Memory Stains is Where You Linger
Sif had been hiding for nearly one thousand years, blending in with the mortals of Midgard and adopting their ways. However, infuriating as they were, she had learned to love them.
"Loki," she whispered in the midst of her thoughts, her breath fogging the window of her new-found home.
"You remember my name? How delightful," said the King.
"You don't belong here," she sneered.
"Neither do you," he scoffed, "But I have reason to be here. I search for my Queen, and should she not return with me I shall burn the unruly realm in which she so pathetically loves."