He's Gone

It had happened by accident, well not accident but by force. It had been his ultimatum and her sacrifice, his condition and her loyalty. He had demanded her hand and in return he granted her that he would bring his brother back to Asgard. She had agreed in her loyalty to Thor and Asgard believing that the elder brother would restore some comfort to the land.

Much to Sif's original distaste though Asgard embraced the younger prince in his rule. He was charming when he wanted to be and his manipulative speech aided greatly in his endeavors. After Thor had returned the country was in no hurry to dispose of their current king. Sif spent time with Thor but his longing for the earth maiden had irritated her. He now spent his time sulking among the warriors three on the battlegrounds.

Initially Sif had fought to join them every chance she could, ignoring Loki's requests that she sit in meetings with him. He had wanted her to be a very involved queen that the people would view as equally important to himself. Her constant denial to his invitation however left him asking less and simply ignoring her more. A few weeks ago Sif noticed that he no longer protested when she spent the nights in her own room. She was slightly annoyed however when she noticed that he was entertaining more women in the throne chambers or meeting rooms.

Sif had begun to worry when he had been touring the palace with Amora the Enchantress. Upon seeing it she returned to his room, she opened his closet and found a pair of panties she had locked away. She had received them from her mother and had swore never to wear them. Today was different though, now was different. She wasn't wearing them because she had to she wore them because she wanted to.

She slid her clothes off and pulled just the light pick panties on, they had frills on them. She sighed not having a bra to match so deciding to remain topless. She climbed onto the bed and tried out several poses she thought might be considered sexy. She finally settled on resting her head in her hand and laying on her side facing the door.

It was about twenty minutes before Loki threw the doors open. His mouth was attached to the mouth of Amora. Sif felt a deep jab in her heart as she quickly rolled from the bed to being underneath it. She hid beneath the bed and listened to their disgusting grunts and noises. She managed to snake her hand out and grabbed a cloak. She fastened it around her neck and used it to cover her topless form.

Sif remained unhappily beneath the bed until the noises stopped. "That was amazing," Amora's sultry voice cooed. Sif could imagine Amora running her fingers down Loki's bear chest. "Can I see you again?" she asked.

"Of course, but for now leave me I want a bath."

"I could join you," she cooed.

"No if you were to come in I believe we would engage in amorous activities once again."

"Well ya but that could be fun," she giggled and from the noises of the mattress Sif guessed she jumped on top of Loki.

"Leave me Amora," he hissed. A loud huff was heard and then she exited the room slamming the door behind her. Sif watched Loki's feet meet the ground and went into the bathroom. She crawled from beneath the bed and stood in the room not knowing what to do with herself. She had thought she would reach Loki just in time to stop something like this from happening but instead she was too late.

"Women," Loki murmured walking back into his room. He stared at Sif standing in the room confused. "What are you doing here?" he glared at her.

"I came to see you," she said looking at the ground. "But then I realized that I was too late," she turned and took her clothes into her arms from the laundry basket.

"You haven't had clothes in here for months," he observed.

"These are todays clothes," she said.

"Then what are you wearing?" he quirked his eyebrow up.

"Not much," she blushed and looked away.

He arched his eyebrow in interest and walked over to her, only in a towel himself and grabbed the string of the cloak. He tugged it lightly watching her eyes the entire time as it fell from her body to the floor. Only when it had settled did he let his eyes wander from hers to look at her body.

"You're wearing these?" he asked snapping the pink panties. "You hate these," he observed.

"I know!" she said looking away from him.

He was silent for a minute. "What did you mean by you were too late?"

Sif looked away from him, "it was too late to keep you from being with someone else, you had already moved on."

"It can't honestly surprise you," he scoffed.

"Well I haven't ever been unfaithful to you!" she retorted.

"Perhaps not but you haven't exactly been the wife I desired either."

Sif sighed, "none of it matters anymore Loki. None of it matters because even though I'm here now you aren't." Sif turned from him and picked up her cloak once more. She attached it to herself and walked from the room.