The Story of a Thor

So torrid!

The boy-god, Thor, walks away, out from under the guardianship of his ever-mocking companion, Loki. There is a girl - a woman, perhaps, or nearly so - for whom he feels affection greater than any other. He has felt this way for others, and will again; but in the moment, she is the only one for whom he will feel such a confusing broil of emotions. Her name is Sif, and her laugh is golden and light.

From across the room, Loki looks on. He laughs, watching the two speak. Their eyes meet; a flame kindles, a flame of passion. There is something between them; some terrible alchemy, some thing of the magic which exists between men and women - so rarely! - a precious jewel in a night of abstinence and despair.

Loki resolved to destroy it.

Grinning, he advanced upon Sif, even as Thor left her, looking curiously about to find where Loki had gone. Sif did not see through to Loki's true nature, for he was adept at disguise, and showed not those horns which protruded from his head; instead he spoke to her with kind words, in the manner of a gentleman, and swept her off her feet with sweet nothings and false promises. Thor was forgotten; Loki assumed his place in her heart. And they as they left together, Thor still not knowing the disaster which had befallen him at the hands of his best friend, Loki cackled with glee.

To Be Continued!

(Not.)