He loved her and it was enough. She loved him and it was enough.
He never fell, so the avengers never assembled, the reality stone stayed buried in Svartalfheim, Hela wasn’t set free until Thanos tried to get his hands on the space stone– He fell in love with her on sight and abandoned his mission. With both of them distracted, Ragnarok was pushed forward. Although, because Thor never met Jane, he stayed the immature, so Loki was named heir by his living mother, once their father passed.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Thor (Movies)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Loki/Sif (Marvel)
Characters: Loki (Marvel), Sif (Marvel), Thor (Marvel)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Sif eats like shit
Series: Part 5 of sifki week 2018
Summary:
Food is the ingredient that binds us together.
Loki stands straight quickly, ignoring his brother’s greeting. “It’s you!” he says, pointing to Sif and exclaiming in an accusatory tone. “You’re the reason my mouth always tastes like a day old party!”
Sif stares at him in surprise, pork rind halfway to her mouth. “Uhhh…” She looks between her snack and Loki and back again, before realization sets in. “Oh!” she exclaims, dropping the rind back into the bag. “You’re the reason I always feel like I’m at high tea!”
Loki heard Sif before he saw her. He recognized the sniffling and the shuddering breaths, and even before Loki knew who was making that sound, he recognized the pain in it.
He held his hand to his chest and peeked around the corner.
“Sif?” Loki wasn’t quite sure why he said her name out loud. Maybe he wanted to let her know he was there. Maybe he wanted to be sure that was her actual name, since he wasn’t sure if the crying girl in a pants and tunic was the same girl who usually swept through the banquet hall wearing her dress like a shield.
“Go away!” The girl looked up, dark eyes bright with tears, which were gone with a hard brush of her hand. It was Sif, Loki realized, at the sharpness of her voice. She knew who he was, too, as she came to her feet and bowed her head. “I mean, go away, Your Highness.”
Loki laughed, and he saw Sif’s hand curl into a fist.
“It’s not funny!”
Loki pressed his knuckles to his lips, his laughter fading to a giggle. He tried to be, as his mother told him so many times, the prince she knew he could be. “It’s a little funny,” he said, and rolled his eyes. “You can call me Loki. It’s...okay”
“My father wouldn’t think it’s okay,” Sif said, her fist gripping the edge of her tunic. “He doesn’t like anything I do.”
Loki took a few steps forward, his chin dropping to his neck. He felt his own fingers fumbling at the embroidery on his cuff. “He sounds like my father. He doesn’t like what I do or what I want to do.” He grumbled and crossed his arms across his chest. “Maybe that’s why they like each other.”
Sif frowned. “He has to like what you’re going to do. You’re a prince.” She scrunched up her face. “Do you want to be a prince?”
“Of course,” Loki scoffed. “I’m going to be the best prince. I’m going to be even better than Thor.”
“No you’re not,” Sif said, rolling her eyes.
“If Thor’s so great,” Loki snapped, “why don’t you go cry to him?”
Sif glared at Loki. “I’m already talking to you.” Her face softened. “Besides, you said your father doesn’t like you either. Why doesn’t he like you?”
“Because I want to be a different kind of prince,” Loki said. He felt a strange fluttering in his stomach. Why was he telling Sif this? “I want to fight, but in a different way. A better way.”
“Different how?”
“I’m not telling.” Loki crossed his arms as the flutters stilled his suddenly talkative voice. He mumbled his next words. “It’s a secret.”
He blinked as he felt Sif’s hand on his shoulder.
“You’re touching a prince without asking,” Loki said, trying very hard not to stick his tongue out at her.
“I’m touching a prince who’s being a brat but is the only person I can talk to,” she said, eyes and voice sharp. “I want to be a lady and a warrior. I want a sword and a shield, but my father won’t let me.”
“Then fight anyway, no matter what he says.”
Sif groaned and shook her head. “I’m a lady, not a prince. I can’t just do what I want.”
“Neither can I,” Loki said, shaking off her hand. “I want to do magic but my father just says “what will people think, Loki,” and “they’ll say even more things about you, Loki,” but I don’t care. I’m good at magic and…” He looked down to the floor, his shoulders heaving. “I love it. I don’t want to do anything else.”
“That’s how I feel about fighting,” Sif said, and for a moment neither of them said anything else. They didn’t have to.
“If you were me you could be the one who fights with Thor. He keeps asking me to, but only if I get to use spells and a sword.” Loki wrinkled his brow, trying to ignore the warmth rising in his cheeks. “Why do you want to fight all the time?”
Sif frowned. “Because I want to keep our home safe. Not just if bad people come,” she said. “But to keep them from coming at all.”
Loki felt his ears redden at her words, even if he didn’t know why.. “That’s a good reason,” he said, and he saw the frown start to fade. “You don’t want to deal with Thor and his annoying friends all the time, though.” He paused. “They’re really annoying.”
“If you fought with us, at least I know you’re annoying, and they wouldn’t be so bad,” Sif said, her lips curling into a smile.
“I’m a better kind of annoying,” Loki said, and now it was Sif’s turn to laugh. Loki felt a flutter all the way down to his toes.
He liked the way Sif laughed.
“Maybe I’m annoying, but at least I’m much more clever than Thor.”
Sif looked at him, head tilted. “You’d rather be clever than brave?” But she didn’t ask it all confused like other people did. She asked him like she wanted to know his answer.
“No,” Loki said, and instead of feeling angry at her question, he felt like giggling, and maybe dancing, because he finally had an answer. “No, because all the brave people, like you, and Thor, need someone to be clever, so you don’t do brave and stupid things all the time.” He grinned and took her hand.
To his surprise, she didn’t let go.
“I know who we need to talk to,” he said, tugging at her hand as he started back down the hallway.
“His Majesty?”
Loki just laughed, his hand swinging as his fingers wrapped around Sif’s.
“Nope. His High Annoyingness.”
***
“Brother!”
Loki grumbled as he and Sif stepped into the courtyard. “Unfortunately. But I need you to do something.”
Thor still kept smiling, no matter how much Loki made fun of him. “What is it?”
This wasn’t just for him, Loki thought, as he watched Sif bow her head to Thor. He drew up his shoulders and sighed. “I want you to let me train with you.”
Thor’s smile grew even brighter and he clapped a hand on Loki’s shoulder. “I have been asking you to train with me for so long! Of course!”
“But, I need you to promise me two things,” Loki quickly added, and Thor’s smile started to waver. “First, you have to let me fight how I want.” He took a deep breath. “Even if I don’t use the same weapons as you.”
So, Loki didn’t say magic out loud, but he meant it. If Thor didn’t know what Loki meant, it was his own fault.
“Of course!” Thor grinned. “I think you would do very well with the daggers. What is the other matter?”
“You have to let Sif train with you too.”
Thor’s grin turned into a hearty laugh. “That is very funny, brother.” His laughed sputtered as Loki and Sif didn’t laugh along with him. “Was it supposed to be funny?”
“It was supposed to be serious,” Sif said, stepping up to the prince with more muscles than sense. “You get to fight but you didn’t have to fight to do it.” She grinned at Thor, who still looked confused by the last sentence. “I’ll have to fight to be here, and that will make me strong. And Loki is smart, and clever, and annoying, and that’s probably good when you’re fighting.”
Loki frowned, even if what Sif said was true. But he felt the corners of his lips turn when Thor gave a hearty laugh.
“Well, if the two of you can convince me, I think I’d rather fight with you, not against you.” He clapped Sif on the shoulder, a little more gently. “But I am a hard person to convince.”
Loki groaned. “Really, brother? You’re going to be like this?”
“Let him be like this,” Sif said, shaking off Thor’s hand. “Maybe he should see what it’s like against us.” She nodded to the wall of training weapons, focusing on the sword and shield.
For his part, Loki looked at the daggers. “I think that’s a good idea.”
Thor might be an ignorant blockhead most of the time, but he was right about those.
Loki was determined, and he imagined Sif was even more determined, to prove Thor wrong about everything else.
***
“You didn’t have to actually stab me,” Thor said, pulling the bloody training dagger from his shoulder. “Or hit me in the head so hard,” he added, rubbing at a knot on his temple.
“You said you were hard to convince,” Sif said, looking as tired and triumphant as Loki felt. “I thought you meant your head.”
“You should just stop letting us stab you and hit you right now, so we can stab you and hit you in the head a lot more in the future,” Loki added. “Or we can try and beat you again another five times.”
“Fine, fine,” Thor grumbled, but Loki could see the hint of a smile on his battered face. “I thought you were bad enough by yourself, brother, but with Sif I can’t tell if you’re better or worse when it’s you and Sif.”
Loki looked at Sif. She looked at him, and they burst into barely controlled giggles.
(Sorry if this sucks and for any mistakes I wrote this on my phone)
:
Sif rolled her eyes at her friends. Once again unconsciously searching for Loki in the crowd. She was about to take a final test to become a warrior of Asgard. Something both of the princes had strongly advocated for. She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to see a grinning Loki.
“You made it.” Sif said with an equally wide grin.
“I wouldn’t miss this.” Loki commented.
“What’s in your hand?” She asked taking note of how he was trying to hide something.
“A gift.” Loki said handing her a sword.
“Loki-“ Sif started hesitantly.
“Don’t worry it’s not enchanted or anything. I know you would kill me if it were and besides you wouldn’t need it. I have absolute faith in you.” He said.
“Thank you.” She said after a moment. Sif gently kissed him.
“Now, go show them you are the fiercest warrior in all the nine realms.” Loki said.
“You give me too much credit.” Sif told him.
“You don’t give yourself enough.” Loki said. Sif gave him a hug before checking out the sword. Her eyes widened when blades came out of both ends.
“It is double-bladed.” Sif commented.
“You work best that way.” Loki commented, “Now go.” Sif grinned again and ran off.
Loki joined Thor and the warriors three in their seats to watch Sif prove him right.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, Thor (Movies)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Loki/Sif (Marvel)
Characters: Loki (Marvel), Sif (Marvel)
Additional Tags: Pre-Thor (2011), But also during Thor, Angst, Not Much Shipping, how do I even tag this
Series: Part 3 of Sifki Week 2018
Summary:
"It's a Lucky Stone," Loki declared gravely. "To protect you."
Loki faked his death once again and is happily alive with his mother, Allmother Queen Frigga in Valhalla. Because of his good deeds towards the end of his life, the Norns decided to grant him an afterlife with one of the few persons in the multiverse to actually make him see the good in himself.
Sif is with him in Valhalla. They spend time together as well, loving the heck out of each other and disturbing everyone else with their nightly escapades.
