A/N: Hello everyone! I am so happy to present you all this chapter. Please be supportive as this was my favorite chapter to write. Thank you to everyone who reviewed. I promise you the humour we were all missing so much in this chapter.NOTE: To avoid any confusion, italicized words in this chapter are Sif's thoughts.

Train of Thoughts

"When you're about to die, the last face that flashes before your eyes, is either of the person you love the most or hate the most. And in the nastiest of cases, it is both."

Her father's words rung in Sif's ears as she felt her surrounding blackening, her senses fading. As she faintly felt the sting of incessant blows of Proxima Midnight pounding into her gut, she remembered her long gone parents after centuries. She saw herself as a kid, sneaking out of dance lessons to play with her crossbow in the garden. Her first kiss, Haldor, having her heart broken by Haldor, how she was mocked by the men in Asgard for wanting to be more than what a woman was supposed to be, her fighting her way through ranks of soldiers and finally proving herself, her firsf day as shieldmaiden, her friendship with warriors three, her love for Thor, her banishment, the loss of her home, the loss of her friends. All the closed chapters and then an open one, a fresh one: Loki.

Loki.

For the final of blows, during the constant block out, his face was all she saw. And her father's words was all she heard

"either of the person you love the most or hate the most"

And at that point, with blood gushing out of her mouth as she lay on the ground, blinded by magic, every nerve in her body waiting to burst open, Sif did not care if it was love or hate that led Loki to be her in mind now. It felt like it was time to let go and stop resisting. She'd get her answers in Valhalla.

Sif was about to close her unseeing eyes on the world when suddenly, Loki's face was gone and she saw a blood red sky, and smoke, and then Proxima Midnight's face. Her vision had returned. Her senses were returning.

What was happening? Was Maw's magic wearing off or was it being countered? Sif tried to remember if they had brought any sorcerror from Kamar Taj here. They hadn't.

Seconds after Sif knew it, Proxima realised it too and raised her monodent to end Sif once and for all. But before she could impale the triangular head into Sif's torso, a scale, a two feet long, sharp ice scale cut through Proxima's back and jutted out of her chest.

Sif almost expected Proxima to flinch, or even act surprised, but she did not get that satisfaction. Proxima merely looked confused before she pulled out the ice dagger off her chest and turned around to see who was strong enough to throw ice so fast that it cut her invincible skin.

If only Sif could see the expression which invaded the face of the night skinned kill machine at that moment, she'd have gone to Valhalla out of contentment. For she could swear she heard Proxima Midnight gasp as she saw hundreds of thousands of Frost Giants approaching the battle scene like wild fire. But before that she saw Loki, who stood face to face with Proxima. And right behind him stood a much taller, fearsome and daunting female frost giant.

It didn't take much time for Proxima to overcome her shock and jump back into her aura of meannes and over-confidence.

"Have you forgotten what fun I'd had with you when you fell upon our realm Asgardian?" Proxima said menacingly, as she jerked her monodent and it took the shape of a double edged sword.

"Do you think this savage or your stupid brother can help you defeat me? Defeat Us?" she completed with a smirk which could downplay even Loki's.

But it couldn't. As Loki smirked back.

"Well for the first question, I have not forgotten anything" Loki said with a deadly flare entering his eyes and never escaping.

"And for the second one, my brother CAN..."

He paused to look at the female Jotun who had a resolute, unfeeling face. Unfazed by the insult, probably having heard it a million times before.

"And so can my sister..."

Loki observed as he saw a ghost of an emotion pass through her eyes, an unreadable emotion. He then stared Proxima right into her eyes to complete,

"But I. Won't. Need. Them. "

And with an ice scale in one hand and conjuring his silver dagger in another, Loki charged at her.

"You can't trick your way out with me"

And that's all Sif remembered him say before exhaustion and anaemia overcame her and she passed into a painless slumber.

S/C

Sif woke up in the healing facility of the ship. She was being tended to so she assumed that she was safe for now. And this didn't seem like Valhalla so she had survived after all.

She didn't know though, that she was terribly high on sedatives and painkillers. So much so, that most of the time she was completely incapable of controling her train of thoughts.

She felt frantic and panicked the words out of her mouth at her healer,

"What happened? Did we win?"

"Yes My Lady. Our side won. The jotun army saved us. And here we used to think that Asgard would never see that day." The lady healer smiled as she measured Sif's temperature.

"I need to see the Prince. Where is he?"

"I'm afraid you're not in the right health and frame of mind to see anyone. Just give it one day and-"

"I asked you a question you stupid high pitched sugar coated snub! Just answer it" she barked at the innocent well-meaning healer.

"Second floor. Third room." the healer pointed out the door terrified by her.

Sif felt all the rage melt away from her body as she realised what she had done.

"Oh thank you my Lady. That was very generous of you. I apologise for what I said I don't know what came over me" Sif clarified as she got up and made way to the door.

"Actually, I know what's come over y-"

"WHAT?!" Sif turned and jabbed at her again as her nostrils flared.

"Nothing" the healer whispered, again terrified.

Sif smiled, "I thank you for your services. You're extremely kind my Lady." she said as she left the room.

S/C

Loki was standing in his chamber which was a little too small for a Prince. Only in his leather pants, secure in the knowledge of privacy, he was cleaning and dressing the various wounds in his body. He never let anyone touch him. No doctor, no healer. If Loki hated something, it was his body being on display for everyone. If it was because he was insecure by always being belittled before Thor or being called extremely skinny throughout his adoloscence, or just because he always had a flair for being classy and thought he was better than anyone else, he didn't know. It was more likely the latter. He just prefered to not be physically pretentious. Which was an irony given that people believed him to be an attention seeking diva.

Right now Loki was tending to a particularly deep wound on his torso when the door to his chamber burst open.

"Loki! Hey! I need to talk to you. "

Loki froze. He knew it was physically impossible for a Frost Giant to freeze, but he did. And he froze big time.

Sif had never been intimidated by shirtless men. Being the only woman in armies. All those training programs and military camps had ensured that. So she didn't get uncomfortable when she witnessed Loki nursing his wound. The fact that she was so ecstatic about basically everything didn't help either. She started talking right away without thinking,

"So I feel that I'm bound to first of all-"

"Uh Lady Sif? " Loki's brain finally thawed enough to form words.

"What?! Why are you interrupting me?" Sif spat at him.

Loki coughed nervously and his voice came all choked out.

"Can we do this later? " he said still standing in the same position as before. A blood stained cotton in hand and a potion in another.

Sif narrowed her eyes at him, "Why?"

"Because I...am... rather... scantily dressed...? "

"Oh...OH!...Ohhhhh!" was all Sif could say before getting absolutely silent and transfixed. It was now that she noticed Loki's shirtless form. His pants a little too below the waist. It was something she had never seen before in any of the camps because Loki always used to disappear after battles or magicked himself new outfits. This was new, she thought. Once again, her train of thoughts started moving in a direction she never would have allowed as a Lady. She got transfixed at her place. Not a muscle moving after she tilted her head and started staring at the Prince. Somewhat...inappropriately.

"Why did I never notice his shoulders? They're so broad...but not too broad. Okay that chest is as chiselled as a sculpture. Wait! Are those abs? I didn't know he had abs. Is it just me or are those scars actually adding in to the attractiveness?

Attractiveness?! Woah easy there Lady Sniff!

Lady Sniff? What am I thinking?"

To say that Loki was confused would've been an understatement. He'd have known it better to cover himself with illusions but was too terrified at the moment. Had his words just killed Sif? Why wasn't she moving? He just waved his hands in front of Sif to see if she was still alive.

"Why is he showing me his fingers? His fingers are so long... And... arms. He has incredibly long arms. Never noticed those muscles. Hmm. That's because I've never seen them before. Of course. Because he's so classy. No, because he's shy... Wow leather pants! "

Loki frowned as he tried to find an explaination for this. Sif wasn't dead as he noticed her eye balls scouring his form. They started from his shoulders and went everywhere. What was she doing? Was she checking him for weapons? Was this a drill? For Norn's sake what was happening? He called again, "Sif?"

"Does he always wear leather pants? Wow those legs go on for miles. Why does everything he has so long? DON'T THINK LIKE THAT LADY STIFF!

It's LADY SICK!

Lady. *deep breath*. Sif.

Lady Sif. Leather Pants. Which is clinging so good to his thighs.

Also, his thighs..."

Sif did not realise how it was abvious as her eyes travelled from Loki's chest to his trousers and stopped at his thighs. Loki couldn't take it anymore. He practically squealed,

"SIF!!!"

That finally brought Sif out of her reverie as she realised what she had been doing. "Holy mother! I should get out now"

"YES! Sorry! Yes, my Prince. I suppose I could use you for a minute"

"What? " said Loki looking horrified.

"Ex- cuse you for a minute"

"Yeah. That'd be very kind"

"So I'm going now" Sif slightly turned towards the door. But continued,

"And I'd like to come for you later"

"I'm sorry?" Loki asked with confusion and pure terror written all over his face.

"I meant... I would come looking for you later. Because.."

"You need to talk" Loki completed for her.

"Yes that. Okay... umm... okay bye! "

And with that, Sif ran out of the door.

And after the door closed behind her. When Loki was completely sure that she had left. He managed to smile his smallest of smiles. And then he started laughing.

A/N: How I finally loved writing this chapter! This chapter was fluffy and I know it's not what this story promises but I needed it. I hope you all would like it. The next chapter will be up very soon but it'll be shorter than the usual length. Till then, Okay... umm... okay bye!