#infinity plot

"Were you all truly foolish enough to think me capable of death?  I am disappointed with the majority of you."

So I tried to be subtle and make him an entirely new account for his return from the 'grave', but even when I gave it away, no one seemed to get it.  I have more followers on this account (thank you to everyone who stayed during my hiatus), so moving him (currently her) here!

This is the same Loki from infinity plot, this is not a reboot.

No one but Sigyn knows who he is.

If your character can sense magic they can sense it and eventually figure it out.

"You can die, Loki." “You have no idea what I am,” Loki assured her, his tone dark and bitter. ”No one does.”

In the surrounding quiet of the snow that fell, the clash of weapons nearby was startling.  Loki stood from the hit that had thrown him nearly a mile away, easily rushing back to where Thor fought Thanos on his own.  And he realized all at once that this could not be.  

In no time at all Sif stood back in Asgard. Her destination chosen precise; she would waste no time.

 The guards before her tensed for sharp moment at her intrusion. "Peace be," she called, stowing her sword. They would know her fast enough. Sif stepped forward slow and pushed back her hood. "I bring back that which was stolen," raising the bag and opening it to push back the cloth enough to catch glimpse of the gleaming metal and a shade of gem. "Please go inform the Allfather," she asked, gaze hard as she glanced to the two men, the bag snapped shut. 

They obeyed and Sif stepped forward, whispering words to unlock the first door. She knew the protections that guarded the vault. She had been shown such, trusted with such and the Goddess knew the weight of her duties. Faithful Sif, perhaps that was what they should call her. 

She passed through the various protections and obstacles without trouble, nodding to the last set of guards as she strode down the stairs and they parted for her. 

She marched the Gauntlet to its empty plinth, crouching to a knee to pull it out from the trappings. Sif moved careful but quick, each movement with intent as she unwrapped the weapon out and raised it up to rest again where it was meant. It hummed at her, but so did much else in the vault. This place full of power and magic and long passed ages. The metal cold to the touch and for her it was hard to imagine it might ever feel warm no matter what. 

This whole war had been a cold one for her.

There would be protections needed to be relaid, but that was not her duty. Odin would be told and she would make proper meetings in time. The Gauntlet stood as if it had never left and her broken heart found that too fitting. everything changed, and yet nothing.

Thor rested, clinging to life and it had been long night and day before she felt ready to leave his side. Before she had been encouraged to do so enough that she would listen. Before she would tear her hand from him, a hummingbird thrum of worry in chest to remove hersalf.  A heart ridden part of her cared far more for Thor's healing than the Gauntlet or any other. But in time, she did relent, such was her duty after all. 

Footfall back upon Midgard, ice and snow and the smell of dead blood and reeking magic in the desolate cold.  She marched toward the body, brought back to right where she had left with the two Odinsons what felt like too long ago.

Fitting. It was all fitting. 

Wind sang harsh and she poured oil over the Titan's corpse dispassionately. She said no words of prayer nor ease. This was not that kind of burning. Her work was careful and methodical, the skein emptied of each drop until the leather cried for it. Tied back to her belt when the body was drenched and ready.

A single conjured flame - one of the few spells she could do with any surety- passed from fingertip to corpse to send the oil up in flames.  Sif stepped back, eyes tracing the  fire as it spread, slow for a few flickers before it began to engulf what was left of the Titan.

The Goddess watched in stillness. Hood pulled over head and she stood like steel against the winds and snow as the darkness lit up with the fire. Flesh began to burn in that familiar crude scent and it bothered her none. Bright flickers against her, glancing off dark eyes and she only watched with cruel satisfaction.  Mind empty but the things that ran under her skin too many and nameless to count. Such days. Such weeks. And this was how it ended. Burning the great Mad Titan's corpse with her blade still immaculate. With her love wounded and her...with Loki dead.