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Kenna and Loki talked and schemed for hours, trying to come up with a solution for the coronation. It was to be a major event on Asgard. Odin had ruled over the nine realms for millennia's after the death of his father Bor. Odin's decision to step down so his son could take the throne was unheard of. Important and powerful beings from all the nine realms would be there. It would be no small undertaking to delay such an event, but they had no choice. Thor wasn't ready. The very event Odin was using as a catalyst for handing over the crown was their victory. Not Thor's.

Kenna made them each another cup of tea. Loki had offered to brew the second cup but his work on the first had been nearly undrinkable. Kenna has managed to choke it down to spare his feelings. Despite being a master of magic and herb lore he was terrible at tea. She teased him about it as the kettle heated. Loki laughed good-naturedly at her ribbing and Kenna watched him laugh in the flickering green light.

"As a prince," Loki said still chuckling. "I'm afraid I'm not often called upon to make my own tea."

Kenna smirked and shook her head as she poured the water. "Well, lucky for you you've found me," she said as she turned back to face him.

Pleasure glittered in Loki's eyes as he watched her. "Lucky me," he agreed his voice suddenly serious.

Kenna's cheeks heated and she turned her face away as she felt his sincerity.

Kenna walked back over to her pallet carrying both mugs. Loki was leaning back against the wall, one long leg stretched out, the other up at an angle where he rested his arm. She handed him his chipped cup and dropped down to sit in her nest of blankets beside him. As the depth of night settled around them, even the fire in the hearth wasn't quite enough to keep the chill away. She settled in beside him and Loki shifted her blanket back over her legs. The cold never seemed to bother him, but he was mindful of the fact that she was sensitive to it.

Once she was settled back beside him she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, chewing on her lip.

"Yes?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I have an idea," she said slowly.

"I can practically feel you thinking," he teased, taking a sip of his tea. She made it better than he did and he savored the sweet spices as they opened flavorfully across his tongue.

"It's not a very good one," she confessed. It was by no means more daring than other plans Loki himself had come up with, but it was closer to treason than any other she had suggested. She felt a brief moment of trepidation, a moment of doubt. Loki was a prince, that alone awarded him some element of protection. When the collar was removed it was easy to forget she was not who she had once been. Here she was not the daughter of Ljosalfar, here she was no more than a slave.

A slow smirk tugged at the corner of Loki's mouth. "The suspense is killing me," he teased, and his emerald eyes were sparkling with mischief. There was something so pure and almost innocent about Loki in his sincerity it made Kenna's chest hurt. They had been through so much together in such a short period of time. Only Odin could have ordered the use of the collar and every time Loki removed it he risked his father's wrath. And still had he come, for nothing more than to wake her from a nightmare.

Loki was considered the god of mischief and lies, but all he had ever shown her was kindness, and she could feel his sincerity burning warm within her. It was all the encouragement she needed. 

She set her tea aside and pushed herself up onto her knees so she was facing him. The blanket tangled around her legs but she shoved it aside in annoyance. He snorted and helped her disentangle herself before she managed to dump herself into his lap. 

"Okay," she said drawing in a deep breath. "But you have to hear me out," she warned. "It is going to sound a little..." she drew off and chewed on her lip thoughtfully. "...nuts."

Loki choked back a laugh. "Do go on," he encouraged, his eyes gleaming with excitement. They had been brainstorming for hours. Anything that had gotten Kenna this excited was bound to be good. He took another sip of tea and stared into her inky eyes over the rim of his cup. They had come up with plenty of plans that boarded on insanity. He couldn't imagine what the impish elf had thought up now.

"So," she began slowly. "What we need is a little bit of chaos..."

A laugh rumbled it's way up Loki's throat. "My dear, sweet Kenna I do believe you have been spending far too much time with me," he teased. He wasn't sure how she did it, but even with the worry and stress of the upcoming coronation she somehow made him smile. 

Kenna snorted and shook her head and a piece of her silver hair slipped free of it's braid. Without thinking Loki reached out and tucked the strand behind her tipped ear. Kenna stilled as Loki's fingers brushed against her skin, but she blinked and forced herself to remain focused. She could feel his interest and his amusement.

"Well...you said a normal prank won't stop the coronation," she licked her lips nervously. "So we need to do something that will make Odin question the security of the palace and show that Thor isn't ready..."

Kenna felt his surprise over her words and without waiting for him to ask she replied.

"Loki I was there, I saw Thor in Alfheim. He is not ready to lead. He left his men out on the field to chase the glory of killing Harokin himself."

She felt something akin to a quirk through their bond and made a noise of impatience in her throat. "Yes," she replied without waiting once more. "I recognize you and I both would have died had he not, but it doesn't change the fact that all his men could have died because of his rash decisions."

Loki sucked in a breath and nodded. It hadn't escaped his notice, he was just surprised once again by how deeply Kenna cared for the very people who enslaved her. A small frown formed between her eyes and he realized she was trying to figure out what he was feeling and why. She was learning to control her power faster than he anticipated. The only possible explanation was that she was more powerful than either of them realized. They would need to discuss it at some point. She would need help developing her abilities.

"You're getting rather good at that," he observed casually. He was hesitant to draw too much attention to her use of her powers. He didn't want to discourage her.

Kenna frowned and it took her a moment to realize he meant her empathic abilities and then she shook her head and looked away, embarrassed. "It's only because you're the only one here,"she told him honestly. "It's easier to focus when I can't feel anyone else but you," she told him.

Loki felt his mouth go dry for a moment and then self loathing surged through him so fast it took his breath away. He should never have slept with Lady Sitka. He was tempted to turn his face away from her, but why. She could feel everything he felt. There was no point in trying to hide from her.

"What-?" she started to ask and then she stopped herself.

Loki turned to look at her, her face was pinched up in concentration. He wanted so badly to pull away from her. To shield himself. It was almost too much to be constantly laid bare before her, but he knew if he did that it would hurt her, and she needed to practice honing her skill.

"You can ask," Loki encouraged.

She pinched her lips together. "You are entitled to what little privacy you can manage with me around," she said simply and she sat back on her heels, putting a small amount of space between them. She had felt his affection and attraction for her followed quickly by self-loathing. It wasn't hard to see where his feelings came from. She was a slave.

Ignorant of her train of thought Loki snorted and he tilted his head to one side, opening his power.

You're not the only one little elf with powers others might find...uncomfortable.

Kenna flinched at the sound of Loki's voice projecting in her mind. Her eyes widened. He had spoken in her mind before, once when she was sleeping and again in Alfheim, but this felt different, more intimate. A small amount of heat started building where the amulet sat against her skin and spread out through her chest. 

"Can you read my mind when you do that?" she asked cautiously. It felt hypocritical to even ask. Her empathic abilities weren't mind reading per say, but it was close and she had no way of turning off her ability to receive.

No, Loki's voice was soft and quiet inside her head. I could hear you if you project your thoughts to me, but I can't hear anything unless you wish it. Think of it as a door you would open to me. 

The heat from the amulet settled, not growing anymore but also not lessening and Kenna recognized it as the magical bond that existed between them. It was Loki. Kenna focused on that heat and on Loki.

She pushed her thoughts at him as though they were stepping through a door. Loki arched a brow and glanced away uncertainly. She frowned and pushed the thoughts harder. A single bead of sweat formed at her temple.

Shhh, Loki's voice whispered in her mind soothingly. You don't have to push so hard. Close your eyes. Envision your mind like a palace, build each piece of it, know every brick...and then you open the door. Loki remembered his mother's analogy from when he was young and she was just teaching him to use his magic. This was different however, working with Kenna was different.

Kenna let her eyes drift closed as she obeyed the prince's suggestion. Behind her closed lids however, the only palace she could see was the one where she was captive and the one filled with bones and ash.

Relax, his voice whispered through her mind. You can't force magic, the harder you try the more it will resist. It is not about fighting, it is about emotion. Your power is based on emotion. Feel it. Find a place where you feel safe, where you are grounded. 

Kenna felt safe with him, she let his voice ground her. Instead of a palace, she pictured her mind like her potting shed. A small sanctuary that was just hers in a world in which she was powerless. She pictured the door to the shed. It's simple wooden structure that gave her privacy and protection, she pictured herself opening it so she could speak to Loki. Then she thought her next words as hard as she could. Do you hear me?

Loki flinched and then a smile broke across his face. You don't have to think so hard love. I'm right here, no need to shout. His words in her mind were flippant and she could feel his mirth, but the endearment which seemed to trip out of him so easily did not go unnoticed.

Sorry, she thought towards him again, but quieter this time as though they were speaking in the library.

Loki smiled indulgently and she could feel that he wasn't upset with her but strangely proud. "It takes practice," he said out loud.

"Is it taxing?" she asked him curiously.

Loki thought for a moment and shook his head. He reached out and his fingers glided across the amulet she wore. "Nothing that comes from this connection is taxing. Other uses of my magic yes, but not this," he frowned then as though he were just considering his words. "Interesting..." he mused.

She could feel his uncertainty, his curiosity. Whatever the magical connection was between them, it reassured her to feel he was just as ignorant of it's complexities as she was. It made her feel as though they were on equal ground.

Loki cleared his throat then and he shifted the conversation back to something they were both more comfortable with. "So what did you have in mind?" Loki asked, taking another sip of his tea.

Kenna swallowed and when her fingers went up to fiddle with her amulet nervously Loki knew this was going to be something big. "Well, there are other paths," she said slowly. "Alfheim is not the only realm that can be reached from Asgard."

She felt his surprise for only a moment before he shifted onto thoughtful consideration.

Loki mulled over her words. "You remember them?" he asked slowly as all the possibilities ran through his mind.

Kenna nodded slowly. "I'll need maps, but yes, I believe so...Getting to Midgard is useless," she said bluntly. "A few lost mortals won't help us. And both Svartalheim and Alfheim are wastelands...Vanaheim and Nidavellir are at peace with Asgard..." she arched a brow. "And as far as I know there is only one path into Hel, and neither of us are that desperate." Kenna added sardonically.

Loki leaned forward in interest.

"Which leaves," she continued. "Muspelheim and-"

Loki sucked in an excited breath. "Jotunheim." His eyes caught Kenna's and a slow, satisfied smile stretched across his face. His father hated the Frost Giants more than any other race in the realms. He had spent a millennia at war with the monsters before finally defeating them and taking the source of their power. If the Frost Giants came, Odin would have no choice but to stop the ceremony.

Kenna couldn't help the impish smile that naturally answered his smirk of approval. His emotions were surging through him too quickly for her to follow but he wasn't outraged by her plan. 

"A couple of frost giants-" she started to say.

"My father hates them. If they managed to work their way into the palace..." Loki continued nodding thoughtfully. "My father has a relic of theirs, something of immense power. It would not be unheard of for them to come looking for it. They would be discovered almost instantly," he assured her glancing up quickly to make sure she didn't think he was being heartless. "No one would be hurt. Their magic isn't strong enough to hide from Heimdall and Odin within the palace, but it would warrant an immediate investigation. And surely a change of leadership at that time would be-"

"Disastrous. It would make Asgard look weak." Kenna finished for him. "Like I said," she added with a smirk, the inky pools of her eyes were dancing as her silver brow arched impishly. "A little chaos never hurt anyone."

Loki laughed out loud. He reached out and snaked an arm around her, pulling her into his chest. His lips brushed across her forehead as his body shook with laughter. Have I told you how much I love how your mind works.

Loki's voice felt like silk inside her mind. She shivered and when he pulled back to look down into her eyes it felt like the whole universe was holding it's breath.

Loki's eyes flickered down to her lips. He didn't know why he was still holding back. She knew how he felt. She had no choice but to know. His gazed into her eyes. Sometimes it was so difficult to tell what she was thinking behind the inky blackness. He could see nothing in her eyes but the reflection of himself. He remembered then that she was a slave. That she was tied to him through a magical connection he himself had forged, and with those chains still firmly in place he moved to step back. He pulled back his emotions until his face was the stoic mask he wore at court.

Kenna reached for him as he pulled back, her hand coming up and the tips of her fingers ghosted along the line of his cheekbone. Loki closed his eyes for a fleeting moment at the contact and shivered beneath her gentle touch.

Don't hide from me. Her voice whispered through his mind and he wasn't sure if she had found a way to push past his defenses or if he had unknowingly allowed himself to remain open to her. He opened his eyes and stared down at her. She had lowered her hand but was watching him. There was so much emotion in her eyes, he wanted to believe the emotions he saw there were genuine. He wanted to trust them. 

Please, she added. 

One corner of his mouth quirked up. Kenna was many things, brave, stronger than she realized, but it was her kindness that always seemed to catch him by surprise. He folded her up in his arms, pulling her against his chest. She didn't belong in Asgard. 

Kenna went willingly trying to squash the rejection coursing through her veins like poison. She had felt everything he did. She felt his guilt and fear and self loathing all riding on the back of his desire and affection. He was torn and confused and so she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him back. She didn't want to cause him pain, ever, and while she could feel how much he cared for her, he was a prince and his sense of duty was a burden he carried. 

"Tomorrow," he said resolutely. "I'll get you the maps you require. For now, you should rest. It's late."

Kenna forced herself to snort. "I believe I've had more sleep than you," she teased keeping her voice light even though the sight of him with the beautiful woman in blue made her stomach churn. 

A slight blush colored Loki's cheeks and he was glad she couldn't see his face. He had no desire to even think about Lady Sitka again. "The dawn will come soon," he commented looking towards the one small window. 

Kenna tried unsuccessfully to suppress a yawn. "I don't want to sleep," she told him honestly as her eyes watered from the yawn. She yawned again and this time didn't lift her head from his shoulder. 

Loki chuckled quietly. He sat back against the wall, pulling Kenna down with him. He kept her close, tucking her under his arm. She snuggled into his chest, resting her head on his shoulder. It wasn't over his heart, but her hearing was good enough she could listen to it's slow, steady rhythm. Kenna was already drifting off. Her free hand wound it's way around his waist innocently as she shifted closer to his warmth. He could already feel her body relaxing against him. He pulled her blanket up around her and she hummed low in her throat and sighed in contentment. 

The nightmares...Loki wasn't sure if she was still projecting her thoughts on purpose or not. 

I'll stay, he promised her. Loki closed his eyes against the flood of guilt and injustice that raged through him. He had to do something to help her. He felt her shift against him making a quiet noise of complaint in the back of her throat. He closed off his emotions one by one from her so she could rest in peace. 

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It was just before dawn when Frigga woke. She startled awake once more, but this time there was no attack, no pain. She frowned as she lay in bed, trying to discern what pulled her from sleep. The palace was silent and still. Beside her Odin snored softly. With sleep clouding her mind it took her longer than it should have to notice. It was not something out of place that had awoken her, rather it was the absence of noise, of motion, of life. Things were too still, too quiet. Unnaturally so.

Frigga jerked awake then, bolting upright in bed, the sheet pooling around her waist as she drew her power around her.

"Come now, there's no reason for that," a voice called from the darkness.

Despite the reassurance, Frigga tensed even more as the speaker stepped out of the shadows that concealed her. The shadows pulled away from her reluctantly, like cobwebs as though the darkness itself was drawn to her.

"Sigyn, what are you doing here?" Frigga asked, working to keep her tone cold and clear in the face of the powerful witch.

"I came for a visit," Sigyn responded her tone shifting in an instant from dark and dangerous to melodic and sing-songy. "We have business to attend to," and she giggled uncontrollably. 

Frigga's eyes cut to Odin who was still sleeping peacefully beside her. Sigyn was speaking loud enough it should have woken him. 

Sigyn made a noise of disgust and waved toward him dismissively. "I assure you I've not come for that. I was clear the last time I saw you my position on that particular debt," then she let out another giggle and shook her head fondly at the memory. 

Frigga exhaled softly but refused to allow her relief to show on her face. "Then-" Frigga began working to keep control of the conversation, but Sigyn interrupted her.

"He won't wake until we're done," Sigyn assured Frigga, she snorted and giggled. "Well, until I'm done," she corrected smiling. Then her face fell into a stone cold, serious mask. "None of them will," she threatened menacingly. 

Frigga refused to allow the witch to see how much she unnerved her. "Why are you here Sigyn?"

"Is that how you greet an old friend?" Sigyn asked, her hand going to her chest in mockingly. "'Why are you here?' How cold," she observed and she turned and paced along Frigga's bookcases, dragging her fingers along their spines. 

Frigga snorted at the irony of this woman accusing her of being cold. "You must have a reason," she said carefully. It would do no good to offend the most powerful dark witch in Asgard. 

Sigyn nodded and began pacing back and forth manically. "Oh I do," she assured Frigga. "I was attacked tonight. Me."

Frigga felt the air in her chest constrict. Sigyn had felt the attack as well. Frigga had hoped it had just been her to experience the pain. If Sigyn had, and she was here, it could only mean she had traced it back to it's source.

"Your son," Sigyn said with a lazy, half sensual, half mad smile stretching her features into a frightening mask. "Loki," she whispered the name sensually, and the air around them shifted. Sigyn had put power into the name and Frigga sank her teeth into her lip as fear choked her. "He was such a bright boy," she observed, looking down at her fingernails. "And now..." she let out a low whistle. "he has grown to become a Power in his own right," she giggled and looked up at Frigga, the witches eyes glittered with madness. Her eyes drifted shut and she swayed dreamily. "He is so...kind...so lonely...the forgotten son...you will pay for it," Sigyn warned. 

Frigga stepped forward, drawing her power around herself. "You will never take my son's name like that again," she growled angrily, her hands closing into fists. "You aren't welcome here Sigyn. You weren't summoned, you-"

Sigyn's eyes snapped open and her gaze was sharp and focused as she leveled them on the Asgardian Queen. "You gave your son's name to me when I cursed him as a baby. It is my power that binds and protects your family Frigga. Don't ever forget that." Sigyn hissed, her beautiful face morphing into something twisted and ugly. "Your happiness rests in my hands," Sigyn said, lifting her palms up from beneath the folds of cloth of her cloak. Magenta power crackled between her fingers and her laugh was sensual. She closed her hands into fists. "And you presume to give me orders?" 

Frigga lifted her chin but her heart was thundering out of control in her chest. "I am your queen."

Sigyn snorted. "You were my pupil before you were Queen and you came to me for help. Not once, but twice."

"I don't need your help now," Frigga said resolutely. 

A slow, smile tugged at one corner of Sigyn's mouth. It was so similar to Loki's signature smirk it made a shiver of genuine fear run down Frigga's spine. 

"Are you so sure of that?" Sigyn asked taking a step closer to Frigga. 

"Get out Sigyn," Frigga ordered. 

Sigyn started laughing. "Oh my dear Frigga, you have no idea what's coming. You will need me, before the end and I promise you. You'll regret this night. From here on out my price will go up. Woe that you will  be forced to pay it instead of accepting my offer of friendship." 

Frigga took another aggressive step towards to witch. "I have never desired your friendship." 

Sigyn snorted, but instead of laughing she looked wary. A wind blew in from the open balcony, the gauzy curtains snapped in the breeze. Sigyn lifted her head and sniffed the air. "She is coming," she warned. "And you will lose him." 

"Get out," Frigga snapped. 

Sigyn bowed low, a tight, angry smile stretching her beautiful face into something twisted and ugly. "My Queen."

The wind picked up and there was a swirl of magenta power and the dark witch was gone. 

Frigga stood out on the balcony, her hands trembling as waited for the sun to come up. 

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Loki woke surrounded by Kenna's scent of lavender and eucalyptus. Still half asleep he reached towards her warmth. His mind cleared of sleep when he realized she wasn't there. Light streamed through the small, foggy window. He pushed himself up from Kenna's pallet and looked around in confusion. It had been a long time since he had slept so soundly. He could feel it was late morning, it was almost unheard of for him to sleep so late. He was normally up before dawn. He pushed himself to his feet. His muscles were tight from sleeping on the elf's tiny pallet which was much too small for him. 

He was still wearing his clothes from the feast the night before. He gestured and in a sweeping tingle of power his clothes changed into leather pants and a loose green tunic. Something he would have worn for a morning of study. He stretched his power out. Kenna was close by. He sucked in a breath as he felt the charge of the collar surrounding her. She had replaced it when she got up to go back to work this morning. Sighing he strode out the door. He could feel Kenna in the back corner of the garden, the place she went to work when she wanted to be alone. 

She was kneeling in the dirt, a small bucket beside her as she picked what looked like small stones from around her plants. Loki hesitated and watched as she pushed a long strand of hair back over her shoulder impatiently. 

"Loki," his mother's voice went over him like cold water. He turned to see her standing back over Kenna's shoulder, watching her work. 

"Mother," he greeted tightly. 

"I didn't see you at breakfast this morning," she observed in a carefully casual tone. 

Loki cleared his throat. "Yes, the evening got-" Loki started to explain but his mother continued. 

"I had hoped to see you and the Lady Sitka there," she said casting a sharp look at her son. 

Kenna's shoulders tightened for just a moment before they rolled forward submissively. It made Loki sick to his stomach. For once he was thankful Kenna was wearing the collar so she wasn't receiving everything he was feeling just then. 

"Yes, well I'm afraid Lady Sitka had other things to attend to today, as do I," he added tightly. 

"I can imagine. Does training not start soon?" Frigga asked innocently. 

Loki sucked in a breath, he honestly didn't know what bell it was. "Yes, of course," he responded flippantly. 

"Then what are you doing here?" Frigga pressed. She was trying to get a reaction from him, trying to see if there was something between Loki and Kenna. 

Loki stared hard into his mother's eyes before he glanced over her shoulder towards Kenna. "Elf," Loki called out authoritatively. 

Kenna turned to face him and for just a second he would have sworn he saw a flash of something in her eyes. Then it faded and he knew he was imagining things. She wore the collar. Everything she was carefully locked away. She kept her chin tucked so he couldn't see her eyes. She curtsied. "Yes, my prince?" she asked. 

Some of the tightness left Loki's chest. Every time she put the collar back on there was a piece of him that was terrified he would lose her. Magic that affected the mind and memory was far from stable. 

"I left you with a list of herbs in the shed. I will need them by tonight. No excuses," he snarled and he spun away from the slave as though she were beneath him. "Mother," he said nodding respectfully in farewell before teleporting out of the garden. 

He landed in a back room of the armory. He sucked in a breath and closed his eyes as he steadied himself. He appreciated the privacy as he prepared himself to face the others. Outside he could hear them laughing and joking together as they waited for General Torik to arrive and training to begin. He rolled his shoulders and gestured once more, changing his clothing into armor. He was still feeling raw over Kenna when he stepped out into the training yard. 

"Speak of the devil!" Thor's booming laugh echoed through the training yard. He clapped Loki on the back hard enough to hurt as Loki approached the group. Loki stiffened. "We were taking bets if you would make it brother. It has been a long time since you have indulged so," Thor laughed again. 

"Well, if it isn't the silver tongued prince himself," Fandral greeted with a bitter smile. "I have to say I'm impressed. You certainly made quick work of seducing the Lady Sitka. We were wondering if you were going to make it today or if the beautiful Lady Sitka still had you trapped in her web," Fandral chuckled knowingly.  

Loki forced a smile, but it was closer to a grimace. "Not quite," he said tightly. 

"Oh come brother!" Thor was still laughing. "She is beautiful and seemed quite taken with you." 

"Taken with his proximity to the crown you mean," Lady Sif said unkindly as she approached the group. 

Everyone laughed at Loki and it grated on his nerves. He turned his head, cracking his neck as he worked to contain his temper. 

"Can we get started please or are we going to continue to discuss Loki's conquests?" Sif asked her voice tight with annoyance. 

Loki turned away from the others who were still chuckling at his expense. "Indeed," he responded tightly, nodding a curt thanks to the Lady Sif. "Ladies first," he said holding his arm out to the training yard. Given Sif's anger with him, he normally would have avoided training with Sif when she was clearly still upset with him. He feared, however, he would not be able to control his temper with the others. 

"And then I tried to find that little elf, but she ran off before-"

Loki gritted his teeth as Fandral laughed with his brother and the rest of the warriors. 

Sif drew her sword and extended it into a spear. Unable to fight Fandral himself Loki summoned two daggers and settled back into a crouch. Sif's eyes glimmered in excitement as Loki made it clear she had his whole focus and today he would not be pulling any punches. 

Sif swung her spear at him a few times experimentally. Both times Loki blocked easily with his daggers. Every second he held himself back felt like torture. His rage was bubbling up inside of him. "The other's seem to believe you to be quite taken with the Lady Sitka after last night," Sif said conversationally, as she kicked him in the chest. Loki absorbed the power behind the kick and teleported himself back six inches. 

Sif grunted in annoyance, believing she had missed him. "I however know better," she said whipping around to back hand Loki. Loki flipped himself backwards out of her reach but Sif anticipated him. She slammed both booted feet into his chest plate. Loki fell backwards and Sif rode his body to the ground. She knelt on his chest reaching for her weapon.  

"Tell me what's going on between you and the elf slave," she growled. 

Loki's rage boiled over and he lost control. 

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