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het_reccersFandom Category: Thor
Pairing: Sif/Loki, Jane/Thor
Fic Title: Proud-Eyed and Prodigal
Author: Araine
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/202551
Rating/Warning(s): teen and up
Genre: post-movie, general romance
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: A post-movie fic that explores the idea of Loki returning to his home, genuinely repentant, and how that changes the dynamic between Sif and Loki. Jane/Thor is in the background, but their little bit is just as adorable as it was in the movies. It's a lovely look at Sif, especially - her stubborness and caution, mixed in with her old longings. Wonderful read!
Sif found Loki later, leaning on a balcony rail and glazing down at the repairs to the Bifröst far below. It still glittered in all colors of the spectrum, but there was no longer a gateway to the other realms at the end. From here Sif with her sharp eyes could just make out Heimdall, a tiny figure at the edge.
She would have passed him without comment, but Loki suddenly spoke her name.
Sif halted. Her eyes flickered over his form, finally halting on his elbows bent and resting against the rail.
“That is all my fault,” Loki said.
“Yes,” Sif said. “It is.” The look of raw pain in Loki’s eyes made Sif’s chest ache, but she refused to heed it. Loki was the liar, not her. “What did you want?” she asked, instead.
He turned his green eyes upon her, and the ache worsened with sudden and traitorous longing for him.
“Join me?” he entreated.
Sif said no word, only slowly leaned on the rail beside Loki. He said nothing, either. His eyes flickered over the view below. Sif wondered what he might be thinking, in that head where thoughts existed both fleeting and deep. She could not remember a day when she had to hesitate to ask him.
“Say something,” Sif said. “Or I’m going to leave.”
His eyes flickered with mirth. “Idleness was never your forte,” Loki said.
Sif exhaled her annoyance quickly. “Nor yours,” she said. “I hardly recall a time you weren’t laughing behind your hands at some scheme.”
“Yes,” Loki said. “Up here on the balcony with nobody around, I’m sure I would have found plenty of things to occupy my time.” His eyes slowly climbed from the bend in her knees until they met hers, reflecting his rakish smile.
Sif stilled. Loki’s casual and carefree smile remained, but there was a cautious pinch to the corners of his eyes. Sif licked her lips and looked at the railing. The distance between their pinkies was nothing more than a few inches. Even from that far, she could somehow feel the heat of his body.
She would not cross that distance for all the heat of Muspell.
“It’s been a long time since you stole kisses in alcoves,” Sif said. She pushed off from the railing and walked away.
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Pairing: Sif/Loki, Jane/Thor
Fic Title: Proud-Eyed and Prodigal
Author: Araine
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/202551
Rating/Warning(s): teen and up
Genre: post-movie, general romance
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: A post-movie fic that explores the idea of Loki returning to his home, genuinely repentant, and how that changes the dynamic between Sif and Loki. Jane/Thor is in the background, but their little bit is just as adorable as it was in the movies. It's a lovely look at Sif, especially - her stubborness and caution, mixed in with her old longings. Wonderful read!
Sif found Loki later, leaning on a balcony rail and glazing down at the repairs to the Bifröst far below. It still glittered in all colors of the spectrum, but there was no longer a gateway to the other realms at the end. From here Sif with her sharp eyes could just make out Heimdall, a tiny figure at the edge.
She would have passed him without comment, but Loki suddenly spoke her name.
Sif halted. Her eyes flickered over his form, finally halting on his elbows bent and resting against the rail.
“That is all my fault,” Loki said.
“Yes,” Sif said. “It is.” The look of raw pain in Loki’s eyes made Sif’s chest ache, but she refused to heed it. Loki was the liar, not her. “What did you want?” she asked, instead.
He turned his green eyes upon her, and the ache worsened with sudden and traitorous longing for him.
“Join me?” he entreated.
Sif said no word, only slowly leaned on the rail beside Loki. He said nothing, either. His eyes flickered over the view below. Sif wondered what he might be thinking, in that head where thoughts existed both fleeting and deep. She could not remember a day when she had to hesitate to ask him.
“Say something,” Sif said. “Or I’m going to leave.”
His eyes flickered with mirth. “Idleness was never your forte,” Loki said.
Sif exhaled her annoyance quickly. “Nor yours,” she said. “I hardly recall a time you weren’t laughing behind your hands at some scheme.”
“Yes,” Loki said. “Up here on the balcony with nobody around, I’m sure I would have found plenty of things to occupy my time.” His eyes slowly climbed from the bend in her knees until they met hers, reflecting his rakish smile.
Sif stilled. Loki’s casual and carefree smile remained, but there was a cautious pinch to the corners of his eyes. Sif licked her lips and looked at the railing. The distance between their pinkies was nothing more than a few inches. Even from that far, she could somehow feel the heat of his body.
She would not cross that distance for all the heat of Muspell.
“It’s been a long time since you stole kisses in alcoves,” Sif said. She pushed off from the railing and walked away.
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