A/N: Hi guys! Yay! New chapter update :) As usual I hope you enjoy it! And guess what? I got this sucker out on the due date! See bottom of this chapter for more pertinent information. MY MEN OF THE WEEK: Daniel Craig, Tom Hiddleston, Phil Lester, and Peirce Brosnan...mmmm...

Chapter Question: Which men would you like to see on my next Men of the Week bulletin?


Heimdall stood still. There was something off about his vision. There was never a clear, straight view into everything.

It was more like there were a great many…streams…streams and rivers, eddies and whirlpools all dark and swirling around lost in time. Faces and actions melted into eachother.

He could focus on something and know exactly what and how and why and where…but it was better to see it all at once…and right now, he couldn't see Sif. Why?


Fandral awoke drowsily. He yawned a few times before looking to his right. On the bed next to him was a frame of golden hair. His head pounded and he was having trouble keeping his eyes open.

He vaguely remembered having a few young ladies on his arm the night before. Loud music, and far to much wine. Well, not much to do except gather his clothing. He slowly crept away.

He tripped over a catch on one of the furs laid on the floor, and before he could stop it, his sword felt to the ground with a loud clunk! He flinched and turned back to the bed.

The light-haired beauty breathed in and rustled slightly but didn't wake. Breathing a very quiet sigh of relief, Fandral picked up his sword and headed for the door.


Volstagg woke from his deep slumber, burped a few times and went out to his balcony. He breathed in the scent of honeysuckle, berries, and sparkling water. Mmmm, something was cooking. Maybe boar's meat, or duck stew for breakfast.

He looked at the selection of fruits and honeyed meats that had been put in various platters around his enormouschambers in unadulterated delight.

He remembered the feasts of last night with longing. Volstagg chuckled to himself as he saw Fandral stumble off to his chambers with two or three lovely court maidens hanging on his vain shoulders.

Ha! If he spent as much time sparring as he did checking his reflection in that sword of his he might be better than Sif! Ah Sif, where was she anyway? He hadnt seen her in last night's celebrations and knew several people has missed her company.

He assumed she was having a night ride on her favorite mare, as she often liked to do. He tugged thoughtfully on his flame red beard. Maybe Hogun would know something, that grim horse-radish.

Mmmmm, radish...his stomach growled. He strapped on some armor and blustered out the doors.


Hogun gasped and sat straight up. He was sweating considerably and his jet-black hair plastered to his pale face. After allowing himself to come back to reality he scolded himself. It was just a dream!

A dream that kept happening the same way each time of course, but still just a dream! He rubbed his temples and closed his eyes. Why did this keep happening to him? What was the Allfather trying to show him?

That Sif was in trouble? But how? She was here, in Asgard...she couldn't be in danger. And besides, there wasn't a being on this realm or any other that he knew of that could subdue the mighty warrior. It was almost comical to think of it.

But still, the dream was very, specific. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and looked down. Right where he had been about to step was a large black snake.

He yelped in horror and jerked his legs back. He slowly crept back to the edge of the bed and looked down. He wanted to kick himself. Hogun reached for his riding whip that he had no doubt coiled neatly at the foot of the bed so he wouldnt forget where it was.

He sighed. Alright, enough nonsense. He would meet up with the Warriors after breakfast and discuss his strange dream. Then maybe they could-his thought was interrupted by a shouting that errupted through the corridor.

He couldnt make out the owrds but it sounded like trouble. Still in his sleepclothes he leaped off the bed and opened the heavy doors. Servants were running back and forth yelling through the huge halls. He grabbed a young serving boy before he rushed by. "You! What's going on?" He demanded seriously.

The little boy looked up at him, clearly frightened. "Sir Hogun! It's the Lady Sif...she's gone! We can't find her anywhere. Oh! Oh! She's been taken!"


A/N: So yes, I was good and remembered to get it out here on Thursday and I even set down today and planned out my whole chapter (aren't you proud of me?) so I am happy to report that the wait is over! Also that I have recovered completely from my illness, thanks for asking :)

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