When War and Lies Collide

Just One Drink

After dancing for a few more songs and being utterly exhausted, Sif excused herself to go to the bathroom while Loki sat at the bar to order them another drink before they left for Asgard.  

The night had been splendid, not only had he thoroughly enjoyed himself, he knew Sif had too.  She deserved to be happy after all that had occurred in the last few days, she deserved that more than anyone.  He didn't think anyone really noticed how often Sif was in unbearable pain.  She was a good actress, as he was.  He could spot her subtle change in attitude, the small light in her eyes that seemed to change briefly when she was troubled.

They were more alike than either of them knew, and he couldn't help how but see how beneficial it would be if they could be open to each other and not have to suffer alone anymore.

Not only did he think of her on that emotional side, but he finally noticed just how beautiful she was.  It wasn't just her looks, the long hair that cascaded down her back and ended at her waist, her big brown eyes that was a doorway to her emotions, her little slope of a nose, her small delicate hands or her bright smile and perfect lips that framed it.  It was her voice, her laugh, her walk, the way she danced.  Everything she did was filled with passion, nothing she performed was ever dull.

Her eyes were full of emotion that seemed to pull him in and drown him, the ferocity of her personality that dragged him in.  It was truly shocking that she didn't see just how charming she was, to not notice her perfection and the things she considered to be flaws that made her even more impeccable.  There was nothing wrong with her in his eyes.

Sif was finding quite a lot of these thoughts entering her mind also.  She couldn't help but think about his eyes, his crooked grin and the mischevious aura he let off.  She was drawn to him like a moth to light, a bee to a flower.  Now that she had expirienced it, she couldn't imagine living without it.  Sif was usually a law abiding citizen of Asgard who would do nothing to harm her reputation but Loki made her feel rebelious, unruly even.  She would look at him and see the other side of herself, the side she kept hidden away.  The wild side of her.  The only time she ever let herself free of control was during battle, the place she knew she could be praised for letting go of the rules she abided by to some extent.

While Loki took a gulp from his drink, he heard the soft voice behind him.  "Loki."  As he turned, lips came violently crashing to his, hands wrapping themselves in his hair.  That's when he noticed something was off.  Her hair did not smell like strawberries, her voice wasn't as light, and her lips seemed too rough.

This was not Sif.  He tried pulling away from the unknown woman, frantically trying to unlock their lips.

That's when his gut dropped.  "Loki...?"  Sif's voice.  He pushed the woman to the floor just to see the pain in Sif's eyes, the distrust that flew up again, the regret and betrayal.

"Sif, this is not what it appears to be!"  He choked out as he got up to comfort her and show her the truth.  But it was too late, she had seen the kiss.

"Stop."  She managed to squeak as her wonderful brown eyes brimmed with tears.  "Just don't."  As he outstretched a hand to her she darted out the door, leaving him behind in a whirl of emotions.

All he could feel was anger towards the woman, the wretched hag that had ruined everything.  "You bitch!"  He screamed, slamming his drink to the ground and storming out of the club.  By the time he got outside, she was nowhere to be seen.  Sif had run off.

He ran a hand through his hair, pulling on it.  What was worse was the fact that she was in an unfamiliar part of the world with thousands of people and if she didn't rush to the Bifrost, she could end up anywhere.

"No, Sif.  Please."  He moaned into the air, feeling more alone than he ever had surrounded by people.  He had lost the one person that was starting to accept him, that might have grown to like him more than a friend.

He searched the streets all night for his friend, for the one he cared so much for it brought him pain.  And yet, he didn't even catch the slightest clue to her whereabouts.

He couldn't remember ever feeling so crushed and defeated.

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Sif had ran until she thought her lungs would burst, her betrayal fueling her energy.  How could he?  Why would he?  She had been foolish to ever trust his lies, to fall for his stupid act.  She was as thoughtless as a hormonal child, and she hated herself for it.

What she hated the most was the fact that she had been hurt, she allowed herself to feel something for someone.  And what did it end with?  Suffering.  Like it always did when she got close with someone.

"You are such a moron, Sif!"  She scolded herself, collapsing in the dark of an alley.  She put her face to her knees, silent tears streaming down her rosy cheeks.

She found herself trying to despise everything about Loki.  His crooked smile, his emerald eyes, his laugh and his voice.  Everything about him caused her to want to vomit, to rid herself of such impure thoughts.  

She would get her revenge, and she would make sure it tore him apart.  Failure was not an option.  She would ruin him, destroy every inch of his sanity and she would die before she failed.

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It literally killed me writing this!  Let me go crawl in a hole and die until the next update okay.  I'm sorry for being so cruel to you all.  NOT.  You are just going to have to see what happens.

Let me know what you think will happen!!  Looks like Loki ISN'T getting that smooch, eh?

Okay I'm sorry that was mean.

Hehehe, later Asgardians!