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I’ve moved Sigyn onto her own blog, here - @thetricksterslove
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Our souls shall meet again in the halls of Valhalla
(Loki and Sigyn)
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@peacereflected - Loki
Dust and smoke hung in the air. Sigyn had been to New York before - it was one of her favorite cities, full of life that seemed to vibrate from every brick. Not today, today, those bricks were strewn across the earth and bodies too. And why? He had to have a reason, a purpose - he always had a purpose.
Sigyn ran, not away as did the mortals around her, but rather towards the epicenter of the nightmare spilling forth into the world she’d been forced to call her home. She’d never learned how to wield a sword, but there was an old magic deep in her bones and it hid her from the empty gaze of the insectoid creatures crawling over the city, letting her pass far more swiftly than she would if she were forced to stop and meet blades with each. Besides, they seemed more into shooting at things. Why? Why was Loki at the head of such an army, barren as they were of any Asgardian honor?
Well, she could ask him herself. Her heart in her throat, Sigyn scrambled over a pile of rubble towards him. “Loki!” What started as a call of long-awaited relief turned at the last moment to one of warning, as that green... thing that she had seen on the news tearing apart Harlem some years before brought a pillared support for a bridge down at him. A hand shot up, green and gold sparks curling up from her fingers and spreading out to hold up the falling pillar. “I’ve got the bridge, you deal with the bloody ogre under it!”
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Open Starter: Variants of Loki
“When we married and I told you I’d follow you to the end of the universe. I didn’t expect you to take me up on it.“
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“I’m flattered. Married, but flattered.“
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inbar lavi — for the sweet and lovely @wildfl0wer-love
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In any other instance, he would be affronted to be called a young man, being twenty-eight and working on his doctorate; but she had something about her, a quality in her words, a means in the way she wove magic, that soothed his ridiculous ego. Like Time itself was talking with him.
Besides, he was getting used to that sort of thing among the gods he kind of-sort of now kept company with. Their age and seemingly endless knowledge reminded him of his mortality just as often as fighting did.
“You know, the whole being Spider-Man and working with the Avengers hasn’t really grounded magic in reality for me, all that much,” he offered as he watched her in a curious daze. Maybe it was his background in science, or maybe it was because, despite all the spider-trappings, he was still just a guy from Queens. “It’s still… hard to wrap my head around.”
Peter gestured to the cup closest to him. Looking up at her, he grinned a little, “You could definitely put a few stage magicians out of work.”
“All the world’s a stage,“ Sigyn said, lifting up the cup he’d pointed at, a dove emerging below that was larger than the cup itself. It shook out it’s feathers and fluttered away into the grey skies of New York, swooping in graceful arcs. “But, thank you.”
Her audience clapped and cheered in delight, dollars dropping into a cap on the edge of her table that she vanished away for safe keeping once the donations had quieted. The hat got set jauntily on her head, pink with ‘I Heart New York’ in swirling letters.
Sigyn watched the bird for a moment, before dark eyes set back on the young man. Spider-Man, he’d said. Which meant he knew Thor! She felt her heart leap with more hope than it had known in years. “Magic is a thing of the mind - if you can wrap your head around it, you might just have a chance at mastering it. But surely Thor has told you that?“
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Headcanon
Despite it being a human tradition not favored on Asgard, Sigyn wears a wedding ring (it didn’t take her long to learn and appreciate its significance to mortals) - it’s quite Asgardian in design, though, like woven metal.
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@atimebomb - Fandral
“Oh, but I know you, Fandral the dashing,“ Sigyn said, her words dancing and her feet nearly as light as she darted around to step in his path. Decades had been spent searching for a way back to Asgard - but an Asgardian would suit just as well, particularly one who, at least in the years she’d known him, had been her husband’s friend. “Are you still sworn to help sweet damsels in distress? I’m hardly a damsel, but my tale is most distressing.“
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@handpickedriot - Peter Parker
“Nothing is impermanent,“ Sigyn said, hands dancing over the table as she shuffled the cups, moving them not in a manner to slip the ball into her palm or under a different cup but instead in a magic of a different sort. “Nothing is ever truly lost,” she lifted up one cup to reveal the little yellow ball beneath. Bringing it up a little higher into the air, the ball shot up into it. With a flourish of her wrist, cup and ball both were gone and she picked up another conjuring another ball beneath it before the edge of the cup parted from the table, “You need only know where to look.” The last two cups began a waltz.
“Young man,“ dark brown eyes set on one amongst her audience, with a smile, “would you care to guess?“ There was no ball to be found now, it was vanished away to nothing, but there was a little yellow bird, destined to find it’s way under whichever cup he chose.
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EVE in LUCIFER | 4×08 “super bad boyfriend”
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Open Starter: Avengers or Loki
Perhaps driving three hours towards the alien invasion hadn’t been her finest idea, but all rationality had been set aside when she’d seen a glimmer of familiar green on the newscast. Yet, seeing the ships pouring from the sky, seeing the creatures tearing the city apart, seeing the death wrought she couldn’t fold her mind around why he husband would do this.
Debris twisted through the sky towards her car and rather than yank the wheel to the side, she threw her hands up and the debris stopped, suspended in green, and clattered harmlessly at the ground. Almost the same instant, something slammed against the trunk and she shrieked. Where in the darkest pits of Hel had that come from?
Sigyn scrambled to get out of her ruined sedan, spinning on the spot to find that what had hit her car wasn’t another hunk of building but, rather, a person. She rushed towards them, "Where did you -? Are you alright?”
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“You had me at ‘party’. If there was anything after about an expectations of gifts, I missed it entirely.“
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Open Starter: Loki
“You have absolutely no idea who I am, do you?“ Sigyn asked, glancing over at her husband. Odin had threatened to wipe all memory of the disgrace that was the chambermaid who had ‘seduced’ his son from Asgard, and it would seem he succeeded seeing as Loki had never come for her... until the Norns had seen fit to set them onto each other’s path again. “It’s alright. I sorta expected that. But it’s okay, we can work with that. It’s very 50 First Dates.“
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INBAR LAVI as EVE in LUCIFER 5.13 “A Little Harmless Stalking”
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"Oh, stop fussing, it's a mocktail," Sigyn said, taking a sip. Of course, she’d not been quite so careful in years passed, but she hadn’t known then that she still had something to protect. Two little somethings, according to the mortal doctors.
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