Loki: Storm of Swords

Chapter 13 - Asgardians vs. Westerosi

Sif was not very happy that Daahrio Naharis seemed to be glued to her side for the remainder of the afternoon. He was cheeky, an alpha male in every sense of the words, and his constant hinting to their fling of the previous evening was irritating. She wanted nothing more than to throw him into a wall and break his neck. "So, Lady Sif..." Oberyn said as they all walked through the gardens of the Red Keep, "what's this I hear about you having a momentary affair with our Hand?" Sif stiffened visibly and several faces turned to her. The Warriors Three already knew that Sif had engaged in sexual relations with Loki at one point, and the affair had lasted a couple of weeks. Then, she had publically humiliated him in the training yard, and Loki had lashed out by cutting her hair and making it grow back black.

"What makes you say that?" she queried in as calm a voice as she could. Oberyn snorted dryly and glanced at Lord Varys. The Master of Whispers smiled and slid his arms up his sleeves.

"He has made comments when in a foul mood, and we listen and glean information from his snarky remarks," Lord Varys responded. "His pride was injured, Lady Sif. Wouldn't you still be sensitive?" Sif had to restrain the urge to run her fingers through her hair, the proof of Loki's retaliation for her comments about his bedroom activities. It had been uncalled for, but, he had angered her so. The exact details of the argument that led to her declaration in the training yard were not to be discussed, least of all with these people. Only she and Loki knew the details and she wanted to keep it that way.

"We are two consenting adults, and we had some fun between the sheets. I am not ashamed," Sif finally said and Oberyn snorted as he allowed himself to be distracted by the beauty of a rose bush.

"You know what I think?" he queried.

"Not particularly," Sif retorted and Oberyn grinned.

"You were a Day Lily. We all know Day Lily's bloom and wilt with the cycle of the sun," Oberyn said as he examined such a flower as it blossomed beside the rose bush. "But, Loki wanted a rose. Roses are strong, resilient flowers and some have even been known to survive the frost. Loki found a rose, exposed it to the frost, and it survived." Sif walked around and faced Oberyn Martell. The Red Viper glanced at her and showed her the crushed Day Lily in his one hand. She also saw that he was cradling a beautiful red rose in the other. Sif glared at him and suddenly a dagger was drawn and placed at his throat.

"You insinuate too much, sir," Sif told him and Oberyn grinned. Sif suddenly felt something get wrapped around her neck and yank her head back. Fandral, Volstagg, and Hogun sprang into action, but they were each tag teamed by a young woman. Fandral got a young woman with long, brown hair and a delicate rapier in her hand. She was wearing a vest with a direwolf on it, so he figured that she was a representative of House Stark. Hogun got to battle a girl with a spear and a fierce some expression. Volstagg had to jump in order to not be gutted by a petite little creature with deadly twin daggers. The rest of the Westerosi watched with a mixture of amusement and excitement.

Sif found herself facing a serious looking girl retracting a whip, and preparing to release it again. It cracked out and Sif was quick enough to dodge it. The end snapped right by her nose and was pulled back. The young woman then drew it in and closed her grip on so that she might use it as a method of strangulation. Sif used her sword to block and was surprised when the whip was not immediately sliced through by her weapon. She did see a ripple of green and she wondered if that was magic. Of course, that was before the girl wrapped it around her neck and pulled her in close.

Fandral was desperately parrying against the swift attacks from the quick slashing brunette. She seemed to be aiming for all his key locations: elbow joints, behind his knees, wrists, and even his neck. He finally closed the distance between them and stole a passionate kiss from her soft lips. "Bastard!" she hissed and she lashed out with her rapier, taking off several strands of hair off the end of his fancy mustache. Fandral had heard of fury in a woman's scorn, but in all his years, he had never seen it turn quite so deadly. The girl was now a spitfire, and her expression was one of anger.