A floating vignette in my muse that I thought could fit the Loki/Sif series if fics.

R&R


Pride

If there is still someone in this wretched place whom he still wishes well...It is her.

If there is still someone whom he wants to remember the best in him... It is her.

If there was someone he wanted to keep ... It is her.

Even after everything went awry between them

Even after The destruction... The doom that has befallen

Even after the Dilapidated pillars that sustained their relationship have fallen


He is the one past that she wishes to bury so deep yet resurrect all at the same time...

A past of pain and pleasure..

An eternal Summer & winter Intertwined

A past of peace & violence

A past of Appreciation and jealousy..

Everything and its antonym .


He can still hear himself in the distant past whispering 'I love you'

He can still recall how flustered she would look when they held their gaze a little bit longer than should be..

He can still hear the echoes of her sweet nothings lingering in his mind 'I won't cease to love you except when yggdrasil's branches are set ablaze...' however, the disaster has occurred far too soon than yggdrasil's burning...

Everything comes to an end

Everything was cold.

And Coldness drives him insane.


Now, They stand on a common ground of desolation, desperation and despair.

A common ground Of Chances mourned and shattered hopes.

A common ground of reluctant despise.. unwavering lament.

They have done the one thing they both vowed not to...

They have let each other down.

And now, They stand on the opposite sides of Ragnarok.


He drove the final blow to their fragile existence together, he pulled the final straw..

And it is sad, too sad that both couldn't avoid the clash despite their so through knowledge of each other..

They couldn't avoid the inevitable...

Yet, they pride themselves, that they have held up this long...

They pride themselves that they have navigated this far, dived this deep, despite having drowned in the end..

Despite conducting another tragedy that neither love nor them ever needed.

They pride themselves that at least they knew sides of each other that nobody knows existed... Vulnerability... Anger...damage...dainty..

He prides himself in having lived for someone other than himself for a while.

Hr prides himself in having been honest... For once..even if he lost in the end.

She prides herself for having the capacity and breadth to love him for a while with his endless faults, with whatever he did.

She prides herself in having yielded for once... Even if she lost in the end.