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Sif's eyes widened the moment she clearly saw the person above her.
For a split second, disbelief froze her thoughts. Her body reacted instinctively, but her mind lagged behind, struggling to accept what she was seeing.
It was him.
The man she should never have seen here.
Jack.
Her gaze locked onto his face, her pupils trembling slightly. She could not believe it—she had not sensed him at all. Not even the slightest presence. That alone made her heart sink.
But she did not scream.
Instead, she forced herself to calm down.
Years of battle experience kicked in. Panic would only make things worse. Even if her heart was beating faster, she suppressed it, locking her emotions down as tightly as she could.
"It's you… how did you appear in Asgard?"
Her voice was cold, but there was tension beneath it.
At the same time, both her hands struck forward violently, aiming straight at Jack.
Jack only smiled.
A slow, mocking smile.
Before her attack could even land, his hands moved faster. He caught her wrists effortlessly and pressed them down against the bed.
Sif's body tensed immediately.
She struggled.
But—
It didn't work.
No matter how much strength she used, she couldn't move him even slightly.
Jack leaned closer, his tone casual, almost amused.
"Save your strength," he said lightly. "It's useless. Just behave and stay still."
"Hateful…"
Sif gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with anger.
"How did you come to Asgard?"
Jack chuckled softly.
"That?" he said. "Naturally… it's thanks to you. You brought me here."
Sif froze for a moment.
"That's impossible. How could I bring you back to Asgard?"
Jack's smile deepened.
"It really was you. Don't you remember?" he said slowly. "Your sword."
Sif's gaze instantly shifted.
She looked toward the bed—
The sword was gone.
Her expression changed.
"…The sword… was that you?"
Jack nodded slightly.
"Finally figured it out."
He leaned even closer.
"So yes… you brought me here. Sif… you're quite helpful."
"Hateful!"
Sif's mind connected everything in an instant.
The strange feeling earlier.
The unease.
The moment in the bath—
Her face stiffened.
"The bathing pool…"
Her eyes filled with shame and fury at the same time.
"…You saw everything?"
Her voice trembled slightly—not from fear, but from humiliation and rage.
"I'll kill you!"
She struggled violently again.
But Jack's grip remained unshaken.
Jack looked at her calmly, almost admiringly.
"Sif… your figure is really quite good," he said with a grin. "Even someone as picky as me… I approve."
"You—!"
Sif's anger reached its peak.
"I will kill you! I must kill you!"
Jack shrugged slightly, his tone almost innocent.
"You can't blame me," he said. "You took me into the bath yourself. Then you brought me to bed too. I never expected… you'd like me this much."
"You shameless bastard!"
Sif's voice rose sharply.
"I'll tear you to pieces!"
Jack only smiled.
"It's useless," he said calmly. "You're not my opponent."
He leaned closer and blew a soft breath near her ear.
Sif's body trembled slightly.
"Get off me!"
Her voice turned sharper, carrying both anger and something she didn't want to admit—unease.
Jack didn't move.
"Sif," he said slowly, "with a body like yours… how can I just give up?"
He smiled faintly.
"I feel like… many interesting things could happen between us."
"Don't joke with me!"
Sif's eyes burned with fury.
"I only want to dig out your eyes and tear you apart!"
Jack tilted his head slightly.
"You're too excited," he said. "I saw your body, but don't worry—I'll take responsibility. If you don't mind, I can even discuss marriage with your parents."
"You die!"
Sif shouted without hesitation.
"Who wants someone like you to take responsibility?"
Jack's expression shifted slightly, thoughtful.
"You seem to like Thor," he said. "But Thor probably only sees you as a friend."
Sif's gaze sharpened.
"That has nothing to do with you."
"How could it not?" Jack replied casually. "Your matters are my matters. I'm very willing to help you… share your worries."
He paused, then added with a faint smile:
"Oh, right. You can shout all you want. No one will hear you."
Sif's expression changed slightly.
"What did you do?"
Jack shrugged.
"Just sealed your voice," he said lightly. "A small trick. Even if you scream your throat out, no one will hear."
Sif stared at him coldly.
"…What is your goal in coming to Asgard?"
Jack smiled faintly.
"Goal?" he said slowly. "It's a bit embarrassing to say… I want to sleep with you."
Sif's expression turned completely cold.
"Jack, you will regret coming to Asgard," she said. "This is not Earth. You cannot act freely here. You may be powerful—but here, you will be defeated."
Jack laughed softly.
"Asgard sounds impressive," he said. "You almost scared me."
He leaned closer again, his eyes darkening.
"But what happens later… is later."
"Right now…"
He paused slightly.
"…what do you think you can do?"
A dangerous light flashed in his eyes.
"What do you want to do?" Sif asked, her voice lower now.
Jack answered calmly.
"After first coitus… kill you."
His tone was almost casual.
"The safest method."
"You dare."
Jack smiled faintly.
"Provoking a man like that…" he said, "is something he cannot endure."
Then—
He lowered his head.
And kissed her.
Sif's eyes widened instantly.
Her mind went blank for a moment.
This shameless man—
Actually dared—
Jack didn't care what she was thinking. He pressed forward completely, forcefully invading her space, his actions unrestrained.
Sif resisted immediately.
She bit down hard.
Her teeth clamped onto his lip, his tongue—
But it didn't stop him.
Not even slightly.
Jack continued as if nothing had happened.
Sif's eyes filled with humiliation.
Her fists clenched tightly.
I will kill him.
No matter what… I will kill him.
Tears suddenly fell from her eyes.
She froze slightly.
She hadn't even realized it.
She—
Cried.
Her heart filled with anger.
She wasn't weak.
She would never be weak.
Jack noticed.
He wiped her tears casually.
"What's wrong?" he said with a grin. "Not satisfied with my kissing? Crying from disappointment? That hurts my pride."
"Jack…"
Sif's voice was cold.
"I will kill you."
Jack sighed lightly.
"So many women say that," he said. "But none of them actually succeed."
"I will show you."
Jack's expression shifted slightly.
"Someone's probably looking for you," he said, glancing toward the window. "If you don't want them to die… don't expose me."
Sif's eyes narrowed.
"You think I'll accept your threat?"
Jack shook his head slightly.
"No," he said. "But our matter… doesn't need to involve your friends."
He smiled faintly.
"If something happens to them… it will be your fault."
Sif fell silent.
She understood.
Jack's body suddenly dissolved.
Transforming into countless particles—
Then reforming into a sword.
Lying quietly beside the bed.
As if nothing had happened.
---
"Sif! We're looking for you! Haven't you gone to the palace? The feast has started!"
Volstagg's voice came from outside.
Sif stared at the sword.
Her eyes were filled with conflict.
"Wait a moment," she called out. "I'm resting. Don't come in."
"Alright! Hurry up! We're waiting for you!" Fandral shouted.
Sif stood up quickly.
She got dressed.
Her movements were fast—but her thoughts were chaotic.
Finally—
She picked up the sword.
Her grip tightened slightly.
I will find a way to kill him.
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She stepped outside.
Forcing a smile.
"Let's go."
"Quick! There's a lot of good food waiting!" Volstagg said excitedly.
"All you think about is eating," Fandral complained.
Hogun looked at Sif carefully.
"Sif… are you alright?"
"I'm fine," she replied quickly. "Let's go. Don't keep the Queen waiting."
She walked ahead.
Faster than usual.
Her grip on the sword—
Never loosened.