Lady Sif {Thor}short stories

Ruins

Written 1/8/2014

Guilt swept over the crimson slayer as she laid eyes upon the fallen wreckage of Asgard. The once glorious beacon of hope now sat crumbled and in ruins upon the deserts of Broxton, Oklahoma. She should have been here to fight with them when Norman Obsorn attacked with the powers of the Norn Stones, should have been here to see what Loki was planning and stop him, should have been here when the dead began to walk due to Hela's Hel being under siege from the cursed shieldmaiden's of Bor. Alas she was not, for she was on an adventure entirely of her own, travelling with Beta Ray Bill to disperse of another threat. Still, seeing what her beloved homeland had become, she could not help but let the sorrow wash over her.

"Lady Sif...ye hast returned!" The emerald warrior's voice rang over the abandoned portion of the realm city in which she stood.

"Aye..." She smiled weakly, climbing over rocks and stones toward him.

"Tis heart wrenching is it not?" He sighed as he followed her pain gaze. She nodded. "We have lost many, alas our spirit remains strong. Well, most of us anyway. King Balder is feeling sorry for himself and Thor...well...Thor is mourning the loss of Loki..."

Sif's brows creased into a frown. She had heard some of the tales in passing other Asgardians alas they had not mentioned Loki's fate. It was Fandral who explained to her his sacrifice. His form scattered into atoms. His death honourable even if his life had not been.

"Loki is dead? Truly dead?" She didn't believe it, not Loki. He always had a plan. But the look on Fandral's face fed her no lies. The God of Mischief was in fact gone. For good. She felt even more guilty for her pleasure in such a thought but her heart then sank. For she knew Thor would be broken. Despite their quarrels his love for Loki never wavered.

"Whence is Thor?"

"On the hills. Take a horse if ye wish to find him. It's quite a trek." Fandral advised.

Sif nodded curtly and left at once for the stables, taking a slight detour to find a change of clothing. Her own scarlet attire was torn and tattered from her battle, she could not greet Thor in such disarray.

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The warrior maiden rode out far into the hills, Fandral was right it was quite a ride.

Eventually she reached the peaks and found the thunder god standing alone, looking out over the valley.

"Thor! My lord, I have been returned unto thee...and I find ye up hither?" She frowned when he did not turn around to face her. She walked up behind him and placed a light hand on his shoulder, seeing the side of his face, his eyes torn and full of sorrow.

"What troubles ye Thor?" She sighs, fearing the answer.

"Despite all he has done, all the treachery and deceit....the destruction he has caused Asgard..." He finally looked to her and she bit her lip.

"He was torn into atoms and spread across the world by the breeze...I see no trouble in that...it's the least he deserves.." Sif shrugged.

"Aye, alas he is my brother Sif.."

"Was thy brother.."

"IS my brother...I can not forget the innocence of our childhood, the good in his laugh. I was never happier than when playing with him as a child. I miss my brother my beloved...I miss Loki..." Without another word Thor took off, soaring away from her, brooding.

"We art still better off without him..." She grumbled silently to herself as she mounted the horse she had borrowed and began making the journey back to the fallen Asgard. She knew Thor was grieving but his thoughts were clouded by the good of his brother rather than seeing the bad. She feared what Thor's next move would be.