The Thorn in His Side (слэш)

Earlier that morning, Loki had cast a spell of silence over Thor’s room at the inn, and they had kissed until their mouths were swollen, fucked until Loki’s throat was raw with voiceless cries.
“What is on your mind, Loki,” Sif asked him, challenge in the tilt of her jaw, the glint of her eyes.
“Dragons.” Loki gave her a false smile. “On yours?”
“Traitors.”
“Does that work often? Do people confess to absurd crimes after you throw wild accusations at them?”
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In which Sif is in (almost) every scene when Loki would have preferred her to be in none.