Sif and Loki sparring? maybe something something getting distracted? who knows :D
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“Focus your attention!” Sif snapped after the cocky young prince missed his third block. “Whatever maiden you’ve currently filled your head with, get her out and just do as you’re told.” She kept her tone light — Loki could tell he was angering her just the same.Â
“Who said she was simply a maiden?” he jested, swaying back and forth with his blade. They began another spar, both equal in talent to lead them both to the ground with swords and hearts ringing loudly. Sif wanted him to be better, but he wanted to trap her once and for all.Â
Allowing her to trap him to the ground, he gave her his wickedest smile. “Oh,” he said musically, “there you go. You’ve won. Claim your prize.”
Sif was staring. She had to close her eyes and let out a deep, long sigh. She sat back on his thighs. She set her sword back in its scabbard while she was at it. “Loki, please, we really must —” She stopped, looking anywhere but him.
“Am I distracting you? You know, all I’ve ever wanted was your attention, my lady, so this is a real honor.” He sat up. She fell further onto him, breathing heavily. He held her shoulders, her arms, smirking at the reaction from the shieldmaiden. Their noses were so close together.
“Sarcasm is not a good look!” she scolded, keeping her eyes away from his face. Loki pulled her farther onto his lap. “I don’t appreciate this mockery from you… This is… Stop!” She made no attempt to move away, but he halted his efforts just the same. She was breathing heavily.
“Mockery? My dear, you know me better than that. How could this be a mockery when all I’ve ever been is sincere?” He arched a brow. “Do you believe me to be so fickle with my lovers?” The small confession left his ribcage on fire. Apprehension filled him. Sif didn’t seem fazed in the slightest.
“You only have so many for that reason.” She flexed her jaw, staring at the floor now. Her hands had traveled to his chest and rested there. “I refuse to be gossipped about. Your position could destroy mine, and that is truly the last thing I need. It took so long to gain respect… There have been so few shieldmaidens; how could I possibly be given what I’m due when you steal the last I have?”
“I could never steal anything from you,” he whispered, becoming serious. “I only —”
“Then you must stay away from me!” she snapped. “I’m not some waif, Loki.”
“You’re no waif,” he agreed. He cupped her face. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. If you were mine, I’d never let anyone see you as some lowly maiden. You’re a goddess, Sif.”
“I’m not becoming your lover on some empty promise.” She finally met his eyes. “Do you think some flowery words will woo me? I’m no fool.”
“You’re not, darling.” He ran his thumb over her cheek. “I would never let you merely be my lover.”
“What did you have in mind?” She played with a button on his shirt. A shy Lady Sif was not something Loki ever thought he’d see.
He brought her lips to his and kissed her very gently. It took her a moment, but she did kiss him back, allowing her arms to snake behind his neck. It turned from gentle to firm, and from firm to passionate. Breaking away, he answered: “I’d make you my wife, if you’d let me.”
“But your strings of paramours —”
“— Don’t matter. Most of them are liars, anyway.” He helped her stand up. He adjusted her hair for her, then stepped back. “You mustn’t answer right away. Think on it. Give it all your attention.”
“You’re serious?”
“As death.” He smiled. “I’ll go shower, now. Good day, Sif.” He made for the door, smiling to himself.Â
“Loki!” he could hear her call. The delight in her voice just made him that more confident. As he left the training room, he was unable to force the maiden in his head to leave any less than he had been able to, to start.
Just a quick little thing for Christmas. :) :) :) Unbeta’d. Al mistakes are my own.
Thor watched as Loki stood outside the feasting hall on the balcony, hugging close to a pillar and staring up at the stars, watching his breath whirl around him like a wreath.  It was the coldest it had ever been in Asgard this Yule, and it seemed no one was enjoying it like his brother.  It was only a few weeks out from Loki’s official coming-of-age ceremony, and Thor was still getting used to letting Loki be on his own.
He threw a heavy cloak on before stepping out to join him.  “Evening, brother,” Thor smiled, wrapping the cloak tight about his body.  Loki startled for a second before glancing over at Thor.
“Thor,” he greeted, going back to looking up at the stars, blowing the warm air out into the night sky.  “I do not think I’ve seen my breath fog up like this before.”  The smile on his face was bright and whimsical, and warmed Thor’s heart.  There seemed to be fewer pleasures Loki found, lately, but sometimes it was the simplest things that made his brother happy.  Thor blew out his own breath in Loki’s face, listening to him laugh.
“I think there may have been one winter, when you were just a babe, that was this cold.  But it’s a rare thing to experience, unless you travel to some of the other realms.”
“Look,” Loki blew out a breath.  “I can pretend I am a dragon!”  He grinned and took another deep breath, then exhaled and blew it out in a semi-circle.  Thor laughed at his antics.
“Loki, you could easily shapeshift into a real dragon, if you so chose,” Thor smirked, placing a warm hand on the back of Loki’s neck, simply enjoying the light-hearted mood his brother was in.  The younger rolled his eyes and climbed to sit on the edge of the balcony.  His legs dangled over the edge, making Thor nervous.  But Loki was of age, now.  He was an adult, capable of making his own decisions, and he trampled down the urge to tell Loki not to sit on the ledge.
“Sometimes, it is fun to simply pretend, Thor.  Enjoy the marvels of mother nature.”  He let out another long stream of warm air, smiling again as it misted before them.  Thor shook his head and decided to take a chance, climbing over the ledge to sit next to Loki, the two of them blowing smoky breaths into the air.  After a few minutes had lapsed, Loki spoke again.  “It’s so clear tonight,” he murmured, looking up at the sky once again.  Thor looked up, trying to connect with the cold night as Loki was doing and nearly missed his younger brother transforming their smoky breaths into stampeding reindeer that blew back at their faces.
“God Jól, brother,” Thor smiled, putting a hand around Loki’s shoulders and pulling him in close.
“God Jól, Thor.”  Loki snuggled up to him and threw his arms around his waist,  This was Thor’s favorite Yule, to date.
