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OG616 : Thor: The Dark World - Pt.2 [Isolation]
[My masterlist, where all parts of this and my other fics can be found]
Pairing: Loki / Sigyn (basically an oc based off the marvel/myth namesake)
Warnings: None. again, unless you want a warning for sad sigyn and loki
Author’s Note: This one’s a bit longer. Apologies in advance for me being such a horse girl, I can’t help myself.
Taglist: @high-functioning-lokipath , @onaheroicmission
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After Frigga left, Sigyn looked around her room. With the exception of her dirty riding boots off in the corner and a few books and papers lying around, the room was practically untouched, as intended.
What would he want?
She paced a moment. Stopped. The bed… She smoothed her fingertips over the soft, velvety bedspread. Deep sapphire, with silvery accents. She smiled slowly, thinking of countless lazy mornings spent under it. He’ll like this.
She turned, surveying the room. Think. What will he be doing? Probably lots of reading… I should send him books. Where does he like to read...
She looked to their set of chairs and accompanying footstools, which were covered in a similar soft, deep blue fabric. Perfect.
Sigyn gathered a few more things: The book he’d been reading before his fall. A pitcher of water - and one of his favorite wines. A book of spells. Finally, she grabbed a sheet of paper and wrote a short note before folding the paper and tucking it into one of the books. Perhaps she’d do this again, in the future - send him books with letters, little love notes reminding him that someway, somehow, they’d see each other again. She clutched the book to her chest.
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Later, Sigyn went to Frigga, explaining what she wanted sent to Loki. The queen assured her the items would reach him, and explained she’d arranged for a few other pieces to be sent. Namely a bed, and a washing stand. But before Sigyn left, Frigga stopped her.
“Child,” Frigga said.
Sigyn turned, facing her. “Yes?”
“Please, do not seek Loki out. The Allfather has forbade you do so.”
Sigyn exhaled, nodding. She’d guessed Odin would forbid it - he’d be a fool not to. But then, perhaps he was a fool to think he could keep her away from him…
“I know.”
Frigga looked at her pointedly. “Promise me you won’t go to him yet. For now, these gifts will have to do.”
Silence hung between them.
“Promise me, Sigyn. Please. If you want any chance of seeing him, you must be patient.”
Sigyn’s shoulders sunk slightly. She nodded. “I.. I promise. I’ll wait. I trust you to tell me when it’s.. Suitable.. To speak to him.”
Frigga stood a moment, considering her words. “Good. Thank you.”
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Loki stood in the center of a crisp, white room. It felt sterile. Cold. Contrasting with what sat in the room - a bed, which he supposed Frigga must have had sent. It was plain, only having sheets and a set of plain pillows atop it. Perhaps Odin would only allow so much comfort. Besides that, and a washing stand with a bowl of clean water, the only other thing in the room was himself.
He turned to his right, faced the glowing orange barrier that separated him from the outside world.
Would death have been better than this? This life, separated from everyone and everything? Hatred was better than apathy, that much he knew. But isolation…
Could he find solace in it?
The dungeon doors opened. A troop of Einherjar, accompanied by a few women - thralls, by the looks of it - walked to Loki’s cell.
“Stand back.” Tyr, the Einherjar leader and seasoned old warrior, held his sword at the ready. The sorcerer at Tyr’s side cast a spell, and the barrier slowly receded, fading like an ebbing tide.
Loki smiled coyly and stepped back with his hands held aloft. “Why, I had no idea you’d bring me gifts..” He eyed the furniture they brought in, his brow furrowing slightly. That chair - one from his bedroom. His footstool. The women brought in water, wine, and fruit, all set on a table. Another woman placed a pile of blankets on his bed - no, not just any blankets. His blankets. Finally, another woman set two books in front of him and quickly backed away, behind the Einherjar whose spears were pointed at Loki’s throat.
“How very generous.” Loki sneered at the warriors.
“These are not ours,” Tyr said as the sorcerer re-cast his spell. The barrier flowed back in place, seeming to solidify. “They are from your wife.”
Loki merely watched him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Instead, he kept his jaw firm, his expression unwavering. “Send my regards.”
Tyr gave him a look. Without another word, the troop left, the heavy dungeon door shutting behind them with an echoing thunk.
Loki glanced at the food and water, only now realizing how hungry he was. Touched the back of the chair - still soft. Walked to the books, picking one up in each hand. The first, he recognized as one of his favorites - a book of spells he often reviewed. He sat it to the side. The second, he realized was a book he’d been reading through before, though had never finished…
He swallowed. Dragged his fingers along the old cover, then tugging the bookmark gently, he flipped it open to the page he’d left it at.
A piece of paper fell to the ground. He caught it just in time, standing back upright and setting the book aside to unfold the note. It was Sigyn’s handwriting.
My dear husband…
Words cannot express my love for you, nor the pain I have felt in your absence.
I cannot imagine the pain and anger you must feel. But believe me when I say, you are not alone. You are never alone. Mother and I are here for you.
We will find a way to help you. And in time, we will be together again.
I love you.
Yours always, Sigyn
Loki’s gaze drifted up from the note, to the barrier of his cell, then beyond it to the door.
Out and to the left. Up, until you reached the main level of the palace. Then up again, with a few turns, would lead you to their room - it was safe there. A place entirely their own, calm and quiet and familiar. She’d be waiting there - waiting for him.
She was probably waiting now, after Odin demanded she be kept there.
Both of us in isolation.
Loki folded the note, tucking it back into the book, which he left on the table. He walked to the bed. Grabbing the blanket, he brought it up to his face - his fingers twitching into a fist as he did. It smelled like her, sweet and warm. He closed his eyes, breathing in the scent…
After a moment, he opened his eyes. Laid down on the bed, on his side, clutching the blanket in a tight embrace.
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Weeks passed. Sigyn kept her promise to Frigga, never once daring to venture too close to the dungeons. Eventually, she grew bored of staying in the palace, where her good behavior would be on display for all the Einherjar, who were no doubt reporting her actions to the king. It had been long enough, hadn’t it? She could stand to leave the safety of Valaskjalf and venture into the city...
So one morning Sigyn slipped on her boots and sleek riding outfit and went to the stables. She could feel the Einherjar’s gaze follow her as she walked, as though expecting her to make a beeline for the dungeons. And as much as she desperately wanted to run down there as fast as her legs could carry her, she still had a promise to keep. She had to wait.
She reached the stables just as the bleak morning gave way to golden sun. Breathed in the deep, calming scent of hay. She smiled.
“Princess,” A stablehand greeted her, walking one of the horses in from pasture. “Shall I saddle your horse?”
“I’ll saddle him, thank you.”
The boy nodded. “He’s out in the eastern paddock.”
Sigyn thanked him, making her way through the grand stable - a few friendly faces greeted her along the way, big brown and blue eyes turning her way, ears swiveling to catch her footsteps when she passed.
Out in the paddock stood her sturdy dapple grey horse, Villieldr. His name meant wildfire - a name which suited his free spirited nature. Next to him, a chestnut whose satiny coat shone the same color as rust: Sinir. Sinewy, his name meant, and his lean, muscular figure certainly reflected that. They were both geldings, and after so many rides together over the years, they’d become close stablemates.
“Sinir,” Sigyn cooed, and the chestnut turned her way, twitching his shoulder. Loki’s horse always had a soft spot for her. Villieldr walked out to meet Sigyn, his velvety muzzle blowing grass-scented air over her face. “Mm, I missed you too.” She giggled, gently pushing his nose away.
Sinir ambled over, and Villieldr tilted his ears back at the approach.
“Hush, you baby.” Sigyn scratched under his chin, then turned to the chestnut. “Hello, friend. I’m sorry Loki hasn’t been around to see you… You must be missing him, too.”
Sinir lowered his head as she stroked his neck.
“In fact… Forgive me, Vill, but I think Sinir needs some proper attention.”
After giving Sinir breakfast and a thorough brushing, then dressing him in the tack Loki had chosen for him, Sigyn eased into the saddle. She clicked her tongue, and he sprung forward, eager to finally be going somewhere. All the horses were allowed to roam the paddocks throughout the day on a regular rotation - and when necessary, stable hands would exercise them. But Sinir had, no doubt, been bored in his master’s absence. Loki was forever his favorite person.
Villieldr’s distraught whinnies carried over the wind. He was pacing at the portion of the paddock nearest to the entrance, snorting, with his ears pinned back.
“I’ll be back tomorrow!” Sigyn smiled despite herself when Villieldr whinnied again, and led Sinir down toward the city.
Through the streets they rode, past houses and merchants and taverns, down to the rainbow bridge.
Sinir tensed beneath her when they approached the Bifrost, his trot growing choppy.
“Want to run?” She stood in the saddle, squeezing his sides - he didn’t need any other signals. Sinir moved into a hurried canter, then soon into a gallop, bouncing Sigyn down the bridge until she found his stride.
By the time they made it to the observatory, Sinir’s coat shone with sweat.
“Ho,” Sigyn slowed him down, slipping out of the saddle once he was still. “What a brilliant boy you are,” Sigyn stroked his neck and he arched it, his head low. “Thank you for the ride.” She ground tied him, then walked into the Observatory.
“How fare the realms, Heimdall?”
The Gatekeeper stood with his back turned to her, staring out the grand window of the Observatory. Naturally, he wasn’t at all surprised by her approach.
“Full of unrest, my lady. Raiders continue to pillage and plunder, souls are left lost without homes.”
Sigyn stopped next to him, crossing her arms. “I suppose there’s no way to help from here...”
“Einherjar have been dispatched across the realms. Prince Thor, as well.”
“And the Warriors Three?”
“Mm.” Heimdall nodded. “They fight bravely.”
“Do you see Midgard, Heimdall?”
“Of course.”
“How do they fare?”
“After the battle?”
Sigyn nodded.
“Humans are surprisingly resilient creatures - they will rebuild. Even now, Thor’s new friend Stark rebuilds his tower.”
“How far can you see, Heimdall?” She inched closer to the window, watching the vastness of the sky. Even during the day, Asgard’s light only shone so far into the endlessness of Yggdrasil. There before her lay an endless ocean of space, full of planets, galaxies, and nebulae. It felt as though if she leaned too far, she’d fall into it.
She stepped back, looking at Heimdall, who was now watching her.
“What is it you seek?” He asked, seeing right through her question.
“After Loki fell, did you see him? Were you able to see him at all?”
“No.. If I had, I would have told you as soon as I found he was alive.”
Sigyn shifted her weight. Wherever Loki was, for whatever reason he was with those creatures in that mysterious abyss, none of it could be good. Something must have happened there, something that inspired him to attack Midgard…
“What about now?”
Heimdall smirked. Turned, his gaze settling on Asgard. “Reading in his bed. He seems content, all things considered.”
Sigyn exhaled a relieved breath. “Thank you.. I may return, ask you to check on him from time to time..”
“I’d be happy to, my lady.” He offered a small nod as she left.
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That night, Sigyn sat at the table in her chambers. One half of the chair set was gone, now - thought the thought of Loki using his half of it made its absence easier to bear.
She grabbed a fountain pen and a piece of parchment.
My love,
I took Sinir for a ride today. He misses you - as do I. Vill was less than enthusiastic about it, but he’ll come around. Perhaps you’re right about him being spoiled.
I hope you are enjoying the gifts, if you can call them that: they’re yours anyway, after all.
Someday we’ll go for a ride together again. I’m sure of it.
Yours, Sigyn
Sigyn folded the paper, slipping it into a book of poetry and setting it aside, to be given to Frigga in the morning. She glanced toward the bed.
Empty.
It shouldn’t be empty. Not now, not when Loki was so close…
“Promise me you won’t go to him yet.” Frigga’s words echoed in her head.
She had to be patient. But she wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep that promise…
Sigyn grabbed a blanket and settled back into the chair, closing her eyes.
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OG616 : Thor: The Dark World - Pt.1 [Lokasenna]
[My masterlist, where all parts of this and my other fics can be found]
Pairing: Loki / Sigyn (basically an oc based off the marvel/myth namesake)
Warnings: None. unless you want a warning for sigyn and loki being sad 24/7
Author’s Note: The first part of Thor 2! One of my personal favorite MCU films, and this section of the story has some of my favorite elements, too. I hope you all enjoy it!
Taglist: @high-functioning-lokipath , @onaheroicmission
To be added to the taglist, just ask me here or send a message! <3
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Sigyn anxiously awaited Thor and Loki's return. The days felt like eons. She found herself constantly listening, constantly looking for him and Loki. Every night she struggled to sleep and each morning, she would rush to see if they’d arrived.
Loki is alive, She repeated to herself yet again, He's alive and he's coming home to me.
She paced around her room, fiddling with her necklace. The chain had been replaced from constant use, but the symbol remained intact. It was afternoon, now, and she had already prepared their chambers, as she did every morning - making sure everything was exactly as it had been before Loki left, down to the book he’d read the night before the coronation, a velvet bookmark still holding his place. Untouched. Sacred.
She pressed the pendant to her lips, closing her eyes.
"I love you. I miss you." She muttered, her voice shaky. "And I will see you again soon."
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A few days later, Sigyn walked through the palace’s golden halls, on her way to visit Heimdall and see if Thor was any closer to returning. As she walked, she heard a distant, low voice.
"Return this to the weapon's vault," Thor commanded. He sounded safe. Unharmed. "Do as you will with him."
Sigyn's breath caught in her chest.
He's home.
She grabbed fistfuls of her sapphire dress, racing toward the noise. Echoes carried through the halls, and she hung onto every word she could make out.
"Allfather Odin requests you report to Vanaheim at once, my prince.”
“Very well.”
Sigyn's heart pounded in her ears. Her stomach formed knots.
Faster. Faster!
She pushed herself, sprinting as quickly as she could. Loki hadn't spoken yet.
Let him be safe. Please let him be safe.
"Princess, are you well?" A wary servant called after her. "Princess?"
Sigyn slowed, "Loki is back; I've got to see him!" She shouted back, throwing herself back into a run. She found Thor, but Loki was nowhere in sight.
"Where-" She wheeled around, desperately searching, "Thor, where is-"
"Sigyn, be still." He grabbed her arm, steadying her. "Loki is to be tried for his crimes."
"Crimes? What has he done?"
Thor paused. "A great many things."
"Tell me."
"He murdered hundreds of people, Sigyn. Innocent people. He led an army of Chitauri against Midgard. Corrupted the minds of my friends, tried to turn us against each other - he nearly destroyed an entire city."
Sigyn faltered. Her heart sunk, her shoulders dropping. "He couldn't have.."
"Sigyn, he is not the man you once knew."
She ripped herself from his grip. Thor lowered his hand, watching her. She matched his gaze, and setting her jaw firm, huffed slightly. "I need to see him."
And I need to hear his side of the story, she finished to herself.
He sighed, taking a step back.
"The throne room. Sigyn," He stopped her before she could leave, "Go to him if you must. But I warn you, you may not like what you find."
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After another short sprint, Sigyn tried a side entrance to the throne room - the main entrance was, predictably, swarming with guards and royals, all barred from the trial. But as she neared the door, she found it too was guarded by Einherjar.
"Oh, not this again! How many times must I fight past you?!" Sigyn glanced at their spears, considering how difficult it would be to simply slip past them...
"Allfather Odin commands the trial remain uninterrupted." One of the Einherjar started, but someone walked up behind Sigyn, taking her hand.
"And Allfather Odin will understand if his wife wishes to see her son. And his daughter, her husband." Frigga. She raised her other hand, and the Einherjar bowed aside.
"Thank you, mother." Sigyn whispered. Frigga smiled, though for only a moment. She looked tired. Worried. Her mouth turned in a frown, her eyes avoiding contact for too long, instead focusing on what lie ahead.
But I probably look the same.
They stopped in the shadow of Odin's throne. "Wait," Frigga cautioned quietly, and Sigyn stepped back, out of sight.
Soon, the clinking of heavy chains brought a new wave of emotion over Sigyn.
Footsteps. She took in a sharp breath.
The sound grew closer.
Her heart beat faster. She clutched her chest.
"Loki." Frigga spoke.
The footsteps stopped. Wait. Wait one moment longer.
"Hello, mother..." Loki.
Sigyn leaned over, keeling from the pain. Covered her mouth to hold back a sob. It had been so, so long since she’d heard that voice...
“...Have I made you proud?"
Sigyn gazed at Frigga. Please. Please, I can't endure this any longer.
"Please, don't make this worse.." Frigga glanced over at Sigyn. She gave a single, firm nod.
"Define worse." Loki retorted, then turned his head in surprise as Sigyn walked up to join Frigga.
Sigyn felt every footstep. Every breath.
Loki.
He looked so... Different. So foreign.
She looked past the chains, past the shackles he was clad in from head to toe.
He seemed taller. Leaner. He looked hungry. His raven locks had grown longer in his time away, now reaching his shoulders in loose curls. His clothing was darker, heavier, fit more for battle than for show.
But most of all, his eyes. His eyes had changed. She once saw in them love and adoration. Mischief. Happiness.
Now she looked into them, and all she could see was pain. It was etched into every inch of him.
Pain and bitter longing.
"Loki," She spoke, and he exhaled a heavy breath, struggling to compose himself. She let a few stray tears fall as her voice wavered. "Loki, what happened to you?"
"Enough." Odin spoke. "I will speak to the prisoner alone."
Frigga stepped back, but Sigyn only moved closer to Loki.
"The prisoner?" She stepped between him and Odin, heart still pounding, mind racing. "He is no more than a prisoner to you now?"
"Sigyn, leave us." Odin's tone grew harder.
"No. This is the prince of Asgard- He is your son!"
"Enough!" Odin shouted, loud enough to make Sigyn tremble, to make Loki narrow his eyes. "You will leave. Now. And you will remain in your chambers until I see it fit to release you."
Sigyn raised her chin, trying to seem brave past her shaking hands. "I will not be-"
"Sigyn,"
She stopped. Turned around.
Loki was watching her, a stoic expression hiding what she could only imagine was a world of pain. He managed out a single word.
"Leave." His tone was low, gentle, but left no room for argument.
She wavered.
Loyal to him. Loyal to him always.
She gave him a final, desperate glance, and obeyed.
His eyes caught sight of her necklace as Frigga led her from the throne room.
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Sigyn remained in her chambers, as directed, for several days after the trial.
She was no stranger to being kept in this room. But before, she often had Loki with her. She remembered returning to the palace one day after falling off Villieldr - he had spooked on a trail through the woods.
"Stay here, love. Rest."
Loki had said, sitting her down so he could tend to her bruises and scrapes. "How you manage to get so scuffed up, I hardly know. You’re worse than a child." He mused, waving green magic over her arm. His magic was always more gentle than the healer’s... Not that they were rough, no. But he was careful with her.
"It's not my fault," She’d retorted. “Vill is spirited, that’s all.”
"I don't blame you for it." He finished addressing her wounds, kissing her forehead. "I only wish you were more careful..."
A knock on the door pulled Sigyn from her reminiscing. Frigga stepped in, shutting the door behind herself softly.
"I have spoken with Odin… And he has permitted you leave."
Sigyn watched her, waiting for her to continue. "And?"
"And it would be in your best interest to remain, shall we say, on his good side."
Frigga smirked as a blush crossed over Sigyn's cheeks.
"I'm sorry..."
"I apologized to him on your behalf. He understands your outburst. But you must understand, Sigyn, he’s trying to protect you."
"He shouldn't try to keep me from Loki."
"You may be right." Frigga sighed, "But that is not our place to decide. Please, Sigyn. Stay out of trouble at least a day. I can only convince Odin so many times.."
Sigyn glanced away, shifting her weight.
Staying out of trouble means staying away from Loki, wherever he is.
They stood a moment in silence. Eventually, Sigyn broke it.
“What did the Allfather decide?”
Frigga folded her hands. “...Odin has decided Loki shall be imprisoned for his crimes.”
Sigyn stared at her. “What?”
“I know it’s difficult. He is still your husband, yes, just as he is still my son - but we cannot turn a blind eye to what he has done.”
“I don’t mean to turn a blind eye, I only…” Sigyn sighed, “Isn’t there some other way.. Can he stay with me, maybe here, I could-”
“I don’t think you understand..” Frigga rubbed her hands together, as she often did - and indeed, as Loki did - when she got nervous. “The only reason Loki has been allowed to live is because I vouched for him.”
Sigyn’s blood ran cold. She stepped back, steadying herself with a table.
“He... What was Odin thinking?”
Frigga gave her a pitying look. “Anger has clouded Odin’s judgement - and, I’m afraid, Thor’s as well. They won’t forgive as easily as you and I will.”
Sigyn shook. She wiped her hair back, hand trembling. “He was going to kill him… To kill him.. After all of this, to kick me out and decide Loki’s fate, to give an impossible trial with no one there, no one to speak for him…”
“From what I heard, Loki spoke for himself.” Frigga steadied her. “Hush, child. I’m sorry you’ve been put through this.. But we cannot go against Odin, and we cannot allow Loki to roam free after the crimes he has committed. You must understand, this is the best we can do.”
Sigyn felt tears drift down her cheeks. Felt Frigga envelop her in a hug.
“I-I would have given myself with him..” Sigyn whispered. “Odin would have to go through me to get to Loki.. Better dead than separated...”
“Quiet. Don’t say such things.” Frigga pulled back, holding her at arm’s length. “You must stay strong for him, yes? We mustn’t lose hope. Imprisoned or not, Loki is home. He is safe. And we shall do everything in our power to help him. Perhaps we could send him some things from your room - something to make him feel more comfortable.”
Sigyn wiped some tears away, trying to put on a brave face. Nodded. “That would be good. Is there a limit..? I-I’d hate to choose too much..”
“Choose whatever you think he’d like best. I’ll see what I can do.” Frigga’s eyes sparkled, and she gave Sigyn a small kiss on the forehead before backing away, toward the door.
“I will. Thank you - thank you so much. This will help him. We will help him.” Sigyn smiled.
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OG616 : Thor 1 - Pt.1 [The Coronation]
[My masterlist, where all parts of this and my other fics can be found]
Pairing: Loki / Sigyn (basically an oc based off the marvel/myth namesake)
Warnings: None! It’s all fluff for now.
Author’s Note: This will be an ongoing series - not sure how long it will last, but it is a Very long piece, going through each of the Thor movies, as well as some of the Avengers movies and times in-between, filling in the blanks much like the Thor: The Dark World Prelude comic and the like. I pull mostly from the MCU, with a dash of Norse myth and personal headcanons. There may be enough for a few months’ worth of content as I edit and post pieces!
If you’d like to be added for the taglist for this, please say so in the replies or message me separately, if you wish.
I hope you enjoy this story as much as I do - it’s been a personal journey for me, and I’m excited to share it. And if you don’t enjoy it? I wish you well all the same. <3
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"Loki. Lokiii, wake up."
Sigyn was met with a mere grunt.
"Loki, darling. Wake up." She leaned closer, kissing her husband's cheek - he inhaled, eyes fluttering open.
"Why should I?" He murmured, rolling onto his side to face her, eyes still droopy with sleep. "I've got you."
Sigyn reached up to brush a wispy black hair from his face. Caressed his cheek. "But Thor’s coronation is today. We can’t exactly miss it.."
Loki smiled, though it was rather forced. "Yes.. Of course. How could I forget?"
"Well, it's alright if you forget sometimes. You have me." Another kiss, and Sigyn hopped out of bed. Their chambers were bathed in the golden light of morning, a fresh breeze drifting in from the balcony. She walked to their water basin, washing her face and hands, then patting it dry with the soft towel before dressing for the day. "I’d wager the feast will be wonderful," She glanced at him as he finally left the bed, "That is, if Volstagg leaves us any."
Loki chuckled. "That would certainly be wondrous." He too washed and dressed, though quicker with the help of magic, walking to the doorway to their balcony. Sunlight shone bright over the city... He took a deep breath, leaning against the threshold. "What time is it?"
"Nearly midday, I would guess. You, my dear, are lazy." She teased, adjusting her clothes in a floor-length mirror: sleek and tailored, sapphire cloth mixed with dyed leathers. The colors contrasted with her skin - the same color as Loki’s, though her shoulder-length hair was a shade lighter. Deep brown, which matched her eyes. She brushed her hair back from her face.
"As I recall, you kept me up last night." He chuckled over his shoulder.
"I beg your pardon? You're the one who insisted on finishing just one more chapter of your book - no doubt a chapter that could have waited." Sigyn smiled.
"Now now, I- Not wearing your gown yet, darling?" He walked back to her, smoothing a hand over her shoulder.
"I was hoping to eat and visit the stables before I'm doted upon for hours.." She muttered, turning her attention to the gloves she was trying to pull on unassumingly.
"Nonsense, you should be doted upon promptly. Food can be brought to you." He kissed her forehead.
A huff. "All right, I was hoping to visit the stables."
"Mmn, as I suspected. I'm sorry, darling, but you'll do no such thing. Running off isn't permitted on such an important day." He smirked.
"I only wanted to see Villieldr."
"You'll see him tomorrow, dear one. Now, let's get you to the thralls, they'll need to start soon.."
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Hours later, Sigyn was still in a dressing room of sorts, secluded from the rest of the palace. It was golden, like the rest of Valaskjalf, though it sported a long, padded bench for her to sit on as she was tended to. Thralls - servants of the royal family, who lived and worked in the palace - had brushed her hair, prepared her gown, shined her adornments. Now they split her brown locks into long, loose curls, pulling them back into braids.
She stayed quiet, letting them do their work. Years of experience had taught her to remain completely still - or else incite the hushed grumbling and frustrated glares of the experienced hairdressers, who despised fidgety clients.
After what felt like a millennium of waiting, sitting in nothing but her shoes and a satiny slip, Sigyn was finally given her gown: deep green, with a gold armored bodice. The emerald fabric draped off her shoulders, over her neck and behind her in a sort of cape. On each arm, a golden band - and golden bracelets, which matched the headpiece they placed around her head like a crown. Golden, with a sweeping wing on each side, it was delicate and thin, shining in the light. She gazed in the mirror, smiling in spite of herself. "I do hope Loki is pleased.." She murmured, brushing her fingertips along the golden headpiece.
One of the servants giggled. Vieta, Sigyn's personal favorite and close friend, a younger girl with fiery red hair who'd taken to the princess from the start. "Let us know how he reacts." She winked.
Sigyn shared a grin with her before leaving.
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Sigyn walked past torch sconces and golden arches, carvings that had grown so familiar through the years. She smiled at memories of running between those same pillars, ducking behind them with her now-husband to avoid prying eyes. They had grown since then. She was no longer the shy, quiet girl who hid behind her father Vaskr, only speaking when spoken to. Loki, no longer the studious boy who desperately tried to impress her with spells. No, while Sigyn still had a quieter nature than most, and Loki still enjoyed his books and tomes, they were stronger together.
Now, there was no need to hide, or to feel out of place amidst the gilded walls. The palace had become her home.
"It's time." A familiar voice echoed.
"You go ahead," rumbled another.
Sigyn stepped out from behind the last pillar, smiling up at them - Thor, her brother, the crown prince, and Loki, who stood looking dumbfounded. She stopped in her tracks, gazing up at his freshly-polished armor, his sparkling eyes, his barely-parted lips that meant to speak, but simply couldn't... He looked positively gorgeous in the firelight. And by the pink of his cheeks, she figured he felt the same about her.
"You two act like a pair of newlyweds." Thor chuckled.
Sigyn snapped out of her stupor. Grinned, walked up to them both. "You know, Loki, I think Thor is jealous."
"Me? Jealous? Why-"
"Oh, yes," Loki piped up, taking Sigyn's hand and placing a firm kiss to her knuckles. "He's still single."
She giggled gently.
"Well then, brother. We’ll see you soon." Loki smirked, patted Thor on the back, and happily led Sigyn off, Thor chuckling as they left.
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Loki, still holding Sigyn's hand, continued his smug strut all the way to the throne room.
Sigyn’s grip tightened when they neared the entrance.
"All right, love?" He looked at her.
She smiled gently. "Just a bit nervous."
He turned to face her, gazing down at her a moment in silence, before breaking it. "Sigyn, you're the princess. Everyone loves you. Me most of all," He smiled. "Calm down and walk with me. I can't go in without you."
She pursed her lips, nodding. Without another word, they entered the throne room - raucous applause greeted them. Loki lifted his head higher, somehow, cradling Sigyn's hand in his as they walked down the aisle. She grinned. The excitement and anticipation in the room was palpable.
Finally, the couple stopped. Loki released her, leaving her at the bottom step to take his place just between her and Frigga, the queen. She smiled down at Sigyn, who smiled back.
Across the way stood their friends - the Warriors Three, Volstagg, Hogun, and Fandral, along with Lady Sif. Fandral winked at Sigyn, causing Loki to shift his weight, clearing his throat. Sif nudged him, exchanging a playful, knowing look with Sigyn. Fandral was a flirt - but he would never dare to try and steal any spoken-for woman. Well... No one who was spoken for by a prince, anyway.
But then the crowd grew louder still. Thor made his way down the aisle, working up the crowd as everyone knew he would. He was the eldest prince, after all. Proud and full of charisma, with a handsome, charming smile. He tossed Mjolnir into the air and caught it - the crowd roared yet again.
Sigyn smirked, watching her brother..
Her brother, whom she adored.
Her brother, who would now be king. She looked up at Odin. The king, the Allfather- no. Father. Her gaze turned to Frigga. Mother.
Finally, she looked to Loki.
Everything.
Her heart fluttered, her cheeks feeling warm. She caught Loki's eye, and in an instant he turned to her, tilting his head slightly, his brows furrowed in worry. She gave him a warm smile and he, though despite clearly trying to withhold such a smile, returned it - his gaze lingering on her before turning to Thor who now knelt before the throne.
It was time.
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OG616 : Thor 1 - Pt.6 [The Mourning]
[My masterlist, where all parts of this and my other fics can be found]
Pairing: Loki / Sigyn (basically an oc based off the marvel/myth namesake)
Warnings: Angst, some.. Hopelessness? And mild flirting.
Author’s Note: Very long one here. Hope you enjoy!
Taglist: @high-functioning-lokipath
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A very distinct, sharp pain washed over Sigyn as she pondered Odin's words. Like a knife plunging into her gut, twisting, pulling - but never leaving. Only hurting worse and worse, the very air in her lungs seizing up.
Loki is dead.
Her throat burned.
Loki is dead.
Tears streamed down her face.
My Loki is dead.
She broke. Her entire body shook with a sob as she collapsed onto the couch she was seated on, weeping. "He can't, he- He's not, he's not.."
"Sister.." Thor wrapped her in a hug, his jaw set firm. Frigga placed a hand on her back.
Odin’s grip tightened around Gungnir. "He's gone."
"No he's not."
"Sigyn-"
"He's NOT!" She screamed, struggling in Thor's grip, who clenched his jaw as he held her. "He's not- He can't be, he.. Loki.." Her body gave way, unable to cope.
Thor helped her stand, letting her sob against him.
"I wish it were true," Odin resumed, forgiving the interruption, "That he could still be with us. But he made his choice."
Sigyn glared at him.
"You made your choice when you lied to him! When you lied to all of us for countless years. We built our life around that lie!" She choked back another sob. "Now our lives are ruined because of it."
Odin didn't respond.
"Sigyn, have care how you speak." Frigga stepped between them, finally composed, though her eyes still glistened. "We need time to grieve, all of us. But perhaps, you most of all." She cupped Sigyn's cheek, wiping a tear away. "Go rest. Arguing will breed nothing but more pain."
Frigga was right. Arguing now would only make things worse - Odin wasn’t exactly known for a cool temper. But her head was still spinning. Loki couldn't be gone. There had to be some other way. Straightening up, Sigyn wrung her hands together. Swallowed. "I-I am sorry, Allfather.. I spoke out of line.."
Odin waved his hand, still looking away.
"Thor," Frigga managed a gentle smile at her son, "Please take Sigyn back to her chambers before you visit the healers."
Thor nodded, and without another word, he and Sigyn left.
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Sigyn stayed in her chambers for days on end. She ignored the time. Refused to eat. Refused to sleep in her bed - no, their bed - it still smelled like him. She spoke to no one. Retreated into the solace of being completely and entirely alone. Once the dust had settled, the wounded healed, and the palace put back in order, a feast was held for those who defended Asgard and helped Thor return home.
Sigyn was required to attend.
I can't exactly refuse... She reasoned, pulling on an emerald green gown. Putting on her favorite necklace, she gazed in the mirror.
She was pale. Paler than usual. Sickly and thin, with dark circles under her eyes. Hardly the shining goddess she would be expected to appear as. She looked down at the necklace. She’d had it for a long time. A rectangular medallion on a thin, metal chain - the medallion bearing two serpents, intertwined with each other, each biting their own tail. A symbol of Loki’s adaptability and cunning.
"If you should like to...” Loki had murmured, obviously nervous has he offered it to her, “I would be honored to see you wear it.”
It had been a perfect gift, marrying her colors with his symbol. She barely took it off, except of course when she was expected to wear coordinating clothes. Then it lived in a small wooden box on the dresser, safe from dust.
This will be my first meal without you. She ran her thumb over the symbol. I love you. I miss you.
Composing herself, she left her room.
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Servants and guests alike stared at Sigyn when she arrived. She was late. She adjusted the necklace, ignored their whispering. Ignored the stares, the side glances...
Maybe I should’ve stayed alone.
"Sigyn.." Sif walked up to her. "I am so sorry for your loss.."
Sigyn merely watched the warrior as she spoke. She felt like something inside her had died along with Loki. Something was lost. She wasn’t sure if it would ever return.
Sif swallowed. "Truly, I am."
With great effort, Sigyn spoke, her voice dry from lack of use. "Thank you, Sif." She forced as much of a smile as she could, then took her seat.
Conversation picked back up. Stories were told. Laughter spread.
Sigyn stayed there. Motionless. Expressionless. Staring at her untouched goblet. This wasn't worth it. Nothing was worth it. Nothing had meaning anymore.
She turned to look at all the guests. They were eating together happily, drinks sloshing over their food as they raised toasts and struggled to contain their laughter at Volstagg’s stories.
Their spouses hadn't been taken from them. They hadn't lost someone.
This is life now, isn't it. Sigyn turned back to her empty plate. This is the lot I was cast.
Her vision grew blurry with tears.
The curse worked. Loki is dead. I'll never be loved agai-
No.
She clenched her jaw.
Don't you dare start thinking like that. Don't you give up now. Keep going. Keep fighting. If not for yourself, for him. Do it for him.
She looked back at all the familiar faces around her.
Be strong. Be strong for him.
A tear ran down her cheek.
Make him proud.
"A toast, to Asgard! For the glory of our realm!" Roared Volstagg, raising his glass.
Be strong for Loki.
Sigyn stood and raised her glass with a smile.
"To Asgard. Our home."
~~~~
Time passed. The grief-stricken goddess still wept for her lost husband, still dreamed about him every night. But as the months went on, she wept less. She slowly began healing from the wound deep within her heart. Accepted that for now, Loki was gone.
For now.
She had thrown herself into old books and tomes, determined to improve, to make her husband proud. In the shadows of familiar bookcases within the palace library, she found writings on the Norns. The sisters Wyrd, Veranthi, and Skuld - three powerful beings controlling the past, present, and future. And there in the crumpled pages, she found a familiar symbol: the web of Wyrd.
Three sets of overlapping lines, the it symbolized the inherent interconnections of all actions - and all realities. How the past influenced the present, the present the future, and the future, perhaps the next life.
Our next life... Once the Asgardian twilight comes, and I embrace a final sleep, I will wake up and see him again.
We won’t be alone.
She would remind herself, with each new day, she was another step closer to seeing him again someway, somehow. Alive or dead, they would be reunited. The thought of it inspired a little spark of hope within her. With each passing day, she spent hours pouring over old spellbooks. Studying ancient runes, practicing spells. Mastering them.
She filled books with ideas, charts, musings.
And most of all, she remembered Loki.
She mapped out his entire life, beginning to end. Considered everything that had happened. Asking Thor, Odin, and Frigga exactly what he'd said to them - and exactly how they'd responded. Recorded what they said in books of her own. It helped her grieve.
But it also served her in other ways.
Rumors spread quickly throughout Asgard. Rumors of the prince who was hungry for power. Who stole the throne, and tried to kill his own brother to keep it. Who abandoned his wife in her time of need. Who betrayed his family and his realm.
The liesmith.
Trickster.
Murderer.
Sigyn considered it her duty to dispel false assumptions about him. And as she traded for a new book at the marketplace, she heard one such assumption. A group of ladies stood nearby, gossiping over their goods.
"There she is - that's her, the princess."
"Oh my,"
"Lokiwife, wasn't it?"
"Yes, that's her," A pretty brunette leaned in closer to the others, "I heard she and Loki had quite the time before he.. Well," she frowned, earning murmurs from her group.
Sigyn glanced their way, eavesdropping on their conversation, tucking the book into her satchel.
A blonde nodded in agreement. "Anyone would have a rough time if their husband abandoned them like he did."
"Abandoned?"
"Oh yes," The blonde shook her head, "It was just awful. The Warriors Three said he was always envious of Thor, always wanted the throne. And when he got the chance to steal the throne, he took it."
"If only Thor had been crowned in time. None of this would have happened.” The youngest piped up. The brunette shrugged an agreement.
“Such a waste - we waited hours for that coronation.”
“We had such a nice view, too.."
"A nice view of Prince Thor, certainly." The brunette nodded, her cheeks turning a slight pink.
The blonde smirked. "I'd even say Loki was glad Allfather Odin fell into the Odinsleep.. After all, that gave him access to the throne."
"Finally got him what he wanted," Mused the brunette.
The blonde huffed, "Though a lot of good it did him. Abandoned his wife and his honor, and what did he gain? He's likely in Helheim now.." The group murmured again in agreement.
Sigyn couldn’t take it anymore. "Excuse me - beg your pardon, ladies," She smiled, walking over to them. "I couldn't help but overhear your conversation."
The women's eyes went wide. They bowed, paying their respects. Sigyn nodded her own greeting.
The brunette was the first to speak. "Yes, Princess, we were discussing your husband.."
"And his life's motivations. I heard." Sigyn glanced at the blonde, who gulped.
"We meant no offense to you, Princess.."
"Tell me, did any of you know Loki?"
They shook their heads.
Sigyn sighed. "You must understand: he was not evil. The Loki I knew had not a single malicious bone in his body."
"But he was jealous, Princess. Lady Sif said so, I heard her discussing it over a goblet of mead.." The blonde fidgeted.
"And she's right."
The ladies blinked.
Sigyn straightened up. "Sif is correct. Loki was jealous. And do you know why? He spent his life feeling less than Thor. How do you think Loki felt, then, when he found out his life was a lie? That his greatest fear was true because he was different, he was lesser?”
The women were quiet. Sigyn paused, then continued.
“Loki didn't want the throne. He wanted to be like Thor. To be equal, not less. So when Queen Frigga gave him the throne - he took it. She told him to make his father proud, and he tried to do just that. He tried to prove to Odin he loved him, he was his son, and - and yes, he tried to have Thor killed." Sigyn swallowed.
"I won't deny that. He likely did it to prevent Thor returning and squelching his efforts. But consider why he did it. Loki was... Mislead. He made the wrong choices. He tried to prove himself by vanquishing the Frost Giants, Laufey among them. And what did he have to go off of?" She laughed a single, sad laugh, "We're all raised to fear Jotuns! Slay them like the stupid beasts they are! Hunt them down, bludgeon them! What else would you expect him to do?"
By now a small crowd had gathered. Curious passersby all stared at the princess.
They probably think I'm mad, Sigyn mused, But I don't care. This isn't about me. It's about Loki.
"So he tried it. He tried massacring the Jotuns - and was foiled. Again. By Thor. Again! He was trying to prove himself! Desperately grasping at the final threads of hope! And on the Bifrost," Her breath caught in her throat, "On the Bifrost, that night, he begged Odin for approval. And how did Odin respond? He said no to his son, to the boy who only wanted to be as loved by his parents as his brother was." A tear streaked down her cheek.
"And he fell. He gave up. My husband died because his hope ran out. He could bear the pain no longer." Sigyn stepped toward the blonde, "So the next time you talk about Loki, I ask you to remember that. I hope you remember how my husband, the most wonderful, beautiful man I knew, lost hope that night. And now he's gone."
Without another word, Sigyn turned. Pushed past the crowd, ignoring their stares and whispers.
"Come, Villeildr," She mounted her horse, squeezing his sides with her legs, "It's time we take our leave."
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Later that night, Sigyn was in the library when a familiar voice called her.
"I thought you'd be here." Fandral stepped in, smirking, his cape sweeping behind him.
"Here I am." Sigyn's focus remained on the book.
"I heard you had a run-in with some acquaintances of mine today."
Sigyn stopped reading.
Fandral continued. "Gave them quite the talking to. Did you rehearse it, or did it simply come to you?"
She shut the book, peering up at him. "They were lying about Loki."
"You seem to forget he lied too.."
"Of course he did. We all do; that doesn't make it right. They were lying about him, Fandral, disrespecting the dead - spreading false rumors about how he 'always wanted the throne.'"
"Well, he was always jealous of Thor.."
She huffed, "I know."
They sat a moment in silence. Fandral moved closer. "I was hoping you would join me for a drink tonight. You’ve barely left the palace in.. Well, far too long."
"I don't drink."
He looked hurt. "You used to."
"There are many things I used to do." She returned to her book, hoping he’d get the hint.
"And I could help you with more than one, if you so wished..."
She raised an eyebrow at him. "Remember that bit about respecting the dead?"
"Yes?"
"You're doing a horrid job."
He chuckled.
"Now, even I can't be the best at everything, dearest Sigyn."
"Oh, I believe it." She smirked.
His brow furrowed. "You were meant to be the goddess of compassion, you know."
"Compassion is like sympathy; I can sympathize with you and still point out the fact you're inappropriate."
"You sympathize with me?" He smirked.
"Fandral, do not twist my words.."
"Even if it makes you smile?" He tilted his head slightly. She couldn't resist a small huff of a laugh.
With a slight sigh, he took her hand and kissed it. "Ah, I may never be anything more than your friend, Sigyn," He lowered her hand, smiling at her. "But even if that's the case, I am honored to be your friend."
She smirked, nodding at him once. "Thank you. You're a good friend, Fandral.. Even if you are rude."
With another chuckle, he sprung to his feet. "Until we meet again, fair Sigyn," He bowed, "I take my leave." Turning on his heel, he headed for the door.
"Fandral?"
He stopped.
"Don't get too drunk. Lady Sif is tired of cleaning up after you."
He shot her a grin, then disappeared around the corner.
He's going to get absolutely ruined. Sigyn thought to herself, shaking her head.
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OG616 : Thor: The Dark World - Pt.3 [Thor’s Return]
[My masterlist, where all parts of this and my other fics can be found]
Pairing: Loki / Sigyn (basically an oc based off the marvel/myth namesake)
Warnings: just more sad - but with some hope at the end!
Author’s Note: I take some deleted scenes as canon, so enjoy those making a little appearance. c:
Taglist: @high-functioning-lokipath , @onaheroicmission
To be added to the taglist, just ask me here or send a message! <3
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When Loki was first imprisoned, it had been summertime - but the bright days and warm, temperate nights spent gazing up at the stars brought Sigyn little comfort. She wished he were there, with her. As time passed, along with grief for what could have been, a gradual swell of frustration and despair welled up inside of her.
He was so close. On the same realm, but stuck in the deepest reaches of Asgard.
Frigga had helped her send more gifts. Odin, catching onto their scheme, clearly disapproved. He never confronted her about it, but Sigyn often gave him a wide berth just in case.
And she never once dared to go near the entrance to the dungeons.
She avoided that area of the palace entirely, in fact. For months she dutifully kept her promise, instead pouring into the letters that were safely hidden in the folds of books she sent to Loki. She told him what everyone was doing, how the realms were faring, and what new (or old) places she’d found in the forest. She told him of any astronomical happenings, knowing he liked to watch the sky. She even told him, around Yule, how she had thought of him during the celebratory toasts.
By the time a second summer passed, Sigyn was running low on books to send.
Eventually, whispers of autumn played on the breeze. The chipper green hues of summer gave way to fiery reds, the same color as…
Sigyn sighed heavily, sitting on a tufted window seat in a breezy area of the palace, her sketchbook on her lap.
Thor still hadn’t returned home.
Neither had Sif, nor the Warriors Three. Instead, troops of Einherjar, often led by Tyr, funneled enemy captives into the dungeons. She saw them sometimes, droves of hardened criminals, some still covered in blood that was most likely not theirs, being paraded down into the depths.
It would be easy enough to disguise herself, slip in among them, and then… Well, trying to avoid being imprisoned herself was the tricky part. She huffed through her nose. In truth, she’d concocted dozens of far-fetched plans on how to reach Loki, or free him.
But she was bound by her word.
Frigga was too smart to let me go without making a promise, Sigyn mused, She knew I’d go straight to him otherwise. But this existence is.. Miserable.
Sigyn closed her eyes. She had spent countless days on a seat like this years ago, lying next to Loki. Sunny mornings and rainy afternoons, cozied up with a good book and loving company…
She shook her head and sighed.
An eternity alone.
One year was a fraction of her life, yet it felt like an eternity in itself. Were they doomed to this fate forever? Odin showed no sign of shortening Loki’s sentence, despite her excellent behavior. Even Frigga couldn’t convince him to letting anyone visit the dungeons, outside of delivering prisoners.
Fate…
Grabbing her book, Sigyn flipped through the pages. It doubled as a notebook of sorts, and often accompanied her on trail rides or trips to visit Heimdall and learn about the stars. It was an unassuming and well-loved little book, the pages all crumpled and covered in scribbled-down futhark.
Eventually, she found the page she was looking for, and the symbol upon it. Three sets of three lines. One, vertical, the other two at angles. The web of Wyrd. The net of Skuld. The matrix of fate.
Her eyes drifted to the margins, where she’d taken notes from a book in the library - the same one she had read frequently after Loki’s fall. It had quickly become a favorite book in those months, so much that she’d copied an entire page from it. A knot formed in her throat as she read.
“Here we see how the past, present, and future are interconnected. Norns, keepers of fate, weave them through spinning the strings of our lives. We provide the material with our choices, our actions. But who is to say this life is the only tapestry made?
Endless choices, endless possibilities await us with every day, every breath. Surely, other paths await. For as we exhale our final breath in this life, we inhale our first in another: An eternal tapestry of fate.”
Sigyn held the book closer, pressing it to her chest. A tear slid down her cheek, plopping into her lap.
I’ll see you again, love. In this life or the next.
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Weeks later still, Thor returned to Asgard, inspiring raucous celebration in his wake. The entire realm seemed to rejoice upon his return. By the time a new wave of prisoners had been taken to the dungeons, and those escorting them could return to their lives, it was dark out. Cold.
Snow drifted down from the sky, white powder collecting on the edges of streets and tops of buildings. The beginnings of winter had found its way to Asgard: the last hues of fall clinging to the trees, cool rain now replaced with soft flurries of white.
Sigyn took a deep breath of icy air, pulling the collar of her sapphire cloak closer to her neck. Oddly enough, she enjoyed the cold. It felt familiar.
She had changed into a slightly thicker, warmer version of her riding outfit. But now she adorned it with an emerald and gold sash tied around her waist, as well as her necklace, which was tucked in her shirt.
As beautiful as the palace was, Sigyn always loved roaming the city.
Fires blazed around her, filling the night with bursts of amber light, and countless Asgardians were already celebrating the recent victory on Vanaheim. Laughing, drinking, reveling.
Sigyn quickened her pace.
Children raced past her and she recognized them as Volstagg's son and daughter, following them through a tavern. She exhaled a gentle breath, the warm air melting the snowflakes on her shoulders as she approached a large table. A powerful voice filled the room everyone was nestled into.
"... Cracking under the strain, I threw the beast off. But, six more beat me to the ground, crushing my blade as if it was paper- Oh, you're missing the best part, hah!" Volstagg called his children over, scooping his daughter up into his lap. She giggled.
Sigyn took a careful seat next to Thor, who smiled a silent greeting. She returned it. Across the room, Fandral, ignoring his two lady-friends for a moment, gave Sigyn a small wave. She smiled again, nodding at him.
Thank the Norns they’re home safe.
"Now, where was I..?" Volstagg held his daughter in his lap.
"You were surrounded." Thor smiled, taking a drink.
"Again." Fandral smirked.
"Oh, yes, yes yes, by the most vile criminals the Nine Realms have ever produced!" Volstagg embellished each word with dramatic movements, entertaining the crowd.
"To our left, savage beasts, with fangs like knives! To our right, soldiers of fortune, their blades dripping with blood! And who was there to face the horde, but Fandral the Dashing!"
"I was." Fandral took a drink.
"Hogun the Grim," Volstagg continued, "And Volstagg the.." He stopped.
"Voluminous?" One of Fandral's ladies suggested.
"Fat." Fandral chuckled, and even Thor and Sigyn laughed.
Volstagg looked indignant. "Invincible!" He corrected, "I don't mind telling you, I feared for Thor's life." He pointed to the thunder god, who was still grinning.
"But," Volstagg raised his voice, "With steely courage, intrepid spirit, and an axe-" He beat the table with a fist, "Victory was ours!" then raised a toast to tumultuous applause.
Thor clapped, drinking more mead. "Truly, a tale for the ages."
"No doubt he'll be telling it that long as well," Fandral took another drink.
"Another!" Volstagg shouted, tossing his goblet aside. Several others did the same.
Sigyn kept smiling, but never as widely as she once would have.
I wish you were here, Loki.
I wish you were here beside me. Joining in the celebration. Correcting Volstagg, rolling your eyes and chuckling at him.
You could always make me laugh.
She felt Thor move next to her, setting down his goblet without so much as sipping from it.
"Brother?" She muttered to him.
He pursed his lips in a half-smile. “It’s nothing.” But as he gave her a firm, loving pat on the shoulder and left, Sigyn saw a pain behind his eyes she knew all too well.
The mortal he met, he still misses her. Her heart ached. I know how that feels...
Sigyn left the celebration early, heading straight to the palace.
It didn’t take her long to find Frigga. She was in her chambers, a basin of fire lit before her. Sigyn cleared her throat.
Frigga glanced at her over her shoulder. “It’s quite cold out tonight. Though, I expect the festivities are keeping you all warm.”
“Some warmer than others. Fandral has returned to being.. Well, Fandral.”
The queen laughed gently. “Yes, I expect he has.”
Sigyn huffed a small laugh, walking closer. They stood a moment, watching the flames.
“Frigga..” Sigyn started, looking at her - she noticed there were tears in the queen’s eyes. “Is.. Something wrong?”
Frigga smiled sadly. “I spoke with him today. Loki.”
Sigyn froze. Frigga continued, “Using illusions, of course. He’s settled in nicely - you did well, choosing things that would help him feel more comfortable. I had meant to fetch you tomorrow, in fact, to help you visit him through magic - Odin is in good spirits, now that Thor has returned. But I’m not sure Loki would like to see me for a while.”
Sigyn swallowed. “What did he do?”
Frigga rubbed her hands together. “He is bitter. Angry. Hurting. I fear resentment toward Odin and Thor has clouded his judgement..”
“I need to see him,” She whispered, so softly she was surprised when Frigga heard.
“Yes.” The queen agreed. “And he needs you.”
Sigyn looked at her, eyes filled with tears.
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OG616 : Thor: The Dark World - Pt.6 [Escape From Asgard]
[My masterlist, where all parts of this and my other fics can be found]
Pairing: Loki / Sigyn (basically an oc based off the marvel/myth namesake)
Warnings: Technically sort of nudity? Nothing is described, and the context is purely medical. It’s all at the end so if you’d like to skip that last bit, go right ahead.
Author’s Note: rewatching thor 1 tonight filled me with the itch to post more OG. I love seeing people enjoy this little story - and I hope it lives up to your expectations! <3
Taglist: @high-functioning-lokipath , @onaheroicmission
To be added to the taglist, just ask me here or send a message! <3
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The next day, Sigyn stood in the throne room along with Fandral, Volstagg, Odin, and a handful of Einherjar. Everyone had to be caught up to speed: The Dark Elves had returned, after so many thousands of years, and attacked. Murdered Queen Frigga.
Worse, now they were gone without a trace.
"We are still unable to restore the palace shields. Our artillery cannot detect them, even Heimdall cannot see them." Fandral looked at Odin, "My King, we are all but defenseless."
Odin remained still, pondering, until Thor entered.
"She's your prisoner now?"
Sigyn glanced at Thor. They must have Jane. She clenched her jaw and looked to Odin, wondering if, perhaps, grief clouded his judgement.
Odin turned to Thor, who commanded, "Leave us."
The Einherjar, along with Fandral and Volstagg, bowed and left. Sigyn followed, giving Thor a meaningful glance as she passed.
Be wise, brother.
Sigyn left slowly, lingering a while in the shadows. Listening as Thor conveyed a plan, and Odin disregarded it.
"We will fight! Until the last Asgardian breath, the last drop of Asgardian blood." The king clutched his spear, leaning on it.
Haven't enough died already?
There was a pause before Thor spoke again. "Then how are you different from Malekith?"
Odin laughed. "The difference, my son, is that I will win." Then, beating Gungnir on the ground, he dismissed Thor.
Winning. As if victory would bring her back. As if it would change anything. Victory is nothing without the ones we love. Sigyn shook her head, storming out of the room.
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Odin soon commanded the Bifrost remain closed and established a war council.
As usual, Sigyn was not invited. She decided against barging in. If Odin was beyond reason, time would be wasted on him.
Besides, they had enough problems to deal with. Beyond the Dark Elves’ return, the Aether had infected Jane, and if they did not act soon, the universe itself could be lost.
Sigyn closed a tome she had been studying. Runes, depicting magical forcefields... And how to counteract them.
She made her way to a case off in the side of her room, grabbing one of Loki's lesser-used daggers - until now, it had been left exclusively on display. She placed it in a sheath on her thigh, which was concealed under her skirt. Then, walking over to the mirror, she studied herself.
Time changes us all, she mused, But how strange that it changed me so quickly. One year out of hundreds, and life has become so... Different. She gazed out the window.
Afternoon. Golden sun bathed all of Asgard in brilliant light, the sky so clear and cloudless that even now, stars shone a little in the distance.
If not for the fact the Dark Elves could attack at any time, it could be considered a perfect day.
Every passing minute was agony.
We must act - we can’t wait for Malekith to strike first. Thor had a plan.. He would know what to do. Sigyn straightened up. If I can be of service to him...
She quickly turned, throwing on her special black cloak before jogging off to find Thor.
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That night, Thor, Fandral, Sif, Heimdall, Volstagg - and for once, Sigyn, met in the dead of night. They sat around a candlelit table in the back room of a tavern, concealed by the darkness.
Thor was first to speak. "What I'm about to ask of you is treason of the highest order. Success will bring us exile and failure shall mean our death...
...Malekith knew the Aether was here, he can sense its power. If we do nothing he will come for it again, but this time lay waste to all of Asgard. We must move Jane off world."
"The Bifrost has been shut down and the Tesseract locked away in a vault," Sif noted, followed by Heimdall.
"There are other paths off Asgard, ways known only to a few."
Thor leaned over the table. "One, actually."
Sigyn's heart fluttered in her chest.
"No." Volstagg said, earning a warning glance from Sigyn. Their gazes met, then broke as they turned back to Thor.
Fandral sighed. "He will betray you."
"He will try." Thor responded.
"Of course he will," Sigyn leaned closer, "But if he has enough incentive to help you, then he will fight for you until his dying breath. If nothing else, Loki is useful to you. He's miserable in that cell..."
Thor looked at her intently. Fandral raised his brows, watching her.
Sigyn's face flushed as she realized her mistake. She cleared her throat.
".. I may have visited him."
"May?" Fandral smirked.
"How did you get past the guards?" Thor's eyes never wavered. Sigyn tilted her head at him and lifted her hood, disappearing from sight.
"Oh, Sigyn.." Volstagg sighed. "Loki's all but ruined her." He lamented as Sigyn dropped the hood again, unable to contain a mischievous smirk.
"Did you know?" Thor turned to Heimdall, who shook his head.
"No."
I fooled the gatekeeper? Sigyn glanced down at her cloak. You deserve a name, my tricky friend.
"Well, what then?” Fandral piped up, “Your lovely mortal is being guarded by a legion of our Einherjar who will see you coming from miles away."
Thor looked at Sif. "I won't be the one who comes for her."
Sif met Thor's gaze. "And what of the Allfather?"
Now Heimdall spoke. "It is my sworn duty to notify him of crimes against the throne."
"Assuming you can get Loki's help, and you can free this mortal - what good would it do?" Volstagg huffed, growing agitated, "We'd all be dead the minute we step one foot outside the palace."
"That, my friend, is where we won't be leaving by foot." Thor answered.
"It's settled, then. Each of you know what you must do." Sigyn looked at Thor, "But what of me? Even with this," she motioned to the cloak, "I'm still the trickster's wife. Not to be trusted."
"That is precisely why you are needed," Thor smirked slightly, "You will help guarantee Loki is on our side."
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Thor walked down to the dungeons, seemingly alone. Approached Loki's cell, where the ebony-haired god was waiting.
The inside of his cell was perfect.. Too perfect. Immaculately clean and put-together, like its lone tenant, who watched Thor with a critical gaze.
"Thor.." Loki walked up to the barrier. "After all this time and now you come to visit me." He stopped. "Why?” He sneered, “Have you come to gloat? To mock?"
"Loki, enough." Thor remained straight-faced. "No more illusions."
The trickster's eyes widened, then defeated, he disappeared.
The true Loki appeared in the far end of the cell - which was revealed to be a complete wreck, destroyed furniture strewn about it. He was sitting there against the far wall, just as disheveled as the messy room around him.
Ragged.
Heartbroken.
"Now you see me, brother."
Thor walked closer to him.
"Did she suffer?" Loki watched him. His eyes were tinted red - he'd been crying.
"I did not come here to share in our grief. Instead I offer you the chance of a far richer sacrament."
Loki's gaze darkened. "Go on."
Thor watched him intently. "I know you seek vengeance as much as I do. You help me escape Asgard and I will grant it to you, vengeance. And afterward, this cell."
Loki examined the cell, then looking back at Thor, chuckled. "You must be truly desperate to come to me for help."
Thor turned, slowly walking away.
"What makes you think you can trust me?"
"I don't." Thor stopped and faced him again. "Mother did. You should know that when we fought each other in the past, I did so with the glimmer of hope that my brother was still in there somewhere. That hope no longer exists to protect you -
You betray me, and I will kill you."
Loki paused a moment, then hummed. Smiled. "When do we start?"
Thor looked to his right and gave a single, firm nod.
Next to him, Sigyn appeared, the hood of her cloak now pulled down. Loki leaned forward from the wall, his eyes wide and trained on her, glancing over her tear stained cheeks. He gulped.
"Hello, my love." She cast a spell, holding the energy in her hands, "I believe we start now."
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Sigyn guided Loki to a small room where his armor was waiting. Remained quiet as she traced the frayed edges of his shirt - a physical reminder of the rage, the despair he felt from Frigga’s death.
He shifted his weight and they locked eyes. There was a distinct pain behind them. The very same pain she had seen before, when he was brought before Odin... Her hands made their way down his waist, eventually pulling off his shirt. She swallowed, almost afraid to touch him - it felt like ages since they’d been this close.
He watched her, quiet, and helped remove his other ragged clothes in turn. Finally, he broke the silence.
"That cloak, where did you get it?"
Sigyn looked at him. "I made it." She grabbed a healing stone and crushed it, forcing herself to remain steady as she healed a scrape on his exposed side.
"You enchanted it yourself?"
She hummed an agreement.
Loki raised his brows, shifting his weight and cocking one hip. He grabbed his nearby dark green undershirt, pulling it on.
"It was.. It was Frigga’s idea. She showed me the right spells… Hold still," she now healed a wound on his leg, trying desperately to ignored the fact her face felt warm. "We have to do this quickly."
Loki obliged, craning his neck to see the spot she’d healed. “It’s just a bit sore.” He adjusted his shirt.
“I’m sorry..” She stood, helping him dress, wishing they could stay like this - her, tending to him, finally seeing him, finally close to him...
But they had to hurry.
“Don’t be, you did fine.” He still spoke gently. “I can handle this much,” he offered, and she grabbed a comb, urging him to sit while she set to untangling his messy locks.
"I’m sorry we don’t have more time," she murmured, trying to be gentle.
He adjusted his sleeves, pulling on his bracers. "Thor wouldn’t allow that. Though I’m sure you asked anyway."
"It was worth a try.." She ran her hands through his hair, tucking it back behind his ears. "I had hoped to at least see you, let you bathe, let you sleep properly.."
"I’m an enemy of Asgard, remember? We don’t have such luxuries." He pulled his boots on, then stood.
Sigyn set the comb aside, stepping in front of him.
He was beautiful.
Clad in his colors, his body healed, he looked more like himself. And his eyes… Still shielded and colder than before, but now they looked at her intently, taking in the sight of her as long as they could.
"After all this, Odin will see you as a hero." She reached up to caress his cheek. "I’ll make sure of it.. Then we can be together again."
Loki was silent. He placed his hand over hers, keeping it close.
"I promise." She moved closer, their bodies touching, her lips hardly an inch from his, she could feel his soft breath on her skin-
Knock knock.
Thor. He was still waiting outside. Sigyn pulled away. "We have to go."
Loki’s shoulders dropped, and he nodded. "Well. Let’s not keep them waiting."
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OG616 : Thor: The Dark World - Pt.4 [Rúnfeldr]
[My masterlist, where all parts of this and my other fics can be found]
Pairing: Loki / Sigyn (basically an oc based off the marvel/myth namesake)
Warnings: None!
Author’s Note: Are you ready for the reunion?~ It’s coming up soon!
Taglist: @high-functioning-lokipath , @onaheroicmission
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Sigyn and Frigga sat a while, practicing illusions in the firelight. Sigyn was fine with the projection side of illusions, certainly - after learning from Loki and Frigga for so many years, she could conjure the shapes of animals or people at will. But recreating such shapes wasn’t necessarily a talent, as it was for Loki, and it required constant effort.
Her specialty was the cloaking illusions she let dance between her fingers as they talked. Self-concealment fascinated her - after all, she’d rather avoid conflict than not, and being invisible helped that end - but it too required intense concentration. Strength and raw energy that she simply couldn’t sustain for long enough to venture to the dungeons and back without being detected.
That was why, when Frigga eventually led her to the library, Sigyn’s pulse quickened when the queen pulled a dusty old book from a shelf.
“History can teach us many things, Sigyn,” Frigga had said. “Including how to move forward.”
Frigga had retired to her chambers, now. But Sigyn sat wide awake, cross-legged in the floor of her own room, flipping through the old book. Inside, a collection of the Asgardian's magical artifacts. Andvaranaut and draupnir, the magical rings.
She continued searching the pages.
Ah, Sigyn stopped, Freya's feather-dress.
Sigyn knew its power well. Years ago, Loki had used it.
He made a beautiful hawk. She mused, flipping the pages again.
Megingjörð - Thor's belt, which doubled his strength.
She closed the book, shaking her head with a smile. Frigga was brilliant. Objects, weapons, even clothing could be imbued with magical properties and hold onto those properties without having to constantly hold a spell. Of course, the tradeoff was more effort required up front - for a spell to last, it had to be potent.
But I can do it. With the right spell, I can fashion my own magical cloak.
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Hours later, Sigyn had nearly succumbed to the frustration.
Books lay strewn about. Old cloaks and scraps of whatever fabric she could find lay ruined on the floor. Exhaustion had already crept in, the light outside having long gone - though it was so late, it may soon return.
One last try. Sigyn laid out an old black cloak, one she had brought with her when she first came to the palace. Casting a spell, she held the energy in her hands. It flickered. She groaned, pushing it to become brighter. Constant.
This is for Loki. Do it for him.
She muttered an incantation to herself, pressing her hands to the cloak. Burning light crept over it like fluid. It glittered, writhed, and burned.
Do it for him.
She kept her hands against it, chanting through gritted teeth.
The cloak glowed, magic illuminating the room, Sigyn straining out a groan as she pushed-
Then the magic faded. She pulled away, gasping for breath. Her palms felt clammy and she sat a moment, trembling, her vision spotty.
Please let it work, please, please..
She caught her breath then stood, shakily, pulling the cloak on.
Please, please, please..
She stepped in front of a mirror. Pulled the hood up. Her image muted into a soft blur, then disappeared entirely. She removed the hood and saw herself again.
Slowly raised the hood.
Disappeared.
"Yes!" She squealed, then immediately snapped her hands over her mouth.
"Princess, are you well?" The guard outside called to her.
"Fine - fine, thank you," Sigyn quickly stuffed the cloaks away, closed the books, then collapsed on the bed. It felt more welcome now, more promising. She smiled into the covers, exhausted.
Tomorrow morning I'll visit him.
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Sigyn arose the next day - albeit later than she'd hoped - pulled on the cloak, and headed for the dungeons.
I have to be deliberate, she thought to herself, walking quietly, I can't go straight there. I have to make it look like I'm doing something else...
She pursed her lips.
I'm just going for a walk. Who wouldn't walk on such a fine morning as this?
Sigyn smirked to herself, making her way to the outermost reaches of the palace.
She wandered there a while, until...
"Sigyn!" Thor's voice.
Sigyn wheeled around, searching for him. "What? Thor-" She stopped. Blinked.
Thor was there with a young woman.
A young woman Sigyn had never seen before.
A young woman who stared at her.
"Who's that?" She asked, looking Sigyn up and down.
Sigyn tilted her head, walking up to the stranger. She was about the same height as Sigyn, wearing a loose brown and blue Asgardian dress and even some small pieces of jewelry. But from her shocked expression and slightly stiff mannerisms, she didn’t feel Asgardian.
Thor chuckled. "Jane, this is Sigyn. My sister."
"Jane- The mortal? You're from Midgard?"
Jane nodded. "Hi. Yeah, I am.."
Sigyn's face lit up. "Oh, really? Thor's spoken of you! I wondered how long he would keep you to himself," Sigyn grinned as Jane smiled, looking both surprised and amused, "Such a selfish thing. Shame on you, brother!"
The thunder god smirked, glancing at Jane. "She jests."
Sigyn conceded. “What brings you to Asgard?”
“Heimdall was unable to see her. I’ve brought her here for safekeeping,” Thor explained, though he seemed to be holding something back…
“I see.” Sigyn turned back to Jane. "Well, I do miss Midgard. We used to visit - has it changed much since then?"
Thor nodded. "Indeed."
“Since when?” Jane glanced between them.
Thor shifted his weight, considering the question. “A few centuries, at least?”
"Oh. Yeah. It’s probably a little bit different now," Jane agreed, composing herself, "Wait, so. Each of you have a specific ability, don't you? Thor controls thunder, you control..?"
Sigyn sighed. "I'm afraid I don't control much of anything, not like Thor does. I'm the goddess of fidelity."
Jane didn't respond.
"I'm loyal."
"Oh."
"Yes," Sigyn straightened up, "Fidelity and compassion. To put it in the simplest of terms... I'm nice. Or, I try to be."
Jane giggled. "Well, it's great to meet you," she held out a hand, then caught herself. "Oh, sorry, you probably don't do that here.."
"No, please," Sigyn extended her hand, smiling. "Teach me."
The mortal looked surprised. "Well.. When people - humans - greet each other, we shake hands. So you take my hand, and I take yours, and you just.. Shake it." Jane shook Sigyn's hand.
"What a wonderful greeting. Hello, Jane of Midgard," She giggled, still shaking until Jane let go.
"Hello to you too, Sigyn of Asgard." Jane smiled.
Soon, Sigyn said farewell to Jane and Thor. Thor was, no doubt, showing her his favorite places - many of which were outside the palace. Just what I need. She’ll keep Thor occupied a while... Meandering through an empty part of the palace, Sigyn pulled up the hood of her cloak.
I'm coming, my love. I'll see you very soon.
She carefully made her way down to the dungeons. Each step took her deeper underground, the air turning cold and damp.
Mustering up her strength, she cast a spell over one of the guards and he took a deep breath, blinking slowly, then opened the door to the main dungeon. She slipped in past him. Then he blinked again, looking around, his brow furrowed. He soon left, closing the door.
Sigyn’s heartbeat pounded as she walked, silently, to Loki's cell. Two guards stood watch. Another spell, and their gazes also went unfocused, both of them leaving the dungeon. Now, the only ones in the dungeon were prisoners - and her.
She breathed heavier, her strength waning.
I must get better at spells..
But as she looked up into the cell, spells were the last of her concern.
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OG616 : Thor 1 - Pt.2 [Unwelcome Guests]
[My masterlist, where all parts of this and my other fics can be found]
Pairing: Loki / Sigyn (basically an oc based off the marvel/myth namesake)
Warnings: Some mention of violence/death. All past tense.
Author’s Note: A shorter piece! Don’t worry, everything goes downhill from here for poor Loki and Sigyn. ;) Fiction must always get worse before it can get better, no?
Taglist: @high-functioning-lokipath
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The cheering was brought to an abrupt halt as Odin stood, his great spear Gungnir beating the ground with a resounding thud. All of Asgard stood at attention as the Allfather questioned Thor.
"Thor. Odinson.." Odin began, "My heir, my firstborn…"
Sigyn felt Loki tense beside her. She looked at him and quietly laced her fingers with his. They twitched, but found a sure grip around her hand, as they had so many times before.
Odin continued. "...So long entrusted with the mighty hammer Mjolnir, forged in the heart of a dying star. It’s power has no equal - as a weapon to destroy, or as a tool to build. ‘Tis a fit companion for a king. I have defended Asgard, and the lives of the innocent across the Nine Realms since the time of the Great Beginning. The day has come for you to take up this great mantle.” Odin paused. “Do you swear to guard the Nine Realms?"
"I swear." Thor answered.
"Do you swear to preserve the peace?"
"I swear."
"Do you swear, to cast aside all selfish ambition and to pledge yourself only to the good of the realm?"
"I swear!" Thor raised Mjolnir high.
"Then on this day, I, Odin Allfather, proclaim you…" Odin stopped. Silence hung over the room, thick as the cloak of night. He looked away from Thor, his eye set toward the distance, as though focused on something beyond them.
"Frost Giants."
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Raised voices sounded from the weapons vault as Sigyn approached, her hair now looser than before, golden adornments gone - though still wearing her gown from before. The coronation had come to an abrupt halt once Jotuns, of all things, had been found inside Asgard. Inside one of the deepest reaches of Asgard, no less: Odin’s weapon vault. But something like this was impossible.
The Asgardians and Jotuns had made a truce, longstanding since the last war - for most of her life, they’d been at peace. Her own father, Vaskr, had fought in that war, and earned a place among Odin’s advisors from his prowess and courage in battle. But that same valiance had incited the wrath of a particular Jotuness, who in her rage had cursed Vaskr’s family.
Sigyn knew of that curse all too well. It was what took her mother, icy death spreading through her body and snuffing out her life.
Now, those same monsters were here. In her home. Far, far too close.
The hair on Sigyn’s arm rose as she neared the vault. She shivered, feeling the residual cold. There was no mistaking it: Jotuns had been here.
She crept closer, pressing the door open, slipping inside...
"...They know you are vulnerable!" Thor’s voice.
Just then, Odin turned. He recognized her, and clearly thought to say something - but upon seeing Loki turn to her, addressed Thor again. "What action would you take?"
Sigyn lifted her gown to keep from tripping and walked down the stairs gingerly, avoiding puddles of ice. Her gaze drifted to the fallen Einherjar, to pieces of Frost Giants, strewn along the ground…Then to Loki’s boots, and up to his face.
His lips were set in a thin, frustrated line. He exhaled a heavy sigh.
"I told you to go to our chambers," he murmured, moving close to her.
"You know I couldn’t do that." She answered softly, taking his outstretched palm. “Not with.. Everything.” She glanced at the bodies, then back at Loki.
"It’s not safe here. You don’t need to see this," He lifted an arm to nudge her away from the corpses. Closer to him. To safety. She welcomed it.
"There must be some way I can help.."
"You can help by staying put. Listening-" Loki was cut off by Odin.
"But you’re not king!" Odin yelled. All eyes turned to him, the room stilled.
Sigyn swallowed, moving closer to Loki.
"...Not yet." Odin walked past them without so much as another glance. A moment later, Thor stormed out of the vault.
"Go to our chambers, love." Loki said, holding her hand and leading her out of the vault. "I’ll talk to him."
"Please, try to talk some sense into him.."
"Thor? Sense?" Loki smiled weakly.
"Try."
"I will." He kissed her cheek. "Wait for me.”
Against her direct wishes, Sigyn obeyed. She went to their chambers, giving every shadow a second glance - as though any of them could be a Jotun creeping through the palace. Her shoulders sank with relief as she entered her room, letting the door shut behind her. The sun, now low in the sky, cast an amber glow over the floor. The balcony straight ahead of her beckoned in a breeze, low and calm. She closed her eyes, breathing it in.
She just needed to wait. Loki knew how to cool Thor’s temper better than most. He would know what to do.
And so she waited until Loki returned.
He was back sooner than she anticipated, his brow set into a stiff scowl. He was dressed in lighter clothes, now. Riding clothes. Immediately, he went to the long, low dresser on the side wall of their room: where he kept his weapons.
"What of Thor?" Sigyn jumped out of the chair she’d been sitting in, trotting over to Loki’s side.
"Thor will be fine."
"What did he say?"
"He..." Loki grabbed his throwing knives, stowing them on his person. "He is leading The Warriors Three, Lady Sif and I to Jotunheim."
Sigyn felt the blood drain from her face, her breath caught in her chest. "Jotunheim?"
"Yes." Loki turned to her and grabbed her shoulders, smoothing his hands down her arms. "Now, shhh, don’t fret.” He steadied her. “I mean to alert a guard. He’ll inform father what we’ve done, and by the time we make it to the Bifrost, we’ll be caught."
"And then you can all have a proper talk…?" Sigyn swallowed.
"Yes. Their tempers are running high, both of them - but I will handle it. You mustn’t worry, my dear." He moved a hand to her chin, tilting it up to face him. "I’ll be back before you know it. In fact - I’ll find you. And we won’t even have a chance of stepping foot on Jotunheim in the first place."
Sigyn tried to fight the idea of him going to that realm, of him endangering himself, of her brother and friends being in danger too. The thought of them coming back hurt, or worse, not at all... She grabbed his hand, smoothing her thumb over his skin. "You promise?"
"I promise." His tone was low, steady. Certain.
Slowly, Sigyn nodded. "Okay."
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OG616 : Thor: The Dark World - Pt.5 [The Visit]
[My masterlist, where all parts of this and my other fics can be found]
Pairing: Loki / Sigyn (basically an oc based off the marvel/myth namesake)
Warnings: Major character death, some other mentions of violence/death. Nothing overly graphic.
Author’s Note: Have a little old-married-couple-Logyn as a treat. (followed by immediate sad. I promise, this gets less dark soon!)
Taglist: @high-functioning-lokipath , @onaheroicmission
To be added to the taglist, just ask me here or send a message! <3
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He was there.
Right there.
Moments away. Inches away. Loki stood with his back to her, flipping through a book.
The inside of his cell looked surprisingly comfortable, mostly thanks to what few things she and Frigga sent. Inside there were the tables, the chair and footstool. Books, stacked neatly against the far wall. A bed in the corner - with their blankets on it. The bed was unmade, one of the blankets hanging off the edge onto the floor.
At least he’s gotten some rest.
She smiled softly, then looked at him again. She wasn't sure how to get his attention.
Glancing around just to make sure they were alone, she pulled down her cloak's hood.
Seconds felt like years. Eons.
What do I say?
She stared at him. Took another step up the stairs before the cell, and tripped - gasping sharply, barely catching herself before she fell into the field of burning energy.
That was close. She leaned back, trembling slightly, her gaze locked on the deep gold aura gleaming in front of her.
Then she looked up. Her heart skipped a beat.
Loki was watching her, his face conveying pure astonishment for a split second - then confusion. Anger?
"Sigyn." He snapped his book shut. "I should have known you would be foolish enough to come here."
"Foolish?"
"Yes, foolish. It is foolish to risk getting caught, to risk getting killed-" He stopped himself. Exhaled, set the book aside. Looked back at her. "You should not have come."
"I hadn't meant to anger you..."
"Pardon me for fearing for my wife's safety."
"Loki, I am safe." She tried to step closer, but stopped at the barrier. She already hated the barrier. "You see? I got past the guards without them ever noticing - Loki, I'm here, I've come to you! Are you not glad to see me?"
"I would be more glad if you were not so close to being locked away too."
Sigyn's voice softened. "If it meant being with you, I would choose it."
Loki swallowed, watching her. He stepped closer.
"What happened to you, Loki? What did they do to you?"
"The Asgardians?" He huffed a laugh.
"No. The creatures you were with, the mad titan and his ally. What happened?"
Loki’s smile quickly disappeared.
".. You shan't speak of it. Of course." Sigyn looked away.
Give him time. Be patient.
She looked back at him.
He seemed to be studying her. Soaking in every inch of her. It felt almost like when he would admire her, so long ago. Of course, she admired him too.
She'd always admired him.
"I still can't believe you're here.." She breathed. "I missed you. I missed you so much. When they told me you were dead, I..." Tears gathered in her eyes. "I couldn't believe it. I didn't, at first. And then you were alive again. But you weren't safe, you were out there, alone.." She stumbled over the words, whispering through tears. "I missed you."
He let out a soft, defeated sigh, blinking slowly. "I missed you too."
Sigyn's heart felt lighter than it had in over a year.
He missed me. He still loves me.
She smiled, in spite of the circumstances, though she desperately wished she could join him. She wiped a few tears away with the back of her hand.
"The necklace I gave you.." Loki walked to the edge of the barrier, his hands behind his back. "You still wear it."
"Of course I do." She pulled it from under her shirt, holding it out. "I haven't stopped."
"Since..?"
"Since the day you fell."
Loki nodded. "Hm. Truly the goddess of fidelity."
"It's just a title," She returned the necklace to its previous spot.
"But you uphold it well."
She smirked. "As you do yours."
Loki let out a breathy laugh. "I'm sure many would disagree."
"The god of mischief," She smiled, warmth in her voice, "The trickster. Fitting titles, both."
"And yet who is now on the outside looking in? Hiding their identity, committing - I'm afraid to say - terrible crimes?"
"Is it a crime to see my husband?"
"It's certainly a crime to break into the dungeon."
"Funny. You'd think they'd be more worried about someone getting out, not in." Sigyn grinned.
Loki huffed, "You would be surprised."
"Perhaps. Shows how much I‘ve yet to learn," she giggled, glancing away for a moment. As she turned her head, she could've sworn she saw Loki truly smile at her.
"Have you any idea how these cells work?"
"Now, Sigyn. Don't tell me you're going to break in and out of the dungeon."
"I only asked a question." She walked over to the dungeon wall. No controls, no levers, no hint to how the barriers were sustained..
"Some sort of spell, I imagine, but none I know." Loki watched her, gripping his hands together as she continued smoothing her hand over the wall. "Sigyn," He called, "You should leave."
She stopped. "What?"
"Leave, Sigyn."
"I've only just got here.."
"It's not safe."
"But-"
"The guards are coming on patrol. Unless you would like a cell of your own, you must leave."
She looked at him one last time. Sure enough, the sound of footsteps echoed through the dungeon. She hadn't noticed.
"I love you," She grasped her hood.
He gazed down at her, his breath heavier. "..I love you too, Sigyn. Now go."
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Sigyn left the dungeons completely unnoticed. She meandered through the palace, stopping near the throne room. Checked to make sure she was alone before pulling down her hood and gazing out a window at the city. Her heart still felt giddy, her hands still a bit shaky after finally speaking with him - it took everything in her not to shout for joy.
I'll find a way to free you, Loki. You'll be safe here. The Nine Realms are protected, our family is back together again. We even have Jane now - everything is better than it was before. She sighed happily, taking in deep, relaxed breaths between small fits of laughter. It will be okay. Everything will be okay-
Alarms sounded.
The prison alarms.
Her hair stood on end, her heart skipping once before pounding in her chest.
Loki.
Had he found a way out?
Guards hurried, battalions forming and marching to report to the king. They wouldn’t rally so many just to stop him… We’re under attack.
Sigyn followed. She caught a glimpse of Frigga and Jane walking away.
Good. Frigga will keep her safe.
"Allfather?" Sigyn caught up with Odin. He turned, facing her. "Allfather - how can I help?"
"You can stay out harm's way."
Sigyn huffed, "I want to help."
"Sigyn, you have little experience in battle, and no weapon to speak of. The best you can do is stay safe."
She wanted to argue. To help, to fight whatever was attacking her home - but instead she nodded, backing down. An argument between her and Odin was the last thing everyone needed. "Very well, as you wish.."
Odin seemed vaguely impressed as she turned, leaving. Not knowing where Frigga and Jane were, Sigyn went up to a room she knew healers would be hiding in - and sure enough, many were there, looking bewildered. She closed the door, standing before them.
"The Allfather will protect us. We are to remain here."
Countless explosions sounded from outside. The entire room shook as something attacked - no, bombarded the palace.
The servants looked to Sigyn. As princess, she was highest in command among them.. Though she’d hardly led anyone before.
"Don’t fret," She assured them again, "We will be safe here."
They waited.
And waited.
Holed up in the quiet healing room, listening to muffled explosions from outside.
Sigyn couldn't decide if it was better or worse to be waiting, rather than in battle - at least out there, she might see what was going on. Eventually, the deep hum of a ship flying away suggested they could leave.
Sigyn walked to the door, opening it. Paused. "It's safe."
Making her way to the throne room, her breath grew unsteady.
Bodies. Bodies everywhere, littering the floor with blood and decay. A ship had crashed into the throne room. Countless pillars of stone toppled over, the dust still settling over the ruin.
The throne of Asgard, half destroyed. More bodies laid strewn about before it.
She swallowed, looking at each of them pointedly. Rest well. You fought bravely.
She looked around her. Not a soul. Where are they all?
She searched the castle, catching sight of Thor and Jane. They were safe.
"There you are!" She stopped in front of them. "Where is everyone, brother?"
Thor gazed down at her.
Sigyn's brow immediately furrowed and her stomach churned. He had the same grim look she'd seen over a year ago, when he'd returned from the Bifrost with Odin. But now it somehow looked more certain. More real. More… Enraged.
"Thor...?"
"Sigyn, come, there is.. No way to put this lightly."
~~~~
Frigga was dead. Gone.
Dark elves had attacked and murdered her, along with countless others. Dark elves of Svartalfheim - an enemy they were told had been slaughtered by King Bor eons ago.
Yet another lie that had cost her family everything.
So many lives lost.
Her life lost.
Sigyn sat by a window, weeping quietly. Grief came in waves, washing over her relentlessly, one after the other.
If I'd followed them, her and Jane, things might be different.
I should've followed them. I should've helped them. I should’ve known how to fight.
She gripped the folds of her cloak, sniffling. Squeezing her eyes shut.
Mother, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you. I should've been there to defend you.
Sigyn opened her eyes again, gazing out the window.
I miss you already.
~~~~
That night, a funeral was held. Sigyn begged Odin to let Loki attend.
He refused, and forbade she try to tell him herself.
She knew it was too risky to go see Loki now. Frigga was no longer there to vouch for her - one wrong step, and Odin may have Loki executed for all she knew...
So Sigyn stood alongside Thor and Jane, clutching her necklace with white knuckles. Watched as boats, carrying the deceased, drifted peacefully by. There were so many boats... Too many.
A flaming arrow was lit, sent flying out to meet Frigga's boat. Flames consumed it. Then more arrows flew and met the other boats, flames growing. Burning.
As Frigga's boat drifted to the edge of the sea, Odin beat Gungnir on the ground, and her body turned to stardust, floating up into the sky.
Sigyn's gaze followed them.
An ocean of stars. Billions of shining lights, the same she and Loki once lied under. The same she once asked Frigga about.
I miss you, Frigga. A tear ran down her cheek as hundreds of lights were released, each drifting to the sky. Stars in their own right.
I will keep your son Loki safe. Give him your love and mine, love him more than I ever have before. I will help Thor, and Jane, the mortal. I promise, I will do you proud. Even if you were not my birth mother,
She swallowed,
You were a mother to me.
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OG616 : Thor 1 - Pt.8 [Epilogue]
[My masterlist, where all parts of this and my other fics can be found]
Pairing: Loki / Sigyn (basically an oc based off the marvel/myth namesake)
Warnings: None.
Author’s Note: This is a shorter part, with two different POVs as we leave the first part of the story and move onto the next...!
Taglist: @high-functioning-lokipath
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Thor had arrived on Earth with a storm in tow, immediately finding that Loki was captured by humans. After a brief argument on a mountainside, and a slightly less brief altercation between him and two warriors that ended with half of a forest being leveled, he boarded their flying ship called the Helicarrier and resolved to talk some sense into his brother.
He’d already tried to appeal to Loki’s humanity once.
"I thought you dead." He had said, a mix of sadness and anger welling up inside of him. He’d wanted his brother back, certainly - but hadn’t considered how his brother might be if he did return.
Now that cold reality faced him, staring him down with utter hatred.
"Did you mourn?"
"We all did. Me, Mother - Sigyn most of all."
Loki tensed.
Maybe Thor could get through to him.
"Our father-"
"Your father," Loki held up his hand, wrenching himself from Thor's grip.
"He did tell you my true parentage, did he not?"
Thor sighed, walking through the winding halls of the Helicarrier. That talk hadn’t ended well. In fact it had hadn’t properly ended at all - a rough interruption by Tony Stark meant too much had been left unsaid.
Eventually, he reached Loki’s room.
It was a holding cell, designed for a creature the mortals called The Hulk. The alter-ego, apparently, of a quiet scientist named Banner.
The door shut behind him as Thor stepped into the room, not stopping until he reached a viewing area for the cell. Sure enough, Loki was inside, scrutinizing his every move with a calculating gaze.
"I do not wish to entertain long conversation with you, Loki. I only wish to keep a promise."
The trickster stepped closer, intrigued.
It was a promising sign. If anything could sway Loki, it was the people he loved. Perhaps this would get through to him, would convince him to finally come home.
"Sigyn wanted me to tell you, she loves you. She still loves you. She always will, no matter what."
Clenching his jaw, Loki lowered his gaze.
"She wept for you. Countless nights, she wailed in agony. Longing for you, missing you."
Loki swallowed.
Thor continued, "And to this day, she has defended you. She speaks on your behalf, tries to convince everyone you're still a good man." He shifted his weight. "She has remained completely loyal to you."
Loki looked back up at him.
Silence.
Dead silence.
Thor clenched his fists. "Do you not care? Has this power so corrupted you that you forget your own family?"
"Of course I-" Loki stopped himself, hissed a sigh. "I have not forgotten her."
"Yet you never once reached out for her. Never once sought her, even before you fell."
Loki glared at him. "I was protecting her."
"You were protecting yourself."
"You know nothing of my intentions," Loki sneered, "If you are done relaying the message, leave."
Thor exhaled a deep sigh, and left without another word.
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Loki watched Thor leave, watched the door close with a soft whish behind him. And once again, he was completely alone.
Or so he thought.
He turned, freezing when he caught the eye of another. Brown eyes. Soft and deep, gleaming with tears.
He exhaled a tense breath, his brow furrowing.
His wife stood before him. She looked older, now, and wiser - or perhaps pain masqueraded as wisdom. She looked thin. Pale. Hurt.
"Sigyn?" His voice didn't sound like his own - it sounded feeble. Fragile. But as he looked at his wife, he realized the edges of her looked flat.
An illusion in the glass.
He relaxed, but only slightly, as she cried. She couldn't speak. Wouldn't speak? He moved closer.
Say something. Don't just stand there and-
He blinked. The vision of her disappeared, not a trace left. He stopped in his tracks, letting his fingertips hover a hair's breadth from the glass, from the place her cheek had been. Her face...
He closed his eyes. Let a stray tear roll down his cheek. Something flooded in his mind, something murky and heavy.
"You have a job to do," snarled a voice that had become all too familiar.
The Other.
A chill ran down his spine, but he dared not show it. The voice continued, "Do not indulge in such meaningless distractions."
"I am not so easily distracted." Loki stood in the dark, now, for a moment. In the crushing darkness of that horrid place, the one place he truly feared. But he wouldn’t show that fear. No, he couldn’t. They could never know how terrified he really was.
He stood his ground as The Other sneered, staring with an eyeless gaze.
He stared right back. "Rally your troops. Soon, I will open the gateway - victory will be ours."
"Victory will be his." The Other spat. "As all should be."
Loki clenched his jaw.
"Do not disappoint him, Asgardian... Or he will, perhaps, prevent further distractions." The creature's hand found its way to his face. Loki jerked away as a searing pain flashed through his body - and his eyes opened, faced only with blank glass.
He had to push any thought of her from his mind. Had to protect her.
They had already seen too much, and if he revealed much more...
No. No, He could never know about her.
Loki gulped at the thought.
Never.
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OG616 : Thor 1 - Pt.7 [Whispers from Beyond]
[My masterlist, where all parts of this and my other fics can be found]
Pairing: Loki / Sigyn (basically an oc based off the marvel/myth namesake)
Warnings: A bit of angst.
Author’s Note: Have a little humor, as a treat.
Taglist: @high-functioning-lokipath
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Seasons changed and life moved on, though Sigyn never did feel quite the same.
A part of her always hoped she'd wake up one morning to find Loki's arms around her, holding her close. Hear his voice. Spend days with him, like they used to. Before their lives changed and they were ripped apart. She wore the necklace every day, and held it when she thought of him.
I love you. I miss you. She would say to herself, silently hoping somehow he would hear it, he would know she hadn’t forgotten him.
Some relationships flourished. Sigyn spent more time with Frigga, honing her magic and talking with the queen as she tended her quiet, cherished gardens. She grew even closer to Thor and his friends, Lady Sif and the Warriors Three, who would occasionally spar with her - though she was never as capable as they were, she still enjoyed their matches.
But other relationships were strained. Odin and Sigyn never saw eye-to-eye regarding Loki. They remained civil, and Sigyn never disrespected him, but things things were different nonetheless.
A year after Loki's death, and unbeknownst to Sigyn, Frigga hurried into the throne room. Everyone turned to watch her as she entered, intent on her goal.
She stopped before Odin's throne and said three words:
"Loki is alive."
Later, Odin called a meeting. Royals, commanders, and a jarls alike were called to discuss an “Urgent Matter.”
Mysteriously, Sigyn was not invited.
She planned on attending anyway.
"The fact remains," Odin spake, standing tall before the others, "That the Bifrost is still destroyed. Until it is repaired, we cannot send any Einherjar to aid other realms. But if what Frigga saw is true, this is no small matter of scavengers ransacking a single village. The entirety of Midgard and, therefore, Yggdrasil itself, is at stake..."
Sigyn heard some of Odin’s speech before two huge golden doors were shut in front of her. She tried to enter, but was barred further by two Einherjar.
"I'm sorry, Princess, but you mustn't enter."
"Everyone else is in there."
"Allfather Odin forbade you join them."
"Of course," She glared at the door. "Because everything worked out so well the last time he kept things from me.."
The Einherjar shifted his feet. "You may not enter."
She sighed, walking away. "Fine."
If only I were better at illusions... She peered back around at the Einherjar.
I could cloak myself and walk right past them. Or, perhaps, cause a ruckus loud enough to draw them away from the door...
She glanced down at her hand. Cast a spell in it, watching the magic twirl around her fingers.
Do I care more about what Odin may do, or hearing what they're talking about?
She looked down the hall. A servant and their dog were walking away from her.
... I'm tired of being left in the dark.
She threw a spell at them - harmless, of course. The dog barked at his master, wagging his tail wildly. "No- Down! Off me-!" The servant stumbled back, tripping into a sconce.
Which fell.
And crashed on the floor.
Another sconce fell. The dog barked louder. The servant yelled louder. More sconces tumbled to the ground.
The Einherjar ran past Sigyn, and she burst into the room to find everyone staring at her. Her cheeks turned pink.
Bad idea.
She gulped, looking up at Odin, who was glaring at her.
Horrible idea.
She took a deep breath, walking to the meeting table with her chin raised. "I refuse to be left out of such an important meeting! If Prince Thor is attending, so am I."
Thor suppressed a chuckle behind his fist, his eyes squinting with a smile.
Frigga, seated at Odin's side, eyed her daughter. "What did you do?"
A horrible crash resounded from outside the room. Someone screamed. The dog kept barking as it ran away.
Sigyn blushed. ".. Well I'm not exactly proud of it-"
The queen sighed. Waved her hand. The commotion outside stopped. "Come sit down, Sigyn. I had wanted you here from the beginning, and it seems the Norns are on our side.."
Sigyn obliged, taking an empty seat across from Thor.
Odin shot another disapproving glance at Sigyn before continuing.
"Midgard is perhaps the most crucial point in Yggdrasil. If Loki is helping the mad titan Thanos, we must stop him at any cost."
"What?!" Sigyn shot up out of her seat.
With a heavy sigh, Odin turned to his wife. "You see, Frigga, this is why she was to be kept away."
"Loki is- What?"
Frigga stood, taking Sigyn by the shoulders. "Earlier, I glimpsed something, with my magic.." She swallowed, "Loki."
Tears began flowing down Sigyn's cheeks without her fully realizing.
"I had meant to tell you separately, but... He was with the titan, Thanos, and another creature I did not know. He wielded a scepter. It looked powerful.. Like nothing I had seen before. He spoke to me, claiming it was not the time to talk, and sent me away. That is all I saw."
Sigyn trembled.
Loki is alive- But he isn't safe. Where is he? Why didn't he come home?
"Now we believe he's headed to Midgard. We must stop him, bring him back home."
"I will go." Sigyn spoke up, voice shaky.
Odin stood. "No, you will not."
"If Loki is alive, I should be the one of those sent to retrieve him! He has always listened to me most. He trusts me-"
"I have only the power to send one of us. With the Bifrost destroyed, we will have to use other - dangerous - means to reach Midgard."
Sigyn went silent.
Only one.
And he won't send me... He didn't even want me to know Loki was alive.
"Who, then?"
"That is what we were deciding, before you interrupted us so masterfully."
Sigyn quieted down. "... I understand, my apologies, I.. I only wanted to know what was happening.."
Without a response, Odin turned to face the others. "We must choose who among us is most fit to retrieve Loki and return him to Asgard."
Loki is alive.
Everyone else's words blurred to mere noise.
Loki is alive.
She pondered over everything that had happened. Everything he had been through. Everything she had been through.
He's out there. Somewhere.
She swallowed hard. The garbled voices around her kept talking.
My husband is alive. We have to save him.
"We are in agreement, then?" Odin asked the group. Sigyn's gaze darted up to him. "We are in agreement, that Thor is to be sent to Midgard?"
The table responded in unison. Agreed.
Sigyn looked at Thor. He nodded at her, understanding what her look meant:
Bring him home to me. Bring him home safe.
"I agree," Sigyn spoke last of all, "Thor should be sent."
Odin gritted his teeth in annoyance, but nodded, letting Gungnir resound throughout the room to mark the final decision.
"Very well. Thor, prepare for your journey. The rest of you are free to leave."
~~~~
Sigyn stood before Thor.
Her brother, as far as she was concerned. She'd always loved him like a brother, ever since they were friends and eventually, family.
He shifted his weight, gripped Mjolnir tighter.
"Thor," She pursed her lips, blinking against her misty eyes. She clutched her necklace. "Bring Loki back home. Please, bring him back home to me."
He nodded, grasping her hand in his. They stood together in silence, then as another sob overtook her, he hugged her once.
"I swear to you, I will find him. I will return him home to you," He pulled away. "You have my word."
She nodded, stepping back from him. He gave her another glance before turning to Odin, who readied his magic.
"Thor?" Sigyn struggled to speak.
He looked at her.
"Tell him I love him. I still love him. No matter what."
He clenched his jaw and gave her a single, understanding nod.
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OG616 : Thor 1 - Pt.3 [The Odinsleep]
[My masterlist, where all parts of this and my other fics can be found]
Pairing: Loki / Sigyn (basically an oc based off the marvel/myth namesake)
Warnings: Some mention of violence/death. All past tense.
Author’s Note: It’s getting worse.
Taglist: @high-functioning-lokipath
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Something has happened.
Something is wrong.
Sigyn sat alone in the library, a forgotten book lying open next to her. The last remnants of evening light gleamed over the city. Fiery hues of red and gold, mixing with the slightest whisper of purple. So far, the Bifrost had fired - thrice. She heard it, the distant, low rumble.
Loki still hadn't come for her.
Healers bustled around the castle. Rumors spread.
"The Warriors Three were wounded."
"Prince Thor hasn't been seen since they returned."
"The Allfather mentioned Jotunheim."
Sigyn decided against bothering the healers or trying to find her brother and his friends. Instead, she decided, she should stay put. Things were better that way. No need to worry, she told herself. Everything would work out, and soon Loki would peer around the corner, wearing his signature smirk. Ready to tell her how foolish Thor was being, or how relieved he was to be home.
So she waited.
And waited.
She twiddled her thumbs, gazing out a window. The day was fading. Tones of amber and gold mixed with cobalt blue, where stars began to twinkle, promising the coming night. Asgard always had beautiful sunsets.
"Princess?" The guard's voice made her turn. "Princess Sigyn, the bookkeeper asks you retire soon."
"Yes. Of course…" She stood, returning the book to its shelf.
The guard didn't move.
".. Do you need something else?"
"Prince Loki requested I escort you to your quarters."
Sigyn whipped around to face him. "He’s home?"
"He is preoccupied."
".. Very well, follow me, though I wish Loki would do it himself. Where is he?"
The guard led her from the library, on the usual route back to her quarters.
"He is at the Allfather's bedside, milady."
"The Allfather…?"
"Has fallen into the Odinsleep."
Sigyn stopped. "What?"
"Allfather Odin has fallen into the Odinsleep. Had you not known?"
Without a word, Sigyn turned and walked in a different direction.
"My lady, where-"
"I need to see the Allfather."
"My lady," The guard jogged after her, "My orders were to escort you back to your room..."
"Consider this taking the long way."
"Princess Sigyn." he stressed.
Sigyn sighed, looking at him. "I ask that you please escort me to the Allfather before you escort me to my quarters."
After a moment of silence, she asked again. "Please?"
With a sigh, he finally spoke. "Yes, my lady. But only this once. I fear Prince Loki's wrath should I displease him…"
"Leave my husband to me. He can be difficult, but he'll come around."
They reached the Allfather's cavernous room. Entered.
There, in a great bed, lie Odin. Frigga was on one side, Loki, the other. A golden aura encapsulated the Allfather, cloaked him in shining light which shifted and writhed like waves.
"Sigyn," Frigga stood, "Daughter."
"Frigga." Sigyn smiled at her, but quickly looked back at Odin. It was jarring, to see him there. The king of the realm, the most powerful of all of them by far, reduced to a deep sleep. Defenseless.
Without him to govern the realm, perhaps the Frost Giants could attack again, could-
No. That would never happen.
Loki stood, staring the guard down. "I told you to escort her back to our chambers."
"Yes, Prince Loki, but when she heard about the Allfather-"
"I don't care. You should be flogged for disobeying my orders."
"Loki, have mercy on him." Sigyn glanced at him. "It's not his fault I decided to run off."
"So it was you again? Sigyn, you mustn't keep running about like this, you’ll end up hurting yourself." Loki walked over to her. But he didn't touch her, didn't take her hand like he normally would. "Go to bed, Sigyn. It's late."
"But what of the Allfather? Is he safe? Are we safe? Loki, how did this happen?"
Loki’s jaw clenched. An unfamiliar, pained look flashed across his eyes, but quickly left.
Sigyn's brow furrowed. "Loki?" He avoided her gaze. Avoided getting too close. Have I done something wrong?
Frigga walked to them, embracing Sigyn in a light hug. "My dear, worry not. Tomorrow we'll have a better understanding of how long Odin may rest… Until then, you should rest." She kissed Sigyn's forehead, then turned to Loki. "Both of you."
Loki opened his mouth to respond, but shut it. Instead he nodded, dismissing the guard and motioning Sigyn toward toward the door. She turned back to Odin, pondering as she stepped backward to follow Loki.
"Sigyn." He called.
"Coming..." She took a final glance over her shoulder before leaving the room.
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Sigyn waited for Loki to embrace her that night, but he never did. She supposed the day had been very rough, and he would talk to her in the morning.
She expected him to. To wake her up the next morning, venting about how reckless Thor had been again. How Volstagg had nearly gotten himself killed again. How everyone had acted like complete oafs, only for him to save them all again.
Sigyn would smile and lie there with him, agreeing with him, stroking his ebony-black hair. Tracing the line of his jaw. Perhaps stealing a few kisses.
But that never happened.
Instead, Sigyn awoke to find she was alone.
"Loki?"
No answer.
She pulled a blanket around herself, trudged over to the balcony. Even with her nightdress on, she felt cold.
There Loki, fully dressed as though he’d been up for hours already, stood overlooking the city.
"Did you sleep well?"
He jumped, turned to face her. "You startled me."
She pursed her lips, walking over to join him. "I'm sorry, I hadn't meant to…"
"It's fine." He turned back to the city and set his jaw firm. He didn't smile.
Didn't say good morning.
Didn't jest or chuckle or tease her about the blanket.
He didn't even seem to notice the blanket.
What's going on with you? Why aren't you yourself? My love, why won't you look at me?
".. Any news of the Allfather?" She focused on the city. She loved this city. But more, she loved the man next to her, the man who still hadn’t looked her in the eye.
"No."
"And of the Warriors Three? I heard they were wounded."
Loki shifted next to her. "Yes. Fandral and Volstagg both."
"And?"
"They're being healed." His tone was short, his jaw still clenched.
"I’m glad to hear it." Sigyn practically felt the conversation waning. Gasping for breath. Dying. She cleared her throat. "And Thor? Is he well? I didn't hear from him yesterday. Though I suspect he may be tending to his wounded pride.."
"Thor is banished." Loki spoke far too calmly.
Sigyn froze. Blinked. "... What?"
"Odin banished him."
She turned to face him, head already swimming with questions. But all she could manage was- "Why?!"
Loki huffed through his nose. "Sigyn, isn't it obvious? We went to Jotunheim. The imbecile nearly got us all killed because a few stray Frost Giants broke into the weapon's vault. Thor practically committed treason."
Sigyn’s blood ran cold. "But- You warned a guard, so you’d be stopped?"
"That was my plan, Sigyn." Loki was growing tenser by the second, and yet, he refused to look at her. Refused to acknowledge the fact her hand was reaching for his. "It's the guard's fault for taking so long; this could've been prevented."
Sigyn went silent, trying to comprehend everything.
"...Where did the Allfather send him?"
"I don't know."
"Will he ever come back?"
"I don't know, Sigyn!" He shouted, finally facing her, then stilled himself when he saw how her eyes had gone wide, how she’d pulled away from him.
He breathed, swallowing and hushing his tone. "There's no telling when Thor may return. And now our realm is weak; we have no king, no crown prince, and no assurance our borders are even capable of keeping out two Jotuns - much less an army of them."
Sigyn swallowed. Loki turned away, running a hand through his hair.
".. They won't get in again, will they?"
He glanced at her. "I cannot say for sure."
"So they might."
"Of course they might. I won't pretend our realm is safe. None of us are safe now. Laufey practically declared war while we were on Jotunheim."
"War?" Sigyn's pulse quickened.
"He mentioned it."
"Oh, Loki.." She leaned against the balcony wall, hugged her blanket tighter around herself.
So the truce was broken. Jotuns, at war with Asgard, like they were when she was a child. Her thoughts drifted back to then – to the stories of fearsome, bloodthirsty creatures from a world of ice and darkness. Her father had told her those stories of the Jotuns he slayed. Hundreds, he said, had challenged him. He killed every one of them.
Sigyn shivered. If war came again, she would hardly be able to help – she was weaker than other Asgardians, more delicate, more… Cold. She always felt cold.
Luckily, Loki felt rather cold too.
He always said that it proved he and Sigyn were destined to be married. Her skin hardly felt different to him...
She looked back at her husband.
He hadn't moved. Still deep in thought, he stared out over the city, his brow furrowed, his body tense. She hadn’t seen him this tense in a long time.
"Loki…" She moved closer, "Whatever happens, I love you. And I trust you. We'll be okay."
He tried to smile. But there was still a shadow behind his eyes. He seemed closed off, removed... Like there was a gap between the two of them.
She returned it, nodding slightly. "We'll be fine. Just fine."
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OG616 : Thor 1 - Pt.5 [The Fallen Prince]
[My masterlist, where all parts of this and my other fics can be found]
Pairing: Loki / Sigyn (basically an oc based off the marvel/myth namesake)
Warnings: Mentions of violence, though nothing serious.
Author’s Note: get ready for the pain train, choo-choo.
Taglist: @high-functioning-lokipath
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It sounded like war already.
That evening, Sigyn was surprised to hear the Bifrost activate again. Something entered the palace. The two Einherjar outside Sigyn's chambers ordered her to stay within, where she was safe. She didn't argue.
She heard a struggle, what sounded like Gungnir being fired. Distant explosions. Cries.
Norns, please, if nothing else, keep Loki safe.
The Bifrost was activated yet again.
Sigyn ran to the balcony, looking out over the city, trying to catch a glimpse of who had arrived on Asgard, when she heard a familiar sound from the distance, saw a streak of scarlet heading for the castle.
"Thor!"
He disappeared behind one of the palace's spires.
But with him here, Asgard is safer. He and Loki can protect the realm until Odin awakes. Everything will go back to normal!
She swallowed, anxiously awaiting Thor or Loki to come get her. They'd smile. Tell her they'd won the battle. Celebrate.
She turned back toward the room.
Loki's helmet was gone. He must've summoned it to himself. But wearing his helmet meant he was still fighting...
He'll be fine. Thor is his ally - the Einherjar, too. They'll all fight off whatever has come here.
An enormous crash from outside made her look back over the balcony edge.
Thor was falling.
Thor had crashed through a wall of the palace and was falling.
"No!" Sigyn ran to the door. The Einherjar met her.
"Princess, you must stay here."
"No- Thor's hurt-"
"By order of the king, stay here."
They shut the door before she could retort.
Frustrated, she ran out to the balcony. The Bifrost glowed. Again. But this time, it didn't seem right. It was too bright, too loud. Left on for too long. The Bifrost never took that long to activate.
Thor flew out to it.
He's alive.
Then blue light shone from the Bifrost. The Bifrost isn't that shade of blue..
More explosions. Something broke through the Bifrost observatory, which was quickly gaining power. No one had shut it down yet.
Where's Heimdall?!
Lightning struck the bridge. Another explosion.
Then silence.
Deathly silence.
The Bifrost was still gaining power, it looked ready to burst.
Sigyn gripped the edge of the balcony tighter.
Then a low, deep boom. A flash of light.
Another.
And another.
Someone's destroying the Bifrost.
Each flash got brighter. Louder.
Please, please, wherever he is, let Loki be safe-
A final blow met the bridge with a resounding explosion, bright as a sun. The shock wave of the blast spread out over the ocean, over the city.
Sigyn watched in horror as the Bifrost fell into the abyss. Nothing else happened. She couldn't make out if anyone there was still alive.
Thor must have escaped. And Loki is king - he would've stayed here to defend the palace.
The threat was gone. It had to be.
She squinted, struggling to see in the fading light. Thor was returning, along with someone else.
They're all safe!
Sigyn raced out of the room, past the Einherjar, who yelled after her. Past patches of melting ice. Past wounded warriors, who were making their way to the healing room. She ran until she saw Thor, returning from the battle, with Odin next to him.
"You're awake- You've healed!" Sigyn ran faster to meet her father. Her brother. Her family. "You're home!" She met Thor with a hug as tight as she could muster.
But he didn't chuckle. Didn't smile.
"Sigyn.."
"All right, yes, sorry," She beamed up at him. "But you knew I'd have to embrace you, you're home at last! You're both well and- where's Loki?" She spun, looking for him. Frigga had joined them, looking slightly hurt, but otherwise well.
"Loki?" She turned again, facing Thor. “Is he with the healers? Is..”
He gazed down at her with misty eyes.
A few feet away, Odin whispered to Frigga, who broke into tears.
"Mother?" Sigyn turned, meeting the queen's gaze.
Her blood ran cold. That look. That horrible, dreadful look, unlike any Frigga had given her before.
"Frigga.." Odin looked weary.
"No. There can be no more secrets between us." Frigga exchanged a look with her husband, who after a moment of thought, conceded.
"Very well.. But we will tell Thor first."
Thor stopped Sigyn from stepping in front of Odin. "Sister."
"Why does nobody tell me what's going on? Where is Loki? What happened to him? What happened to you?" Her breath quickened, her heart raced. Any semblance of patience had gone.
"That," Odin turned to her with a decisive tone, "Will be explained momentarily. Einherjar, keep Sigyn here. Thor.. Come."
"That's not fair-"
"Sister," Thor placed an arm on her shoulder, "Wait. Wait a while longer. Father knows what he's doing."
"I'm not so sure." Sigyn huffed.
The thunder god exhaled a heavy breath. "I know." He smoothed down her hair. "Please trust him anyway."
She swallowed. Nodded. Then watched as Thor followed his parents into a separate room, the door closing behind them.
~~~~
Sigyn waited for what felt like hours.
She heard hushed whispers. Questions. Crying.
Her stomach churned. Where's Loki? He'd come for me by now.. Maybe he's in the healing room. Maybe Thor couldn't bear to tell me he was wounded. But he'll be okay.
We will all be okay.
The door opened. Sigyn stood.
Stay strong.
Thor exited the room first, his face screwed into a firm, pained grimace. He paced back and forth, gripping Mjolnir tightly.
Sigyn decided it was best to leave him alone. She turned back to the doorway.
Frigga stood, waiting for her, tears streaming down her cheeks. Silently, she beckoned Sigyn over.
Stay strong for him.
Sigyn joined her mother, glanced over her shoulder at Thor, who halted in his pacing.
"Brother?" Her voice was soft. Pleading. She didn't want to face this, whatever it was, alone.
He swallowed hard, and without a word, walked in with her and closed the door.
Sigyn sat across from Odin and Frigga. Thor stood nearby.
Odin broke the silence first.
"Where to begin.."
"You could begin with how you fell into the Odinsleep," Sigyn piped up, growing tenser by the moment. A part of her expected Loki to burst in at any moment, desperate to see her. To know she was okay. To hug her and keep her close.
"No, I think we must start from the beginning. The very beginning."
Sigyn furrowed her brow.
Before he could continue, Frigga spoke up. "Sigyn," She swallowed against another bout of tears, "We ask one thing of you."
"Yes?"
"Try to let us explain before you respond."
Sigyn fidgeted.
Frigga's hands quivered as she took a deep breath. "Please, give us a chance."
Slowly, Sigyn nodded.
~~~~
Sigyn lost track of how long she was there, listening to their explanation. Seeing Frigga struggle to hold back sobs. Seeing Odin himself work to remain composed.
But she stayed quiet, as Frigga requested. The shock alone was enough to keep her silent. The pain reduced her to staying there, slowly sinking further and further into herself, her cloak pulled close like a security blanket.
Loki was a Frost Giant. Laufey's son. A Jotun prince.
He'd been abandoned. Left to die, because he was too small. A runt. Not good enough.
Odin found him when he was just a baby. Took him in. Lied to him. Lied to everyone.
Sigyn bit the inside of her cheek.
Loki had discovered the truth while on Jotunheim. Odin found him in the weapons vault, they had argued - the argument made him fall into the Odinsleep.
Loki felt responsible for Odin's strength giving way. Her heart ached for him.
The three kept explaining.
Each word felt like a knife sliding Sigyn's gut. Every sentence stung. By now, she'd forgotten she was crying.
Loki would never try to have Thor killed.
Loki would never conspire with the Frost Giants.
Loki would never try to massacre an entire race.
Not my Loki.
"...And with the Bifrost destroyed, Jotunheim was saved." Thor was standing, Mjolnir placed carefully at his side.
Sigyn gulped. ".. Where's Loki now?"
The room went silent.
Her heart felt ready to burst. Her voice quivered.
"Where is Loki?"
Thor gave her a solemn look.
"Father was barely able to grab us in time, keep us from falling into the abyss."
"So he's safe then? Unharmed?"
"He.. Sigyn, he pleaded as though he'd done all of this - the scheming, the manipulating, the killing - to make father proud."
Sigyn swallowed.
"When father denounced him, he.." Thor clenched his fists, "He threw himself into the abyss."
Sigyn turned away from Thor, looking to her parents, desperate for an explanation. There was no way. There was no way that what Thor was insinuating could be true.
Frigga covered her face. Odin stared back at Sigyn, stoic, and spoke.
"Loki is dead."
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OG616 : Thor 1 - Pt.4 [A New King]
[My masterlist, where all parts of this and my other fics can be found]
Pairing: Loki / Sigyn (basically an oc based off the marvel/myth namesake)
Warnings: Angst? Maybe?
Author’s Note:
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"I'm going to find Sif." Sigyn clipped a short dark brown cloak around her shoulders. She was dressed in her regular clothes, now – sapphire and silver, dyed leathers mixed with comfortable, woven fabric. Like Lady Sif, she usually wore pants rather than dresses - but while Sif did so for flexibility in battle, Sigyn preferred it mainly for horseback riding. And it showed: her attire had hardly any metal on it, more breathable and adjustable than most armors. She smirked approvingly at her reflection before turning to Loki.
Loki nodded an understanding. He was still on the balcony. Staring out over the city, as though glued there, tethered there by some unseen force. She wasn't even sure he'd eaten yet.
She walked closer to him. Stopped a few paces behind, and waited.
"...Loki, are you all right?"
"I’m fine."
He didn't sound fine.
But she figured he was just as scared as she was, just as concerned. After all, their entire world had changed in a day.
Perhaps he needed more time. Time to mull over things, to process. He was always an introspective sort of person.
"I'll be careful."
Another nod.
Give him time.
Sigyn glanced at him once more on her way out.
~~~~
As she made her way through the castle, following a guard's guide of where the Warriors Three were resting, Sigyn thought to herself.
If Laufey truly meant his declaration of war, the Frost Giants would be here by now. They would already send war bands. Heimdall would see them, she assured herself, quickening her pace. They must still think Thor is still here. And they don't know about Odin... They have no reason to believe we're vulnerable.
She straightened up.
If we act wisely, we can avoid war. But first, we have to bring Thor home.
Sigyn reached a set of large gold doors. The guards in front of it stepped aside, allowed her to enter.
"It still stings a bit…"
"You've had worse, my friend."
"Believe it or not, Volstagg, being impaled on ice rather hurts."
“Who would have thought?” Sigyn stepped into the healing room. It was a comfortable, enclosed space with a fire in the center. Clearly, they had been here before – their wounds mostly mended, now only needing a checkup. The warriors turned to her.
"Ah, my beautiful Sigyn..." Fandral practically jumped up to greet her, kissing her hand with a wink. “Come to see me, have you?” She noticed the wrapping still around his otherwise bare torso. He caught her eye and shrugged playfully.
"Now he feels better.." Sif snorted.
“No, Fandral...” Sigyn smiled. The Warriors Three - and Lady Sif - had always felt like family to her, ever since she spent more time in the palace. They certainly joked like family. “I was rather hoping you could explain what happened yesterday.”
The room went quiet.
"Loki has been remarkably silent, even for him. What little he has said is far from good news. I'm worried."
"Well," Volstagg shifted in his seat, "What do you want to know?"
Sigyn took a seat across from Sif. Fandral joined her.
"Did anything happen to Loki, while you were away? He hasn’t been himself lately."
Sif shook her head, "Not that I saw. Though we were in the heat of battle... We may not have noticed."
"A bit of his armor was damaged," Fandral glanced at Sigyn, "But no. He wasn't hurt. He seemed remarkably untouched."
Volstagg nodded. "But it's not like Loki to get jostled in battle, now, is it?"
Fandral chuckled. "Doesn't want to ruin his hair."
"You're one to talk." Sif smirked at him.
"Where was Thor banished to?" Sigyn pressed.
"We don't know." Sif swallowed. "Allfather Odin demanded we leave the Bifrost before he was banished... And we had wounds to tend."
"Was Loki with you?"
"No. He stayed while Odin and Thor.. Talked."
Sigyn felt the breath leave her chest. "..He lied." She stood, clenching her jaw.
"…Well, that is one of his defining traits," Fandral settled into his seat.
"No, he told me he didn't know where Thor was. He lied. Oh, Loki, what is wrong with you?" She started toward the door, but Sif spoke.
"Sigyn - if there is any way to bring Thor back…" The warrior was standing, watching her with pleading eyes.
Sigyn paused, let out a deep breath. "I hope there is. But we can't do anything until we know where he is."
~~~~
On the way back to her quarters, Sigyn asked palace guards if they had any idea where Thor may be, or how Odin fell into the Odinsleep. None knew.
She re-entered her room. "Loki, I need to speak-"
Loki was gone.
Of course he was gone.
"Perfect."
"Is something wrong, Princess?" A guard peered around the door.
"Where is my husband?"
"Prince Loki has gone to the Allfather."
"Thank you." Sigyn made her way to the Allfather's room.
Act wisely and we'll avoid war... She huffed. We're off to a magnificent start, now Loki's lying to me. She pursed her lips. Don't assume anything. Give him a chance to explain. He deserves a chance to explain.
She reached the Allfather's room, stepping in to find Frigga, still at Odin's bedside.
"He's just left." Frigga stroked Odin's hand, speaking with her eyes still trained on him. She had a way of knowing just what people wanted.
Sigyn let out an audible sigh. "Just marvelous..."
Frigga smiled, turning to her. "You'll find him in the throne room."
"Throne room..?"
Frigga nodded at Sigyn. "The throne room."
With a slight huff, Sigyn turned and left, and broke into a sprint. A few passersby shot her looks as she ran past them, but she hardly cared. She was more concerned with finding Loki.
Throne room.
Why would Loki be in the throne room? He was a prince; princes hardly belonged there. Unless...
As she neared the throne room, she heard voices.
She turned the corner and - "Ah!" - Nearly collided with Volstagg.
"Whoa, you must be more careful, Princess." He steadied her shoulders, keeping her from falling over. She smiled in thanks, still breathing heavily.
"My apologies, sorry.."
"In a hurry to see your beloved?" Fandral stepped up beside Volstagg.
"Actually I was. Frigga said he was here."
"Oh, he's definitely here." There was an air of spite in Fandral's voice.
Sigyn paused. Even Fandral didn't despise Loki that much. "What's going on?"
"See for yourself." Sif passed by, giving a slight nod as she did.
Sigyn furrowed her brow when they left, then entered the throne room.
She froze.
Loki.
Loki was there.
Standing tall, clad in his full armor and holding Gungnir. He looked imposing. Regal. Kingly.
When did this happen?
She inched forward, astonished.
"You're allowed to speak, Sigyn." Loki straightened up, but his gaze was soft.
Sigyn now stood before him, mouth slightly agape, still staring at him.
"Did you plan on telling me about this?"
Loki smiled. "Actually, a guard was on his way to bring you here."
Sigyn nodded, adjusting to the sight of Loki as king. Loki as king. She swallowed.
".. Loki, I need to speak with you."
"Clearly."
"Why did you lie about Thor?"
His jaw stiffened. "I couldn't tell you."
"Why?"
Loki paused a moment… "Because if I told you, you would go after him."
Sigyn's cheeks turned a slight pink. "I.. Would not necessarily-"
"Oh, I think you would."
She shifted her weight. "I'm only trying to help."
"Even if you were to find Thor, you couldn't help him. He's on his own."
"And what of Odin? Of the Frost Giants? If they make it back into Asgard, if they find out our eldest prince and our king are powerless to defend us, they could-"
"Silence."
Sigyn shrank back, folding her hands.
"Odin will rest until he is restored. The Frost Giants have no knowledge of him nor Thor. And I am king, now."
They watched each other, each waiting for the other's move.
Sigyn broke the silence, never breaking eye contact with Loki. "Very well. Guard, have Villieldr saddled."
"Stay here, Einherjar." Loki turned to the guard, who remained at his post, then looked back at Sigyn.
Sigyn clenched her jaw. "I-"
"I am your king, Sigyn," He spoke with intent, lowering his head slightly, "And as your king, I order you to remain within the palace. Understood?"
She stepped back, fidgeting her hands. He never spoke like that to her. He hardly even raised his voice at her.
He's scared. His father and his brother are practically gone. He's carrying the burden of the throne now. The burden of the entire realm.
Just listen to him.
".. Yes, my king," She bowed, "As you wish."
Loki turned, cape sweeping after him, returning to his throne. He sat, watching her as she left.
~~~~
Sigyn stayed in the palace, as Loki ordered. She sat in a chair – one of a pair in their room, next to a table they set books on. But she hardly felt like reading. She had hoped to ride down to the Bifrost and ask Heimdall where Thor was, demand someone give her answers, but of course, Loki forbade it.
And he was her husband.
And her king.
This wasn't like times before, where she'd sneaked off before the sun rose, saddled her horse, and galloped off to explore the forest. Loki wouldn't follow her like he used to, laughing and calling for her, telling her how she should at least eat breakfast before going on adventures.
She wasn't sure Loki would laugh much anymore.
With a gentle sigh, she wiped a strand of hair back from her face. There was nothing more to do. Even if Frigga knew where Thor was, Sigyn couldn't change anything. She tapped her foot in annoyance.
Her only option was to wait.
Finally surrendering, she grabbed a book and took it out to the balcony. Opened it. The pages were covered in sketches, wispy drawings of various objects and people.
Her helmet. A wine goblet. A fire pit. Sif's sword. Mjolnir. Loki's daggers.
She turned more pages.
Villieldr, her beloved horse. Odin's horse Sleipnir. An Einherjar. Frigga.
Another page.
Loki.
She paused.
Loki, asleep on a quiet afternoon. Loki, deeply focused on perfecting a spell. Sharpening his daggers. Reading. Grinning after a particularly skilled trick.
She ran her fingers down the page, tracing his jawline with her fingertips. She heard footsteps, with a third beat accompanying them, then the soft clink of metal on the table. Someone stepped onto the balcony.
".. I thought you'd be in our room."
Sigyn lifted her head, snapping the book shut.
Don't mistreat him just because you're hurt. Don't make the wrong choice.
"I was. For a time. But then I wanted some fresh air."
Loki stopped next to her.
"Don't think I'm punishing you by keeping you here. I'm trying to keep you safe."
"I don't think that."
Loki hummed an understanding, turning to the city.
Sigyn joined him. Shifted her weight. "When were you crowned?"
"Today. Mother gave me Gungnir. I'm to act as king until Odin wakes."
"...I'm sorry, Loki."
He turned to her, his brow furrowed.
"I'm sorry all this has happened," She looked at him.
He swallowed.
"Loki, I," She stepped closer, "I can't imagine the pressure you're under. Everything that's happened in so short a time, everything that might happen.."
His expression didn't change. He just watched her. Silent. Waiting.
Please talk to me.
Please.
"If you need me… For anything, please, just say something. We can't lose each other." She blinked, swallowing hard.
Be strong. Be strong for him. He needs you.
Loki took a step back. He opened his mouth to speak, but shut it, taking another step away and turning back to the city.
Sigyn waited. She watched him, internally begging him to say something. Anything. Even if it hurt...
Nothing.
Then a noise from the distance. Flashing lights. The Bifrost had been activated.
Sigyn could feel Loki tense next to her. By the time she turned to him, he was already leaving.
I love you, Loki.
The door shut behind him.
I love you so much. Even if you stop loving me.
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so i was just talking with my best friend about ideas the loki series trailers are giving me for OG616 and....
I may have to wait until the series is out to release anything post-ragnarok. there are two ways to handle the series for logyn (from what i can think of now) and... gosh, if one of them happens, sigyn is going to need therapy for basically the rest of her life.
#sigyn needs therapy rn#both sigyn in the story#and me#:')#but seriously this is kind of exciting??? im excited to see what to do with the story#loki series#OG616#og616 is a tragedy#unless...?
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OG616 is going to follow through the movies as canon has established in the mcu, with ragnarok (and yes, iw...) happening as directed.
but boy, am i tempted to make an alternate timeline where ragnarok happens differently. i just don’t know How i could remove the less desirable parts of that movie while keeping it somewhat true to form. hmm...
iw and endgame would be scrapped almost entirely though. i already have some plans for those
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