Love Cannot be Forced, PG, Loki/Sif
Title: Love Cannot Be Forced
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Loki/Sif
Word Count: 1727
Summary: Thor Kink Meme: Filling a Loki/Sif arraigned marriage prompt, and also a prompt that was an audio clip of Tom Hiddleston saying “I will be the first man to kiss you, to bed you. Whether you come willingly or not, you will be mine and mine alone, do you understand?"
Warnings/ Kinks: noncon kissing, occasional fluffy homosexual references (not sure if I'm warning you about the fluff or the gay, there...)
It was late. Far too late for the Allfather to be making important life choices for his sons, considering the amount of mead he had drunk that evening. The fires were burning low, and everyone bedsides Odin and a close friend of his had long ago gone to bed. The table was still littered with bones and scraps of food, dozens of mugs empty in front of him. Thor had toddled out an hour ago to inform his father the baby was screaming, and Odin sent him to wake him mother. Loki had come into their home recently, apparently Frigga had not even realized she was pregnant. Certain people had been told the bare minimum of what they needed to know, and the story had played along seamlessly.
“If I have a son.” began the friend, taking another deep swill of mead. “He will be nearly the same as your younger boy in age. They will be great friends.” he said.
“Indeed. But what if you have a girl child?” Odin teased. “Then perhaps they will fall in love and marry and give us both grandchildren.” They looked at each other for a moment and they both burst into laughter.
The conversation turned serious. Perhaps it would be a good idea, at least to have one of his sons engaged, to know that there would be heirs, and this girl would come from a good family. It was a logical choice, and so the young boy was promised to a girl who had not even been born yet.
It was the stuff of bedtime stories. The beautiful girl marries her prince, before one last glass of water and getting tucked in to bed to drift off to sleep. At least that was how things should go, but not for the young Sif.
“But what if I don't want to have children and raise them and cook and be a princess?”
Her mother smiled patiently and moved the blankets up to Sif's chin. “You will, one day. You're very young now, you have years ahead of you before you are expected to become a wife and mother. Plenty of time to do all the things your little heart drives you toward.”
“I want to be a warrior.” Sif said very seriously. “I cannot fight if I have a child in my womb.”
She was so clever for a child, and her mother smiled, gently petting Sif's head, brushing the hair from her face. “That is true, it would not be safe for the babe. Do not worry on it yet, child.” she placed a kiss on Sif's cheek and stood.
The door closed and Sif heaved a heavy sigh and rolled over in the dark, quickly drifting off.
“You shouldn't allow her such fantasies, being a warrior.” Sif's father said, his eyebrows knitting together. “It's not healthy for a young lady.”
Sif's mother smiled and shook her head, joining her husband in bed. “She's hardly a young lady yet.” she kissed him. “She will grow out of this phase, girls always do.”
“Father's not going to be pleased with you.”
“Father is never pleased with me.”
“Why did you even go in there?” Thor was always much more content to play within the rules than his brother was.
Loki gave a little shrug. “I was curious.” he was always interested in everything around him, constantly exploring and learning. This time he had been caught, and was in the hallway, awaiting another lecture from his father. Thor had joined him, not wanting Loki to have to sit alone in dread of the upcoming punishment.
Thor shook his head. “Curious enough to defy father?” he clicked his tongue a little. Even at such a young age, he thought he always knew better than his baby brother. It was the quality that made him a good leader, even among their little group of friends. “Why did you not simply join me today? We had a grand adventure--” Thor began, keen on telling Loki about exploring the woods with their little group this morning.
“NO!” Loki said, breaking his quiet demeanor for a moment before composing himself. “She was there, I don't like her.”
“The Lady Sif is not as vile as you make her out to be, brother.” Thor said. “She keeps up with us.” he smiled. Even though she was a few years younger than Thor, she ran and leaped and climbed as well as any little boy. Her lithe and mobile little form was an advantage when sticks transformed into swords in their imaginations and she found herself often able to best the boys at their own game.
“She's not even a proper girl.” Loki said bitterly. “You're not the one that has to marry her eventually.”
The door opened and Odin looked down at his son.
Thor clapped his brother on his back and left.
The children who would one day be the closest group of friends in any of the nine realms grew up together. Sif was never close to any of the girls her age, preferring the company of Hogun, Volstagg and Fandral.
"Are you going to kiss Loki when you marry him?" The question was sudden, out of the blue from three branches down on the tree.
"Ewwww." Sif groaned and threw an apple at Fandral's head, it bounced off and went right to Volstagg's hands."No that's gross."
“It's not gross” Fandral objected, fussing with his hair, where the apple had hit it.
A crunch was heard from near the bottom branches as Volstagg bit into an apple. “Is that why you were kissing my sister?”
Sif was eleven, but with Fandral two years her senior, sometimes it felt as if they were worlds apart, as far as interest went. “He did no such thing!” she swung down. “Did you?”
Fandral looked at her with a tiny, embarrassed smile. “I did.”
Sif stuck her tongue out, her face wringing in disgust. “Ewwwwwww.” she groaned out.
“Are you coming up?” came Hogun's almost irritated voice from far above them. “Usually only Volstagg climbs that slow...”
The idea took hold in his mid teens that he could have something Thor would not have. A wife. If Loki could produce heirs, he would be looked upon favorably. He could become the favored son.
Sif was fourteen and beginning to grow into herself. She had a friend, a very dear, close friend that she had begun to have feelings for. Kolla. The young woman was blonde and boyish, and Sif admired her greatly. They attended shows together on a regular basis, spent a great deal of their free time together, and lately Sif had found herself emboldened enough to slip her hand into Kolla's, at first in private, then in public. They nearly kissed, once, but Sif shied away at the last moment. She wasn't ready, and the girl whom she had come to be in some manner of unspoken innocently romantic relationship with understood.
None of this escaped Loki's notice.
He cornered her in a quiet hallway in a public area. He had not seen the face of the boy (or so he assumed) she had been with, only his hand entwined with hers, and Sif's truly happy smile when she had been with him. It threatened him, his plans for using his future wife as leverage to become the apple of his father's eye. "Perhaps you don't understand that you have been promised to me." He said, her belly clenching as she knew she had been caught. She looked down. She was young yet, and didn't possess the strength of character to look him defiantly in the eye as she one day could. His face was dangerously close to hers, a single finger drew her back up to look at him. "I will be the first man to kiss you." He hissed. "To bed you.” he added, his eyes boring holes into her skull, noticing her flinch at the very idea. “Whether you come willingly or not, you will be mine and mine alone." He cupped her chin in his hand, and goosebumps formed on her arms. "Do you understand?"
“Yes.” she whispered, looking him in the eye for only a second before her eyes darted down. Her nerves cried out, begging her to pull away, but shades of stubbornness and a deeply engrained politeness won out.
“Very good.” he said in a calm, even tone, letting her go, but stepping closer to her yet. She looked at his face, fear ringing in every nerve, manifesting in her eyes but not her body. “Do you fear me?” he asked her, a sliver of a smirk on his lips.
“No.”
“Are you afraid I'm going to touch you?”he whispered, to which she didn't respond , but to look down again. Her eye contact or lack thereof spoke volumes. His smirk broadened, and he put a hand on her waist, drawing his other hand up to her face and brushing a stray hair from it. “Would it be so horrible, to touch the woman who will one day be my wife?” he asked, teasing her sinisterly. “To kiss her.” he said, pressing his lips to hers with a dry passion, uncaring and not at all tender, his hands on her like spiders, gripping her waist and her arm.
It felt so wrong. This was nothing like it was with Kolla. For a girl of her young age, Sif was a reasonable person, she didn't have romantic delusions of a perfect first kiss, however this felt wholly wrong and suddenly she wanted to cry, but she bit back on that feeling, and it quickly moved to rage. Rage at how he stole her first kiss in a hallway in the middle of the day with no feeling or romantic attachment. She broke away from him and stormed off with an angry glare, and he stood and smirked, watching her leave.
No matter how many kisses she shared with her girlfriend, it was never the same.
It wasn't until two years later he decided he was ready to wed.
Also on the Thor Kink Meme HERE.