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Descent into the Void: Chapter Two

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Loki: Descent into the Void

Chapter Two: Changed


Sif waited, as she had done for weeks, waiting intently for the man who stood before her. Every word he spoke to her now-a-days was an anchor to her shattering world.

"What news Heimdall?" She asked anxiously for the third time that afternoon.

Heimdall, Gate Keeper of the Bifrost remained silent for several moments, his strange colored eyes staring off into the distance, seeing the goings on in Midgard with a well-trained mind.

"Heimdall?" She asked once more growing antsier with each passing second that he didn't answer her.

"I must see events before I can recount them, Asgardian." He said calmly, not bothering to look at her. "I will tell you what I see, when I have seen it."

Sif sighed but decided to show the proper respect towards the Gate Keeper. "I cannot stay; I have an audience with the All-Father."

Heimdall nodded, "I know of your inquiry to the Odin, Asgardian."

Sif wanted more than anything to stay, but she didn't want to risk being late. "Please, Heimdall . . . If there is any news, will you please send word?"

Heimdall nodded to her again, agreeing that he would indeed send for her if there was any news. Sif thanked him and left the Gate Keeper where he stood watch over Asgard.

Heimdall watched the goings-on of Earth with a furrowed brow. The Midgardian warriors that went by the title of The Avengers, had just barely defeated the threat that had been posed, and now Thor and Loki were on their way back to Asgard. The Gate Keeper had never liked Loki, but now he took comfort in the fact, that the slimy sorcerer would pay for his atrocities against the realms.

The Gate Keeper felt Thor reach out to him, asking for entrance to Asgard. With great misgivings, Heimdall opened the path for them, allowing them access into the sacred kingdom.
Sif walked out of the Odin's chambers, her mind wandering as she walked down the great steps. Her audience had been fruitful. She had gotten what she wanted.

The female walked with her eyes on the steps underneath her feet, automatically wondering what news Heimdall had garnered from his constant vigil.

"Sif!"

Sif looked up from her feet, her eyes wide.

"Thor?"

Several steps below the female warrior, Thor the God of Thunder stood, smiling up at her, his light blue eyes shining in the midday sun.

Sif smiled for the first time in what felt like months her feet carrying her with lighting speed towards her Captain. As she reached him, Thor brought his large arms around her, laughing as they hugged.

"If I didn't know better, Sif I would think that you missed me!"

Sif pulled away from him and punched his bicep playfully, before her spirits dropped once more. "Don't tease me Thor . . . Not now."

Thor's smile instantly vanished. "What is the matter?"

Sif looked at him with a guarded expression. "We shall discuss it later." She decided. "That is, if you are free?"

Thor seemed to understand as he didn't press it further and nodded. "Later," he agreed.

Then he seemed to grow even more serious than before, his mouth set in a firm line. "Sif, where is my father? I must speak with him directly."

Sif looked at him with a raised eyebrow, "Why such urgency? I'm sure that he already knows you're back, Thor."

Thor shook his head, "I must speak with him."

When Sif continued to study him with a serious expression he relented.

"The All-Father must decide Loki's fate, or in the very least, consider where he shall be kept until he can be placed on trial."

Sif stiffened at the mischief maker's name, her thoughts clouding together into a confusing muddle. "Loki? He's back?"

"Yes, I left him with the palace guards in the Great Hall." Thor replied. "I wanted to talk to father before I brought Loki in with me."

Sif nodded, "I suppose that is wise. . . He's in the Great Hall?"

"Yes," Thor admitted before he added. "But you mustn't go anywhere near him, Sif."

Why?"

"He's extremely dangerous . . . He's not the same, Sif."

Sif internally sobbed, but her face remained passive. "Alright . . . If you wish me to stay away-"

"I do," Thor interrupted instantly. "Promise me, you won't talk to him."

Sif nodded, "I promise."

Thor smiled at her and brushed a strand of hair out of her face, "It does me good to see you."

Sif smiled back at him, "Oh, go on pretty boy! Your father is waiting for you."

Thor laughed good-naturedly as he walked past her, towards his father's royal chambers. Sif waited until he was out of sight before she sprinted down the steps and ran headlong for the Great Hall.

She had promised not to talk to Loki, but that didn't mean she couldn't see him.

Sif had never run so fast in her life and in what seemed like no time at all, she was standing in the Great Hall of Valhalla, panting up a storm and sweating something terrible.

When she regained her composure, Sif focused her gaze on the room around her. After a moment she caught sight of the small band of guards that Thor had mentioned. They currently surrounded the far corner of the room and all of the guards had their spears pointing towards the middle of their circle.

Sif approached them, but frowned when one of the guards turned on her with his spear.

"Stop where you are Mistress Sif."

Sif looked at the guard with annoyance. "Lower your spear and let me pass. Thor sent me to check on his brother."

After a moment, the guard stepped aside for her, blushing. "I'm sorry, Mistress Sif, I didn't know Thor had talked to you."

Sif waved his comment off as she moved through the now faltering guards. The sight that met her, made the female cry out.

Loki sat on a chair, his hands and feet bound in shackles in a most atrocious way. But the worst was what they had done to his mouth. A large metal visor covered the God's mouth, making it impossible for him to speak. And from the looks of it, it was pressed tightly against his lips in an almost painful way.

Sif fell to her knees before him, fighting back tears, "Loki."

Green eyes stared into hers, and Sif sobbed aloud her courage shattering at the sadness and anger she saw there, "Oh, Loki! What have you done?"

Loki continued to stare at her for a moment, as if he was trying to answer with his eyes, but after a moment he looked away towards the entrance of the Great Hall. Sif soon knew why.

"Bring him," Thor called from across the room, beckoning them to come. "The All-Father will pass judgment on him before the moon rises this night."

The guards obediently hauled Loki to a standing position and urged him to walk. As Loki stood, his eyes once again met with Sif's. "Some things never change," he seemed to say as the guards pushed him towards the large doorway.

Sif walked behind the guards, her eyes never leaving Loki for one second, afraid he would disappear if she blinked. And it was as she watched him walk, that she noticed the change in him.

It was in the way he moved, that made it obvious that he had changed from the simple God of Mischief. It was obvious that he had become a fighter; a being who had taken the lives of countless others.

Sif cringed at the thought, but still she could not draw her eyes away from him. Her breathing caught in her throat as she followed the small band out of the Great Hall of Valhalla and towards the Court of Odin.

Sif expected the worst. But this is not what she feared. She feared what she would do, when the end came. What would she do? How would she react?

This remained to be seen.
:bulletgreen: Summary: My personal idea of how Loki began to turn against his brother. It traces back to one betrayal of loved ones and a horrible heartbreak. Started as a One-Shot became more. Begins in the movie Thor and continues to and beyond Avengers.

So I obviously decided to make this into more than a One-Shot. :D I'm not quite sure where this story will take me, but that's half the fun I suppose. ^^; If you have any suggestions or questions, please let me know.

Please leave comments if you read. It is after all the only payment fanfiction writer's get. :w00t:

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AbbyCatWolff's avatar
This reminds me a lot of mythology :) You've done a fantastic job with this!