“I suppose I might’ve hit you too hard...”
“You hit me as hard as you had to in order to win.”
“Yes, but I did not have to knock you out in order to win.”
A begrudging smile tugged at Loki’s lips, something charming in contrast with the great swollen lump above his left eye. Abed in the palace’s healing chamber, he awaited the healers’ salve to soothe the bump away. It brought him some comfort that he was not shown the injury in a mirror, but even more that Sif sat at his bedside.
“Suffering though I am, it has been worth it,” he stated. Some of his confidence faded as he continued. “I hope this has been worth it for you too.”
Sif smiled in turn. However, before speaking, she looked around to make sure none of the healers remained in earshot. “Sly and silvertongued as you are, you’ve been more sincere with me than any other man has. And you have not once tried to make your way into my leggings.”
Regardless of their solitude, she leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Perhaps, because of that, I will let you.”
Loki took advantage of her closeness to kiss her, his smile turning to something a little more wicked.