"I'm sorry master, forgive me." The child voice of Glacies cried. "I would have gotten him, it would have been so easy. But Lady Sif got in the way. If not for her!"

"You grew over confident." Loki snapped. "You wanted to take time to toy with him and mock him, and as much as I can relate this is of the most importance!"

"I can try again!" Glacies cried. "I just need to recharge that's all!"

"And how long will that take you?" Loki seethed. "Hours? Days? Months… No. You failed. And indeed you should be ashamed, it should have been easy for you."

"What do you intend to do now master?" Glacies asked.

"Now, more subtle means must be used. Lady Sif has become aware of the area we are targeting. Though she doesn't even know of Thors true predicament. We must trike him quietly so she doesn't see. She wont even know that her beloved Thor has succumbed right in front of her eyes." Loki stated, then he smiled. "Ah how sweet… If she realizes first after. He was there but she was of course to blind to see. It would be a good lesson indeed, and well deserved."

"She is looking for him, is that not so?" Glacies asked.

"Yes… Sif has spend the years looking. Wandering the mortal world, searching for Thor. How sweetly ironic that he was right in front of her and she didn't even see." Loki smiled. "Blind as ever… She will learn."

And Glacies laughed. "I can't way to I see the look on her face!"

Loki smirked. "Me neither."

Donald blinked as he walked towards the hospital building… It had been a day since the big ice incident. The hospital had been evacuated and closed down until the building had been secured.

Already there were workers with hard helmets and people with S.H.I.E.L.D. insignia on their backs walking around the place. Plastic barriers in bright colours had been sat up to keep the public out and there were even several cameras from new stations standing around with journalists talking to the camera.

The building itself though seemed fine, the ice had all melted a while again. The air was hot and crisp as it ought to be in July. The biggest thing off was the big puddles of mud and water all across the building.

"Do not speak to me mortal!"

Donald turned to see that woman from yesterday, lady Sif with her sword and a journalist stupid enough to try and interview her.

The journalist with her long blond hair and healthy and visible cleavage was apparently just as dumb as she looked.

"Come on, just us girls! Girl power!" The journalist said. "You go girl, we need some female super heroes! What is your hero name? Or don't you have one yet?" she asked. "How about Mega power strong woman?" she asked.

In response Sif pulled out her sword making the journalists eyes widen.

"HEY!" Donald shouted earning Sif's attention. "Let go of that sword! You can't go around threatening people with swords!"

Sif seethed. "Do not dare to command me mortal." she asked but thankfully let go of the sword.

The journalist looked pale and clearly debating what to do… Donald bit his lip, she was going to try and interview Sif again. That wouldn't go well and he made his way over there. "Perhaps you would like my story instead?" he offered then pulled out his wallet and found his medical licence. "My name is Doctor Donald Blake, I was working in the hospital yesterday when the event happened."

The journalist gasped. "You're an eye witness! That's wonderful. Please sir, if you would come over here."

Donald sighed deeply, he really wasn't in the mood for an interview. But it was a ton better than to watch the poor journalist get her head literately chopped off. Donald had a sinking feeling that is exactly what would have happened if she had kept pestering Sif.

The interview did turn out to be very tiresome, and the journalist didn't really proof herself to be any smarter than what Donald had first assumed. Thankfully she didn't seem like a bad person at all, just an air head.

Finally that was over and Donald looked around trying to locate Sif again… She wasn't that far away. All agents had decided to just walk a big circle around her and not disturb her, apparently having figured it just wasn't worth the hazzle.

Donald straightened his shoulders and cleared his throat, before taking a deep breath and made his way over there.

Sif didn't move, but stood with her back to Donald looking at the building, her hair swaying in the wind and Donald coughed into his hand,

"Excuse me. Ms."

Sif hissed, her hands tightening. "How many times do I need to tell you mortals." she asked. "Do not speak to me."

Donald frowned annoyed. "The entire hospital froze over yesterday, and a big ice wolf attacked us. You seem to know what is going on. I think we have a right to know as well."

That made Sif blink and then she turned to finally look at Donald who stood his ground. Finally Sif smirked. "You got guts mortal." then she frowned her eyes looking over him. "You were there yesterday." she commented. "I saw you."

"Yes. I was." Donald replied. "I work in there, one of my patients almost died because of what happened. What happened?" he asked.

"Lokis servants has started to roam this realm." Sif informed. "He is regaining power."

Donalds eyes widened… Loki… That name… It was important. He had heard it before. "Loki?" he asked and as he said it, the name felt so familiar in his mouth. Then he hissed as he held his head, it felt like an iron hot spear had been jammed right in there and a white flash appeared in front of his eyes as he hissed.

"You do not need to worry yourself about that mortal." Sif stated. "I shall find Thor and we shall defeat Loki ones and for all. He shall not be allowed to rise again."

Thor….

"Who…" Donald stated to ask but had to bow together. The head ache was so strong and he hissed as he dropped his cane and fell to the ground.

Sif looked down at him then rolled her eyes. Though as Donald grabbed her head she finally seemed to look worried.

"Are you hale?" Sif asked.

"My head…" Donald hissed. "It hurt so much."

"Come now Thor surely this challenge is not to much."

"Never dear brother! Just watch me Loki!"

"Loki this has to stop! This is madness!"

"Madness dear brother? Oh you haver never even seen madness dearest mighty Thor!"

Donald hissed as he laid on the ground, then felt himself being picked up by a pair of incredible strong arms. Lady Sif, easily lifting him as if he weighed nothing more than a light fluffy pillow.

"I'm… Sorry." Donald whispered.

Sif sighed deeply. "Let's just get you out of here." she muttered as she carried Donald with her to one of the shield cars. "He needs help." she simply informed an agent.

"Lay him down, carefully." The agent gestured. "We'll handle it, thank you mam."

Donald groaned as he was gently being put down and a man bowed over him.

"Sir. I'm a medic." The man informed. "What's wrong? Please, can you tell me what's happening."

"My… head…" Donald whispered. "It hurts."

"Is migraines normal for you?" The man asked.

Donald shook his head. "No… I never tried anything like this before…"

The hammer, the silver hammer was shining and singing from its little cave. Master… Master I am here! Master all you need to do is pick me up. Master!