Sàga was getting out of practice in her hunting skills. Ever since having little Narfi, she had been bedridden from the strain and from blood loss during the birth. Loki had done so much for her. She owed it to him to finish what she started. He needed this revenge to…right? Now, however, she was back on the hunt. Her prey was Sif. Perhaps this would be all she needed to get the closer she so desperately needed in this chapter of her life. Loki and Thor had said that confronting one's enemies brings closure.

She caught Sif off guard after putting sleep herbs in her mead and dragged her into a boat hidden from those who passed. It had taken nearly two days to find a chance to spike her drink. The servant that served mead had been preoccupied with flirting, so Sàga took the chance to add the herbs Eir taught her about.

"Wake up," Sàga said, tapping her cheek with her claw.

This time she opted out of using the knife. It wasn't her style, and last time she used it, Loki had been wary of her. Was he suspicious? It didn't matter. She was going to go about this the old-fashioned way with teeth and nails. It was much more personal. Sàga just hoped it wouldn't hurt Narfi to take bites out of her remaining prey. She was desperately craving raw meat.

"What in the…Lady Sàga? What happened? Where…where are we?" Sif mumbled as she tried to move in her rope bonds. "W-What is this?! Unhand me! Loki! Loki I know thou art there. Thine wife is too stupid to think this up. Loki!" she spat trying to twist her head around.

"Shhh," Sàga said, covering her mouth. "Or Sàga will tie mouf."

"You and that bastard Jotun can rot in Hel! Help! Thor! Volstagg!"

Anger and fear filled Sàga. Did she not realize what she had done to Sàga?! She and those Warriors betrayed Loki and her when they brought Thor back. It was treason! Then because of them, Sàga lost her first baby, Vali, and she was hurt over and over again by the bad men. Did she say anything like an apology? No! No! She just let Sàga suffer.

Sàga realized vaguely she was screaming.

She couldn't see anything anymore but the color of blood, yet her claws somehow found their way to her throat. There was no actual blood. Sàga could hear her panicked yell as she held her throat tight in her hands. She continued until she felt her windpipe begin to give way under her hold. Then she released Sif's throat, and she began to hack, wheeze, and choke. Sàga lifted her face and slapped her roughly, making her head snap to the side.

She ripped her tunic and slashed her stomach with her nails. It was like digging through squishy, warm mud. She screamed, but Asgard had gone to sleep. No one would be helping her tonight. Sàga slashed three more cuts, taking out a chunk of skin, muscle and fat; blood spurted and covered them both like a hot shower. Some of it even dripped into the sand under the boat.

Sàga cleared her eyes of blood and looked to see vital organs: stomach, liver, lungs, entrails, all of it. She was alive, and yet all of her organs were out in the open. Sàga absentmindedly wondered what she had to eat throughout the day. Sif screamed as her knife-like claws slid through the lining of her stomach. Sif screamed even louder then.

When she made the cut, acids began to leak out, burning and dissolving her other organs into foul-smelling mush. Sàga made the cut larger, and the acids began to pour, slowly dissolving her insides. It would take hours for her to die this way. Sàga giggled as she watched Sif writhe and squirm.

"Sif? Sif?! Sif!"

A body collided with Sàga from behind.

A tuft of red beard tumbled over her shoulder, and instantly, she knew: Volstagg. This would be better. She could kill two birds with one stone. Sàga scooped up Sif's stomach and shoved it into Volstagg's face. He screamed and retched as he tumbled over the edge of the boat and into the sand below. Sàga followed and ripped her claws over his face. Blood spurted out over the sand as he rolled to his side. Sàga used to opportunity to bite into his neck, taking out a massive chunk of flesh with her teeth.

"W-Wh-Wh-" he rasped.

"Oh…Volstagg," Sif moaned out with her final wheezes of breath.

"Betray Asgard. Make Sàga get hurt. Make lose baby. I make lose life."

With that, she made her final slice. She cut through his throat and used her teeth to crack his spine from behind. He died quickly only because she liked him the most out of the Warriors. He was still guilty though, and so he had to die. Now though she had to go home. Narfi would need feeding, and Loki couldn't help her with that.