So i stuck to my word and finished the second part of ch 5. sorry there is no Thor or Jane this is a Sif thing :P hope you like Thor and Jane will return soon hopefully by the end of the month ill have a long ch 6. also i havent been putting disclaimers but i obviously dont own Marvel anything or Thor and trust me i wish i owned Loki/Tom Hiddleston ;) this chapter is not even a chapter it is extremely short and not trying to be naggy but i need reviews with the possible names for the healer... i have none picked out please help -E

Part 2 of CH 5: Sif's Healer

Meanwhile on Asgard:

Sif loved Thor and was upset she found this healer of hers attractive, perhaps it was the strong herbs affecting her. Surprisingly she was badly beaten and could feel almost all of the pain. She was a strong warrior with her own style and attitude. Life on Asgard was not easy but she was well respected as one of Thor's warrior friends. She watched the healer with blurry eyes, he was leaving, and he was going to the door of the tent. She felt a pang for him leaving although he didn't exactly leave; he was by the door exchanging words with the two elder healers. When he looked her way Sif felt some weird fluttering and thought something was wrong but she just passed it by as pain. Seeing that Sif was awake he bid the others goodbye and collected a bowl of water, a cloth, herbs, and bandages. He put some herbs in the luke warm water and inspected Sif's old wrappings. She hissed when he lifted the sticky bandages from her cut skin. She watched him carefully before she chose to speak to him. She was still fuzzy all around but he heard her clear her throat and jumped but calmed soon after, she hoped she made sense. "I am Lady Sif, thank you for tending to my wounds, although being a skilled warrior I shouldn't have lost with as many wounds as I have." She was being arrogant and I little loopy, he understood her and wondered if she understood herself. "It is no problem at all my Lady, for it was what I was born to do." He sighed at the end like he did and didn't like talking about healing and what he does. "What is thy name? If I may be permitted to ask that of you." He had just finished dressing her wounds and got up to dispose of the old bandages. He returned to her side and she was almost asleep again but tries to stay awake to learn his name.