Frostbitten

Held Prisoner

Sif jolted awake. Her surroundings were unfamiliar and when she sat up, Sif could feel her head pounding in protest as her memories came flooding back into her mind. Coming to Jotunheim, finding Loki, the fight with Fárabauti, it all seemed overwhelming. Sif wanted nothing more than for it all to be a dream, but she knew things weren't that simple. Besides, as she began to process the scenery around her, Sif realized she was in fact still in Jotunheim, though now in a prison. Beside her, lay Thor in a pool of his own blood. Sif crawled over as fast as she could to examine her friend.

He was in rough condition, but alive, which was all that mattered. Despite the fact that he need medical attention as soon as possible or he wouldn't be breathing for much longer. Sif hurriedly ripped away pieces of Thor's cape and wrapped each one around his wounds, hoping to at least delay his blood loss. 

When Thor's eyes fluttered open, out of his mouth spewed even more of the crimson liquid as he coughed. Thus, forcing panic to make its way back into Sif's mind. She was no healer, she never had been. Sif needed Loki, wherever he was. For all the books he read, Loki had to know a thing or two about healing, Sif was sure of it. Plus, many times when Sif had come to visit the prince, she would find him puttering about with all sorts of bubbling concoctions in his chambers.

Sif bit her nails as she cleaned away the blood, for that was all she knew to do, besides prop up his head. The girl shakily stood, ignoring her body's meager attempts to get her to sit back down and rest. Sif peered out through the bars of the cage, outside sat an ugly blue beast. Its snores sending tremors down to the floor as it was deep in slumber. 

Her first thoughts were to pick the lock, but if she tried, Sif knew the bar's rusty squeaks would surely give her away and if fighting occurred, Sif and Thor were unarmed and most likely dangerously outnumbered. Although, in the corner of her cell, Sif spotted a rock, she smiled as she crept over to pick it up. Back at the door, Sif heaved the rock through the narrow space in between two bars and watched as it sailed out into the air, landing with a plunk far off in the distance.

The Frost Giant stirred and awoke. Its deep red eyes seemed to cause a rift in the blue and gray atmosphere. Sif quickly pretended she was still unconscious and watched as the monster stood and trekked off towards the noise's source. 

Sif sent a silent thanks before plucking a hair pin from her head and sticking it in the key hole outside her door. A gust of wind blew past, throwing the pin from her hand. It slid across the icy floor and out of her reach. Sif cursed under her breath, now not knowing how she would get her and Thor out of this mess she had put them in. She gazed down at the ground, trying to devise a new plan as fast as she could.

"Need a hand?"

Sif's head shot up. "Loki!" she could hardly contain her excitement, he had come back for them. He smiled and from his leathers pulled out a ring of keys. Loki looked far better than he had when she had found him. Though, his hair was still tangled, and his clothes were still ripped, the color in his face had begun to return and its usual glimmer of mischief shone brightly in his eyes. 

"In the flesh." He worked diligently, trying out each key. Finally, the door creaked open and Sif leaped into his arms. Loki at first was caught by surprise, but soon followed in the embrace. The warrior buried her head in the crook of his neck, making it easy for Loki to feel her smile through her touch. 

Her voice vibrated against his skin. "I thought I'd never see you again," Sif's voice was muffled under Loki's mass of untidy hair, yet Loki could easily make out her words. 

"You can't get rid of me that easy." Loki replied, patting her back.

All of a sudden, Sif pulled back sharply. "Thor," she said grimly. Loki furrowed his brows and his smile began to fade when he saw his brother's limp body sprawled out on the floor behind Sif. Both she and him ran over and knelt beside the blonde prince. "Do something!" Sif cried, knowing now Thor only had minutes left until he would be sent up to Valhala.

Loki struggled to think of what he could do. He closed his eyes, potions and remedies flew throughout the deepest depths of his mind as he scrambled to try and find a solution that would ultimately save his brother's life. 

His eyes flew open. "Give me a handful of the snow!" Loki commanded. Sif obediently gave him what he asked, with no further questions. Loki took the white powder and clutched it in his hand. In his other hand, a green mist appeared as Loki began softly chanting in a language unknown to Sif. 

She had no idea what he was doing, but Sif gasped when the snow began to liquidate and seep out of his fingers, then trail down onto Thor's wounds. The icy water flowed onto each laceration and started to harden into a crust like barrier. Sif put her hand out to touch the covering, but Loki gently grasped her hand and steered it away. "Wait..." he whispered. Sif nodded and watched with wonder as the water then began to infiltrate his skin and then disappear without a trace.

Thor's still body began to shake. Sif could see from the corners of her eyes that Loki looked genuinely afraid that his ritual hadn't worked. "Brother?" Thor coughed, as he glanced up at the two kneeling over him.

Loki breathed a sigh of relief. "Let's get out of here."

Author's Note: Last week, I reached 1,000 reads, so I wanted to let you guys know how thankful I am! It means the world to me that you guys are reading! THANK YOU!! Oh, and I'm working on a new Harry Osborn and Felicia Hardy fic, so if you're interested comment below! (Happy Mother's day btw)