Epilogue
Thor’s POV:
She’s gone, I have failed him. This is the mantra repeating in my head, as though on a loop, ever since I heard Percy’s quiet plea. Before she was taken by that, that horrid excuse for a being. For what else could I do, having failed my commander so. After the battle was won, and the wounded taken care of, Mischief, my brave brother in arms, returned me to the home of my fair Lady Jane. The time I had been gone seeming much longer than the single night it had truly been. After the events with the Son of Coul, reuniting with my friends from Asguard, and the battle with the Destroyer the time went quickly, yet before I knew it I was to return home with my powers restored. I kissed my Lady Jane farewell. I hugged my brave Lightning Sister. I agreed to be allies with the Son of Coul. And then, we were off.
The fight with the frost giants was glorious if brief, but I could find no joy in the battle, for my mind was on the news I had yet to deliver. Reuniting with Loki should have been a joyful affair, but he had always been the more observant of the two of us and, as we stood staring at each other across the expanse of the Bifrost, it was plain to see that he could tell something was wrong.
“What brother, are you not joyous of your return, the great Prince Thor in all of his glory.” The snide remark, for we both knew it was simply a jest, did not rile me as it usually would have. “What’s wrong, for I saw nothing this terrible happen during your escapades in the Puente Antiguo with your darling Lady Jane.” With a deep sigh, I begin to describe what had occurred.
“Loki, brother, I- while on Midguard Void sent Mischief to retrieve me so that I might aid them in their battle. After the battle was won, there was a bright light and she-. Brother, Existi he- he took her. She traded herself to him to save the rest of us. We couldn’t- there was nothing that we could do. I’m so, so sorry.”
“No. You lie. She can’t be gone.”
In horror, I watch as Loki stumbles backwards, the pain of losing Void blinding him to his surroundings. I try to call out a warning, but I am too slow, and he falls over the side of the Bifrost. Scrambling forwards, I grab onto the hand that had caught a hold of the edge, only to look into the eyes of my brother, whom I hold so dear, and see a broken reflection looking back on me.
“Please brother, grab my other hand. We will find her.”
“Thor, you know as well as I do that there is no chance of her surviving. No other has. Goodbye brother, I’m sorry.”
With his last words barely reaching me, having been said at such a quiet volume, I watch as he lets go of my hand. Before I can grab ahold with my other hand, he slips from my grasp. I sit there, half hanging off of the Bifrost until the Allfather finds me, staring into the space where he fell. For now, instead of just a sister, I have lost a brother as well.
To be continued…