World Traveler Villain-Chapter 242: CH: 239 Angry Sif

{Chapter: 239 Angry Sif}

Sif's eyes widened in disbelief as her gaze locked onto the unexpected figure standing before her. Her breath hitched, but she didn't scream—battle-hardened as she was, she forced herself to remain calm despite the shock.

"You..." she hissed, eyes narrowing as she stepped back. "How did you end up in Asgard?"

Without waiting for an answer, she struck him—hard. Her palms hit William's chest with a thunderous thud, but he simply grinned, catching her wrists with swift precision. He pivoted and gently pushed her back, pinning her hands to the bed with a strength that left no room for resistance.

"Save your strength, warrior princess," William murmured, his voice low and smug. "Struggling is pointless—you've already lost."

Sif's body tensed beneath him, her silver armor glinting under the soft light of the chamber. Her eyes burned with a mixture of fury and embarrassment. "Damn you—how did you get into Asgard? Speak!"

William's expression curled into a knowing smirk. "Well, that's your doing, isn't it? You brought me back."

Sif blinked, stunned. "That's impossible. I would never—"

"Think back," he interrupted smoothly. "Your sword. Ring any bells?"

Her eyes darted to the bedside, searching for her trusted weapon—but it was gone. Her heart skipped a beat.

"You... You transformed into the sword?" Her voice dropped to a whisper, as realization dawned.

"Bingo," he said with a wink. "You carried me into the realm of the gods with your own hands. How romantic."

Sif's expression twisted with anger and horror. "No... the bathtub—"

A deep flush of shame overtook her fair features. Her voice trembled with rage. "You saw me!"

"Of course," William said, still smiling with maddening calm. "And I must say, you're even more breathtaking than I imagined. Your figure and face up close looked great, I may be hard to impress, but you... you exceeded expectations."

"I swear I'll rip your throat out," she growled, straining against his grip.

"Easy there," he said lightly. "Let's not forget—you invited me into the bathtub, and then into your room. It seems to me like you've been falling for me, Sif."

"You're a delusional scoundrel!"

"Am I?" he teased. "Well, either way, I must thank you. You've shown me a side of Asgard few mortals ever see. And I must say... your hospitality is exquisite."

"You shameless bastard, I'm going to cut you into pieces." Sif shouted angrily.

"It's useless, you are not my opponent." William blew a breath in Sif's ear.

"Get off me, you bastard!"

He leaned closer, speaking softly but clearly.

"Sif, you are so beautiful, how can I bear to let it go? I think there are many wonderful things that can happen between us." William said with a wicked smile.

"Are you kidding? I just want to dig out your eyes and cut you into pieces."

"Sif, don't be so excited. I have seen your body, but don't worry, I will be responsible. If I were truly the villain you make me out to be, would I offer to be responsible? I could go to your parents at this very moment. We could make it official."

"Responsible?" she spat. ""Go to hell, who wants you to be responsible? You're insane if you think I'd ever—"

He tilted his head, his tone suddenly thoughtful. "Ah, perhaps this is about Thor? You've had your eye on him for a while, haven't you? But he treats you like a sister. A comrade. Nothing more."

"That's none of your business!" she snapped.

"It is now," William said calmly. "I'm here, aren't I? Maybe fate had a hand in this. And why is it none of my business? Isn't your business my business? I am happy to help you solve your problems." William said with a smile.

Sif glared at him, refusing to be swayed. "What did you do to this room? Why hasn't anyone come?"

"Relax," he said with a chuckle. "It's just to make your voice unable to be heard. It's just a little trick. Your little outburst won't disturb the palace guards. I figured we could use some privacy."

"You think this is a joke?" she hissed.

"Not at all. I just prefer intimate conversations without interruptions," he replied smoothly.

She stared him down, her tone icy. "Why are you here, William? What's your true purpose?"

His smirk returned, more playful than threatening. "Honestly? You might laugh. But if I said I came all this way just to see you and make you my wifey, would that be so bad?"

Sif's expression hardened. "If that's all, then you're more of a fool than I thought."

He leaned back, finally releasing her wrists. "Perhaps. Or perhaps I'm just the only one willing to say what others won't."

"William, is that your name?" Sif's voice was low and cold, her expression sharp as a blade. "You'll regret stepping foot in Asgard. This isn't Earth. The rules here are not the same, and the people here are far less forgiving. You may think you're powerful, but you will not succeed. Not here. Not in this realm."

William grinned, the corner of his mouth twitching with amusement. His eyes glinted with an unreadable intensity, their light reflecting something darker than arrogance. "You talk about Asgard as if it's a land of legends, untouchable and holy. Asgard and its golden halls and proud bloodlines make you untouchable. I admit, it has its beauty... but I don't scare easily. The future is unwritten, Sif, and whatever happens next—it's mine to shape. What about you? Do you even know what you're going to do now?"

Sif took a step back, her muscles tensed. "What are you planning?"

A dangerous calm spread across William's face. "First fuck the woman and then kill her. This is the safest way."

"You're treading on dangerous ground," Sif warned. "You dare."

"Just for what you said, any man can't stand it." William quickly lowered his head and blocked Sif's mouth.

Sif's eyes widened with fury and shock. This man was insane.

William didn't care what Sif was thinking. He kissed her wantonly and made a fuss in her mouth. Of course, Sif would not cooperate. She bit William's mouth and tongue desperately with her teeth, but it didn't affect William at all. William continued with his sloppy kiss.

Sif's eyes were full of shame. She must kill this guy. If she didn't take revenge, she would not be the only female warrior in Asgard.

A tear fell from Sif's eyes. Damn it, she actually shed tears. She was not so weak.

William let go of her lips, his head moved as he licked Sif's tears dry, and said with a smile: "Why, are you not satisfied with my skills? You are crying in disappointment, my self-esteem has been hit."

"William, I will definitely kill you.".

Sif's rage burned hotter than ever. This man dares touch me like this... 'he mocks everything I stand for.'

In her heart, she made a vow: 'He will not leave Asgard unpunished. Even if I die trying, I will stop him.'

A single tear escaped her eye, not from weakness, but from the insult. From the disgrace of being overpowered, even for a moment.

Sif's jaw tightened. "You'll pay for this."

William let out a sigh and looked away. "You know, a lot of women have said that to me. And yet... here I am."

"I'm not like the others. I'll show you."

At that moment, William's gaze shifted toward the window, his tone growing colder. "Looks like you've got visitors. If you care about their lives, you won't expose me. You know what I'm capable of."

"You think threats will stop me?" Sif snapped.

"No. But I know you don't want blood on your hands—not the blood of your comrades. You're a warrior, not a butcher. So be smart. Handle this quietly, or the consequences won't be on my conscience—they'll be on yours."

With a fluid motion, William's body dispersed into swirling deformed particles. The particles twisted and gathered into the shape of a sleek sword, which landed silently beside the window, glinting with unnatural sharpness.

Outside the room, a familiar voice called, "Sif, we are here to find you, why don't you go to the Palace? The celebration banquet has started!"

Volstagg. Loud and cheerful, as always.

Another voice followed, Fandral's. "Don't tell me you're still sleeping. The feast is getting cold!"

Sif stared at the weapon beside her bed. Her thoughts were a storm. She couldn't let this trespasser wander free, but if she acted too soon, her friends might pay the price. She clenched her fists. With a strong contradiction in her eyes, she shouted: "I'm awake!" she shouted back. "Just give me a minute!"

"Hurry!" Fandral replied.

She stood up, her hands trembling slightly as she gathered her armor. Her fingers brushed against the dark blade William had turned into—proof that this was no dream.

She picked up the sword with great contradiction. She couldn't leave this shameless guy here, there must be a way to kill him. She would find a way to destroy him. It was only a matter of time.

Moments later, Sif emerged, face composed, armor in place. Her usual pride still shone in her posture, though her smile was clearly forced.

"Let's go," she said coolly.

Volstagg grinned. "Finally! There's a mountain of roasted boar waiting for us!"

"Eat, eat, eat. That's all you ever think about," Fandral said with a smirk.

Hogun stepped forward, his eyes narrowing as he studied Sif. "You seem... off. Did something happen?"

Sif shook her head. "No. I'm fine. Let's not keep the Queen waiting."

She walked ahead, her movements swift, as if trying to outrun the chaos in her mind. Behind her, the others chatted and laughed—but Sif's thoughts were elsewhere.

Her fingers still clutched the strange sword hung on her thin weast. Her fury was buried beneath layers of control, but it smoldered, waiting for the moment it could erupt.

William, she thought grimly. 'Enjoy this calm while it lasts. Because I promise you—it won't last long.'

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