Chaos
Ghost of You
-LokixSif Suspense AU-
The ghost of you is all that I have left
Is all that I have left of you to hold
I wake in the night to find there's no one there but me
and nothing left of what we were at all
He startled as a bullet whizzed past his head. "What the-?" The crowd scattered at the gunshot, screams and cries echoing off the narrowly spaced buildings. Loki felt a hand grip his arm and pull him through the throng.
More gunshots. More screams.
He fell into an alley, and the young scholar supported himself on the wall; however, his reprieve was short-lived as the hand around his arm tore him away from his crutch, and into the back-alleys of Paris.
Now, separated from the crowd, Loki looked at his savior - not that there was much to see. Her hair and face was shadowed by a headscarf, and the only view he had was from behind. But still, she seemed familiar to him, despite her mystery.
The couple drew to a stop behind a small patisserie, and the man could smell the fresh pastries baking inside. His mind, however, was with the woman, would had yet to turn to face him.
"Why have you taken me here?"
"The shooters were after you. They don't know these streets as well as I do. This is the safest place for now," the woman replied before starting forward. "Stay here for about a half hour, then get on a plane and go back home. This city is no safe haven for you."
"Wait! You're really going to leave me with that? Shooters after me? Don't be ridiculous! And who are you to be giving orders to me, anyway-"
"Just go!" The woman tensed, her hands clenched at her sides.
Loki growled. "No." He reached out, grasping her shoulder tightly. "And you're going to show me just who the hell you are."
He spun her around, pushing her against the brick of the shop, and froze.
She stared up at him with determined hazel eyes, her lips set in a stubborn line that he recalled kissing away many a time before. Loki dropped his hand a backed away.
"…Sif?"
"Loki, I can explain-"
"Explain what? How my dead wife is back from the grave? Please, enlighten me!" She remained silent, but her eyes broke from their gaze upon his. "You are dead, Sif. I saw you die. I held your hand! I was there!"