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edelweissbarnes · 2 years

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Hello again readers!

Here the chapter one.

Just to be clear, I'm a bookworm and I love mythology, my story is inspired by it but I'd like to mix some fantasy and some comics and MCU references...I'm sorry to "disappoint" you but the Loki I picture here in this story, in aesthetical appearance, is not the MCU Loki (even though I genuinely love MCU Loki and Mr Tom Hiddleston, of course). I hope you appreciate the story as much as I loved writing it.

Chapter 1 - Vanaheimr

The old and crumbling well at the east end of the royal palace gardens has always been one of my favourite places in all of Vanaheimr. Surrounded by the most diverse species of flowers and herbs, it still holds the most beautiful memories of my youth...

It was there that I saw, for the first time, the reflection of the lives of the inhabitants of Midgard.

It happened on a time when I had managed to escape from one of the tedious etiquette lessons of Guðlaug, my teacher. Once outside, in the fresh air, quick as a fox and barefoot as a savage I started running until I reached my little corner of paradise. I cared little about how to make useless little conversations or how to make the perfect bow, the call of my seiðr pulsing violently through my veins was instead extremely more inviting.

As it was then, with a golden flash, the surface of the water inside the well has become a kind of mirror where images, at first blurred and then gradually clearer, reflect, showing me faces, gestures, emotions, heartaches and stories of people who lived on another plane of existence, mortals, with a predetermined time to live, suffer, rejoice and love.

"Sigyn...I knew I would find you here..."

The sweet, melodious voice of Hnoss, my sister, brings me back to the present.

I turn slowly to look at her as she approaches, her golden hair framing her delicate face, illuminating the gaze of her hazel eyes, while a light, sky-blue dress wraps her luscious body.

It is impossible not to see the resemblance to our mother, Freya, the goddess of beauty.

" come, mother want to see you, she said that Aunt Gerðr send something for you and you must open it before you leave for Asgard" she says softly holding out her hand to help me up from my improvised bed of flowers. I smile back at her, taking her hand, and at the mention of my favourite aunt and her gift, a burst of curiosity arises within me. We walk back towards the palace, giggling.

As anticipated by my sister, our mother was waiting for me in the hall of her private chambers but I literally saw her smile fade from her face as soon as she saw me arrive completely dishevelled, my skirt soiled with dirt and grass, my hair tousled.

"Oh by the gods, Sigyn, you are a princess of Vanaheimr, You must start behaving like one! No more barefoot running in the gardens, no more climbing trees or riding your horse bareback.." she says seriously

"But mother...Svartr hates to be saddled..." I retort, receiving from my mother a look that suggests it is unwise to interrupt her.

I lower my head whispering "I'm sorry mother".

Suddenly she approaches me and take both of my hands.

"I know you are frightened and agitated... being presented at the Allfather's court is not a privilege granted to many... and you, Sigyn, have been chosen among all to represent the Vanir people there..." she speaks to me softly, while one of her hand tilt my chin up. She had understood my turmoil and also my desire to escape to the gardens to imprint well in my heart the sensations that those places always gave me. Once in Odin's court, who knows when I would be able to return home, to see my sisters and my family again. The idea of being forced to abandon everything I knew and gave me comfort destabilised me a lot.

I sigh " what if I...what if I disappoint you mother? If I disappoint our people?" I stutter " what if I'm not good enough?... I'm not beautiful as you or well spoken as Hnoss or sweet like Gersemi...what if I'm not good enough for be a maiden in waiting for lady Frigg?" My eyes tear up as I speak all of my doubts.

I feel her arms cage me in a tight embrace " shhhh...don't cry my child, you'll be perfect...you're so beautiful and kind and you could never disappoint me or your father or our people. Remember that they choose you. lady Frigg can't wait to meet you and you'll learn so many thing that I can't teach you here..."

I take a deep breath of my mother's scent, as if it were the last time I could smell it. I then feel her delicate fingers wipe away the tears that have slipped down my cheeks.

" go get ready, in a couple of hours we have to leave and before we do, there is a surprise for you..." she whispers before giving me a kiss on the forehead and letting me go.

As soon as she let me go, I went to my rooms, where Dagný, one of my mother's maids, was preparing my bath.

After I freshen up Dagný takes an immense amount of time to dress me and style my hair.

The moment she puts the brush down we hear a knock at the door.

"Come in," I murmur while running my hands over my corset, smoothing the fabric to calm my anxiety

"Where's my little sparrow?" Thunders a deep male voice as the door swings open. I turn towards the door and get up running towards the tall man wrapped in a bear fur.

"Daddy!" I say with transport, hugging him." I didn't think you'd make it back before I left."

" what do you take me for little sparrow? I couldn't not say goodbye to my little girl. Besides, your aunt Gerðr would have killed me if I hadn't brought you your present in time," he murmurs, smoothing his beard before making a box appear in front of me with a silver glint.

"How are Aunt Gerðr and Uncle Freyr?" I ask my father before turning to the box in front of me.

"They're fine, they're sorry they couldn't be there for your court debut" he murmurs in reply, he knows well from the glint in my eyes how excited and intrigued I am by the gift.

I let my fingers open the ribbons allowing me to finally see what's inside.

With a gasp, I bring my hands to my mouth as a thin tiara with a pattern of small, delicately intertwined, golden leaves reveals itself before my eyes.

"It's beautiful" I murmur meekly while my hands tremble.

"It's made for suits you..." my mother says, entering my room, I look up and see her encouraging smile before her slender fingers take the tiara from the box and place it on my head.

I turn to look at myself in the large mirror and the girl looking back does not look like me.

The golden dress she wears wraps her body like a glove, the corset emphasises her slim waist while the soft long skirt makes her figure tall and slender. The features of her face are delicate, feminine, a sprinkling of freckles colours her cheeks and her small nose, her eyes are as blue as the stormy sea while her honey ginger hair slides down her shoulders to frame her face while the tiara on her head gives her an ethereal, regal look.

"It's time" my mother says before giving my father a loving look and a peck on the cheek. I hugges him and then I follow my mother outside before she call for Heimdall to open the Bifrost.

I look around one last time as the rainbow bridge open before us taking us to the reign of the Aesir and my new home: Asgard.

#sigyn goddess #lady sigyn #norsegods #lokilaufeyjarson #lokixsigyn #loki laufeyson #loki #loki and sigyn #goddess of victory #loki god of stories #loki god of mischief #loki god of lies #loki devotion #logyn #logyn aesthetic #logyn fanfic

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logyn-aesthetic · 1 year

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A transformed photo from the album cover of crash test dummies Oooh La La. in memory of 1 of Sigyns first comic book appearance.

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goddessoflove-s · 2 months

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#logyn #sigyn #loki x sigyn #loki #aesthetic

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sigyn-foxyposts · 1 year

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Next is of course Sigyn, I couldn't wait! I think I'll do mostly goddesses first :]

*＊✿❀.・゜゜・✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*.・゜゜・❀✿＊*

Christoffer Wilhelm Eckersberg (1817)

"Loki And Sigyn"

Karl Gebhard (1892)

Harry George Theaker

"Sigyn, Loki's Wife"

Mabel H. Cummings (1901)

Howard David Johnson (2014)

"The punishment of Loki"

A part of the Wagner opera trading cards (1882)

Karl Ehrenberg (1890)

"Loki and Sigyn"

Ludwig Pietsch (1856)

Gordon Browne (1913)

#norse mythology #aesthetic #loki #sigyn #loki x sigyn #logyn

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bubbleteycosplay · 2 years

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Instead of waiting around for Ragnarok to begin, it’s time for the EVER LOGYN APPRECIATION WEEK 2022, which will run from November 7/11 to 13/11

This is a week to show appreciation for the canon couple from Norse Mythology —Loki and Sigyn (Logyn) — whose story is iconic with Sigyn choosing to remain by her husband’s side and protect him from snake venom. However, it is often twisted or overlooked by Pop Culture Media and not much of their story survives from the texts. Hence, we want to show our love and appreciation for a couple whose story has more to it than we know.

So, create content for Loki and Sigyn - gifsets, edits, visualosities/aesthetics, fanart, fanfiction, meta, headcanons, fanmixes/playlists, rec lists, videos, anything you like!

Please tag everything with #Logyn appreciation week. Also remember to tag your triggering content such as blood or gif sets for people who need to block them out for safe tumblr browsing!

Prompts:

Day 1: Favorite Comic/Book moment

Day 2: Favorite Logyn Fanfiction/Literature

Day 3: Favorite Depiction (Marvel, Mythology, The Bifrost Incident, etc.)

Day 4: Favorite Logyn Fanart/Edit (Please be sure to GIVE ORIGINAL ARTIST CREDIT and link it back to them)

Day 5: Which song or piece of music makes you think of Loki and Sigyn?

Day 6: If you had the opportunity to make a film about Loki and Sigyn what would it look like (actor, film genre, book or comic template...)

Day 7: If you had the opportunity to speak with Loki and Sigyn in person or write them a letter, what would you tell them?

HAVE FUN AND REBLOG THIS TO HELP SPREAD THE WORD!

#sigyn #loki #marvel #logyn #justiceforsigyn #loki x sigyn #lokiswife #norse mythology #DC #goddessoffidelity #goddesses of victory #justceforlogyn #logyn appreciation week #sygin

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noooomygabbages · 3 years

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no bc this is the most Loki and Sigyn pic i think i’ve ever seen

or at least explains their aesthetic

#logyn #loki and sigyn aesthetic l #loki and sigyn aesthetic #loki and sigyn #loki x sigyn #sigyn #loki #wife of loki #husband of sigyn #logyn aesthetic #sigyn aesthetic #loki aesthetic #aesthetic #opposites attract #goth x pastel

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sigynoffidelity · 4 years

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we look at each other

and we smile

that smile

like a secret we share

we both know

we've found

what the world is searching for.

-JmStorm

dedicated to @sviker youre loki is fabulous insane.

#logyn #logyn aesthetic #sigyn x loki #marvel rp #sigyn rp #lady sigyn #sigyn #loki and sigyn

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blossomgoddess · 6 years

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Loki & Sigyn god of mischief & goddess of fidelity

#sigyn #loki #sigyn x loki #loki x sigyn #marvel #logyn #logyn aesthetic #logyn moodboard #logyn mood board #goddess of fidelity #mine #aesthetic #loki aesthetic #sigyn aesthetic #god of mischief

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shenanigans-and-imagines · 3 years

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what kind of fashion aesthetic do u think Loki and Sigyn have separately

like for instant, just for ideas

- dark/light academia

- cottage core

- fairy\grunge fairy core

- grunge

- goth

- punk

- y2k

- chic

- vintage

For Sigyn:

A combination of Light Academia, Old Money, and Vintage Parisian

She's been around too long to really got for the fast fashion trends. She goes for the more classic silhouettes, anything that isn't fashionable will be in a few years given the cycle. She likes to experiment on occasion and bring a few different vintage styles, but that's about it.

For Loki:

Dark Academia and Dark Academia exclusively.

I know people love putting Loki in a punk aesthetic,and that works, if you're talking about Myth Loki. MCU Loki is only comfortable if he's wearing some kind of button up shirt and trousers. He has never seen a pair of jeans in his life. Flannel makes him break out into hives. His go to outfit when he came to earth was an all black suit for God's sake.

No, it's dark academia all the way down.

#sigyn #loki #logyn #loki x sigyn #light academia #old money aesthetic #vintage parisian aesthetic #dark academia

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edelweissbarnes · 2 years

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Hello readers!

I'm sorry for the waiting but is was an hectic week but here we are with my version of the first time Sigyn and Loki meet.

Chapter 2 - Asgard

As soon as we landed in the new realm, an unsettling emotion welled up in my chest along with the feeling of being closely watched by prying and curious eyes.

"Hello Heimdall, it's nice to see you" my mother purrs friendly to the guardian of the Bifrost who nods softly, aknowledging us both without a word.

"It's really happening..." I whisper under my breath giving myself a little pinch on the left arm to be sure that I'm not dreaming.

"Oh yes my dear...everyone is about to see the real treasure of Vanaheimr: you, my little golden one." My mother speak soft but proudly. When my sisters and I were children she often called me "golden one", I've never understood why. I was the troublemaker, the one who needed the most freedom, the one who always find way to escape tedious etiquette lessons to be outside, yet I was always her golden one.

On our arrival we find a group of einherjars in shining armour waiting for us, after all we are members of the royal family of Vanaheimr and not just guests.

"Welcome to Asgard my ladies, please follow us, the Allfather awaits you in the throne room." Says one of the einherjars, who has moved a step closer to us, in a calm, embracing tone.

"What is your name?" I ask, addressing myself directly to the guard who spoke. He looks at me, surprised by my question, but immediately bows his head respectfully, averting his gaze "Theoric, my lady." he replies.

"we thank you for your welcome Theoric, please lead the way" I murmur. He nods quickly leading the way to the throne room.

*see? It's natural for you to relate to people,It is your gift... i know that soon you'll love Asgard...* i hear my mother's voice, like a squeak in my head, thanks to the vanir telepathic connection we share as mother and daughter.

*I don't think so...everything here is so cold and rigid...* I reply candidly while exiting the room we arrived in and following Theoric and the other guards around the corridors of the royal palace di Asgard.

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"Who is the pretty little thing who arrive with lady Freya?" He ask nonchalantly reveling himself as soon as the women exited the room.

"She's lady Freya's youngest daughter : lady Sigyn. She's going to be the representative of Vanir realm at Odin's Council. Tonight's feast is in her honor" the guardian replied, barely moving his gaze towards the god beside him.

"Don't get any silly ideas...she would be able to knock you out without batting an eyelid..." he concludes, returning to observe the realms.

"Interesting, indeed..." reply the mischievous god with a grin. With a flick of the hand he pushed back a lock of his long red-like-flaming hair. That girl stirrs such a strong curiosity in him, he has to know more about her. With this thought in mind the god of mischief exits the room directing himself to the throne room.

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The group of guards led by Theoric leaves us in front of the closed doors of the throne room. The two guards at the entrance open the doors with a confident and agile gesture before striking their spears on the ground in unison, drawing the attention of those present in the room.

"Lady Freya and Lady Sigyn of Vanaheimr," shouts one of them, making our figures known.

My mother walks confidently into the now silent room, me behind her, I would only wish to disappear. I have never liked banquets, celebrations, I have always preferred more, let's say 'quiet' activities: a good book accompanied by a glass of mead or a sparring match for example.

As soon as she has reached the bottom of the steps above the throne, she bows her head slightly before uttering words.

"Allfather, Queen Frigg, allow me to present to you the brightest jewel of Vanaheimr: my daughter Sigyn." She murmurs solemnly before showing me with a delicate gesture of her hand.

I move a few steps, before taking a deep courtesy, bowing my head with lowered eyes, while mentally hoping I have done Guðlaug and her endless hours of bowing trials proud.

"Lady Freya, it is always a pleasure! Please, stand, lady Sigyn. Welcome to Asgard. I hope your stay will be pleasant. " Odin murmur with a deep and rasping voice approaching us while descending from the throne.

As I stand up I have the opportunity for the first time to observe the almighty father of the gods: he is tall, his dark hair is quite short compared to the custom, held back by a leather lace, his face marked by a few thin scars while the blindfold covers the now empty orbit of the eye that has been surrendered in the name of knowledge. The remaining eye is a vivid blue, mottled with small golden specks.

"Come, child, I am sure my bride will want to present you personally to the other gods..." he murmurs calmly before extending his hand to me in a chivalrous gesture.

"I thank you, my lord," I reply meekly.

All this attention makes me feel uncomfortable but for the sake of diplomacy, for my people and my parents, I push back the discomfort and put on my best smile.

Queen Frigg is the personification of the motherly aspect, no surprise that I found her presence reassuring and calming while she speaks, presenting me to the other gods and goddesses, but the banquet proceed and lots of foods, mead and talks are having place. I barely taste anything, tension locked up my stomach.

* I'm gonna be sick...* I think as an overwhelming feeling begins to wash over me.

I just need to get out of here.

I nod briefly to sweet Iðunn who asks me to visit her sometime, to talk about plants and poetry, then I walk away, looking for the first door that will allow me to go out onto a terrace or a garden.

A strong feeling of nausea grips my throat and I cannot breathe.

I let myself be guided by instinct, the Vanir heritage of my blood desperately seeking the comfort of one of its elements, and I let myself be led through yet another door before finding myself in one of the gardens.

I stumble, falling to my knees before I can get my fingers into the earth.

"I can't breathe...please, earth, help me..." I whisper before tears slip copiously from my eyes as a feeling of relief washes over me.

"Oh, come on...Just arrived and already on the verge of tears...Óðinn is getting worse...don't cry little one.... There's nothing a glass of mead can't cheer up..." says a deep voice, almost growling.

I wince in surprise, looking up to meet the man who spoke. He leans down next to me, so that he can be at the same height as me.

His face is charming, his cheekbones sharp, his nose straight and his lips thin but full, his green eyes bright, curious while his red, wavy hair surrounds his face resembling the flames of an unquenchable fire.

I blink

"I..." I stammer

"Oh, where are my manners...I don't think we have been introduced...my name is Loki..." he says calmly, holding out his hand to me.

"Sigyn..." I only reply before placing my hand in his, realising too late that it's dirty with dirt.

"I..." I stammer again.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, darling" he replies, squeezing my fingers, before bringing the back of my hand to his lips, kissing it.

I blush, surprised by the situation.

With a fluid movement I see him stand up and then help me do the same.

"Now, dear, may I ask why you were crying?" He asks, his voice gentle, like a caress.

"I...I don't like banquets or feasts...tension overwhelmed me and...I needed the comfort that earth gave me..." I say uncertainly shaking the last residues of earth from my hands.

According to my mother's recommendations, I shouldn't trust anyone, the court of Asgard is a place known for its intrigues and machinations, yet this god by my side makes me feel ...safe...Protected.

"Come...let me escort you back to the hall before someone get worry sick for your disappearance" he murmurs quietly.

I nod in responde and he lead the way.

Once out of the same door where I escaped he bows graciously before making appear between his finger a little red amaryllis flower, which he hands me.

"Farewell...til our next encounter..." he whispers before he left.

Now, smiling I came back to the hall, the rest of the evening suddenly become much more bearable.

Notes: just so you know, in the language of flowers, Amaryllis is the flower for the admiration. Giving someone a red Amaryllis flower is an excellent way to subtly show someone that you are attracted to them.

#sigyn #goddess of victory #lady sigyn #logyn #loki #loki and sigyn #loki god of mischief #loki god of stories #loki laufeyson #norsegods #sigyn goddess #sigyn and loki #sigyn deity #sigyn aesthetic

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logyn-aesthetic · 3 years

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