Sifki Week, Day 7- Ragnarok

In which the End has come and Loki only wishes to meet it by her side.

It was pure chaos, and not the kind Loki usually reveled in. No, this was not caused by well-placed words or carefully manipulated situations. This was violent and bloody and for once not his fault; well, not entirely at least. This was the end.

This was Ragnarok.

Fire fell from the darkened sky, crashing into the earth and forming molten craters. The city had already been decimated, only rubble remained as a reminder of the once golden glory of Asgard. Hordes of monsters and beasts of all kinds roamed about, attacking Asgardians and each other alike. Every able-bodied citizen of Asgard had taken up arms, trying to drive the creatures back, to make a dent in their seemingly never-ending numbers. In short, it was bedlam.

Loki knew it was all in vain, of course. There was no stopping The Twilight of the Gods. Yet he fought on, futile as it was, hurling both daggers and magic at every foe that dared to cross the prince's path. He would not accept death easily, no, he would persist as long as needed. Until he found her.

He had long ago lost track of Thor and the others, though he found a strange comfort every time lightning flashed across the shadowed sky, sometimes catching glimpses of familiar armor through the haze. He had seen Heimdall, golden and tall, cleaving a fire demon in two before his attention was forced elsewhere, and then he had seen the watchman no more. Fandral and Hogun had made a stand around an injured Volstagg, fighting off wave after wave of dark, smoke-like creatures, but Loki was unable to reach them before a well-placed blow by a troll had sent him hurtling through the remnants of a building or two. He had not seen them again.

But still he fought on, searching. Turning at every glimpse of black hair, looking for the familiar maroon and silver armor, listening for the well-known battle cries. Loki had promised he would find her, when the first waves descended upon them and they were torn apart by battle. Lies were his forte, but on this he would remain true. He would not allow his last words to her to be false.

So he looked. He sought high ground when he could, seeking a better vantage point, the furrow in his brow deepening every minute he could not find her. Part of his mind assured him she was fine, probably enjoying this battle of all battles, if he knew her at all. But another part, the part that registered the bodies all around him, that part was worried, more worried than he had ever been.

As he reached the top of another pile of rubble that he vaguely thought resembled the palace stonework, he caught sight of a figure in a distant crater, fighting off an impossibly large number of creatures, yet felling each in turn with seeming ease.

Sif.

Loki raced down the slope, barely catching himself before he fell headlong into the rocks a few times, heedless of the danger ahead of him, his only thought to reach her.

When he finally made it to the lip of the crater he looked down in nervous anticipation, afraid of what he might find. The prince breathed a sigh of relief when he watched her dispatch an enemy with little effort, leaving her the only being alive in the crater. A wide smile crept across his face as he hurriedly made his way to her, not even bothering with his usual semblance of decorum. He cried her name and broke into a run when she whipped around to face him, her eyes lighting up at the sight of him.

Sif breathed out his name as he ran to her, dropping her weapons as he reached her and swept her up into his arms. Their lips met in desperation, each trying to convey all their emotions in that one action.

When they finally pulled back, Loki stared into her eyes, reaching up to brush a few strands of hair from her face. "I wasn't sure I would be able to find you," he admitted reluctantly, his voice soft and raw with emotion, hand cupping her cheek.

Sif was taken aback for a moment, surprised by such an open display of emotion from her stoic prince. But she supposed if there was ever a time for it… "You needed only follow the trail of dead beasts left in my wake," she teased, wishing to see that smile of his again, the one he only showed to her.

"Hmm, apparently," he murmured looking at the corpses around them.

"I knew you would find me," she told him firmly, forcing his eyes back to her. "I never doubted it for a moment, my prince."

Loki smiled gently at her before his face fell, worry taking over. "But what does it really matter?" he asked, stepping back from her and gesturing around them. "This is Ragnarok! It is all over! What is the point in fighting?"

Sif regarded him sternly. "I've never known you to be one to run from a fight, Loki," she told him. "And you know I most certainly am not," she added, one hand on her hip as she cocked her head to the side. "So what else can we do but fight?"

"But we do not know what will happen to us," he insisted, unsure of what he was trying to convince her. There was nowhere to escape to, and even if there was Sif would never abandon Asgard; not even to save her own life. "We will most likely be killed, and then perhaps be reborn, but how? As ourselves? Would we even remember each other? Our lives together?" he cried almost hysterically, only lowering his voice when she touched his shoulder gently, noticing the sad look on her face. "Or we may end up in Valhalla, I'm sure you would enjoy that," he offered, pleased to see a small smile make its way to her lips. "Or we may even survive this, though that is quite unlikely. And what would there be left worth surviving for?" he questioned, more to the universe than her or himself. "Either way it is the end of this way of life, certainly."

"Come then, let us face the end head on! Together," she declared, holding out her hand to him.

Loki smirked, he had expected no less from War herself. He gripped her hand tightly, meeting her hazel eyes, committing the shade to memory. She returned his smirk and they both turned towards the raging battle they could hear outside of the crater, readying their weapons.

"Together."

This is my last Sifki Week story. I will work on uploading my other Sifki drabbles in a new story soon, so keep an eye out for that.

I am also accepting prompts for any Sifki stories or drabble continuations you would like to see (I haven't gotten a Sifki prompt in awhile), so feel free to send me one via PM or on my tumblr (dragonqueenofall).

Thank you for reading!