Author's note: This fic stems from this photoset. It's from a lovely Thor that I RP with.

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-siflokiandthorthreesome-

"I know what this is all about. I know why there's so much hostility between me and you. I know, you know…"

Sif was furious, not with Thor, but with her self. She shouldn't have allowed it to get this far. Loki had always been right; it just seemed as if Thor was going to turn on her anyway, but in front of a whole gaggle of people? There were people that respected her, and worshipped her in some way, and Thor had made her seem like nothing but a psychopathic girl with a crush. It wasn't like that. It wasn't at all. Sif had always been warned that love was a powerful thing, a thing that could make you do stupid things that you'd regret in an instant, but she never listened. The countless nights that Thor had kissed her, and Thor had taken her to be. It was all just an act on the Thunderer's side of things. She had become just a pawn in Thor's game with Loki, and that was what bothered her the most.

"…I'll tell you what Sif. You forget last week ever happened, and I'll forget that you'd wear my Midgardian clothing after we fought. I'll forget the thousands of voice messages and texts that you would leave me. You know the ones that are certainly not suitable to say to anyone in here."

She lifted up the Iron Maiden shirt that Stark had given Thor on their last visit to Midgard and pressed it to her nose. It still smelled like him. "No, Sif. You can't do this to yourself." She just had to push on. She may have missed him, but she wasn't the type of person to get so easily messed up over something like this. Thor is losing out, her mother would say. She would big her daughter up and make her feel better, but since the death of the woman she considered her other half, everything had become so much harder. Shoving the shirt back into the draw, The Warrior grabbed the Midgardian phone that Thor had brought her for use in the other realm, reading through the final handful of messages that she had sent

[Sent] Thor. I really need to talk to you. It's kind of important, and I know you're with Loki, but I really need to tell you

[Unsent] I am expecting. I am carrying your child

[Sent] Thor, I love you so much, don't hate me for this

[Sent] Thor? Are you going to answer me?

[Unsent] I am pregnant.

"Yeah, Oh, I'm sorry, am I embarrassing you? Well please don't let me do all the talking. Why don't you tell everyone exactly how intimate you and I were behind closed doors?"

Yes, they were more than intimate. They were connected more than one. Thor knew of her ability to get pregnant, and yet, he still demanded that no protection was used. Was it because of his lust for power? She never had any idea why. Sif glanced at herself sideways in the long mirror and rested a hand on her small stomach. It would soon become more apparent, and they who would know what the court would do to her. They certainly wouldn't allow her to fight, and that would cause more distress than killing her. Sif lived to fight, and she wasn't about to let anything like this affect her. Maybe Frigga had a spell to keep it hidden, maybe Freya did. Oh god, this was much too confusing for its own good. She couldn't deal with it much longer. Flattening down her bed dress so it rested over her body more comfortably, Sif dropped down into her bed and rested her head in her hands slightly. No, she wouldn't cry. Lady Sif did not cry

"Let 'em know I'm the reason there is that little skip in your step".

He was the spring in her step. Thor was the reason that Sif fought on

"Tell them; tell them that I'mthe best in the world"

Wiping at her eyes, Sif lay down properly and rubbed at her stomach. She had to stay strong for her child. She wasn't about to let Thor see her like this in the morning.