Hello Friends. I enjoy reading Thor fanfiction so much that I thought I would give it a chance. I don't know very much about Norse mythology so you'll have to forgive me.

Thank you and I hope you enjoy…

Sigyn wept softly. She watched herself in the mirror and wondered how this came to pass. The dutiful handmaidens that assisted in raising her were put upon the task of preparing her for the night's events. They looked upon her with pity and compassion.

They bathed her in the scented oils of Vanaheimr's most sought after flowers for an hour and now they rubbed crushed berries across her lips and charcoal over her eyes to give her a sultry look. Her chocolate colored hair was left down and with jewels in it, cascaded down her back to her bottom.

Her mother Freyja, daughter of King Njord, sauntered into the tent just as they dressed her in the Vanir's finest and most appealing crimson gown. Sigyn could feel her mother's grin without turning to see it. The dress had belonged to her once but now it was needed again.

"Must I do this, Mother?" Sigyn tried to keep her voice from shaking as her hands glided across the blood red dress. It was then that she noticed gold designs woven in.

Freyja made a motion for the handmaidens to stop. She walked over and began finishing by placing the gold bands around her arms.

"My darling daughter… you look so beautiful. A maiden fit for any crown prince." Freyja let her hands fall onto Sigyn's shoulders and hugged her close, "I know you are frightened. But you must hold that fear close to your heart so that none of those Aesir swine catch you vulnerable."

Sigyn was shaking, "Will it hurt?" She asked in terror. She had performed the dance before the war many times but that was all in good fun. For tonight though, that was only the first act in which she would attempt to seduce Thor and for her first time with a man, follow him to his bedchambers.

Freyja sighed and turned her daughter, "From what I have heard of Odin's son, he is abrasive and truly a selfish boy. I will not lie to you, my darling, it may in fact cause you pain."

Sigyn let out a choked cry and her fear began to take over. Freyja saw her breakdown coming and lifted her chin, "No matter what discomfort you bear, you must remember all the soldiers that have died on the battlefield. Your sacrifice will be far less but never forget this… you may be Vanaheimr's only hope in this war."

Sigyn sniffed back her tears and straightened her back. She tried to capture a part of her mother's courage to hold onto. Freyja smiled and took a golden crown from one of the handmaidens. She studied it closely for any blemishes and when she found none, she slowly lowered it down upon her daughter's head.

Freyja stepped back to stand near their servants and inspected the young girl. Although in that moment, her daughter was no longer a girl. She was now a woman being sent in as a sacrificial lamb amongst wolves.

Sigyn closed her eyes and meditated silently. She was to do this for her realm. She was doing this for her grandfather. She halted her tears and tucked her childhood away in her fondest memories. There would be no more sorrow; for she was the Princess of Vanaheimr and with that title came with sacrifices.

Sigyn exhaled once more and opened her eyes, "I'm ready."

Loki sighed heavily as he watched the commotion around him. He was amongst Asgardian's finest warriors in a massive tent placed upon the day's earlier battlefield. They were dining on Vanaheimr's most delectable foods and drinking to their victory.

The dark prince found these festivities to be rather drawn out and idiotic. After all he still did not understand why these men feasted after slaughtering their enemies all day. It seemed to him to be rather vulgar.

Loki had accompanied his two brothers on a campaign during the Aesir-Vanir War. Thor, Balder, and Loki fought gloriously side by side. He grinned as Thor recanted the stories of the day, often clapping his shoulder. This made Loki swell with pride as he felt his brother's attention. It was quickly squandered, though, when Balder, the youngest, made a quip about real warriors versus little men with magic.

The others laughed drunkenly and quickly forgot that Loki's magic had been key to their victory. He slouched back against the large throne and frowned.

The Aesir-Vanir War had been waged for many years. Both sides were equal and it truly appeared that it would last forever. It was at the time when rumors began to spread that King Njord was contemplating ending the war when Odin finally allowed his sons to join in on the battlefields. Thor and Balder were elated, but Loki would rather be studying his books and magic.

He ate a luscious grape and glared to his right at his brothers on their thrones. The Warriors Three and Lady Sif were below them sitting on comfortable pillows. Other high ranking soldiers were behind them. They were all pathetic in his eyes.

Suddenly, some candles were snuffed out to create a dimness to the tent and the quiet beating of a drum could be heard. All the warriors were on edge and began reaching for their weapons.

Loki glanced around and rolled his eyes. How frightened they were at the little darkness. He was just about to depart to his own tent when he caught a glimpse of crimson red. What he witnessed ceased his movements as well as all the other warriors present.

There before them was a young woman who seemed to be in her own realm. Her back was turned toward the men. Her hair was a rich chocolate color that enticed Loki's senses. With the slow music of the drums, she lifted her arms above her head and snaked them side to side while moving her hips in sync. She turned ever so slowly with her waist leading the rest of her and revealed the side of her face.

She was absolutely beautiful. Loki had never described a woman that way for he had never found one worthy of such a title. Her lips were full and red and her dark eyes seemed to look into the soul of the very person she peered down upon.

The woman in red continued to swivel her hips to the music and her leg slowly slid to her side and she dipped her head back with her hair flowing down. Her arms and hands gracefully framed her soft features.

All eyes were transfixed on her as if she placed them all under her spell. Even the Lady Sif, who would have been rolling her eyes, could not take them away from the dancer.

She pulled her body upward; first rolling her tight stomach, then her gorgeous chest, and lastly her face returned to gaze seductively at the three princes.

The deep drums picked up the pace and suddenly the woman whirled around and around. Her crimson gown lifted to where the warriors caught a glimpse of her toned legs. She stopped and moved around the tent. Loki sneered as she leaned across Volstagg, who turned red at the attention. The woman lifted herself and danced and twirled around the men.

The drumming increased as did her dancing. She popped her hips and spread her arms out around herself. The energy climaxed and suddenly the drums stopped playing and the young woman fell gently to the floor. Her brunette hair spread out around her as she seemed to be bowing before the Princes.

Silence enveloped the tent. Loki was entranced with the mysterious woman.

Sigyn breathed heavily as she waited for someone to summon her from her bowed position. She had lost herself in her dance again and didn't notice whether the princes had even enjoyed themselves. She wanted to look up at Thor but remained still. She did however see from the side of her vision her mother peering through a slit in the tent, seemingly pleased.

Sigyn was pulled from her musings as she heard clapping and shouts of true admiration from the warriors.

"My Lady, please rise." She heard a bellowing voice.

Sigyn slowly lifted herself to her feet but still bowed her head as a sign of respect.

"That was a stunning dance. What are you called?" The man she assumed was Thor asked.

"Lady Sigyn, Princess of Vanaheimr, my Lord." She said calmly.

A few gasped and others whispered before Thor lifted his hand to silence them.

"And why, pray tell, is the granddaughter of my enemy dancing in my tent?"

The tension could be cut with a dagger. Loki glanced back and forth between his brother and the interesting woman, hoping that she would not be punished.

Sigyn locked eyes with the golden prince, "I am to be a gift, my Lord."

Thor's eyebrows raised in surprise and he looked to both his brothers. Balder smiled widely and Loki grimaced.

"A gift?"

"Yes, my Lord. I am to be offered as a gift to the son of Odin to help persuade the Allfather to the cause of peace."

There was silence.

"So you are here as a bribe, then?" Thor shouted angrily.

Sigyn's eyes shot up to look at him in horror, "No, my Prince…"

"Silence! I know of Njord's tricks! He would like Asgard to admit defeat in disguise as peace! We will not falter!"

She was beginning to panic. This had all gone so wrong. What would be in store for her? She glanced sideways and saw the figure of her mother vanish. She was on her own now. She had failed her people.

"I pity you for having such a coward for a grandfather and King! And because of this, I cannot share my bed with you! I refuse!" Thor yelled and she flinched.

Shouts of angry warriors bit at her ears and she could literally feel the danger breathing down her neck.

"What of my fate?" Her voice shook.

"You will do what you came here for. That seductive dance must have peaked some interest among the room. But who shall I give you too?" He looked around as many jeered and pointed to themselves.

"Balder perhaps?"

Balder stood and smiled. There was something sinister behind his happy eyes. Loki knew Balder's record with his pets and how they all mysteriously disappeared. Right now his brother was staring at her like a new playtoy. He could not let that stand.

The dark prince stood abruptly, startling everyone, "Let me have her, brother!"

Everyone, including Sigyn, stared at him with wide gaping mouths.

Thor laughed, "Why brother, are you due for a little fun?"

Balder glared at his older brother for stealing away his fun.

"You could say that. And may I remind you that if I had not created a smoke veil, we would have surely been defeated today. I am owed this one prize." Loki looked over at Sigyn and saw a tear escape.

Thor thought this over and finally clapped his shoulder, "Very well, Brother. You may have her. But do not have too much fun with her. I would hate to send her home as a toad."

The tent roared laughter and Loki frowned. He stepped down from the throne and wrapped his lean fingers around her arm. In haste, he led her away from the festivities and toward his own tent.

Sigyn tried to grasp onto whatever shred of courage she had left, but was beginning to falter. She heard what Thor had said and there were many legends of Loki's mischievous ways. The one idea that she failed her people was what weighed heaviest. She began to believe that whatever Loki did to her was what she deserved.

Loki's tent was dim with candles. It wasn't as Sigyn suspected the God of Mischief's bedchamber to look like. There was a large bed with green satin sheets and animal furs. Opposite to that was a long leather piece of furniture. Everything else… every corner and every tent post was stacked high with books.

As she drew closer into the tent, she became frantic. Her breathing came sporadically and she pulled against him. As much as she prepared, she was not ready for this moment.

Loki threw her against the furniture across from his bed, "I will not be taking you tonight if that is what you're frightened of." He spat out angrily.

Sigyn blinked bewildered. 'Is this a trick?' She wondered as she watched him disappear outside the tent only to reappear with some shackles. He knelt in front of her. She got a closer look at him then and noticed how different he was from his brothers. Not just physically but his demeanor was different. He was calm and collected. She was not sure if this was a front with something else hiding underneath.

Loki finished clasping the binds around her wrists. It was connected to the furniture so she wasn't going to escape. He stopped one last time to gaze upon her beauty. He then caught himself before he betrayed his true feelings further.

"Go to sleep."

Loki stood; he began blowing out candles, and took off his armor until his chest was bare.

Sigyn was left stunned. She didn't know what to believe anymore. None of this made sense. She was being yelled by Thor, then was auctioned off like a goat, and was somehow given to Loki Odinson.

She tensed up when she heard movement in the darkness. She anticipated something awful but instead felt a fur blanket lain on top of her.

'Perhaps the fates are smiling upon me afterall.' She thought before letting her guard down and fell asleep.

Okay, Friends, what did you think? Should I continue?

I'm sorry if Thor was mean, but you have to admit that if he truly believed someone was trying to bribe him in a time of war, he would act harshly. Anyway, thanks guys!

Thank you again!