Lady Sif {Thor}short stories

The sorrow of war

Written 23/2/18

THE SORROW OF WAR

Sif could not believe her eyes when she arrived back in Asgard. The ruins, the flames, the bodies of foe and ally alike strewn all around. Their lifeless eyes open, staring out into nothing, their limp limbs draped across steps and over down walls as they lay motionless.

She had heard whisperings of the destruction caused to her beloved home in her absence but could not prepare herself for what she had forced herself to see. Thor has asked her to travel with Beta Ray Bill to help him with the answers he sought, but despite her success, she was too late. She knew of Hela and she knew this was to happen but she did not make it back in time to warn them, she felt the deaths of her men and her friends firmly on her hands.

Her heart was heavy.

Upon landing in Norway where Thor was taking residence with the remaining Asgardians, Sif never felt more empty, it was a bleak setting for the once mighty race. Anger began to build within her again, worse than before, she was unsure she could regain herself this time. How could he let this happen to them? She was only gone for a few weeks.

"Sif?!" His voice rang in her ears, any other day it would have been a welcome voice but today it filled her with darkness.

She turned on her heel, her cerulean eyes penetrating his glare, he froze. He knew her well enough to know what she was about to do and he braced himself. Her feet carried her before she herself even knew but within moments she was in front of him, screaming and punching his chest. "How could you let this happen?!! They were your friends!! They were my friends...." She choked, falling to her knees, tears streaming down her face. Thor followed suit and rested his hands upon her face, not saying a word. "I should have been here...." Her voice was faint and full of sorrow.

"No." He stated, his eyes matching hers. She could actually see the guilt within them. "Then I would have lost you too and that would have broken me beyond words." He sighed, resting his forehead against hers, their breathing matching pace. "In a way, as much as you could have aided, I am glad you were not present."

"I was gone five minutes and I come home to find it in tatters, my family dead. Thor...."

"I know....." He whispered. "I wish there was something I could have done....but Sif look at me...." He raised her face much to her resistance. "We can bring them back. All we need to do is find their souls within the mortals.....they can be resurrected!"

Sif knew this but that didn't stop their deaths hurting. The cycle of Ragnarok allowed for it once and once only but only if they were found in time.

"Will you aid me my fair lady? Help me bring our friends back?"

Sif stared into him, her brows still furrowed but she nodded. Standing slowly, she brushed herself down. Her heart was still sore and she still wanted to mourn but he was right, she needed the warrior within her now to bring them back.

"Heed my words Thor....if we can not save them in time.....I will never forgive you." Harsh perhaps but she was still mad at him for allowing their deaths, no matter how unavoidable they may have been.

"Noted." He simply replied.

Sif looked out across the sea as she crashed against the cliff she was stood upon, her raven hair blowing softly in the breeze. "My friends.....I am coming for you. I promise." She spoke into the wind.