Hi, guys! So here's another attempt of an Avengers fic. Again, a plot stuck in my head and I just had to write it down. I'm not sure I can write it as good as it is in my head lol I hope so.

This was inspired by a fic by Cora Coralina (Vouloir et Pouvoir), in which Loki takes Sif as wife, despite of their hate for each other. Although hers takes place after the Tesseract ordeal (Avengers), and mine will be kind of an AU, when Loki takes over the throne while Thor is banished, so he can do whatever he damn well wants hahahahaha

And since I love this hate-turning-to-love thing, might as well give it a try.

I'm really hoping I can write the smut as nice as it works on my mind (so hard to describe these things) and can develop this properly.

This is before the Warriors and Sif get to travel to Midgard to get Thor, ok?

English is not my first language, so if something it's wrong (grammatically speaking), please let me know, I'll correct it right away. *whispers to no one particularly* If only I had a beta-reader…

Uhm, anyway, hope you like it.

Trapped

Chapter One

The God of Mischief, now King of Asgard, stared at each one of the Warriors Three and Lady Sif, kneeling in front of him at the Hall of the Throne. He was informed they were planning to get to Midgard to bring his brother back and take his supposedly rightful place as King while Odin slept. Loki had sent guards to seize them before they made it and now was deciding their fate.

"Warriors Three, I'll have you beheaded for treason." He stated coldly. "Unless… Lady Sif agrees to marry me."

Said Lady raised her eyes slowly, trying to grasp the real meaning of his statement. The Warriors looked at her, almost on cue.

"No." Fandral rose to his feet. "We'd rather die. Right, Warriors?"

Volstagg and Hogun stood up as well and nodded their agreement, staring at Loki defiantly. A slow grin spread on Loki's lips and he turned his attention to her, who was still kneeling, apparently dumbfounded as her eyes were fixated at some point beyond his shoulder, trying to process his words.

"I didn't know there was a committee to make your decisions, my lady."

"There isn't." Her voice sounded steady and stern as she stood up slowly. "I speak for myself."

"Then speak. If you want, I'll give some time to think about it… carefully."

She clenched her jaw, her fingers closing into a tight fist, enough to hurt her palm when her nails dug into it. Turning to her friends, her expression softened a bit as she forced a smile.

"Guess who is going to be the Asgardian Queen!" She tried her best to sound nonchalant, but her friends could see the unshed tears of anger glimmering in her eyes.

"You don't have to do this, Sif." Hogun said.

"We'll gladly die instead of handing you over to this monster." Volstagg agreed.

Sif smiled and shook her head.

"You're not handing me over, you big oaf. I'm handing myself over. Come on, I'm just saving your sorry asses, like I did a thousand times before. Now who are the girls around here?"

It was an attempt to lighten up the mood, but the Warriors Three didn't find it funny. Fandral was shaking his head vehemently, refusing to allow it.

"No, you can't do this. This is dangerous."

"I'm a warrior, not a delicate little lady. I've faced death more times than I can count."

"But this is worse than death." Volstagg pointed.

"So this makes me the bravest of us all." Her smile fell and her expression was of agony. "Don't you understand? I can't have your blood on my hands! I wouldn't be able to live with myself knowing you're dead and I could have done something to stop it." She shook her head again. "No, I won't have it."

"We will understand." Hogun guaranteed. "You don't deserve to face such sacrifice."

"Enough!" Sif's voice echoed on the hall walls. "It's my decision! Now be good friends and congratulate me on my wedding." She tried her best to force her voice not to tremble, but it came out a little choked as she opened her arms to them.

After seconds of hesitation, the Warriors embraced her in a group hug, all being squished by Volstagg; though it was more of a consolation than congratulations.

"We'll bring Thor back." Fandral whispered. "We'll release you from this burden."

"Don't do anything stupid, Fandral!" She growled. "If you die, my sacrifice will be for nothing and I'll be really pissed!"

"How touching." The soft voice dripping with sarcasm interrupted their hug.

Sif forced another reassuring smile at her friends then turned to look at Loki. He smiled and reached out a hand for her. She took a deep breath and lifted her chin as she walked up the stairs to the Throne. Loki took her hand and pressed a slow but firm kiss on it, his blue orbs boring into her green ones. Sif could barely hide the look of disgust on her face.

"Don't you worry, Warriors Three." Loki said. "Lady Sif is going to be treated like the Queen she'll be." The mischievous smile always dancing on his lips, he turned to her again. "Shall we go, my bride? We have a wedding to plan."

The wedding ceremony was beautiful as a royal asgardian wedding should be. Sif thought she would break down and cry when she was asked if she accepted Loki as her husband. But she turned to her right, where the Warriors Three stood on a place of honor. Fandral shook his head, gesturing for her to say no. Suddenly, she saw their heads falling on the floor, followed by their bodies, making her gasp in horror.

"Are you alright, my dear?" Loki asked with concern on his voice. Anyone would think he really cared about her. "You look pale." He grazed his long fingers smoothly on her cheek.

She looked back at her friends, and they look puzzled, but safe. Sif gritted her teeth and batted his hand away, a fake smile plastered on her face.

"I'm fine." She sniffed, once again her eyes burning with tears. "I do. I accept him."

They were standing on the highest balcony of the palace and the crowd below them cheered in joy for their King and Queen. Loki turned to Sif, smiling, and she swore to herself that one day she would beat that mocking smile off his face.

He placed his palms on her shoulders, sliding them gently over her arms, grabbing her and pulling her to him. She tried to ignore the goosebumps his surprisingly soft touch caused to her skin. He closed the distance between their faces and brushed his lips against hers. For a brief second, Sif thought it was going to be a small peck on her lips, just to formalize their union, but this was Loki, and whatever plan he had in mind for her when he "proposed", he was going to go through all of it and enjoy the ride. His tongue probed her lips, slowly coaxing her to spread them a bit, allowing her own tongue to join his.

Sif was torn between kicking him on the groin or just give in to the wonderful sensations he was causing on her body. Despite of everything, the Silver Tongue was a good kisser. She finally snapped out of it, deciding for a mid-term and biting his lower lip forcefully, because it wouldn't look good if she kicked her King and husband at the wedding ceremony.

Loki groaned in pain and released her. She displayed a triumphant smile.

"You disgust me." She whispered, yet no one would hear it anyway, with all the yelling and cheering.

The smile she hated so much was back on his face.

"That's unfortunate for you, my dear." He leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Because now I'm your husband." His hands gripped her small waist. "And I just can't wait for our honeymoon." Loki kissed her forehead and winked at her.

She had a comeback ready, but kept it to herself when they were interrupted by her now mother-in-law.

"My dear Sif!" Frigga pulled her in for a tight hug. "You look absolutely stunning!"

"That's what I was just telling her, Mother."

Sif narrowed her eyes at him, but smiled at the older woman.

"Thank you, my Queen." She bowed her head respectfully.

"Oh, stop it. You're the Queen now." She took Sif's hands and gently squeezed them, while staring adoringly at her, and then turned to her son. "I'm so happy for you." She kissed his cheek. "I just wish Thor was here. He would be so content to see you getting married."

Sif saw the fury in his eyes at the mention of the god of thunder's name.

"I know, Mother. When Allfather awakes, I'm sure he will pardon him and bring him back to us."

Frigga wiped the stubborn tears rolling down her cheek as her heart pained with the absence of her eldest son.

"Yes, yes. Silly me. Bringing you down on this happy day. I will return to your father. You two enjoy your celebration."

She kissed him once again, smiled at Sif and left.

Sif endured through the dance and the feast, but claiming she was tired, retired herself to her – their, he corrected her, - chambers.

The Warrior Queen was on her newly-wed chambers, a large room with a large bed full of pillows. There was an armchair, a wardrobe, "big enough to fit five Volstaggs", she laughed to herself. It was elegant, clean and it looked cozy too. If she was marrying someone she loved, that would be a great place to be with him.

She was standing at the balcony, staring at the overview of Asgard, her black hair blowing wildly in the wind. She could still hear the loud music and the laughter from the party down there.

Loki had left her there a few minutes earlier, claiming he had things to attend, regarding the realm, but he would be right back. She wished he would die on his way. Her thoughts were cut off by the sound of the door opening and she spun on her heels to face him.

The King of Asgard raised a brow as he acknowledged her appearance. She had stripped her wedding dress and was now wearing a black nightgown, its hem just above her knees, two slits on the sides ending just on her hips made it even shorter. There was a pattern of green lace adorning her chest, swirling up around the straps. She was barefooted and her hair was loose.

"Surprised?" She asked as she walked back inside the room.

"Well," he took his overcoat off. "I must admit I expected you to run away from me as far as possible to avoid our consummation."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" She sat on the armchair, crossing her legs. "You'd want me to run, like a scared little child, like a prey for you to hunt and enjoy your prize. Sorry to disappoint you , but I'm not a coward and as much as I hate you and find you disgusting, you don't frighten me. I'm not running anywhere."

To be continued...