Frostbitten

Meet the Parents

Sif hoisted up the jelly like arms of a barely conscious Loki onto her shoulders. His weight nearly pulled the warrior down to the ground as she didn't expect the prince to be so heavy. Then, she realized he was indeed out cold, leaving every pound for her to carry on her own. Not that Thor didn't offer to help, because he certainly did, though Sif was content on carrying her friend herself. 

They began to walk back in the direction they had come from, Sif was still left amazed at how poorly guarded Loki was even though he was a prisoner. She figured whoever had captured Loki, thought him to be dead and left his body to deteriorate in the cold.

Whomever did this would pay. Sif knew very well that Loki had done many awful things in the past, but that was the past. He was a changed man. Wasn't he? Then again, what had Loki done to prove himself? He had lied, schemed and plotted his way far from their trust. Yet, Sif couldn't help but want to forgive him. Loki had always been there for her when she was young, aside from the hair incident. But even then, Loki had respected her space and always left her alone when she asked.

Just as she began to think more about the topic, the ground began to shudder, causing Sif to almost drop Loki. Thor stopped dead in his tracks and turned. His cape was waving wildly in the fierce wind, giving the barren wasteland a splash of red that seemed as if it would stain the gray sky above. Thor huffed and frowned at the sight behind Sif. In turn, she sighed, "I presume whatever is behind me, isn't Odin riding in to our rescue on a golden chariot."

"I'm afraid not," replied Thor with a wishful smirk.

Sif's curiosity soon got the best of her. She twisted back in the direction in which Thor was facing, and like him, groaned,"You've got to be joking!"

"Where do you think you're going with our prisoner?" boomed the voice of a Frost Giant, unquestionably female. Behind her, stood dozens of others, each and every one looked ready to kill. 

Thor took a step forward, with an unflinching glare, "We're taking him home, where he belongs with his family. Even though, you're kind has laid ruin upon it." 

The giantess threw her head back as she erupted in a fit of laughter. "Asgard is not Loki's home and you are most certainly not his family," she said coldly. "I should know..."

"You know nothing," Thor replied. Sif could see his hand tighten around Mjölnir's hilt. Seeing this, reminded her that this was most likely to end in more bloodshed. Even being the Goddess of war, Sif did not favor death, but if push came to shove, she would fight.

The Frost Giant woman bent down to where she was face to face with Thor, her huge scarlet eyes burning with fury."I am Fárbauti, queen of the Jotuns and mother of Loki." Sif could not see Thor's facial expression, but she knew her own was surprised. After hearing this, Sif instinctively wrapped her other arm around Loki protectively. Fárbauti's head swung away from Thor and landed in front of Sif's. "You think you can keep him away from me, you foolish woman?" she mocked. 

Sif didn't even blink as she reached for her double bladed sword faster than a striking snake and pointed it at Fárbauti's throat. "Why, yes, I think I can," she growled.

Fárbauti stood tall once again, a chilling smile plastered on her face. "Get my son and kill the blonde one," she commanded to the army of Jotuns standing at the ready behind her. Before they could launch themselves forward, she pointed her finger at Sif, "Don't lay a hand on this one. I want to have a little fun with her. Now, go!"

As the swarm of huge, blue bodies came hurtling out from the back of Fárbauti, Sif took this time to set Loki down and whisper to him before charging at the giantess without fear. The two women fought mercilessly, though with no avail. 

"Sif!" Her head shot up and away from battle. Thor had cried out for her, though now he lay on the ice, either dead or unconscious. Which one, Sif did not know. She clenched her teeth and thrust her sword into Fárbuati's shoulder, her fierceness now fueled by an even greater hatred towards the creatures. The Jotun let out a wail, giving Sif the chance to sprint off towards Thor, who was surrounded by a new group of Frost Giants who seemed to be examining the thunder God's body. 

Sif let out a battle cry and began her attack on the monsters. By the time Sif had killed each Frost Giant, Fárbauti was stumbling towards her, Sif's blade still lodged in her shoulder. Sif's pace quickened as she made her way to Thor. She grabbed him, took his pulse and breathed a sigh of relief when she found that he was alive. Then, Sif began to run as fast as her legs could carry her in the direction of the Warriors Three.

The Warriors Three. How were they doing? Were they even alive? What about Heimdall? At the moment, this didn't matter, for all Sif was focusing on was getting her and Thor out of here. Although, Loki was still fresh in her mind. Now, she could only hope that the prince had heard her warning and escaped. There was no way to know what had become of him now, but she couldn't turn back and search for him. Sif had to get Thor to safety or both of them would soon be dead, as well. Still, her worry forced Sif to glance back. At first the view seemed clear, but then she saw nothing but blue, and eventually plunged into a choking darkness.

Author's Note: I'm not too proud of this chapter, I feel like so much more could have been done, but I have had like no muse lately. Anyway, last night I saw The Amazing Spider-Man 2 and all I can say is that it is perfect, but if you go to see it, prepare to cry. Its probably one of the saddest superhero movies I've ever seen, so I'll just leave you with that! Good bye and I hope you enjoyed!