When he first wakes up— half dead and delirious, Loki sees the moon.
He thinks that he’s outside, and that he’s dying, and worst of all that he is never going to see her again. His mouth moves, and his parched throat burns, and he manages, just barely, to gasp out her name.
‘Sif,’ he breathes, and if he weren’t so disoriented then he might be crying.
But the moon smiles, and it’s her, and he realizes that everything is going to be okay.