War and Mischief

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WARNING!!!! CONTAINS THOR 2: THE DARK WORLD SPOILERS!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!

Sif sat on the edge of what was once the Bifrost, not saying a word. Heimdall knew she was there, but he also said nothing. Finally, after hours, she spoke.

"Can you see him, Heimdall?" She barely whispered. Heimdall knew who she meant, and so he began to search the relms. He sadly looked towards her.

"No, my lady. As always, I never can. I am terribly sorry for your loss." He said. Sif nodded and stood up. She began walking back to the city, everything finally settling in her mind.

"You really are dead, Loki. You really are." she whispered, and brushed her hair out of her face.

Sif opened her eyes and sat up. Tears began to fill her eyes, for she hated that day. Now, Loki was back and very much alive, but he did not care to see her anymore. Multiple times she had tried to visit him in the dungeon, but he had refused her presance. Frigga had been her only comfort, and now she is gone. Thor and Jane are expeced back today, and Loki with them. Maybe this would change him, maybe he just needed to be...trusted. No one trusted him anymore, but with good reason. She wans to trust him, though. She believes he can change.

She bathed and dressed herself in her normal warrior attire, and walked through the castle. A guard came up to her, and stopped her.

"The mighty Thor wishes to see you." he said. Sif nodded and begn walking towards the throne room. She asked for enterance, and it was granted. She was greeted by Thor, and his father Odin. She noticed Thor had a sad look on his face, but his father did not.

"My dear friend," Thor began, "I'm afraid I come bearing bad news." Sif tried to process what he could mean.

"The Dark Elves did not win, did they? Tell me we haven't lost." She knew in the back of her mind that could not possibly be it, for there was still light around them. Odin remained quiet, watching her. Thor gazed at her sadly, and he took a deep breath.

"No, Lady Sif, we have been victorius. But it has come at a great price. Loki. . . Loki has fallen. He died in honour, saving me." Thor felt an intense sorrow as he relived his brother's death. Sif took a step away.

"No," she said, "he didn't die. You lie, Thor, he is with us still." She tried to wrap her mind around the fact that this time, he really was dead.

"Sif, I saw him pass into the next world with my own eyes. Jane Foster saw it as well. He is at peace now, Sif. He was redeemed." Thor tried to comfort one of his closest friends. Odin watched for Sif's reaction, taking special interest in her. Sif looked up to the heavens.

"You really aren't going to come back this time, aren't you? D--m it, Loki!" She excused herself from the two royals' presence, and she fled to the garden. She sat down in front of Frigga's memorial and let her tears flow. The first time Loki was thought dead, Frigga had been there to comfort her, for she knew how much the dark-haired prince had meant to her. Now she was dead, and so was Loki. Sif couldn't bear it anymore. She cried hard, and cursed Loki for leaving her, even though he had ripped her heart out and crushed it into a million pieces.

"Mummy? Is you okay?" Sif turned around to the young boy who had walked up behind her. She smiled sadly at the raven-haired toddler.

"Yes, Jarren. I am only sad." She held out her arms,which he climbed into.

"You can tell me, Mummy. I am big, almost three years old!" Jarren rested his head on his mother's shoulder.

"One of my good friends and died. Everything will be alright, so don't you worry your little head." Sif shivered, for it was winter. She looked down at her son, who wasn't wearing any warm clothes. "Jarren you must put on your cloak, are you not cold?" Jarren shook his head.

"It is not cold, Mummy. I do not need my cloak." Jarren answered. He was not cold, in fact he rarely ever was. He was a warm-natured child.

"I agree," said a different voice, "it is not cold at all." Sif and Jarren looked up to see who was talking. Sif gasped at the sight. Loki smirked down at her. "However, your mother" he said the word with disgust, "does not seem to agree with us."

"Loki," Sif breathed out. Loki rolled his eyes.

"No, Sif, it is a Bildge Snipe, yes it is me! You brought me here." He sounded very annoyed as he locked his eyes on Jarren.

"I. . . brought you here?" Sif asked, very confused. Loki nodded sharply, never taking his eyes off Jarren.

"You wished to see me, so I came. I'm not alive, if that is what you are thinking." He said in a monotone voice. "Now who is this little boy?" Sif's face fell when he said he confirmed he really had died. She looked down at Jarren, who was staring back at Loki.

"This is Jarren, my son."Sif said protectively as she held Jarren a little closer. Loki finally broke eye contact with Jarren and instead stared at Sif.

"And who is the lucky man who has won the warrior's heart?" Loki said in a bitter tone.

"There isn't one, you may go back from which you came now." Sif spat back. Loki looked taken aback, and then shrugged as he slowly faded away. Right before he fully vanished, Sif heard him whisper something.

"I believe I want to find out, and we both know I will."

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Hey everybody! Sorry this chapter sucks, I'm terrible at starting stories. It'll get better I swear. Congrats to @readergirl27 for winning the contest. Time for the next one!! (You can only win once by the way)

That man is playing Galaga! He thought we wouldn't notice, but we did!