** A/N**
Okay, so all I can say in relation to this long chapter is 'hellooooooooooo' *wink wink* AND please be warned it contains adult content and scenes of a rather 'rough' sexual encounter.
Hope you enjoy, thanks for your patience, comments and votes. It means an awful lot to me. And most of all, thanks for sticking with the story. X

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As the night wore on the pub became busier, meaning Anna had to assist behind the bar. Much to Sif's dismay, as she had been left feeling like a third wheel, sitting silently in the corner being subjected to Chelsea fawning all over Loki as well as blatantly acting as though she were invisible.

In order to numb her feelings of frustration and repulsion, she drank deeply. She'd had several bottles of beer, along with a few glasses of wine. Drinking seemed the only solution in order to make the sight of them flirting heavily bearable. And she deserved to enjoy herself after all, considering everything she had had to endure over the last few days.
However the final straw came when Sif looked up from the bottom of her glass to see Chelsea tugging Loki by his black Turnbull & Asser tie, and persuasively leading him onto the dance floor.

He seemed rather reluctant at first as they found a space amongst the crowd. But Chelsea was soon snaking her arms around his waist and gyrating shamelessly against him as he swivelled his snake hips in time with the throbbing beat of the music.
He looked ludicrously attractive and handsome beneath the flashing lights, clad entirely in black. On anyone else a black shirt and tie would probably have looked quite gangster-ish and ridiculous, but not on Loki. He looked fantastic. And Sif hated him for it.
And when he requested that the DJ play some song entitled, "Pour Some Sugar On Me." she had to practically sit on her grabby hands, as the sight of him dancing with a flair of sensuality to the overtly sexual lyrics, made her yearn for the touch of his body.
But Chelsea had been granted that privilege, not her.

Taking decisive action, she stood and made her way over to the bar, where Anna immediately came to serve her.
"Another glass of wine?"
She shouted, greeting her with a friendly smile

"You'd better make it the flagon."
Sif retorted, but then corrected herself quickly,
"....I mean bottle."

Anna shot her a quizzical look, but obediently took a fresh bottle of Turrunyo Carmenere from the chill cabinet, and placed it on the bar between them.
"You okay?"
She asked simply, leaning in to enable herself to be heard over the music.

"Why wouldn't I be?"
Sif replied, forcing a smile,
"Although, I've been considering your generous offer and would like to accept it."

Anna nodded understandingly and scrunched her nose as though she'd smelt something horrible.
"Sure. I wouldn't want to have to listen to those two getting hot and heavy either. Chelsea's had her eye on him since he first came in here, and she's definitely going to make a move on him tonight."

Sif visibly shuddered and turned to look across the room where she saw Chelsea heading off the dance floor towards the doorway which led to the ladies toilets.
She hadn't intended to catch Loki's eye,  but their eyes met nonetheless and locked suddenly, causing her to bristle with irritation. Inwardly scorning herself for having been caught looking at him.

Grinning slyly, he made a gesture with his hand, beckoning her over.
She stared back at him, her stony-faced gaze unfaltering. She had no desire to do as he wished, his domineering attitude incensed her, yet at the same time she could see he was challenging her. He was throwing down a gauntlet, expecting her to refuse picking it up.
Well to hell with that. She had no interest in his twisted reasons, but she would boldly accept his challenge.

Slowly, she strutted towards him in her heels, feigning a confidence she did not truly feel, but fuelled by the alcohol that had given her courage. She did not break eye contact as she weaved between the other people on the dance floor and instead focused on the beat of the funk guitars shuddering from the speakers, along with the falsetto wailing of a male voice;

        "..Oh baby don't you know I suffer.....Oh baby can't you hear me
           moan?....You caught me under false pretences, how long before
             you let me go?...."

She reached Loki and without speaking a word he caught her hand in his, spinning her around slowly before placing his other hand on her hip, pulling her in to him.

          "....Ooh, you set my soul alight..."

The song continued, as she rested her other hand against his solid chest and began moving with him to the music.

Oblivious to the sideways glances they were attracting, due to dancing what looked rather like a much more sexualised and modern version of the Tango, Sif began to lose herself in the music and the heady atmosphere. Tossing her hair and throwing her head back as they whirled around, swaying their hips in perfect sync.

        "I thought I was a fool for no one, but ooh baby I'm a fool for you....    
             ..You're the queen of the superficial...And how long before you
                 tell the truth?....."

Closing her eyes she leant into him whilst slipping her arms around his neck, allowing her senses to take over; she could feel the heat that radiated between them, his cool breath on her cheek and the sweet smell of him made her feel almost dizzy with desire.
She breathed him in. He was intoxicating.

And as the song suggested, she indeed felt as though she'd been sucked into a 'supermassive black hole'. A dangerous parallel universe where sense and reason didn't exist. A place where the wicked Loki reigned supreme, and had succeeded in enthralling her.

Through the haze of alcohol, despite being his hostage.....in his arms tonight she'd never felt more free, casting off her inhibitions and allowing herself, just this once, to live in the moment. And she never wanted this moment to end...
....unfortunately however, end it did.  Rather abruptly.

He suddenly stepped backwards away from her, disentangling himself from her arms and leaving her instantly missing the warmth of his strong hands.
However she needed no explanation, as it soon became blindingly clear.
Chelsea, blissfully unaware of the scene that she had just missed, was now back and sidling up to him. The look of wanting in her eyes was unmistakable.

Silently seething, Sif whirled around and hastily retreated back towards the bar, desperately trying to ignore the red mist that had descended before her eyes.
She spotted Anna again, standing behind the bar where she had abandoned her bottle of wine. Her gaping mouth, pulling Sif's focus back to reality,
"Oh my god!"
She cried,
"What was that all about? There's so much unresolved sexual tension between you two, I could see the sparks from here!"

Sif's brow furrowed further,
"But I do not even like him. I already told you, we barely tolerate each other at best."

Anna shot her a conspiratorial smile,
"As bizarre as it may seem, you can still lust after someone whether you like them or not...it's a chemistry thing. Seriously, you must be able to feel it, that dance looked more like some kind of mating ritual!"

Colouring slightly and hoping she wouldn't notice due to the subdued lighting, Sif began pouring herself another drink.
"Well, he has another potential mate to do his courtship dance with."
She remarked, her indignant tone betraying her true feelings.

"Look, it's none of my business Sofia, and I know my sister has a thing for him...but maybe you should just, you know...go there..."

"Go where?"

"Sleep with him!"

Sif nearly choked on her wine and had to stifle a cough. Had she just heard her correctly?
"Why would you suggest such a thing? It is morally wrong and...strictly forbidden."
She cried, utterly aghast.

Anna looked momentarily baffled, but then simply sighed and shrugged her shoulders,
"Forbidden? Why is that, is it a religious thing?...Listen I'm not saying you should marry the guy, in fact it probably might not even work out if you tried dating...but as a one off, what harm could it do? At least you'll get it out of your system."

She didn't have time to respond, as suddenly she became aware of a vaguely familiar figure now present alongside her at the bar....it was Jason. He who had described her as a 'hot babe'
Had she been sober, Sif would never have contemplated doing what she did next....but she wasn't sober.
Turning purposefully, she smiled at him coyly from beneath her eyelashes and felt a small twinge of triumph when he smiled broadly back at her.

From across the room, Loki had kept a keen eye on Sif, subtly observing her from the corner of his vision. He didn't miss a beat.
He saw Jason approach the bar, and now the pair were smiling at each other, distracting him from his dancing.
The all too familiar sensation of his stomach churning, making him feel slightly nauseated, returned.
It was a feeling he was well acquainted with and he did not like it one bit.

He'd felt it many times in the past, whilst observing the fond exchanges between her and his estranged brother.
Although he'd never been willing to accept the possibility that perhaps he involuntarily carried a small torch for the war goddess, his growing agitation at the sight of her talking and laughing with this human male, alarmed him and made him feel suddenly foolish for his willingness to wallow in self denial.

Without realising he suddenly found himself moving in their direction, oblivious of Chelsea's confusion as he broke away from her embrace.

But now they were standing; Sif had taken the man's hand and appeared to be eagerly leading him onto the dance floor.
Loki froze mid-stride as the pair approached, she briefly looked his way but then proceeded to walk on by.
Hastily he side-stepped directly in front of her, blocking their path, causing Sif to halt abruptly.

"Is there a problem, mate?"
Jason asked, his large brow furrowing.

Loki's eyes darkened, his head tilting slightly in the manner of a cobra before it strikes.
"Yes, it would seem there is 'pal'....but it can easily be dealt with."
He replied sharply.

"There is no problem."
Sif assured Jason whilst staring hard at Loki, as though silently daring him to attempt to stop her.
They glared at each other angrily for a moment, but when she placed her hand heavily on his shoulder, he allowed her to force him aside.

He stood stock still, his feet feeling like breeze blocks as he watched her drape her arms around the man's neck, and begin sashaying her hips seductively against him, in time with the music.
The sensual lyrics of the song which was playing now made the scene all the more captivating yet ghastly for Loki to observe...

        "I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby, but you keep fronting
           Saying what you gonna' do to me, but I ain't seen nothing.."

He looked on, transfixed by the sway of her body and the way in which her dress clung to her every curve. He felt an uncomfortable stirring within his loins at the mesmerising sight of her dancing in such a sexualised manner...the likes of which he'd never seen from her before.
Oh Holy Hela, what he wouldn't give to be able to reach out and touch what he saw.
But in equal measures, as well as finding her display arousing, he was simultaneously insanely jealous of the way in which she gyrated against this insignificant, unworthy mortal.
Unable to bear it any longer, he marched over and gripped Jason roughly by the back of his shirt collar, aggressively yanking him backwards away from her.

"Jesus!"
The man cried, clearly startled.

"Not even close..."
Loki remarked dryly, as he pushed him away with very little effort,
"...touch her again 'Jason' and you will suffer for it, do you understand?"

Sif looked on aghast as the disgruntled man regained his senses, and lunged for Loki. He clearly had a death wish.
But Loki was too quick and strong for him. He seized him viciously by the front of his shirt, lifting him off his feet.
"Perhaps I didn't make myself clear..."
He hissed, forcing his face closer to his own,
"....if you don't make yourself scarce, I will knock your teeth so far down your throat, you'll be shitting them for months!"

Sif flinched, as he shoved him away once more; sending him hurtling into a table, knocking several empty glasses off in the process.

In the next instant Anna and one of the other bartenders had appeared in order to survey the damage, and clean up the mess.
"Luke, you need to calm your nuts!"
She advised, visibly shaken by having witnessed his angry outburst.
She turned to Sif, who was now furious at Loki for having caused such an unnecessary scene.
"Are you okay?"
She asked, but Loki answered for her.

"She's had too much to drink, I'm going to take her home-"

"I am not going back there with you!"
Sif proclaimed, her voice shaking slightly.
"Tonight I am staying at Anna's residence, in order to allow you and Chelsea some privacy....it is unfortunate that you cannot extend the same courtesy to me!"

"Don't exaggerate, love...I've done you a favour!"
He shot back, and turning to Anna he held out his hand expectantly.

"Do not call me that, I am not your love!"
Sif was saying now, though he ignored her completely.

Anna studied him for a moment, as if unsure whether or not she should give him her key. But the intensity of his glacial eyes made her crumble inwardly like a pillar of salt. She'd never seen this usually charming, charismatic man so wired before, and it unnerved her slightly.
Still, she reasoned with herself that alcohol, envy and testosterone did strange things to men.
It was now blatantly clear to her that he'd reacted from jealousy. 
Reluctantly, she reached into her back pocket and handed him her keys.
"The entrance is out front, on the right."

"Thank you."
He fired her a dazzling smile, disarming her completely, before turning his attentions back to Sif who had in the meantime stormed off outside.

She stood shivering now in the streetlight, turning to chide him as soon as he'd joined her on the pavement.
"Give me the key! Haven't you got Chelsea waiting for you? I'm sure you're eager to be on your way-"

Without speaking he suddenly scooped her up with one arm and slung her over his shoulder.
"What in the name of Hela are you doing?!"
She yelled, kicking and squirming to try and loosen his clutch on her, as he hastily unlocked the main entrance to Anna's flat,
"Put me down this instant!"

He chose to ignore her demands and merely proceeded to kick the door closed behind him. She bounced upside down as he ascended the stairs two at a time; a feat which would've proved difficult to anyone with legs of an average length, fighting him every step of the way.
Damn him. She thought. Damn him, and his magic and his deceptive strength and his ridiculously long legs...those long, lean, powerful legs.
Wait....what was she thinking?!
She inwardly scolded herself for allowing her mind to wander again in such a way.

Clearly it was the alcohol. It had to be.
It was scrambling up her mind and impairing her judgement and coherency.
Yes. That made her feel slightly better, especially as she was assaulted with the mental image of her grasping at Loki's clothes, grinding against him salaciously whilst groaning with pleasure.
For reasons she could not fathom, by the time they reached Anna's door all she could think about was the all-consuming desire to do sinful things with Loki.
To kiss him again. To run her tongue against his. To taste the wetness of his mouth.
To gently bite his soft, poisonous lips...

As he fumbled with the second key now, twisting it in the lock, she began kicking her legs again in protest.
"I demand you put me down at once!"
She hissed more vehemently now.

"Stop that!"
He ordered, and suddenly she felt the sharp sting as his large palm connected sharply with her backside.

Did he really just do that?....
....She couldn't believe he'd slapped her on the rear.

The door swung open, and he carried her through the narrow, darkened hallway into what appeared to be the living room.
He turned slowly scanning the surroundings, completely indifferent to her protests. She twisted against him and his hand moved further upwards in order to grasp the back of her thigh more firmly. But as her dress rode up and his fingers met with the feel of her skin above her stocking, she jolted slightly in surprise. Causing her to cease struggling.

She could not see his face, but he momentarily closed his eyes. Gritting his teeth in an attempt to remain angry, and not be distracted by the knowledge that she was wearing stockings.
The temptation to glide his hand over her exquisitely formed backside, gnawed at him internally. Slapping her playfully was not enough. He wanted to caress her, to truly feel her.
So in order to resist, he reacted by hastily heaving her from off his shoulder, and dumped her unceremoniously on the ground in an indignant heap.

"Well you said to put you down."
He pointed out with a sneer, and with that he turned as though to leave.

"You, you had no right to man-handle me in such a way.....or Jason either for that matter!"
She roared at him, clambering to her feet with as much dignity as she could muster.

"You, were making a fool of yourself!"
He replied gruffly,
"I prevented you from doing something you may later have regretted with that....shag-sack! You ought to be grateful."

"But it is none of your business, Loki....who I choose to give myself to is no concern of yours."

He turned to glare at her now, his eyes like two blazing pools of lava, making her shift uneasily beneath the heat of his gaze.
"Just as it is none of your business, whom I choose to spend the night with..right, Sif?"

She hesitated, her mind whirring. She was reluctant to answer as this seemed like some type of trick question. He was staring at her expectantly, so she resorted to shrugging her shoulders. As though she couldn't care less.

Loki's expression darkened considerably, she thought she saw a flash of disappointment in his eyes. But then he forced his pursed lips into a crooked smirk and made a point of checking the time on his watch.
"Well, if you'll excuse me then....I'd better be going. I'm hoping to be in Chelsea by midnight."

As his words sunk in and the sexual reference to the woman, rather than the place, registered with her, she shot him a withering look of pure disdain.
Of all the Goddesses and mystical creatures of legend, in that instance she wished she could possess the powers of Medusa the Gorgon, above all others. Her ability to turn men to stone at a glance, would've been a marvellous aid to her right now.

"You...crude, lecherous, depraved beast!"
She spat the words out at him, as though she found them just as repulsive as he himself.

"You dare lecture me on depravity? How hypocritical of a fallen shield maiden to take the moral high ground.....you who broke your vow of chastity in order to lay with that lumbering oaf Thor!"
He retorted, advancing towards her slowly. The malice in his voice unmistakable.
"Tell me Sif, was it worth it? Was having his huge, sweaty, heaving carcass labouring over you, everything you dreamed it would be?"

Disgusted and enraged, Sif reacted without thought or hesitation. She clenched her fist, swung her arm and hit  him hard in the mouth.
"You bastard!"
She cursed, rendering him silent and physically stunned.
"You are in no position to mock me, when you contaminated yourself by coupling with that whore Lorelei!"

Raising his fingers to his split lip, Loki felt the trickle of blood and became blisteringly furious.
He moved so quickly she was unable to avoid his rough grasp, as he gripped her by the shoulders and shoved her hard, causing her to lose balance in her heels and topple over.
"Enough!"
He raged,
"You wanton mare! Who are you to judge me, when you were whoring every night with my brother!?"

"For your information, I never gave myself to him!"
She yelled, her own temper soaring to new heights.

But her words merely stoked his fury.
He gripped her upper arm and roughly hoisted her to stand.
She retaliated by elbowing him hard in the side, forcing him to let her go. Then she brought her leg up and kneed him squarely in the groin.

This action had the desired impact, as he let out a pained howl and staggered back against a bookshelf, clutching his crotch, and sending several books and magazines scattering to the floor in the process.

"Fucking bitch!"
He rasped, rounding on her again, and this time his hand flew to her throat menacingly,
"Tell me the truth, did you give yourself to him? Did you? Because I'm beginning to wonder if I couldn't do a better job of satisfying you myself!"

"It is no lie, Thor has never had me..."
She insisted, her own hands balling into fists, clutching the material of his shirt.
"...and neither shall you!"

His large hand clenched tighter around her neck.
"We'll see about that!"

In defence she reacted by tearing at his shirt, raking her nails against the soft, warm skin that was now exposed.
He took a sharp intake of breath through clenched teeth due to the stinging, yet not entirely unpleasant, sensation.

"Stop it! Do not say such things, Loki. You know full well it is forbidden....you, you can't!"

In order to stop her from clawing him further he released his hold on her throat, but only to grip her by the hair; pulling her head backwards, forcing her to look at him.
"Incase you hadn't realised, I am Loki of Jotunheim......and I do what I want!"
He growled, his voice deeper now than it had been a moment ago.

At that she brought her hand up, intending to slap him or maybe push him away.
But instead she found herself grasping the back of his neck, her fingers sliding into his hair. She clasped the back of his head and forced his face closer so she could crush her lips against his.
He immediately responded, and the kiss was not gentle. It was hard, carnal and deeply sensuous. His lips were demanding, his tongue reaching into her mouth, fighting her own for dominance like he just couldn't get close enough to her.
When at last he stopped, it left her gasping for air.

"And....what precisely do you want?"
She panted, without really intending to ask.
"Because it cannot be me, you would not lower yourself, that is what you said...do you not recall?"
She didn't particularly want to talk anymore. All she wanted now was for him to keep kissing her. But she couldn't resist the urge to torment him further. As much as it unsettled her, sparring with him quickened her blood.

He stared down at her with half-hooded eyes,
"Fuck you, Sif."
He whispered harshly, his jaw set tight.

He noted the way her teeth clenched in agitation.
"Do not take that tone wth me, Loki-"

"No, you misunderstand me..."
He cut her off sharply,
"....I'm expressing my intentions. It is what I intend to do to you!"

There was no sense of teasing in his voice, and as her eyes widened in shock, he smiled like a wild animal that was ravenous for her.
His crude declaration and hungry eyes sent shivers down her spine and caused her stomach to twist into lustful knots.

Before she could register what was happening, he'd pushed her back against the wall, devouring her mouth once more.
Completely allowing her fervent desire to take over, she arched herself into him, as he rolled his unyielding body against hers.
She knew she ought to fight this, but in her heart of hearts she knew any resistance was futile. She would allow him to take whatever he wanted.
Whether he was asking permission or not, she would not refuse him anything.
She could not resist him any longer.

Kissing feverishly, their bodies rocked against each other lustfully.
She was desperate for the feel of his skin again, so slipped her fingers through the torn material of his shirt, running her hands down his stomach towards the waistband of his trousers, she felt his muscles bunch and tighten in anticipation.

Oh Valhalla, what was she doing?!
Somewhere at the back of her mind, a distant nagging voice was calling for her to stop this now whilst she still could. But she chose to ignore it. She was too far gone now.
Her senses were ablaze for him and her body ached for his forbidden touch.

As if sensing her need, his hands drifted down and dipped beneath the hem of her dress. She felt his long fingers glide upwards before grasping her thighs firmly, pressing them apart. Then, shoving his hips between her legs, he pinned her against the wall with his virile body.
The startlingly familiar manly bulge pressing against her groin caused a heat to ignite deep within her, spreading from the inside out.
She'd never before felt such an overwhelming sense of want and urgency.
She had to have him. She needed him. She'd never wanted anyone like this before.

His lips had moved to her neck now and in order to suppress a gasp as he felt her fingers fumbling for his belt, he scraped his teeth along her skin then licked the small sting away, sending sparks throughout her body.

"Touch me, Sif. I want you to feel exactly what you do to me!"
He urged, in a commanding tone.
He heard the telltale sound of his buckle relenting as she practically tore open his trousers, allowing his large erection to spring free.

She was desperate to remove the inconvenient barrier that prevented her from being as close to him as physically possible, so was more than happy to comply.

She couldn't see of course, but she certainly felt the way in which he throbbed anxiously, swollen and eager to penetrate, as she grasped him in the palm of her hand.
She gasped, overwhelmed by his size, and the sensation of touching him in such an intimate way.
There was no going back now.

He growled salaciously into her ear like a feral animal, and his actions were proving to be equally animalistic, which only aroused her further.
Reaching down between their bodies, he slipped a hand between her legs and clawed at her underwear, impatient to worship that most secret place between her silken thighs, as he frantically ripped the material from her with alarming ease.

"Loki, please...please..."
She begged breathlessly, finding it difficult to form a sentence due to her lustful desperation. She wasn't even sure whether she was begging for him to stop this now whilst they still could, or to never cease this luxurious assault on her senses.

In one swift motion, he gripped her by the hips and hoisted her up, roughly pushing her dress up passed her waist. Obligingly she leant back against the wall and enveloped him with her limbs; wrapping her arms around his neck, and her legs around his slim waist.

There was a fleeting moment of uncertainty as she realised she was about to break her sacred vow of abstinence by engaging in the sexual act, and with Asgard's most notorious traitor.
The gravity of the situation momentarily caused her to waver.

"L-Loki....I want to but...but this is madness..."
She fell silent as his eyes fused with hers, his startling look of sexual defiance caused any reluctance to liquify in the lust that fogged up her mind, and had her pooling with arousal for him.

"Is it madness? You want me as much as I want you...but, if you truly want me to stop, I shall....all you have to do is say the word...."
His vice-like grip tightened and held her in position, as he prepared to enter her.
"....just tell me now, otherwise I'm going to take you, Sif......I must have you. Oh fuck, I must have you! I shall know no peace until I do. You alone torment me with thoughts of making you mine!"

His unveiled lust had the most surprising effect on her body, as she perceptibly trembled against him.
And she'd remained silent, which was all the invitation he needed.
He surged forwards and with one brutal thrust he drove his entire length into her, filling her so suddenly and fiercely she cried out in shock.

Gasping, he stilled briefly, allowing her a moment to recover and prepare herself for what was to follow. Also, he needed to regain some self-control in order  to prevent himself from coming prematurely undone.
But as much as him taking her roughly had hurt in the most glorious way, she still couldn't resist grinding her hips against his impatiently, urging him on. Yearning to feel him moving inside of her.

Obligingly he immediately took up a punishing rhythm right from the start, and she thought she might come apart as he held her.
Using the wall at her back as leverage to aid him in keeping up the brutal pace he had set, he plunged rapidly in and out of her languid heat with a rabid intensity.

This was by no means gentle love making. This was raw and primal. This was pure unbridled sex.
It was rough and angry....just as she had expected it would be.  And it was the most sensuous, exquisite experience she'd ever had.
She felt every inch of him deep inside her, filling her so completely she was unsure of where he ended and she began, and she'd never felt so utterly complete. As though he were the missing part she'd been searching for all these years.
Her eyes closed to cope with the intense, sweet pleasure building within her, as she bucked against him greedily, meeting his thrusts.

His pace quickened further, his hips lunging in a constant forwards motion, pounding into her unapologetically. Her nails dug into his shoulders as her body jerked back and forth with the strength of his fluid movements. She was panting heavily and no matter how hard she fought it, she could no longer contain herself.
A loud, sensual moan slipped from her lips, followed by another, and another, until her noises grew louder, morphing into screams of pleasure.

It came as a pleasant surprise for Loki, her being so erotically vocal, and it spurred him on. Exciting him further.

"Open your eyes, Sif....open them and look at me!"
He ordered, his voice ragged and husky with need.

She forced her heavy lids open, feeling strangely self conscious and vulnerable under the heat of his intrusive gaze.

"You're mine now, do you understand?"
He panted, his breathing becoming increasingly hampered as he felt her contract around him,
"Keep your eyes on me and say my name...say that you're mine!"

She felt she was going to implode at any second, and it took immense effort for her to focus on his perfect face, now shimmering with sweat, and do his bidding.
"Oh L-Loki...I am..ohh...I am...yours!"
He drove into her with such force it made her teeth clatter, and she threaded the fingers of one hand through his inky hair.
"Yes! Oh, yes...I am yours, Loki! Loki!"

The exquisite sensation mounted in her, and he sensed her release was imminent as she screamed louder, feeling each thrust....strong and deep.
She became vaguely aware of his ragged voice, whispering an absolute torrent of filth into her ear, and then with one more ruthless thrust; the ferocity of which made him cry out, she felt a huge surge of pleasure rip through her body, causing her to whimper, tremble and writhe against him.

He felt her come undone, which was enough to drive him over the edge also.
A pained groan tore from his chest, he stilled abruptly and the distinct sensation of his release inside her merely added to the intensity of the moment.
He thrust two more times before his body shuddered violently then sagged against her, a clear indication that he was now spent, and engulfed by the heady euphoria of his own orgasm.

Her climax seemed to last an eternity, her head spun and stars studded her vision as wave after wave crashed through her tingling body.
Oh merciful Norns.
She almost wanted to die, as she surely could never feel this whole, fulfilled and happy, again.

His heart was just beginning to return to a steady pace as he pressed a kiss to her damp forehead, and slowly withdrew his waning length before setting her back down gently on her own two feet. Her knees almost buckled and she had to steady herself against the wall.

For the first time, she then noticed the sounds of the music rising up through the floorboards, along with the incomprehensible chatter of the customers. Her eyes scanned the floor and fell on her discarded underwear. Bringing her back down to earth with a serious jolt.
What had she just done?
She suddenly felt incredibly guilty for having fraternised with an enemy in such a way.
The Allfather would be utterly appalled at her behaviour...and with good reason. It was unforgivable.

Hastily she pulled her dress down and shakily scooped up the small bundle of ripped lace.
Loki was rearranging his clothing; having zipped up his trousers and buckled his belt, he now fastened his jacket in order to conceal his tattered shirt.
"I'm sorry, Sif.."
He spoke suddenly, his voice quiet.

She turned away, not wanting to hear what he was apologising for exactly.
Because as disgusted with herself as she now felt, she could not bear the thought of him considering his actions to be a mistake.
He was unscrupulous, she was the one with the conscience. She was the one who had engaged in an act of carnal indiscretion with a wanted traitor and threat to her realm.

Fearing the worst, she found herself responding quickly in order to not permit him to deliver the blow she was expecting.
"Don't. It was a mutual mistake. Least said, soonest mended, wouldn't you agree?"

His head snapped up, her words having completely floored him.
And he wasn't sure how to respond. For a moment he felt utterly crushed, the bitter disappointment was overwhelming.
"A mistake?"
He managed at last, trying his best to keep his tone steady.
"You consider our actions to be a mistake?"

Sif didn't answer. His reaction had surprised her. He sounded somewhat shocked and confused, which in turn confused her.
"Well what else would you consider it?"
She said at last, defensively,
"It should not have happened Loki....such an act between you and I has always been strictly forbidden for numerous reasons-"

"That is no newsflash Sif, you're starting to sound like a broken record! But it didn't seem to matter so much to you when you were moaning my name!"
His voice was raised now and filled with indignation.

Reluctantly she turned to face him, her face and neck still flushed from their arduous carnal exploits. Her shame only caused her to blush more ferociously.
"We've both been drinking Loki, neither of us were fully in control of our actions...it was a moment of madness. Nothing more. Is that not why you were apologising?"

He glared at her now, his expression filled with hatred, yet his eyes betrayed him.
They were brimming with hurt and he inwardly scorned himself for feeling so rejected.
"I was apologising for the manner in which I was overcome with such wanton desire. I got a little carried away..."
He explained bluntly, his words making her feel even more embarrassed,
"...I lost all self-control and ravaged you against a wall in someone else's home, it's not exactly how I would have intended to take you-"

"It does not matter..."
She cut him off quickly,
"...the time nor the place does not make a difference. It would never be right, wherever we were."

Swallowing hard, Loki turned his back on her hastily for fear of her seeing him become further upset. It was taking every ounce of his control to not tear this room apart and bring the entire place down around her.
He fought the urge to break something...furniture, himself....her...
He had no wish to hurt her physically, but emotionally was a different matter.

Striding purposefully in the direction of the door, he anticipated her reaction...

"Loki, wait! Where are you going? You do not have to leave."

He hesitated momentarily, before slipping on his mask of vindictive indifference.
Feeling wounded, his go-to response was to attack. It was the only way he knew how to retaliate when he was humiliated and hurt.

"There is no reason for me to remain here. I've no desire to stay..."
He lied, as he shot her a withering look over his shoulder.
"I've achieved my goal."

Her stomach dropped,
"G-goal?"
She stammered.

"Yes, my goal. I've taken from you something that Thor has never had. I told you once before, you're foolish if you believe that I truly want you..."
He replied callously, his words piercing her heart like a well-aimed arrow.
"...I've sullied you with my 'foul touch'"
He made air quotes with his fingers as he used her own term of phrase against her.
"Yes, you have debased yourself by succumbing to wicked Loki, the monster! Odin and all your fellow Asgardians would be horrified wouldn't they? Well, that was the plan."

He forced a cruel laugh and then continued on his way to the door without so much as a backwards glance....
.....leaving her to slump down on the floor, dissolving into tears.