name.
She watched in horror as the woman did a simple head shake and his hand wrapped around her neck, lifting her into the air, angrily whispering something to her, of course it was something Sif couldn't hear.
He tossed her away from him, she hit the wall seconds later with a loud thump that could be heard from where she stood, she winced as she watched her spinal cord being deranged right before her eyes. She was used to this kind of thing, but, it seemed different somehow, these people didn't deserve war, they were caught between their little bout and now they were paying with their lives, Sif knew Charlotte had not survived that spinal injury, she had been thrown way too hard and her back had hit the wall at just the right angle.
Just as she decided to make a mad dash in the furthest direction from the small establishment, his icy cool stare shifted to her from inside. Sif's heart sank even further into the pit of her stomach, she hadn't even thought it was possible for it to go that far until that moment. She cautiously watched his gaze, now locked on her, not willing to take his eyes off for a second, he scanned her entire body, starting at the head, down to her toes and back to where it had originated. A wide, malicious grin spread across his features as he studied her slouching form, the very sight of it turned her stomach upside down, twisted it into knots and lit it on fire all at the same time, causing an uproar to explode inside of her.
Loki took a daring step forward, then another, pausing in between. They were engaged in a dangerous game of chess and he happened to be adept at it, his ability to think things out, days away from the event gave him the upper hand in their not so friendly competition. He stopped walking right before he reached the glass, he just stood staring at her with an almost amused smile.
Sif risked one more stare in his direction before she began sprinting down the road, her head focused on the blacktop ahead of her, trying her hardest not to look back. Her curiosity eventually got the better of her as she turned her head to peer into the now empty diner. Before she could stop she ran straight into a solid object, considerably taller than her.
Her head snapped up to look at him but he had already had her wrists caught between his hands, not even allowing her a second of escape.
His stare was almost predatory, a victorious smile shining through his highly built barrier that contained most emotions and obviously, his conscience.
"What a pleasure it is to see you once more, Lady Sif." He mocked in a low, velvety tone that made her knees shake and threaten to buckle.
She opened her mouth to speak but his hand had beat her to it as it wrapped harshly around her neck, painfully clasped on it, just below the point where it was lethal.
"Loki.." She growled at him as both a warning and a threat, even though he clearly had the advantage she felt the need to keep fighting until she went down. She was going to do everything in her power to get the information to Thor.
"Do not fret, dear heart, I will not kill you.. No, no, no.. I'm going to make sure you suffer instead for making me come after you. You should have died when I gave you the chance." He paused, readjusting his grip on her neck, ".. I gave you two, you should be thanking me for them.." He stared at her like she was some kind of prey like he had once before. ".. Where are my manners?" He asked himself in the most sarcastic tone he could muster.
Loki bent down on one knee, slowly taking one of Sif's hands in his, he began to kiss it but after a second or two he began running his snake like tongue along the knuckles of her fingers, staring into her eyes as he did so, getting the exact reaction he had hoped to expel from her, a mixture of pure pleasure and pain, he couldn't tell which one was more dominate, they both seemed almost even.
Sif's eyes were wide as he licked her knuckles the way he did, it turned her stomach inside out, making it feel like it was a flame at the exact same moment. She struggled to pull her hand away but he held it firmly still in his own, so she was forced to cope with it until he felt that he was done.
He slowly got off of his knee, now towering over her like he always had, "And how was that my dear?" He asked her, seduction dripping from his tone as he stared into her eyes, his own glinting with mischief and dare she say, lust.
She listened to his words carefully, pulling aside every last detail of them, she noticed the possessive part of speech immediately.
"Do not 'ever' use my when addressing me! I will never be yours!" She screamed as she struggled to break free from his iron grasp.
"Is that I challenge I hear?" His voice was filled with mocking excitement. "Because, I accept.." He stated as he bound her hands together behind her back and began leading her back to the sight of the bifrost.