Who am I? (A Sequel to 'Who are You?' A Loki love story)

Chapter Sixteen - Nights Apart

There is a knock on my door about a half hour after I had settled down, and I look up curiously. Surely it wasn't time for dinner yet? Not that I'm objecting, because.... well, food. But I went to the door, surprised to find Sif there when I open it.

"Sif. Hi." I say quickly.

"Hello Sophie." She says curtly, making me raise my eyebrows. What had happened between the bridge and now to make her dislike me? "Thor asked me to take you to the healers. He claims to have forgotten to do it before he brought you here."

"Oh." I look down at my gauze wrapped arm. It was still pretty numb, and much colder than the rest of my body, but I had forgotten it for the moment, so overwhelmed at Asguard. "Thank you. That would be very helpful." She nods once and immediately starts walking down the hallway. I quickly run to catch up to her. We walk in silence down the twisting and turning hallways. "So..." I trail off. She doesn't look at me. "Did I do something to you that I'm not aware of?" I ask. "Cause you were all nice to me earlier, and you seemed pretty awesome and all kick butt and stuff, but now..."

"I did not know who you were then." I raise an eyebrow, confused.

"Really? Who am I?"

"Loki's." She says. I raise an eyebrow.

"Excuse me?" I say, I jump in front of her, making her stop. "Okay, first of all, I'm my own person. I do not belong to anyone. Including Loki." She looks at me, surprised. "And second, why would the fact that I love Loki change your thinking of me? You don't even know me, so you have no right to judge me like that! At least get to know me before you label me as an enemy."

Sif stands there for a moment, just staring at me as if she can't quite figure me out. "I..." She trails off. "I am sorry. You're right." She says, and I look up in surprise.

"Really? I am?" She looks down at me, raising an eyebrow. "I mean, of course I am." I say with a cough. We both stand there a little awkwardly. "So... Healers?"

"Right. Yes." She says. "This way." We start walking again, and it's surprisingly not very far away. "Healer Sol." Sif calls out, and a middle aged looking woman bustles out.

"What is it Sif? Did you injure another one in training?" She says without looking up. "I told you to be more careful."

"Um... Hi." I say, and the woman looks up.

"Oh. Hello." She says. "You're one of the guests Price Thor brought, aren't you?" I nod, and she looks down at my outfit curiously. Jeans and t-shirts are definitely not normal here. "What is it you need?" Sif looks down at me expectantly, and I take a step forward.

"Um, well, when I was back home on midguard, I-" The woman pulls me into a room. "Oh. Okay.." Sif follows, and she points to a bed. I sit on the edge of it, and the Healer starts to unwrap the gauze.

As the gauze is completely taken off, Sif's face shows shock. "That's a Frost Giant burn!" She exclaims. The healer takes a good look at it.

"This is old. A few weeks. Hang on a second..." She bustles off, and I look up at Sif.

"Did Loki do this to you?"She asks accusingly.

"What? No!" I exclaim. "Of course not! He wouldn't do this."

"There are no other Frost Giants on Midguard."

"Well, you need to keep better track of your Frost Giants then, because there was one two weeks ago." the Healer comes back in with a jar full of a smelly substance. "He put me in a small coma with this." I say, gesturing to my black and blue arm.