Prologue
War was approaching. Chaos was on the frayed edges of it. The sky was cloudy, filled with large, grey clouds, as if Valhalla itself predicted what was to come. The Kree had finally rebelled against the Asgardians, bringing the Jotun's with them to flank. Odin was weary, on his brink of falling into his yearly Odin-sleep. But there was a duty to be done about the on-coming war coming to Asgard. Scared civilians whispered beginnings of Ragnarök, that it had finally begun.
The speculation had escalated when all of the Asgardians had noticed an absence of Loki's presence. It was no surprise the Trickster deity who relished in the others misfortune was gone. He was either some kind of animal that watched from an unsuspecting corner, or a person he had decided on masking as for the day in a attempt for a mere 'joke' as he so delicately puts it, no doubt what he had been planning would end in disaster, like all of his tricks did. Asgard had gathered their own means of an army, seeking help from the Valkyrie and the centurions.
Until the war started, all of Asgard were to continue on their day as normally as possible.
Guards sharpened their weapons, servants and maids were nervous wrecks, even the children in the village had asked if they were all going to die. At that, the mothers had no answer.
Meanwhile, it couldn't have happened at a worse time. The great war was just around the corner and Sif had pushed and pushed, Thor holding her hand, whispering words of encouragement. Nurses had towels, bowls of warm water and a rag placed upon the Warrior Goddesses forehead to keep her cool while she birthed. Sif shouted profanities in the vain of pain, crushing his huge hand in hers, cursing him that he would never touch her again and pleading he'd never stick that thing in her until he was gray-haired.
Minutes became hours. Taking breaks in the middle of pushing, her defeated and tortured state breaking the blonde gods heart, and there was nothing to dull the pain.
Finally, the sound of cries filled the room as little girl wriggled in the nurses arms.
"congratulations, Lady Sif, Lord Thor, you have a healthy baby girl." The nurse smiled, wrapping the infants form in a blue towel, cleaning the blood from her skin.
Sif smiled largely, still immensely tired from hours of being in labor. "Oh, Thor, a girl!"
The Thunder God's blue eyes marveled at the small baby, holding his hands out to greet his new daughter. Handing the bundle off, Thor leaned over so him and Sif could witness their child. The newborns cries faded into soft whimper, eyes slowly starting to open. She had Thor's dazzling blue eyes and Sif's nose, there wasnt a doubt she would have her hair, too.
"She's wonderful." Thor kissed Sif's forehead, grinning like Christmas had arrived. "She'll be strong and smart, just like her mother."
"Don't think that sweet talking will grant you the chance to make another." The warrior playfully warned. Thor rolled his eyes with a laugh, leaning down to kiss his daughters bare, little head.
"What shall we name her, darling?"
Sif pondered that, gazing down adoring at their daughter who looked between them both with wonder, but admiration. "Þrúðr, Thrúd. It means strength."
Ta-daa! Few things: I for the life of me cannot pronounce her name. But anyhow I did some searching for him and Sif's daughter in the mythologies and stumbled upon little Thrúd. This is just a fun thing I thought of and be fun to write! Our beloved Loki will come in the next chapter (if I continue this) so happy reading! review! xx