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Shameless, pointless, utterly gratuitous Loki x Sif smut. If you’re looking for a deep, thoughtful storyline you should probably just keep on scrolling. This is Porn with a hint – a teensy little smidge – of plot, if you squint really hard.
Written at 3am, no beta. Don’t expect miracles here, folks. This is very much a work in progress.

Sif had just finished her bath, still wrapped in her dressing gown and her hair damp and loose down her back, when the knock sounded at the door of her chambers. She wondered who in all of Asgard could be disturbing her this time of the evening, figuring it had to be one of the Warriors Three. No other would dare come around so late. She clutched the robe closer around her and opened the door just a crack, surprised to see one of the royal guard standing there.
“His highness wishes to speak with you immediately,” the guard said, his expression blank and his gaze focused somewhere over her left shoulder.
“Can it not wait until the morning?” Sif asked, letting a little of her irritation show.
“The King was most insistent, my lady,” the guard replied.
She sighed. “Fine. Allow me a moment to change, if you please,” she said, closing the door before he could respond. It took her but a minute to pull on a pair of leggings and a loose tunic, and she paused at the door to slip on her boots before emerging once more from her chamber. She followed the guard down the hallway and past the throne room to Loki’s study, and he gestured at the door before turning and departing as quickly as he could. Sif felt a flicker of uncertainty at his actions, but she shrugged it off and knocked once on the door. At his acknowledgement she opened it and stepped in, letting her gaze adjust to the dim light in the room. “You wished to see me, your highness?”
“Ah, Lady Sif. Do close the door and come in,” Loki said, glancing up from the desk where he sat.
Sif did as he said and moved closer, her hands clasped before her to still the uncharacteristic nervousness that she was suddenly feeling. Something was off here, some instinct telling her that flight would be the wiser choice, but he was the king. If he wanted to talk to her privately there was nothing she could do but obey. He set aside the scroll he was reading and looked up at her, taking in her casual appearance and the unbound mass of hair that spilled over her shoulders, one brow arching in question.
“Forgive me for my appearance, your highness. I am afraid I had not anticipated being called out at this late hour,” Sif said, feeling as if she had to apologize for the way she looked. “Your messenger caught me just out of the bath.”
Something puzzling flickered in Loki’s gaze then but it was gone before she could pin down just what it was. He leaned back in his chair and nodded graciously. “I understand. The hour is quite late, but I had a matter I wished to speak to you about that could not wait.”
“Of course,” Sif replied.
Loki studied her for a brief moment. “It has not escaped my attention that you feel very strongly about Thor being allowed to return home sooner than the Allfather had intended.”
His tone was soft and level but Sif was not fooled - there was a tension in him that belied his words. She tread carefully on her response. “I would never presume to second-guess the Allfather, or you, your highness. I simply wish my friend and fellow warrior back among those who care about him.”
Loki let a smirk play around the corners of his mouth. “Perfectly sound reasoning,” he confirmed. “And thus the reason I called you here. There may be a chance, however slim, that I could see my way to allowing Thor to return home.”
Sif blinked, surprised. “Truly, your highness, that would be…” she trailed off at the look on his face. “At what cost?” she asked bluntly, earning a low chuckle from him.
“Ah, Sif, you were always much sharper than the idiots you chose as your friends.” Loki’s smile widened to a grin. “Surely you must have some notion of what I would ask in return for my good graces.”
Her brows drew down in a fierce scowl. “And what would make you believe for even a moment that I might be interested in the sort of arrangement that you are suggesting?”
He shrugged eloquently. “It all depends on how badly you want your precious Thor back.”
“He is your brother, Loki,” she said, taking a step forward and looking at him earnestly.
“No, he is not,” Loki hissed through his teeth, his expression momentarily frightening her more than she cared to admit. Then it smoothed once more and he smiled at her, though it was a sharp, unpleasant thing to behold. “But I would allow the great oaf to return home in exchange for one small thing.”
Sif drew a shaky breath. “And that one thing?”
He leaned forward then, his elbows on the desk before him and his fingers steepled in front of his face. “The crown was always to be his. Truth be told, I never wanted it. However, I always knew that you harbored secret feelings for him,” he informed her, raising one finger when she would have argued with him. “Never attempt to deceive a deceiver, Sif. You always looked upon Thor with favor. It would bring me great pleasure to take that from him, to take…you, my lady.”
“You are mad,” she whispered, her eyes wide as she stared at him.
“Be that as it may,” he said, spreading his hands in a careless gesture, “these are the terms of my bargain. I will allow Thor to return from Midgard alive and restore his place to him, abdicating the throne permanently. In exchange, you will come to my bed willingly, and there remain to do with as I will, until such time as I tire of you or until Thor can be found and brought home.”
Sif felt the universe spinning out of control, her stomach knotted and her mouth dry as she looked at the lunatic sitting before her. She thought once upon a time that they had been friends, that she knew him, but she was horrified at how wrong she really was. He was a monster. She debated her options for a moment, but no matter how she looked at it, it seemed the only way to get rid of him was for her to give herself to him without hesitation, without pride. Could she do that in order to see Thor brought back to his place, to see Loki cast out for his actions? She met his gaze then, seeing past the bitterness and arrogance to the man beneath, the faintest flicker of longing in his eyes that had nothing to do with power or indeed, anything at all. It puzzled her, but she pushed it aside and nodded once, her jaw clenched tightly.
“I accept your terms, your highness,” she replied, her voice low and rough.
Loki almost seemed surprised for a moment, but he hid it well. “A wise decision,” he said, his eyes darkening as he looked at her. “Now, how shall we seal our bargain, my lady?”
Sif bit the inside of her lip and tried to keep her nerves in check as he let his gaze slip down her body. “A handshake?” she suggested hopefully.
Loki chuckled at her response. “Oh, nothing so impersonal as all that,” he countered. “Come here.” She hesitated for only a heartbeat, but it was enough to make him raise a brow at her. “A word of warning, Sif. If I feel you are not holding up your end of the bargain I will consider it void and your precious Thor will never see Asgard again.”
She nodded curtly and walked around the desk, stopping beside him and waiting for him to tell her what he wanted. She was startled when he turned his chair and pointed down.
“On your knees.”
She lowered herself to the floor between his legs, her cheeks flaming with humiliation over being subjugated so. But her embarrassment was forgotten when he leaned forward and tipped her chin up, looking in her eyes for just a moment before he brushed his lips against hers in a feather-light kiss. It was so unexpectedly gentle that she was caught off-guard for a moment, her breath catching and her eyes closing almost against her will. He repeated the motion, this time lingering a bit more, his mouth demanding a response from hers as his free hand slipped around the back of her head and he buried his fingers in her hair. Sif held herself very still, feeling the subtle friction of his lips against hers as he deepened the kiss, her heart hammering in her chest. He was really far too good at this, she thought absently.
Then she felt the tip of his tongue flick against her upper lip and she shivered in spite of herself, opening to him and allowing him to take the kiss even deeper. She was leaning forward now, unconsciously seeking more, and her hands moved up to rest on his thighs to keep herself from overbalancing. And when his tongue sought entrance to her mouth and touched hers, she angled her head to give him better access, cursing herself even as she did it. She had to give in, that was part of his terms, but she didn’t have to make it so easy for him to break her.
The great warrior Sif, brought low by a traitor’s kiss.
Loki drew back then and she stifled the little shiver of disappointment, steeling her resolve as he looked down at her, his pupils dilated. “Beautiful Sif…” he murmured. “Rise.”
She got off her knees, grateful to be able to stand up. But that thought stalled when he took her by the hips and drew her down to sit across his lap, and her hands moved up to his shoulders instinctively to steady herself. She found herself leaning into him, her chest pressed against his, and she barely stifled a gasp at the intimacy of the position. He slid one hand around behind her to support her back while the other moved across her legs, effectively holding her in place, and Sif looked at him with wide eyes.
“Kiss me,” he said, his voice soft as velvet. Sif leaned closer and pressed her lips to his almost mechanically, her nervousness taking its toll on her. Loki broke the kiss and gave her a crooked little smile that did nothing to help her nerves at all before he closed the space between them once more and claimed her mouth with his.
This wasn’t like the last kiss. This was possessive, hungry, he wasn’t so much kissing her as devouring her, and Sif found herself gripping the fabric of his tunic as she struggled to maintain her composure. He nipped at her bottom lip and then soothed it with his tongue, and then set about exploring her mouth thoroughly until she was trembling and breathless in his arms. Then his lips moved along her jaw, trailing little kisses and flicks of his tongue against the tender skin beneath her ear, and her head fell back to allow him better access without her even realizing it. He nibbled at her collarbone and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the hollow of her throat, and Sif couldn’t help the shiver that went through her, knowing he had to have felt it too.
He drew back and looked at her, and Sif half expected a mocking expression or some comment about her easy capitulation, but instead she only saw a very real, very raw hunger that took her breath away.
“I will not hurt you, Sif. I know you think me a monster,” he said, and she was struck by the sadness that she could see in his eyes, the loneliness that he usually hid beneath a mask of sneering contempt. “And perhaps I am, but you need never fear me.”
She drew a shaky breath and nodded slowly, acknowledging his statement. Then, for whatever reason – she chose not to scrutinize it too closely – she brought up one hand and touched his mouth gently, her fingertips trailing across his lips before she leaned down and kissed him once more, voluntarily. He shuddered beneath her, his hand tightening on her leg as she parted her lips and sought entrance to his mouth. He groaned softly when she touched the tip of her tongue to his, giving him this small thing in exchange for the kindness he’d shown her so far. Their bargain was struck, there was nothing forcing him to be so gentle with her, but he was. A little kiss was nothing in the grand scheme of things.
In the middle of that little kiss, though, she felt his hand move up her thigh to her waist, his thumb brushing the underside of her breast through the light fabric of her tunic. It was unexpected, and she gasped against his lips, breaking the kiss. He met her gaze as his hand came up and covered her breast, touching her through her clothing while his eyes were locked with hers. It was painfully intimate, but Sif found herself unable to look away as he trailed his fingers across the upper curve and let his thumb brush over her nipple, which tightened at the contact. She drew a shaky breath but didn’t protest, and he repeated the motion more firmly, dragging his thumb and the fabric across the sensitive peak.
Sif couldn’t help the low groan that escaped her, the sensations she was enduring were too much for her to keep in any longer, and she blushed at her loss of control, looking away as her body betrayed her. But he gave her no quarter, turning her face back toward his, making her look at him as he massaged her breast and rolled the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and Sif gasped and unconsciously pressed against his hand, a familiar need growing in her belly that she just couldn’t ignore any longer.
Loki leaned closer and kissed her once before moving back and pulling his hands away. She let herself be guided as he turned her on his lap so that her back was to his chest, pushing her down so that her head came to rest on his shoulder. She puzzled for a moment over his actions before he brought both hands up to her breasts, his teeth nipping at her earlobe at the same time. She whimpered, helpless as he teased and caressed the sensitive flesh through her tunic, her heartbeat thundering in her ears in harmony with the rasping breath of the man whose hands were driving her mad.
When he slid those long, slender fingers of his under her tunic she stiffened for a moment, her breath clogging in her lungs as he cupped her breasts again, this time without the barrier of fabric between them. She allowed a little rumble of pleasure to escape her and he brushed his lips over the outer shell of her ear.
“Do you like that? Do you enjoy my hands on you, even though you know you should not?” he growled, his voice making her shudder and moan. “I want to make you burn, Sif. I want to turn you inside out with pleasure. And when you break I want to put you back together again.”
She was almost beside herself now, her body completely under his domain, and when he moved one hand down to the laces of her leggings she didn’t have it in her to offer up any resistance. He slipped his hand inside and let his fingers trail over the wet heat at her core, one fingertip just brushing her clit as he spread her legs apart. She moaned, her eyes closed, focused on the pleasure of his touch. Loki slid one finger inside of her as his thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing little circles as his other hand teased her nipple, and Sif arched up to his hands, her body seeking the source of her pleasure unconsciously.
“Do you know how long I have wanted to do this? To touch you, to feel you against me?” he murmured, feeling her shake her head in response. “Years. Lifetimes. Longer than you can imagine.”
She whimpered softly, her breath coming in little pants and gasps. “I did not know…” she whispered, and he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the side of her temple. “Loki…”
“I am going to make you scream for me, Sif.” He added another finger to the one sliding in and out of her body and she bit her lip to keep herself quiet, her hands moving down to his thighs to clutch at him while he pushed her further still. “I want to taste you, and when you have come for me so beautifully, I am going to fuck you.”
His words, combined with the spell that his fingers were weaving between her legs, was too much for her. Sif cried out and drove her hips against his touch, her body taut as a bowstring as she came apart in his hands. He held her as she broke, easing her back to reality gently, his fingers slipping out of her leggings and up to his mouth, and she watched with heavy-lidded eyes as he proceeded to lick her juices off of his fingers. She quivered in his arms, desire sparked once more by the pure unadulterated lust on his face, and he guided her to her feet and turned her around before he stood up with her. Then, with one sweep of his arm behind her all of his papers and books were pushed off of the desk. She blinked, surprised.
“I find I have not the patience required to find my bed at this moment,” he explained as he drew her tunic up and over her head. Sif blushed as he looked at her, feeling embarrassed but also still so hungry, and when he trailed one fingertip along the outer curve of her right breast she shivered. “I have never seen anything so stunning in my life,” he said. His voice was rough, not the usual smooth tones, and she realized he was not unaffected by her.
Loki bent down and took one nipple in his mouth, and Sif brought a hand up to the back of his head instinctively, her fingers threading into the soft hair there. He suckled and licked at the taut peak, flicking his tongue rapidly until she was near mindless with pleasure, and then he moved to the other side and repeated the sweet torture. His hands were busy also, unlacing her leggings and pushing them down past her hips, and when he released her nipple he bent to pull off her boots. She braced herself on his shoulder while he removed her leggings completely and then he was laying her back on the desk. He bent down and pressed a kiss to the flat of her stomach and met her gaze as he dropped to his knees, drawing her thighs up to rest on his shoulders. Then he tugged her closer to the edge and leaned in to kiss her in the most intimate way she’d ever been kissed before.
He was thorough in his exploration, finding the places that made her whimper and moan, the touches that had her writhing against him, and when he finally bent his head and drove his tongue within her as far as he could she grasped at his hands, clenching them tightly. But it wasn’t until he closed his lips over her clit and sucked while his tongue flicked at the tender little bud that she finally screamed his name, her body thrashing almost uncontrollably as he held her hips down with their joined hands.
Sif couldn’t remember ever feeling so…much, all at one time. Pleasure - overwhelming, staggering pleasure - combined with embarrassment and more than a little sheer animal lust, but to her surprise nowhere in there was the general feeling of distrust or the hatred she’d been trying for since they’d struck this little bargain. He’d manipulated her, yes, but his words when he was touching her earlier had given her a great deal of insight into why he had done what he did. He had confessed to having wanted her for so long, and he had figured out a way to get what he wanted. She had agreed to it willingly so it wasn’t as if he was guilty of taking something she didn’t agree to give…it was complicated and she was in no fit mental state to figure it out, so she pushed it aside and focused on the pleasure he was wringing from her body.
Loki rose to his feet and looked down at her, sprawled wantonly on his desk, and gave her an evil grin as she reached for him. “More?” he asked, knowing they were nowhere near finished yet. He’d put off his own pleasure long enough, and she was already more than ready enough for what came next. Sif looked up at him with dark eyes, her hair spread out behind her, and he paused for a moment to trace her lower lip with his thumb before he let his hand trail down between her breasts and across her stomach, his other hand unbuckling his breeches. She reached for him, intending to pull his tunic off, but he stilled her hands before she could make any progress.
“Loki,” she murmured, puzzled.
“Not now, love,” he replied, instead guiding her hands down to where his breeches were opened. Sif’s breath caught in her chest as she wrapped one hand around his cock, the straining length of it hard as granite against her palm. When she gave him a few firm strokes his head fell back, his groan a low rumble of sound that she felt as much as heard.
It only took a few more strokes to push him to the edge of his control, and when he grasped her hips and pulled her closer to him she guided him into her body, the heat and friction making her gasp as he filled her slowly. He was in no hurry as he lost himself in her, inch by inch claiming her wet heat, and Sif arched her hips up to meet his as he sheathed himself completely in her body. It was exquisite, the sensations overwhelming her, and when he stopped for a moment – still buried to the hilt within her – he looked down at her with such desperate longing that it took her breath away.
Sif wrapped her legs around his waist and drew him down to her, kissing him with everything she had in her as he drew back and thrust into her again. She clutched at his back, his shoulders, anything she could reach, and he slid his arms under her and pulled her up so that she was sitting on the edge of the desk, her arms going around his neck as he drove into her, his rhythm slow but demanding. Her head fell back and his mouth sought the hollow of her throat, his tongue playing over the sensitive skin there as he moved against her once more.
Then he pushed her back down, and Sif looked up to see him biting his lower lip, strain showing on his face as he grasped her hips and thrust a little harder than before. She arched up to meet him, taking him deeper still, and he gasped, his hips jerking against hers. The slow and steady rhythm he’d set was giving way to something hard and fast and deep, and Sif reached up and grasped his arms as he surged into her, her body twisting and pulsing with each hard thrust. And when he reached down between their bodies and his thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing tiny circles, she arched her back and cried out, her body convulsing with the shocking, piercing pleasure that rocketed through her.
The feel of her clenching around him was too much for Loki to bear, his control already nearly at the breaking point, and with a shuddering groan he followed her over the edge.
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