The Death of Asgard : Part I

"SIF!"

Abaddon bolted from the tree and rushed to catch Sif's body just as she began to hit the ground.

Time seemed to run in slow motion as he lowered her onto her back gently.

His eyes kept darting back and forth between the large hole in her chest and the fleeting light in her blue eyes.

Shock was apparent across her face, but she was at least aware of his presence in the moment. 

She was trying her best to speak, but no words would come out of her mouth.

However, he could read her lip movements well enough.

'I'm sorry…'

A horrendous situation like this had never made him want to laugh so much.

Abaddon exhaled deeply; emitting a wave of aether from within his very lungs. 

Color slowly returned to Sif's cheeks as the hole in her body gradually closed up. 

But Abaddon couldn't take his eyes off of the area she was struck no matter how long he tried. 

Sif was a minor goddess.