Thor was ready for a celebration, as was everyone else. Everyone except for Loki. Odin, the king of Asgard, had just given the news that Thor was to take up the throne in a few months' time.
Loki bitterly cursed his brother. He didn't want the throne, but he wanted his father's favor. He knew that even though his father had implied that both of them had an equal chance, he was lying. He had always intended to give the throne to Thor because Thor was handsome and strong. Loki, who was considerably less well built than his brother, didn't have the aspects needed to be a king.
He thought that was rubbish. A king didn't have to be strong in body, but in mind and Loki's mind was far more developed than Thor's.
Not only that, but he was a well trained warrior.
"Thor is all brawn and no brains," he muttered darkly. "Oh, well, Asgard's loss. Of course, I want to mess this up. They don't call me the God of Mischief for nothing, now do they?"
"Loki, brother, where are you?" Came Thor's booming voice. "Here you are! Come! We are to celebrate!"
Loki looked at his brother, his eyes were cold, and he wanted Thor to know just how much he loathed him. Thor did not notice his glare, and he only continued to smile until Loki smiled back and nodded. "Alright, let's go."
Everyone was in the main room, all around the large table covered with plates of various succulent dishes.
Volstagg, who was known for his large appetite, was staring at the food with longing in his eyes.
Everyone was congratulating Thor, patting him on the back or pulling him into embraces.
Loki rolled his eyes as Thor laughed loudly and strutted around the room as if he were already the king.
"Let us feast!" Odin roared over the crowd.
Volstagg immediately grabbed a plate and began to fill it up with every type of food he could get his hands on.
"Loki, come sit with us over here," Thor said, nodding towards the table reserved for him, the Warriors Three, Lady Sif, and the king and queen.
Loki shrugged; he had to sit with him because he was his brother.
They sat down with their plates of food.
"Congratulations, once again, my son," Odin said, beaming at Thor.
Thor, who already had food in his mouth, just smiled. He swallowed his food and said, "thank you, Father. I will not let you down!"
"Just think," Sif said. "In a few months, we will have the ceremony, and you will be king! It'll go by so fast!"
"Yes, it will," Loki muttered.
"We are very sorry that you will not be our king, Loki," their mother, Frigg said, smiling at him.
"Oh, don't be sorry. When it came down to what really mattered, Thor obviously bested me." It was hard to keep the sarcasm out of his voice.
Frigg and Odin exchanged glances, but thought nothing of it. After all, it was normal for Loki to be a bit jealous of Thor. They had no idea that this jealously would bloom into something much more than that.
"Have some wine, brother," Thor said, putting a glass of wine under Loki's nose.
"No, thank you."
"Oh, come on; it's a celebration."
Loki grabbed the glass out of his hand and downed it one gulp.
Thor whistled impressively and poured him another glass.
"You might want to take it easy on that stuff," Sif suggested as Loki drank the second glass without hesitation.
"Hey, it's a celebration, right?" He asked her. "So, don't tell me not to drink."
"I never said that," she snapped. "I only said…"
"I know what you said," he interrupted. "Just don't say anything, okay?"
"Who do you think you are?" She asked.
"Hey, hey, calm down," Fandral said. "The wine's just getting to his head a bit."
Sif scoffed and flipped her hair. She got her own glass of wine and drank it.
Throughout the night, Loki and Sif were drinking enormous amounts of wine. Loki was drinking because of the bitter jealousy coursing through his veins; Sif was drinking partly because she was angry with Loki and partly because she wanted to help celebrate the good news.
"I don't know who drank more," Fandral commented. "Loki or Sif."
"I'd say they're tied," Hogun murmured.
"At least they're having fun!" Thor exclaimed.
"I'm going to bed," Sif said after finishing her last glass. She threw the glass to Volstagg, who had to dive to catch it before it smashed to the floor. "Thanks for a lot of fun, Thor."
"Good night," Thor said, catching her as she tumbled slightly. "Maybe I should take you to bed."
"No, no; I'm fine," Sif said, brushing her hand at him. "Thanks for the offer."
Thor was doubtful, but he knew she wouldn't forgive him if he helped her when she told him she didn't any help. It was rare that she was going to remember this tomorrow, but he let her go.
Sif walked through the hallways to her chambers and fell against the wall outside it.
"What are you doing?" Loki asked; he was swaying on the spot as if he was going to pass out any minute.
"I'm going to bed," she said, pointing to the doors.
"These are my chambers," he said.
"Oh…" she blushed slightly.
He laughed. "I guess being drunk makes you a bit dumb, doesn't it?"
"Well, if you weren't dumb you'd be at your chamber door and not mine." He smirked.
"You are the biggest jerk I've ever had the misfortune to meet!" She yelled, stepping towards him, trying to keep her balance. "You think just because you're the son of Odin, you can act all high and mighty?"
"Why not? Thor does."
"He does, but he doesn't look down upon others as you do!"
"Just please stop talking. You're giving me more of a headache."
"I'm this close to punching you, Loki," she threatened through gritted teeth.
"Do it, I dare you," he muttered.
Sif glared at him and just as her fist was about to make contact with his stomach, he caught her wrist.
He glared at her for a few moments until, out of nowhere, their lips met in a passionate kiss.
Still keeping his hold on her, Loki opened the doors to his chambers and led her inside.
He picked her up and hovered over on the bed, where his lips trailed her neckline.
"This isn't right," she said in a breathy voice.
"Nothing in this world is right," he told her, pulling off her hair tie and letting her hair fall over her shoulders like a cascade of black silk.
Her hands caressed his cheeks and she kissed him again.
His hands ran through her long, black silky hair.
"You are beautiful. More beautiful than any of the maidens here."
"I won't be a maiden for long."
He grinned mischievously, and their lips were conjoined once more.
Author's note: this fanfiction was inspired by Greyseas on Deviantart.