When War and Lies Collide

Letting the Games Begin

     The two Asgardians walked side by side down the long, decorated hall.  Neither of them spoke, but each was deep in thought about the other.  Loki, questioning Sif's ability to trust him, and Sif pondering why Loki would have picked her to assist him.

     Finally, Loki reaches forward, clciking open a door.  He walks straight in, leaving the door open behind him to let Sif check her surroundings first.  He knew she wouldn't enter a place she was unfamiliar with.

     Sif peers in, looking at what appears to be a large bedroom.  A large bed sits at the side, and a small sitting area opposite of it.  Books line the walls in stacks, bookmarks sticking out in random places.  Midgardian trinkets scatter the floors, none of which Sif could tell you what they were for.  A door to a bathroom is to her right.  Hand clasping her sword that rests in her belt loop, ready to pull it out if need be, she enters and the door shuts behind her.  Slowly, she steps forward, analyzing every inch of the room.

     "I promise you nothing is going to leap out and kill you, Sif.  If i wanted to murder someone, it would have been over with twenty minutes ago."  He says with a chuckle, smirking at her uneasiness.  He liked that he made her nervous, and he enjoyed the fact that she was on edge.  "Plus, I wouldn't dare get my carpet dirty with your blood, I would have done it outside."

     Sif glares at him, holding her sword even tighter causing her knuckles to go white.  "Try anything, and don't doubt I will slay you where you stand.  Unlike you, I have no issues with a bloody carpet."  She hisses at him, walking even farther into the room and taking everything in.  Slowly, she lets herself relax.

     Loki bursts into laughter at her comment, a well known mischievous twinkle in his eye.  He was beginning to grow a bit fond of her fast comebacks, something he was not used to and which was quite refreshing.  He watches her, intrigued as she looks at all of the Midgardian objects and reads the titles of the unfamiliar books.  "I'll admit that it is quite entertaining to observe how cautiously you tread, Lady Sif."

     "I'm glad my discomfort amuses you."  She says sarcastically, standing there awkwardly and not knowing quite what to do.

 "Please, make yourself at home."  Loki replies, ignoring the remark.  He raises his arm, gesturing for her to sit.  Narrowing her large brown eyes, she slowly sits down, not peering away from him as if he was a rabid bildgenipe that was ready to pounce.  He flashes the woman a smile, sensing her discomfort.  "You really musn't fret, Sif.  I didn't ask for your company to ruin your life."

"Like you'd notify me if that was your plan."  She mutters with an eye roll.  She really was a feisty warrior, unlike so many of the women in Asgard who preferred being pampered and cared for by the men.  Sif proved again and again to be the opposite.

With a raised eyebrow, Loki peers into her dark brown eyes that flashed the same mischievousness and curiosity as his own.  And at this moment, he knew he had made the right choice. 

Sif was to be the partner in his crimes, even if she didn't know it yet.

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