"Oh, I won't ask for much this Christmas,"
Jessie hums along to the song playing on the radio as she fixes herself a cup of coffee, her back to the kitchen door. “I won’t even ask for snow…“ She trails off, singing over the words as she puts a packet of popcorn seeds into the microwave. “Oh, no. No more snow!” She hums the rest, unsure of the words before joining in, a little off key, “Baby, all I want for Christmas, is you!”
ooooh are you taking fic prompts? sif/loki, though you cannot see me
She asks Heimdall once or twice, says Thor has sent her to check on the progress of the hunt: the watchman’s answer is always the same.
After some months she stops coming, but in quiet moments Loki is never far from her wandering thoughts.
After a year, the Allfather’s gaze turns to Midgard, and Sif need search no more.