Serenity | Loki Fanfiction

Crestfallen Reunion.

"So, we were friends?" Sabrina whispered, glancing at the men and watching them nod.

"We were very close." The woman looked at her. "We used to pretend we were in battle when we were young girls, and even the boys joined in sometimes."

"I feel so horrible." Sabrina brushed her hair behind her ear, trying to mimick the swiftness of how Frigga did it. "You were all supposed to be my friends, and now, I can't even remember your names."

"Oh, don't worry," The blonde man sat beside her with a smile. "You could never remember my name, anyway." 

"Really?" Sabrina couldn't help but laugh. 

"It was always a joke among us." The oldest, a man with a red beard, said. "You called him Fafel for the longest time, and Fandral would get livid."

"Fafel is easier to remember than Fandral." She glanced at the blonde. 

"Sif, Hogun and I would always tease him." He continued.

"Until we were hunting for the first time." Sif smirked and leaned forward. "Then, you tried to get Volstagg's attention by calling him 'Stag', and he shot his bow, scaring off the only actual stag in the woods."

"Oh my." Sabrina laughed again, her eyes glittering. "You should probably stop with all the nicknames. I might end up calling you by them on accident."

"Accident." Hogun murmured. 

"So," Sif looked at her, smirk fading. "You really cannot remember anything?"

"No." Sabrina sighed and buried her face in her hands for a moment. "The only reason I know Loki so well is because he stayed by my side."

"Odin had ordered him to follow you." Sif nodded. "He made it so you could never touch him, and every single time he tried to tell you who you were, he would forget what he was going to say."

"That's cruel." The girl said, glancing at the warriors.

"Everyone thought the same thing," Volstagg said. "Even though no one likes Loki very much."

"I was actually just leaving New York when he attacked." Sabrina looked at them and then to the ground. 

"But you let him stay by your side as he slaughtered people?" Sif gave her an incredulous look.

"Because something about him intrigued me." Sabrina sighed. "Besides, he never actually killed anyone with his hands. I know that. Oddly enough, there is a man on earth who's been in prision for years...they remind me of each other."

"How?" Volstagg asked.

"The man in prison is named Charles Manson." She said. "He was considered a mass murderer, but never actually killed anyone. He made his entire family believe he was God, and they killed for him."

"Please tell me that you're making jest, Syrin." Fandral looked frightened.

"I wish." She chuckled lightly. "But, Loki has one difference about him."

"And that is?" Sif tilted her head.

"I think he's just misunderstood." Sabrina said. "I mean, I don't know why he turned bad, or why I feel like he is only misundstood, but I know it's the truth."

"You see the good in people." Fandral said, nodding. "You always have."

"Lady Syrin!" Thor approached them with a smile.

"Hello, Thor." Sabrina smiled up at him and then stood, still having to look up. 

"I take it you are enjoying your time in Asgard?" Thor sounded hopeful.

"How could I not?" She said, wide eyed. "Everyone here is so kind and the whole place is flawless."

"Asgard is not short in splendor, and neither are its people." Thor chuckled and then looked at her. "I have come to summon you for Odin. He wishes to speak with you privately."

"Alright." Sabrina said. 

After parting with the warriors, she immedeately felt guilty again. Those people had known her since childhood and she couldn't remember them. Although, she was a little taken aback at how much older Volstagg seemed to be than Sif and Fandral. Thor lead her up to to the doors of the throne room and didn't make a move to go in. She took in a deep breath and pushed the doors open. Odin looked directly at her and then she saw the smallest smile on his face. When she stopped, he urged her forward with the simple curl of his finger. She was soon by his side.

"I know you have no recolection of who you are, Syrin." Odin gently touched the necklace against her collarbone. "But this speaks volumes about you were."

"The necklace?" She tilted her head.

"Not just that," He said. "But the fact that you willingly pursued your own curiosity to find the chest, and inside, the letter and The Wing of Fertility."

"What did you mean by who I was?" Sabrina looked at him. 

"This evening we are going to give you the antidote." Odin said, glancing at her from the corner of his good eye. "You will remember most about your past, but you will not change."

"That's good." She said, and smiled when he looked at her with an intrigued twinkle in his dark eyes. "I mean, I would like to know about who I was when I was younger, but I do not want to change out of the person I have become."

"Elf wisdom." He chuckled deeply, a sound she had never heard before. "You share it with your father."

"Why did he send me off in the first place?" She asked suddenly, and then recoiled at her harshness. "I mean, was I really in danger?"

"You were." Odin nodded slowly, remorsely. "When you were an infant, everyone became outraged at the prospect of Freyr finally having a daughter, a princess. His son, your half brother, was almost killed by protecting you from a stranger. The dark elf revealed himself to be Malekith, the ruler of Svartalheim."

"Did he survive?" Sabrina asked timidly. 

"Barely." Odin continued as if she had never interrupted. "He believed the sound of your voice would be able to release a goddess by the name of Achima. She would be able to destroy all realms but the one that helped release her."

"Oh." She could only murmur the simple response. "But I can barley even sing."

"You may think it is a weak skill," Odin looked toward the doors as Frigga came in. "But you are a Light Elf. That skill is one of your strongest."

"I have found it." She approached Odin with a smile. 

"Good." He smiled back at her and glanced out of the castle, toward the setting sun. "I would like you to show her to her bed chambers and give it to her there."

Sabrina bid her goodbye's to him and followed Frigga toward the room she had been in previously. She shook as she changed into a nightrobe provided by Frigga, then sat on the bed. She watched the woman pull out a bottle no bigger than her pinkie finger. The inside was filled with a silver liquid and the whole bottle was stopped with a tiny cork. She pulled the cork and handed it to her. Sabrina looked down at the liquid and frowned. This was it. When she drank this, some of her previous memories would come back, and probably not all of them were pleasant. 

"Drink up, dear." Frigga had a small smile and her eyes shone with hope. 

"Here it goes." Sabrina murmured, tilting the vile back and allowing the contents to slide down her throat. "It...it has no taste."

"It's not supposed to." Frigga chuckled and tucked her into the large bed. "Goodnight."

Frigga walked to the door and blew out the torch. As she shut the door, she heard the softest thing from the girl's lips.

"Goodbye."