#odin keeps sending sigyn to heal him

[november-rayne]

Chapter Twenty-Three: The Bachelor Party

Summary: Loki's bachelor party gets rowdy.

Word Count: 2800

Rating: Mature

*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+

*Minors DNI*

Tags: Blood, broken bones, heavy drinking

Chapter Index

The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the smattering of canvas tents dotted around the clearing in the woods. The rich aroma of smokey meat hung in the air as a large boar was slowly roasted over a pit. Clusters of men gathered around braziers that had been lit, drinking ale, and exchanging tales from the hunt.

Besides culling the wild boar population back to a sustainable number, they had bagged enough meat for the wedding feast and plenty of extras that Loki insisted would be donated to the less fortunate in Sigyn’s name. The hunt had been a roaring success but was not without incident.

Loki stood in the pavilion tent he shared with his brother, father, and Lord Anderson. He cursed as he tried to pull his tunic over his head, “I can’t raise my arms. Go ahead and cut it off.”

The field healer ran his shears up the back of the blood-soaked tunic. Loki gingerly slipped out of it and let it fall to the floor with a wet squelch.

“How bad is it?”

The King flinched. Thor shook his head and looked away. Lord Anderson ran his hand over his face and looked at Loki remorsefully.

Loki cursed louder as the field healer ran his hands over Loki’s mottled skin. “There are three… no, five fractured ribs, deep bruising, and this shoulder is dislocated. These gashes are already starting to close.” He looked up to Loki ruefully, “I am going to have to reopen them to clean them out. It is not going to be pleasant.”

“Obviously.” Loki grimaced, “Did we pack anything stronger than ale, Brother?”

“Here,” Thor pulled a flask from his bag and handed it to him.

Loki pulled the stopper with his teeth, threw his head back, and quickly drained the strong spirits. “Fuck!” Loki’s eyes watered as the healer opened the wounds on his side and back and doused them with antiseptic.

“Apologies, Your Highness. Your accelerated healing is a detriment in this instance. But the sooner you are all cleaned up, the sooner you can be on the mend again. Prince Thor, could you assist me in setting this shoulder?”

Thor moved closer and braced Loki’s good side.

“Apologies again, Your Highness.” The healer picked up the arm hanging limp at Loki’s side and swiftly slid the bone back into place. Loki swore and swayed where he stood. “Well done, sir.”

Thor gave him a couple of reassuring pats on his back. The healer fashioned a sling out of some clean white cloth from his pack and placed Loki’s arm gently inside.

“Will he have healed in time for the wedding ceremony?” Odin asked.

“Your Majesty, the superficial wounds should be of no concern. But the broken bones-”

“What about my wedding night?” Loki blurted out. He quickly glanced at Sigyn’s father before returning to the healer seated on the stool beside him.

The healer cleared his throat, “Yes, well, your ribs and chest will be sore for a while. But that should not keep you from… uh… fulfilling your duty. You may need to exercise some… restraint. And…uh… I would avoid… adding any weight to your chest. You may be more comfortable… sleeping… in a seated or semi-upright position.” The healer stammered as he bandaged Loki’s wounds.

Thor snorted a laugh and quickly straightened up when the King shot him a glare.

“Yes, well, if there is nothing else, I must go tend to the others.”

“No, that will be all. Thank you.” Loki nodded to the healer and gently lowered himself onto the stool he just vacated.

“Do not hesitate to send for me if you start feeling worse. I will want to look you over before we ride in the morning, and I would like to put you in the soul forge upon our arrival back to the palace. Just to be safe.” He gathered his supplies into his large leather satchel.

“I will escort him there personally,” Odin said.

“Your Majesty, Your Highnesses, My Lord.” The healer bowed as he ducked past the guards and out of the tent.

An awkward silence hung in the air. Loki’s free hand clung to his side as he took shallow breaths.

“Are you in much pain, brother?”

“Only when I move... or breathe.”

“I almost forgot!” Thor pulled a blood-stained bundle from his bag and handed it to Loki.

“What’s this?”

“Just a little souvenir from that squealing bastard you brought down.” Thor grinned widely, “I pulled them out of the beast myself after we got you loaded onto the gurney.”

Loki rested the bundle on his thigh and peeled back the cloth to find two bloody boar tusks. “Norns…” he whispered as he held one up before him. They were no less than twelve inches long.

“I figure with some nice handles and a little polish,” Thor shrugged, “they would make a nice pair of decorative daggers.”

“You are right. These will make a fine pair of daggers. Thank you.”

“Your Highness,” Lord Anderson stepped forward, “I owe you my life. How can I ever repay you?”

Loki handed the tusks back to Thor and waved dismissively. “Don't mention it.”

Lord Anderson eyed the tusks. “No, that boar had me in his sights. Hel bent on my demise.” The Lord shook his head, “If you had not pushed me out of the way… You saved my life; I owe you a debt.”

Loki propped himself up with a hand on his knee and shook his head. “My Lord, my father saw fit to bless me with a golden apple from Idunn’s tree. This,” he motioned to his body, “just a few minor bumps and bruises. I will be right as rain in a couple of days with not so much as a scar.”

He grinned at his Lordship, “Moreover, my motivation for saving you may not have been entirely altruistic: I do not wish to take your job just yet.”

The Lord let out a booming laugh, “Regardless of the motivation behind it, you have my gratitude. And anything else you desire from me. All you need to do is ask, and I will grant it to you freely.”

“You are already giving me the greatest honor I could ask for. Sigyn is my world now. I could not bear returning to her without you. She would have been devastated.”

Lord Anderson pressed his lips together in a thin line. He moved to embrace Loki, but he deflected his giant arms and patted him on the back instead. “That hug will have to wait, I’m afraid.” Loki grimaced as he stood.

“Yes, yes, of course.”

Thor and Odin helped lower Loki onto his bedroll and propped him up with pillows and cushions. “Fetch the prince some meat and ale.” The King ordered one of the servants helping to clean the blood from the tent's canvas floor.

“Right away, Your Majesty.” The servant ducked out of the tent, and Thor quickly followed.

Once Loki was settled, Odin rested a hand on Loki’s head and leaned down so that only he could hear him, “That was a brave thing you did today. I am very proud of you, my son.”

“Thank you, Father,” Loki whispered as Odin gave him a couple of gentle pats on the top of his head.

Thor returned with a large platter of boar meat and crusty bread. The servant followed with a cask of ale and a stack of cups. Setting everything on the table in the pavilion's center, Thor made Loki a plate and brought it to him with a broad smile.

“I wanted to be sure you got a piece of the beast who almost took you out.”

“Ah, thank you, Brother.” Loki grinned while holding the plate, “But I will need someone to cut my meat for me.”

“Ha!” Thor handed the plate to the young servant who brought Loki his ale, “Cut this into tiny pieces. We do not need the boar exacting his revenge by choking the prince to death.”

The men laughed together as they ate their fill. With his belly full of meat and ale, Loki closed his tired eyes and dozed off.

oOXOo

The sound of raucous laughter woke him just a couple of hours later. The tent was dark and empty. Loki could make out the silhouettes of the men milling around the braziers outside. Slowly he made his way to stand, grunting and cursing the whole time. He found his cloak and draped it with one arm around his shoulders as best he could.

“Your Highness.” The two men standing guard outside the tent bowed as Loki exited. He nodded in return as he made his way around the camp.

“Brother! He lives!” Thor boomed.

“It will take more than one filthy swine to bring me down,” Loki grinned.

Thor and his friends bellowed and cheered, clearly drunk.

“I hope we did not wake you, Brother. How are you faring?”

“I did not wish to sleep through my own party. It appears I have quite a bit of catching up to do.” Volstagg passed him a tankard of ale. Loki drained it without stopping as the men cheered.

He returned the empty mug to his friend, “Now, I am desperate for a piss. Who wants to help me undo my trousers?” Another roar of laughter went up among the group.

oOXOo

Loki did not recall how he came to be back in his tent the following day as servants were packing up their belongings and tending to the King’s breakfast. Odin sat with Lord Anderson, eating porridge and drinking bitter tea. Both men were looking worse for wear. Thor was snoring loudly, lying face down on his bed roll, fully clothed, including his boots.

Loki pulled back his furs and made to stand before realizing he was completely naked aside from the sling on his arm and the bloodied bandages wound around his torso. He anxiously looked for his clothes. Even his boots were not where he would have left them.

“Before you start panicking,” Odin drawled as he noticed Loki’s face, “just know it was all in good fun. Do you remember how you came to be so naked?”

Loki rubbed his head with the hand on his good arm, “I’m afraid not. The last thing I remember is… Thor bringing out the whiskey and… did my uncles challenge me to a drinking game?”

“Yes. Congratulations, you won,” Odin chuckled.

“I do not feel like I won.” Loki winced as he took too deep of a breath, and his ribs ached. “Ah,” He laid back onto his little heap of pillows. “Where are my clothes and boots?”

“Left outside to dry, Your Highness. After the drinking game, Prince Thor dared you to jump into the stream…and you did. Fully clothed.” Lord Anderson laughed, “I will be damned if you didn’t emerge from the water with a live salmon between your teeth. It was the funniest damned thing I have seen in ages.” He shook his head, “The healer and I got you back to the tent, stripped you down, changed your bandages, and gave you a dry sling.”

“Ah, thank you.” Loki looked at the bandages on his side, “I didn’t… I didn’t say anything untoward, did I?”

Erik almost choked on his tea as he and Odin exchanged a look. “Untoward? No, not for the state you were in. Hilarious, actually, if I am being honest.”

Loki placed his hand over his face, “Norns... Was it a dick joke? I have a feeling it was a dick joke.”

Odin laughed despite himself, “You might as well tell him.”

“Okay, so, there I am, helping the healer peel the sodden trousers down over your hips, when, in a moment of clarity, you loudly announce, ‘Are we still hunting boars? Because you just found a hog!’ and pointed to your manhood.” The Lord shook with laughter.

“How embarrassing,” Loki shook his head.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, dear boy! If I had a beast like that between my legs, I would show it off too!”

“Ugh…” Loki pulled his fur up over his head and dozed off again.

oOXOo

The two older men were still chatting and playing a card game at the table together when he peeked his head out. Thor had not stirred.

“What time do we set off? Will we return to the palace in time for the feast in the main hall?”

“We can leave as soon as your brother can sit atop his horse without toppling over.” Odin chuckled as he leaned back in his chair. “Of course, we could always stuff him in one of the supply wagons if you are in a rush.”

Loki rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hand. “No, he would never forgive me for that.” He looked over to his sleeping brother, breathing through his open mouth, drool pooling on his bedroll. “I’m just…” Loki grimaced as he sat up, “Do you both not miss your wives?”

Odin and Erik exchanged a look and started laughing. “It has only been three days, my son. There has been no time to miss her.”

“It feels like longer.” Loki slowly got to his feet, no longer worried about modesty; he tried to stretch as best he could, “Ow, fuck.” Clutching his side, he made his way over to his duffle bag. He found the loosest pair of trousers that he had. He held them out in front of himself, “Hmmm.”

“Your Highness? Allow me?”

Loki surrendered the idea of dressing himself and allowed the young male servant to help him into his clothes and to use the lavatory.

As he often did, he started thinking about Sigyn while eating his breakfast. A wide grin crept across his face as he let his mind drift to the night before he left on this trip.

He could still recall the feel of her soft, warm skin in his hands. And the way her skin glowed in the firelight as she slipped out of her dress.  The adorable face she made when she came.

Forgetting himself, he bit his lip and moaned, remembering the taste of her arousal on his tongue.

“Clearly, my porridge was not nearly as good as yours!” Lord Anderson boomed with laughter.

Odin’s eye crinkled at the corner as he tried to stifle his grin.

“Oh, Norns… I…“ Loki’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, “Apologies. I was just… My mind must have wandered off.”

Lord Anderson held up his hands in defeat. “As long as you go through with the wedding ceremony, the events of the other night are none of my business. But fail to make an appearance, well then, prince or no prince, you and I will have a problem. You may have saved my life, but my daughter’s future happiness is of far greater value to me.”

Loki was stunned. First, no one had ever threatened him before, especially in front of the King. Secondly, he could not fathom a scenario where he would not marry Sigyn. Thirdly, how did he know? Had Sigyn told him?

Loki gaped at him briefly, “I would never dream of leaving Sigyn at the altar, sir. If I fail to make it to the ceremony, it is because someone has murdered me in my sleep. As for your assumption that I took advantage…”

The Lord laughed and waved his hand, “Now, now. Don't get me wrong. I know my daughter; it was most likely her idea. When she sets her mind on something, she is relentless.”

Loki shook his head, “But we didn’t-”

Lord Anderson held up his hand to stop him, “Look, I don’t know the details, and I don’t want to know the details. All I know is that I waited up for her that night, and when she floated through the door, she was practically glowing. I have seen a sated woman before, Your Highness. Not to mention, she was wearing the same goofy grin that was on your face just moments ago.”

“Goofy?” Loki sat up straighter as his ego prickled briefly. Then he relaxed a little as he grinned again, “Perhaps.” He shrugged his good shoulder. “Perhaps we were a little bit drunk on love and goofy. But I would not take it back. I love her more than life itself. She will be my wife.”

Loki took a drink of his tea, “I promised my mother I would not bed Sigyn before the wedding. I have not technically broken my promise, so my conscience is clear.”

Lord Anderson laughed and looked at the King, “Yes, I believe he is well suited for a career in politics, Your Majesty.”

Odin held up his hands, “What can I say? He is a clever lad. He gets that from his mother.”

“Uuuhhhh…” Thor groaned as he rolled onto his back. “Is there food?”

“Good morning to you too, Brother.”

“I will go ahead and mark this down as a bachelor party that I will never forget… and many will not be able to remember.” The Lord raised his cup as the other men laughed.

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[the-awakened-insomnis]

I’ve seen other ppl make Atreus’ kiddos I figured I'd get in on the fun.

In order: 

The Evils that Plague mankind, Sleipnir

Fenrir, Hel, and Jörmungander

Narfi and Vali

[-] Story below, kinda long[-]

Atreus began having visions of their children, specifically how they’ll meet their demise, either imprisoned or straight up killed. It horrified him, even more so upon realizing Angrboda and Sigyn would also pay a tragic price for it as well. They began putting great distance between themselves and the women they cared for. There was no romance, but it was still strange considering Atreus usually spent a great deal of his time with the giant and goddess. He thinks if he keeps them at arm's length, they’ll be sparred their tragic fates, and by extension, these children doomed by prophecy. It ends up back firing.

More visions haunted Atreus sleep, ironically these visions are happier, children laughing, he swears he can see their faces almost. Him, Angrboda, and Sigyn are together, happy and at peace. One of the children run up to him, wanting to show him something. He sees a smile, innocent and joyful. It feels awful, like poison mixed with honey. Was this the punishment for defying fate so drastically? 

He doesn't sleep as much and it shows, his eyelids already blackened from his short imprisonment by Odin, the snakes venom causing severe damage. But now the bags under his eyes are more obvious. For every question asked regarding his wellbeing, he’d deflect it with some excuse, his divine duties getting to him. Nobody really fell for it but they knew pushing him would only send him away. 

Angrboda and Sigyn were equally worried and frustrated, Atreus looked like he was falling apart and the few seams he had. Dodging question after question and conveniently always having somewhere to be. One day they were together, talking about whatever, their duties, practicing magic. Healing from whatever ached them, and then suddenly Atreus is distancing himself from them. 

Then it hit her, it wasn’t completely impossible, Norns knows she’s had her own over the years. It’s only a theory, but it’s better than nothing. Angrboda ponders, what if Atreus is having visions and they’re avoiding everybody because of it? She’s heard stories of people were willing to do to avoid fate. She knows Atreus and his family share a strong distain for fate. 

But what could he be seeing that was so bad that he’d just start cutting himself off from everyone? She spoke of her theory to Sigyn, she agreed that it was very possible. 

All they had to do was find Atreus and ask....

[-] stay tuned for part 2 [-]

#god of war #god of war ragnarok #gow atreus #sleipnir #fenrir #hel #jormungandr #narfi #vali #Kratos loves his grandkids #my art #fanart #digital fanart #everyone is chibi cause anatomy is hard im sorry

[worstloki]

About the 14 year old Loki au, imagine Loki's only cannon married partner Sigyn, who is one of asgards victory gods hearing about this. "You we're only 14 and needed 5 very strong mortals and your brother Thor. Who is the strongest among us! To take you down!!"

Odin: my idiot son fought thor on the bifrost last year to distract from his ending of an entire war and he only lost because he committed suicide when thor wasn’t competent enough to do the deed himself

Sigyn, professional victory god, a healer in training, 15, kinda impressed and kinda turned on by this: o-oh? 

Odin: yeah so anyway the idiot son managed to fail at that and stay alive somehow and the first thing he did was attack midgard and it required a team of superpowered mortals and thor to take him down this time 

Sigyn, professional victory god, a healer in training, 15, very impressed and very turned on by this: i see

Odin: so he’s a bit beat up and needs a general checkup before he’s brought into the throne room...

Sigyn, nodding in understanding: so I make sure he’s all healed up before you receive him to officially acknowledge his accomplishments

Odin: yes. and then we throw him in prison for them. 

Sigyn: and then we throw him in— WHAT.

#anon i am a sucker for healthy relationships where people appreciate each other so im sorry but now sigyn is 15 and has a crush #they're gonna run away btw #hmm #im thinking loki will be like ''uwu you're the best person i've talked to in literal years'' and then finding elaborate ways to be injured #and odin gets a healer who isn't a full healer so they won't spread import info around or something #a kinda secrecy thing so it's not a huge fuss and she gets extra credit and maybe becomes a full healer early? #whatever #loki keeps injuring himself in his injury-free cell #odin keeps sending sigyn to heal him #they're idiots and they're in love #''you can't keep hurting yourself you have a lifetime to spend in here'' ''a lifetime of injury sounds far more enjoyable with you visiting' #''im not 'visiting' im here to fix the arm you managed to dislocate you idiot'' ''yeah well i'd do it again if it meant you'd show up more'' #''complete fool. idiot. no sense of self-preservation.'' ''im trying to express my appreciation for you give me some credit...'' ''no.'' #''rude.'' ''and stop talking bad about yourself i dont like it and you 1v1ed thor so you're not weak or a coward.'' #''i didn't say anything...'' ''you were thinking it!'' ''.................okay fair''

[screechthemighty]

Okay, so between me talking about the monster fam in the notes of a post and answering some anon asks about it, I figure I should finally publish this post that I drafted for literally no reason.

So, I should note, everything below the cut is not something I think will happen in the canon, because I have no idea what will happen in the canon, honestly. This is just some stuff I came up with thinking about what I would do if it were me. All of this also runs on the assumption that Ragnarok doesn’t happen when Atreus is 15 (for whatever reason, take your pick), that there are other giants out there in Jotunheim (they’re just hiding), and also there’s a lot of time travel involved. Anyways...Monster Fam Time (and also Sigyn).

Sleipnir

DON’T CLOSE OUT OF THE POST, I PROMISE IT’S NOT WEIRD.

So those of you who have read “awake and unafraid...” might’ve noticed a line in chapter one about how Ruvik claims his horses are “direct descendants of Svaðilfari, Hrimthur’s own stallion” and “So fast, you’d swear they had extra legs.” That was, in fact, a deliberate nod to my own headcanon. Essentially, Jotnar horses are just exceptionally awesome and slightly magical horses and Sleipnir is, in fact, a direct descendant of  Svaðilfari. After Jotunheim’s semi-collapse, a lot of these are living semi-feral, mustang-style. Unfortunately, this leaves them vulnerable to predators, and one predator left Sleipnir injured and orphaned. 

Fortunately for him, though, he happened to be found by a late-teens god and his grumpy also-a-god father. Atreus being the big softie that he is immediately takes in and helps heal the young foal. Between him being Slightly Magical and Atreus being able to talk to animals, they are able to communicate and Sleipnir becomes One Of The Family.

Angrboda

Important things to know about Angrboda: she’s two inches taller than Kratos, buff as hell, and Atreus falls in love with her the second he lays eyes on her. Fortunately for him, she likes that he’s funny and also stronger than he looks, so they hit it off and get married. She’s got a very bright extroverted personality, and while you’d think that would put her in contrast with Kratos, he actually thinks she’s pretty great.

Unfortunately, this story has a sad end, as Angrboda ends up in Midgard and running into the one person you don’t want to run into in Midgard...but more on that in Hela’s section.

Jörmungandr

Named for the World Serpent (though put a pin in that), Jörmungandr has his father’s appearance and talent for magic and his grandfather’s grumpy introvert personality. He was also a bit of an emo teen, but despite this, he really does love his family and is super protective of them. He’s just also Most Likely To Go Off When Provoked (to the shock of pretty much everyone, who expects that behavior more from Fenris).

The plot twist is that he IS the World Serpent (a discovery that gives his father an existential crisis), becoming such when the Aesir show up to try and stop Ragnarok (but in doing so, nearly kick off Rangarok for a SECOND time because they just never learn). This leads to the whole “creating a stable time loop and being thrown back before his own birth” thing, and also his brain getting a bit scrambled, hence why he’s stuck as a giant snake and only speaks Old Giant. (In this very loose take on what I’d do to tackle Ragnarok they do end up transforming him back, but the poor guy is a bit messed up by the whole thing.)

Fenrir

Fenrir looks like his mom and has her exact personality--gregarious and a bit brash--but he takes after his father in that he’s a Wolf Kid. Turning into a wolf is the one and only spell he masters. A lot of people think that he’d be the one with rage issues (as he does have some ability as a berserker), but he’s really an easygoing and kind dude. He’s just also got big ADHD (predominantly hyperactive) energy, tussles as a way of showing affection, and forgets his own strength. The phrase, “Fenrir, don’t hit your brother” was thrown around a lot when he was a toddler.

Fenrir ends up being bound in wolf form as part of the whole Ragnarok 2: Electric Boogaloo thing; he is also freed, and it does give him a major grudge against Odin but otherwise he’s still mostly a good kid. Also, he doesn’t bite off Tyr’s hand in this version because I have other plans for Tyr. These were also alluded to in “awake and unafraid...” and if you spotted that reference, you win.

Hel

As mentioned above, Angrboda unfortunately has a run-in with Thor that ends her life and nearly ends Hel’s, as Angrboda was pregnant with her only daughter at the time. Atreus is barely able to save Hel’s life with magic, but the results left Hel a little...odd. Appearance-wise, half her body has a deathly blueish pallor (the right half, and interestingly it’s darker on the face in a very familiar pattern) and blind in one eye. Personality-wise, she’s the most withdrawn of the three, says weird cryptic shit all the time that might be prophetic, and also can talk to ghosts, a fact the family learned when she casually mentioned Calliope to Kratos a conversation. Kratos had never told her about Calliope before then, so obviously that was a bizarre day. (She actually is really close with Kratos, despite his initial worries about how his Trauma would react to having a granddaughter.)

During Ragnarok 2: When Will You Learn That Your Actions Have Consequences, they attempt to send Hel away for her protection, but she accidentally gets thrown back in time even further than her older brother. This leads to her being discovered by the Aesir, who are immediately offput by this weird teenager saying cryptic shit and decide “Hey, y’know what...Helheim needs a keeper, let’s just put her there and not worry about it.” (She actually goes behind their backs to make a second Valhalla for the worthy dead who didn’t serve Odin and wouldn’t end up in Folkvangr for whatever reason, so people like her mother, grandmother, and her adoptive wine uncle. Conveniently, this is where the armies of Jotunheim Odin was so worried about come from...something that wouldn’t have happened if he hadn’t fucked with her family. Funny, that!)

Sigyn

Sigyn is another giant, though on the short side for one (she’d be tall for a human, though), known for her gifts of magic and potion-making. She and Atreus keep running into each other in town and while foraging out in the woods, end up having a slow-burn friends-to-lovers relationship, and get married when Hel is almost of age. She doesn’t look like much, but she’s fiercely loyal and knows how to make a lot of poisons. Straight up, she almost throws a bowl of that snake-potion in Kratos’s face during the whole “Second Ragnarok” thing because in her panic and blind rage she thought he was Thor coming in for some extra torture.

#god of war #again this isn't speculation this is my own AU based off of stuff I made up

[lokislittlesigyn]

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.

~~~~

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.

~~~~

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."

~~~~

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.

#loki x sigyn #loki fanfic #logyn #OG616 #Thor1

[luthien-t]

Resurfaced Memories. chapter one.

Loki x Female reader

warning: swearing, use of tobacco, angst slightly

Summary: Being the goddess of Victory, Sigyn. You Devoted your eternal love to Loki, but ever since his reveal of being the Jotun, Odin decides to separate you both to prevent all chances of him seizing the throne. Casted -More like banished- to Midgard with no memories of your previous life, you believe you are the same as the ones around you, the midgardians. You gave yourself the name Y/n. With plenty of help and guidance you finally have a life, what will it be of Loki when he finds you during his trips with his brother? 

word count: 1.6K+

(Im going to pretend that Thanos NEVER happened, so loki 2012 never happened -the avenger did happen tho, just not bc of loki- loki is on good terms with them, him and thor come visit every once and a while, thank u thank u)

A/N: Tell me what you think! Send me a message if you want to be in the taglist and thank youu! Happy readingg

1945, New York.

You are walking, where? You don’t know, you don’t recognise half of the things you pass. People are dressed differently than you, looking down at your gown, it was muddy and damaged, your hair was out of place and your bare feet cannot handle any more of the wet mud you’ve been walking on, it was raining, heavy. You find a house with the lights turned on and walked towards it. Your mind was spiralling with thoughts, unsure of what happened or where you’ve been before, you knock on the door once, tears start to dwell in your eyes, you can’t deny how terrified and confused you are. Knocking again on the door, you were greeted by a woman, a shotgun in her hand earning a gasp from you.

“Who are you and what are you doing on my porch?!” She had the gun aimed directly towards you, as soon as she noticed your tears she put down the gun, scanning you from head to toe, a frown appearing on her face as she noticed the ripped and muddied clothes before pulling you in and looking around outside the house, trying to find any sign of danger. You stood behind her, mouth dry, your brain can’t even comprehend the situation you are in, you are trying so hard to remember but all you get is headache.

“Darling, are you safe?” She locked the door before turning to look at you, concern visible in her face and you only shrug, words won’t come out, almost like you have forgotten how to think or use them. She walked to the living room behind you, telling you to follow her as she grabbed a blanket to wrap around you. “What is your name?” She asks, quietly. You look up at her, trying to remember, your eyes moving around and closing them as if you will remember, but nothing comes to mind. Growing frustrated a sob escapes and your body shakes, she frowns and sits down on the couch in front of you. “Have a seat, sweet heart.” She said in a soothing voice, you sit down and violently wipe your tears before looking down at your hands resting on your knees. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have bothered you.” You hear yourself say, although it came out through your gasps and broken sobs. She shook her head and leaned forward. “Nonsense, as long as you’re here, you are safe. No one is going to hurt you” She rested a hand on your knee, leaning her head down to look at your face. 

But that is the thing, you don’t even know if there is anyone or or anything, you can’t remember where you were or how you got here, your eyes locked to the woman in front of you and you nod. “I don’t remember anything” Thats the only thing you are sure of, you don’t remember. 

“Parents? Family? Friends? Anyone I can call?” She asks slowly and you shake your head. “I don’t remember anything, I swear.” Your body begins to shake again and she tightens the blanket around you, trying to give you some form of security. “That’s alright, we will figure this out.” She smiles softly. “I’m Linda, Linda Johnson.” She sits back and watches you, unsure of how to handle your situation. You nod. “I’m-“ You want to say, want to know your name, but your mind won’t cooperate with you whatsoever, your tears appearing again and you sigh. “I don’t know.” You say and look up at her, a frown printed on your face. 

She was wearing a plain white shirt and jeans, her hair was orange and she appeared to be younger than you could imagine. She tried to have a conversation with you, talking about her past in simple details, she used to work with the Armed forces. “You don’t look like you live here.”she said then told you that you are currently in New York in the united states, she is about 28 years old, lives alone ever since she left her job. You wanted to interact with her and tell about yourself but your mind won’t budge one bit. 

“I will send papers about you, maybe a family or a friend will recognise you and call. We will check up with a doctor tomorrow to see if there is any thing they can do” She reassured you, all you can simply do is nod and thank her. 

1947, New York.

It has been two years since you found yourself in New York, you’ve gotten used to the way things work around here. Living with Linda was making everything easier for you, everyday you learnt something new from her. A couple of months into your first interaction, she decided to give you a name. 

“You’re not going to be cramped up in this house all day long, you can help me and I can help you,” She started, “It has been 3 months since I put the posters up about you, but we have to see every outcome.” She was starting to worry, she wondered if you even had a family around here. “How does y/n sound?” She said and you smiled wide at her. “I love it” You say and repeat the name, it was simple and easy to remember.

After a year or so, you started to have a life here, you also learnt the reason why Linda left her job, she talked about how a scientist named Abraham Erskine tested a chemical on her, she felt unsafe and had to leave. 

“There was no effect, I didn’t feel a thing, he called it the super-soldier serum, I was there to help when he first started working on it. Which is why he tested on me, when nothing happened to me he realised that the serum needed more development, but I couldn’t risk my life for some bullshitted serum” She says as she lights her cigarette and you nod. “So you’re still the same? No effects?” You ask, stirring a cup of tea in your hand and she shakes her head. “Oh no, honey, I had some reaction, my wounds heal faster and I look like im 20 when I’m actually 47, I can run fast, the super strength ingredient was apparently the only thing missing, but I had to get out or else he would’ve kept testing and trying.” You nod again and take a sip from your cup. 

“For all we know I might live past the normal human age” she chuckled and you smile. You wonder how old you are, the doctors who checked up on you all gave you the same answer. “Our machines are not that upgraded and we could only assume that you are in your twenties.” They were all amazed at how your cells regenerate quickly and how immune you are to diseases despite not knowing what a vaccine is. 

Your days always passed quickly with nothing to do but help Linda in her house, you found a new passion towards gardening and reading, you spent your free time reading every book Linda had and sometimes you’d go to the library and read the books there, you enjoyed norse mythology the most and absorbed every knowledge you could have cramped up inside your mind. 

Back in Asgard.

Loki spent the last two year, alone. Yes, he had his brother and his friends, but no one was able fill the gap that you left. He wondered if he ever treated you wrong for you to leave so easily, without a goodbye or a letter, his thoughts taking over him. He mostly spent his awakening hours in the library, sometimes in the garden under your favourite tree, hoping maybe one day you will return with an explanation. 

“Still waiting, brother?” Thor said, looking down at Loki who was sitting under that wretched tree he loved dearly. 

“That is none of your concern, Thor.” He replied as he flipped the page of the book he pretended to be reading, Thor knew him more than anyone, he was the only one who was able to see through his lies ever since you left. 

“She will return, don’t fret, Loki. Everyone was envious of the love you two had for eac-“ 

“I would rather not talk about her, thank you very much.” He shut his book and looked up at his brother. Thor only chuckled and sat down next to him, anger started to coarse through Lokis veins, How dare he sit where my beloved sat before him!

“Father is as distraught as you are, you know.” Thor looked at him with amusement in his eyes, trying to calm his brother down. “She was the only one keeping you from causing all this trouble!” This time, Thor laughed and Loki looked away. “Father loves to pretend, Thor, you should know this by now.” He crossed his arm and remembered the last time Odin mentioned her.

“She forced heimdall to open the Bifront, Loki, she succeeded at treason. I would not want a criminal roaming this castle or this realm.” Odin told him calmly, Loki was drowning in his own guilt and pain that he was unable to see the lie presented in front of him.

“This is her home! What will happen of her if she is denied of returning to her own realm!” Loki protested, taking a step closer to Odin. 

“I will not command Heimdall to bring her back, she may have left on her own accord but she will not return so easily! This is final.” His father stood up, his staff slamming down on the floor, Loki fought the anger and tears from appearing and left without another word. 

Odin watched as Loki left and whispered. “One day you will understand.” 

#Loki Laufeyson #loki odinson #loki fanfic #loki fic #loki x reader #loki odinson x reader #loki odinson x you #loki odison x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #Loki Laufeyson x Reader #loki laufeyson x you #loki layfeyson x reader

[imagine-loki]

Soulbonds and Fairy Dust (rewrite)

TITLE: Soulbonds and Fairy Dust (rewrite) CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 12/?

AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine one of the fae has been helping the Avengers, jumping in to help them on missions and vanishing before Shield can bring her in.  Loki joins the team and convinces her to come talk to the team and consider joining before Shield takes more drastic measures. RATING: M NOTES/WARNINGS:  This is a rewrite of the original work of the same name.  Also on AO3 here

Sigyn gave him a more serious look, appraising him now that she remembered more of the boy he’d been.  She could still see that boy in the man who stood in front of her now.  “Is it hard that I look nothing like the Sigyn you remember?” she asked him softly.  She’d found an old portrait in her suite of the golden haired girl she’d been.

Loki considered her question, but shook his head.  “I still see some of her in you. You may not look the same as you once did, but the personality is still there. I still see you behind the fae,”

She gave him a warm smile, reassured and relieved.  Something else came to her mind and she sighed.  “I’m surprised I haven’t been called before the Allfather yet…” she grumbled.  She knew that all visitors to the realm had to face the Allfather.  Even though she wasn’t a visitor, as Asgard was her home, she hadn’t been home in centuries, so of course Odin would call her before him. 

Loki sighed.  “I expect it will happen soon.  Heimdall likely reported to him as soon as we headed to the palace,” he reminded her.  Heimdall was always tattling on everything interesting she and the princes did.  He had their entire lives, which was annoying when he saw everything.

“Probably,” Sig groaned.  “I hate getting called in front of him.  He’s so mean~” she whined, sounding much too much like the child Loki had known. 

“Can you imagine how I feel? I am supposed to be his son, but I have always been nothing but a pawn to him.”

“You win,” she conceded the point.  “Granted the last time I got called in front of him was to take the blame for your bilgesnipe incident,” she reminded him with a smirk.

He rolled his eyes in mock exasperation.  “Why are you putting all of them blame on me for that? You were there too,” he insisted again, just as he had all those centuries ago.

“I didn’t suggest we lure bilgesnipe into the palace.  I said repeatedly that putting bilgesnipe in the morons’ lair was a terrible idea,” she replied firmly, her hands on her hips as she mock-glared up at him.  “But you’d already been grounded once that month and the Allfather was threatening to send you to hard work in the army stables to keep you out of trouble if you got yourself into more trouble.  So I had to take the blame and the grounding so I didn’t lose you,”

Loki sighed and raised his hands in surrender.  He wasn’t willing to argue over something that happened so long ago.  Sig smirked and accepted her win.  The pair laughed together at the old memory, even if Sig had gotten grounded for it.  

They both stiffened when there was a knock on Loki’s sitting room door. Loki’s expression became serious, hard, guarded as he moved to answer the door.  It was his court mask, Sig realized.  “Yes?” He asked the person on the other side. Sigyn’s expression hardened to her court mask too.  She had a bad feeling about this.  

One of the einherjar was on the other side of Loki’s door.  He bowed to Loki before he spoke. “Your highness, the Allfather has requested the presence of Lady Sigyn,” he told Loki.  He’d known that Sigyn would be found wherever Loki was. 

Sig had expected this and didn’t let her dread show on her face.  Loki inclined his head.  “We will be there shortly,” he closed the door and didn’t give the guard the opportunity to argue about him going along with Sig to face the Allfather.  Sig couldn’t help being terrified at the process of going before Odin.  Loki saw her expression and gave she a reassuring smile.  “Don’t worry, old friend. I will be with you the entire time, I swear it,”

“Be careful making promises to a fae,” she warned him automatically, distracted with her fear of going before Odin.  “I doubt he’s going to like that I’m fae, or that we’re soulbound,” she reminded Loki softly.

“There’s nothing he can do about either.  Nor does he scare me any longer.  I am no longer a child and I will not allow anything to happen to you,”

Sig was reassured by his words, but sighed and steeled herself.  “We’d best get this over with, then…”

He held out his arm for her to take.  “Don’t fret, darling.  Everything will be alright,” he reassured her.  He didn’t seem to notice that he’d slipped into a term of endearment.  She wasn’t about to draw it to his attention either.  She definitely approved of the development.

/Mother, would you consider sitting in on Sigyn’s meeting with Father? She might need the reassurance, more than what I can offer/ Loki asked Frigga telepathically as Sig laid her hand nervously on his arm.  She was already shy around people and the Allfather was scary even when he was in a good mood.  In a bad mood he was downright terrifying.

/I’m already here, darling.  As is you brother.  Your Father is literally just going to welcome her back to Asgard and congratulate the two of you on the soulbond/

/Have you told him about the fact that she is fae?/

/I have.  He is just glad she has been returned to us/

Frigga could feel Loki’s relief over the link between them. /Thank you, Mother/ He cut the connection and returned his attention to Sig. 

“My mother informed the Allfather of your current state and of the soulbond. You have nothing to fear,” he reassured her gently.

She sighed in relief.  “Your mother is a saint as always,”

“That could not be more true,” he agreed fondly.  “She knows how to protect her charges,”

Sig gave him a look.  “I’m not in the healing wing…” She wasn’t one of Frigga’s charges.

He chuckled.  “True, but Mother has already adopted you. You are her charge in and out of the healing wing, as are Thor’s moronic friends and Lady Sif.  Mother has quite a few adopted children,”

She laughed in reply. “Mama Frigga hasn’t changed a bit…"

They continued walking to the throne room and it didn’t take long for them to reach the throne room doors. “Are you ready?” Loki asked as tradition dictated.

“No, but let’s do it anyway,” she replied per tradition. They both took a steadying breath and donned their court masks before Loki nodded to the guards to admit them to see Odin. 

#Loki #Lover #Submitted fic #submission #soulbonds and fairy dust #chapter 12 #rewrite #nekoamamori

[fadingcoast]

Death Of The Lie  ||  Chapter 23: Lies

AUTHORS: @silverink-goldenlies & @fadingcoast

Summary: Odin and his daughter Hela are the perfect conquerors of the universe. The nine realms fall one after the other into their clutch. After Odin takes a second wife and has a son with her, he doesn’t need Hela anymore. Hela abandons her father and ends up marrying Laufey, a sworn enemy of the Aesir people. Not long after, she becomes pregnant with Laufey’s child. Odin cannot let that son be born, but against all odds, the boy survives. Odin is forced to bring him back to Asgard to be raised as his own until he could make further use of him. The half-Jotun-half-Aesir boy grows up to look and act a lot like his mother, which disturbs Odin, and makes him treat the boy horribly. Odin’s lies are deep and complex, but one day the boy will find out the truth about everything he is.

PAIRING: None RATING: Teen

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Chapter 23: Lies

Fire. Fire all around me. Flames hot enough to blacken flesh. Fire inside of me. My blood is boiling, my bones are searing coals. It’s too much. I’m going to break. Make it stop!

Let me die!

No, not yet. I will serve. I will bow. Just make it stop!

Madness.

They are breaking my mind in a million pieces, only to be put back together. But it’s not right, it’s different. Everytime I’m different. I’m not me anymore. I’m a puppet, a toy, having my strings pulled in every direction.

I am a weapon. A sacrifice.

I have a new purpose. War.

I have been given clarity. I know what I am, why I survived. I was saved. I am a weapon. I have a glorious purpose.

Isolation. Death. Screaming until hoarse and no one listens. It wasn’t my fault. It wasn’t my fault!

No one listens. No one cares.

An escape. So small a chance. But what else is there for me?

A sword through my chest.

.-

Loki woke up with a start in the opulent bed covered in frost despite the furs he was wrapped in. His head was spinning, and he had to shut his eyes to gain focus.

Another restless night. Yet another long, dreadful day ahead.

He'd thought that impersonating Odin would become easier in time. It wasn’t the mannerisms, or even the occasional outbursts of rage that made it difficult - after all, he had been subjected to those throughout his life. Thinking as the All-father would was what caused problems. Loki had to perform as a blood thirsty, controlling, despotic monarch. One that wanted a firm fist and ever watchful eye on the Nine Realms. Something that went against everything he believed in.

It didn’t help matters that Alfheim and Vanaheim were both on the brink of rebellion.

With Frigga dead and Thor gone, the bond that kept Vanaheim and Asgard together was slowly falling apart. The Vanir openly mistrusted the sanity of the King, as well as his capacity to rule.

Alfheim was a completely different set of issues. The elves had found some truths about Odin and were no longer recognizing The Allfather’s rule. Loki knew Sigyn was involved and that it probably was a result of his request to find everything Asgard had erased from history. He could feel in his heart that what he did know wasn’t the whole story.

A year in torments he longed to forget. A short and failed incursion to Midgard, and another year in solitary confinement had made contacting Sigyn impossible. Loki was curious to know what she had discovered in the archives of Alfheim and wanted desperately to reach out to her... But to let even one person know he was alive was too great a risk. It could potentially destroy everything he was working so hard to build.

No, it was necessary to let them all believe he was dead. And he should be, but the Norns weren’t going to give in so easily. Against all odds he had survived taking Kurse’s sword through his chest, just under his heart, and being left behind in a dust storm on Svartalfheim. No one knew he was merely at the brink of death, and not even Loki knew how he managed to pull himself together and make it back to Asgard in one piece.  

Many times he wished to tell Sigyn the truth, to take the place he was promised and find the care and support Alfheim had always provided. In those moments in his guise as Odin, when the weight of his burden became unbearable, Loki would let his mind drift. To wonder what could have been if he had remained in ignorance of his parentage… If he and Sigyn had wed on Alfheim… If none of this had ever happened…

But it was out of the question. He knew he had to hide, to disappear. He knew he would be hunted if he ran. His best chance was coming back to Asgard, stay dead. Get rid of Odin, for Loki knew he alone could see through his ruse.

The All-father was drained when Loki made it back, his life force weak and dwindling. Frigga’s death and the chain of mistakes that followed had broken the King’s spirit. It wasn’t hard for Loki to enter his mind, to block the memories, to disorient him. It wasn’t hard to abandon him on Midgard. A small mercy, Loki thought, or sheer revenge. To leave Odin to fend for himself as a common human, to die of old age, alone and abandoned. Same as I “died”. It was a far better death than he deserved, but Loki was not going to allow revenge to make him cruel.

Thor had been even easier to get rid of.

Odin always favored Thor, letting him do whatever he wanted. It was simple to just let him go on his own journey, find himself, help his new friends on Midgard, or whatever Thor pretended to do with his time away from the realm and his duties. Thor’s remark about Loki being able to understand what it meant to rule in a way he never could had surprised him, but it was too little, too late.

Settling into a routine once he assumed the throne was tedious at best, and agonizing most days. Wake up, bathe, get dressed, morph into Odin, go about daily business. Grieve. Rebuild what had been destroyed, secure Asgard. His people - Odin’s people - supported him. A meeting, a dinner, a dance, a play. Hear the people talk about what really happened to him, what he really was. Swallow the rage every time. Correct them, tell them he had died a hero, protecting Asgard, protecting Thor. No one would dare go against the All-father. At least they all believed him.

Loki was tired.

Five years might be a breath of time in a life like his, but they were as if thousands of years had gone by. The scars of his tortures were still visible all over his body, stubbornly refusing to heal as though to torment him even further. Even when he wasn’t impersonating Odin, his body felt five thousand years old. It was unclear just how long he would have to keep up this ruse, but living in the body of the source of his own self-hatred wore him down in ways he found it impossible to explain.

It was particularly vexing to attend the war council. Odin’s generals had been insisting on a more bellicose approach to dealing with Vanaheim and Alfheim. Loki had done everything in his power to stop such ways, reasoning that Asgard’s armies weren’t fully recovered after the Dark Elves invasion.

“My King-” One of the Hersir tried to insist again.

“Silence!” Loki rubbed the bridge of his nose as he had seen Odin do many times. “As much as I agree, we don’t have the manpower to go against both Vanaheim and Alfheim. Do I need to remind you all once again that the Alfar King and Vanir Queen are brother and sister? Do you think they won’t support each other if we attack?”

The generals remained silent, some of them biting the retorts, others relieved that Odin wasn’t sending them and their troops to a bloody and pointless battle. One they would surely lose.

The distant echo of a horn interrupted the meeting.

Thor, Loki thought. With a tired sigh, he sat back on the king’s chair.

“Ah, Thor has returned!” The same Hersir as before spoke, with a hint of a smile.

Loki clenched his jaw and dismissed the generals with a wave of his hand. Only one einherji, Odin’s personal guard, was still guarding the door when Thor entered the war room.

“Father.” Thor bowed his head slightly, and stared at the king.

“My son! Welcome, welcome.” Loki said plainly, as he had no energy to pretend to be excited.

Thor lifted a massive crown and dropped it on top of the table. The sound of metal clanking on to wood filled the room.

“The skull of Surtur?” Loki said. “That’s a formidable weapon. How did you acquire it?”

“With difficulty.” Was all Thor answered. “It must be moved to the vault, so Surtur doesn’t arise and destroy the whole realm.”

Loki gestured to the guard standing by the door. The crown was promptly taken away.

Trying to remain calm, Loki poured himself some wine. “Why the visit, Thor?”

“I’ve been having this recurring dream lately, father.” Thor said, sitting across the table, mimicking Loki’s actions and pouring wine for himself. “Every night I see Asgard fall into ruins… Fire and destruction engulf my home.”

Ragnarok. Loki thought, but said nothing. Instead he feigned interest in what Thor was saying.

“I decided to go out into the cosmos and investigate.” Thor continued. “And what do I find, but the Nine Realms completely in chaos. Enemies of Asgard assembling, plotting our demise. Vanaheim and Alfheim breaking from our kingdom.”

Loki had to bite his tongue at the mention of Aflheim. “Well, it is best to respect our neighbors’ freedom, and do so without violence. I see you have learned very little in your travels.”

Something in ‘Odin’s’ expression wasn’t right. Thor played with the goblet in his hand before taking a sip.

“Oh, I have learned quite a few things.” Thor countered. “Rumors about the weak king of Asgard, one who won’t defend or maintain his territories, are on the mouths of many.”

Loki again had to bite his tongue.

“Many say the king has been bewitched.” Thor downed the goblet. “Other say he’s just demented, and old.”

“And what is your opinion?”

Loki sensed something else going behind Thor’s words. Surely the dimwitted meathead doesn’t suspect anything, does he?

“Are you really going to make it hard for me?” Thor gowled.

Loki straightened his posture and pretended to be confused. “What do you mean?”

Thor was enraged. In a flash, he stood up and pressed Mjolnir to Loki’s chest. “Where is father?!”

Loki flinched in pain, as Thor, unknowingly pressed Mjolnir harder on the wound that almost killed him in Svartalfheim. “Fine!” He spat, and made the glamour disappear, revealing himself to Thor.

With a small seidr shock, Loki made Thor stumble back. Free from Mjolnir’s weight he stood up, his robes changing to the more familiar green leather ones.

“You just couldn’t stay away, could you?” Loki said with a sardonic smile. “I offered you the throne and you rejected it. I gave you exactly what you asked for!” With a wave of his hand, he locked the door, sending a silencing spell with it.

“I can’t believe you’re alive!” Thor kicked a nearby chair.

“Did you mourn?” Loki asked coldly. Thor didn’t answer, still staring at him in shock, disbelief, and outrage. “Of course not,” Loki sneered. “You were too busy playing the hero with your new friends. Why come back now?”

“Where is father?” Thor repeated the question, threatening Loki with his hammer. “Did you kill him?” Loki failed to speak, and Thor backed him up to the nearby wall, Mjolnir once again against his wound. “Answer me!”

Loki winced, but didn’t let Thor see. Biting the words he stated, “I know exactly where he is.”

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Thor tripped as they stepped out of the portal, and looked around. The meadow where they landed was atop a cliff, covered in lush green grass, with the occasional stump and rock protruding from the green. The sound of crashing waves rumbled below them.

A lone figure sat on one of the rocks, right by the edge, and seemed to be staring at the fading sun. Thor rushed to Odin’s side, Loki followed reluctantly.

“Look at this place. It’s beautiful.” Odin spoke when he felt their presence.

“Father, it’s us.” Thor said softly.

“My son. I’ve been waiting for you.” Odin turned his head to Thor and smiled.

“I know.” Thor smiled back. “I’ve come to take you home.”

“Home, yes. Your mother, she calls me.” Odin again seemed to be lost in thought, staring at the passing clouds. “Do you hear it?”

“Loki, lift your magic.” Thor demanded.

But Odin smiled.

“Took me quite a while to break free from your spell.” He said, turning to Loki. “Frigga would have been proud.”

Loki clenched his teeth.

“I don’t have much time.” Odin said out of breath. “I failed you. It is upon us… Ragnarok.”

“No, I’ve stopped Ragnarok.” Thor shook his head, wearing a rather proud smile. “I put an end to Surtur.”

“No. It has already begun.” Odin pressed. “She’s coming. My life was all that held her back, but my time has come. I cannot keep her away any longer.”

“Father, who are you talking about?”

“The Goddess of Death. Hela. My first born. Your sister.” Odin said looking at Thor, whose jaw hung open in confusion. Loki looked at Odin as he turned to him. “Your mother.”

“What?” Loki couldn’t believe what he’d heard.

“Hela is your mother, Loki.” Odin finally admitted. “Her bearing Laufey’s child was what prompted the war on Jotunheim.” He said. “Her violent appetites grew beyond my control. She betrayed Asgard and married the Jotun King. I couldn’t stop her, so I imprisoned her. Locked her away. And took you.” Odin looked at Loki again. “I sought to protect you, knowing the Jotnar wouldn’t take pity on you as a half breed.”

Loki stopped listening. Once again, the lies of Odin had been deeper than he had imagined. Loki remembered when he killed Laufey. The Jotun King had said this to him. That he recognized him as his son, that he had tried to come to him. Laufey’s last words echoed in his memory: “I am sorry, Loptr. I hope you know your mother loved you. As did I.”

He had been so drunk with power and grief that he didn’t listen. He had been taught the Jotnar were heartless monsters. How could he believe Laufey when he said it?

The Jotnar weren’t the monsters after all.

“She draws her strength from Asgard… Once she arrives there, her powers will be limitless.”

“I hope she gets there.” Loki muttered.

Thor looked at him, bewildered. “Are you mad?”

“I’ve been lied to about my own family my whole damn life! Of course I’m mad!” Loki stood up and faced Odin and Thor. “For once in your life, tell me the truth!” He shouted at Odin.

“Whatever we said was only to protect you.” Odin said, repeating an old and stale speech.

“Lies!” Loki spat. “I would have believed that from Frigga, but not from you. Not anymore!”

“Loki, please calm down!” Thor said, far from calm himself.

“No!” He barked. “Last time this happened you conveniently fell into Odinsleep.” Loki pointed at Odin.

“So now his death is convenient?” Thor stepped in between Loki and Odin.

“For him it is!” He shouted. “Every single time I’ve asked for the truth I’ve been lied to and tossed aside.” Loki pushed Thor out of the way. “You’re dying anyway, old man! Telling the truth for once won’t change that.”

Odin took a deep, pitiful breath. “You’ll find out the truth soon enough.”

Loki felt angry tears well in his eyes. He wanted to grab Odin by the neck, kick him, slap him, stab him, anything to make him feel the littlest amount of pain his “father” had inflicted upon him his whole life. Hel, he would kill Odin painfully before peaceful death came for him. Odin didn’t deserve peaceful death. But Thor was in the way, and he held him, kept him away from Odin.

“I would ask for forgiveness, but I guess I deserve your hate.” Odin said.

“You deserve much more than my hate!” Loki snarled.

“I probably do.” Odin let another tired breath out. His hands were shaking, he could hardly stand in place, as if his body was collapsing from the inside. “I can’t-” Thor tried to hold his father up, but he weighed a thousand tons.

Loki fell to his knees, oblivious to Odin’s decay. A thick dark frozen fog hovered on the grass, tainted tendrils seemed to suck the life out of the greenery, leaving dry wrinkled leaves in its place. He was shaking, in pain, horror, disbelief. Odin had made him believe that he wasn’t an asgardian, but he is. Not his son but his grandson. Loki had a real claim to not only the throne of Jotunheim, but also Asgard. And Odin had taken that away from him, as he had taken so much.

Hela is your mother, Loki…

A mother he would never know.

Your mother loved you.

He would never get to experience that.

Centuries of learning how to keep his power under control cracked and crumbled. Something was binding him to the ground, making him deaf to Thor’s commands and pleads to stop. The fog turned dark and ice began to form on the surface, choking the ground with its weight.

“Loki!” Thor’s voice was distant and distorted.

Odin’s lies carved deep in your soul…

Loki’s power was oozing from his skin, his tears were dark ice crystals, his skin blue and rugged, the darkness and cold bled from him, he was too tired to keep it all in. Thor was still pleading and yelling, desperate as Odin began to choke with the shadows that engulfed him.

Loki opened his red eyes and stared at a cloud of swirling dark smoke that was feeding off his power, paralyzing him. He could see a silhouette forming, but he could not move. Something was calling out to him. A voice he had heard before. Those were dreams!

Thor, too preoccupied with Odin, didn’t seem to notice what was happening. The Allfather was on his knees, fighting for breath.

“Thor-” Odin choked. “Hela!”

“Father-”

Whatever Thor was going to say was cut by the pained gasp of the Allfather. A dark gleaming necrosword protruded from his chest, and ichor seeped from around the wound. Thor screamed, making the skies rumble. His accusing eyes fell on Loki first, but he had not moved. Confused, Thor looked at his hands, already slick with his father’s blood. The necrosword had disappeared.

“What?” Thor stuttered.

Odin said nothing. His eyes closed and his body slacked, slipping from Thor’s grip. It hit the frozen ground with a loud thump, staining the ice with his blood. The Allfather was dead.

The swirling cloud of smoke became more defined, a dark portal to another world. Out of the darkness, a woman came. Long locks of dark hair framed an extremely pale face. Her bright eyes were bloodshot and crowned with dark circles. Her body was slim, almost emaciated, covered in rags of black and green cloth that clung to her bones, showing all the bruises, wounds, and dried blood on her skin. Her hand was gripping a large necrosword that was still stained with Odin’s blood.

Loki blinked slowly at the sight of her, trying to get a grip of his senses. The blue faded from his skin and the red from his eyes. Focusing on his surroundings, he took time to look at the woman. Something strangely familiar irradiated from her.

Her eyes.

He had seen them before. And the cheekbones. And the eyebrows.

You look just like your mother.

The woman smiled at the sight of Odin lying dead on the ground. But her smile was empty and joyless.

“Finally…”

Thor stood up, his fingers and arms already summoning the power of lighting, and Mjolnir flew to his hand. Loki stood up, somewhat blocking Thor’s view.

“You must be Hela.” Loki spoke.

Hela’s expression changed to confusion, and then pain. She drew in a sob and stared at Loki as if she was seeing a ghost.

“Loptr?”

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Warnings: SMUT THIS CHAPTER! Consensual, reader is of age, I'm putting her around +21, but being Aesir she is technically decades old, but when doing the math, you get the picture. And this one is, rocky, heart break, you all will probably hate me after this one. I did bad things to Loki.

A/N: Sigyn/Siggy means victorious girlfriend or wife in old Norse. Ostmen are what the Vikings called themselves, seeress is just as it sounds a prophet, Danelagh or Danelaw is England and Norrvegr is modern day Norway. The name Gyda mean warlike in Old Norse.

Vǫlva= Viking for witch, usually old woman witch but I changed it up

Note on Viking wedding traditions: I sped some of the traditions up really fast! It normally takes years for Vikings to marry. I will leave a link, so you can see for yourself. But I kept with their traditions though mush aren’t known. Viking Wedding Tradition

For the past day, Y/N remained lying next to Bjorn’ wounded side, his arm thrown around her, Y/N dozing off when he was breathing easy & waking when he struggled for breath. Around midday their second day at sea, thank the gods they were calm for once, Y/N heard his chest rattle differently, prompting her to sit up quickly, looking down at him in darkness the candle she had lit that morning had extinguished itself, a bad omen.

“Bjorn,” Y/N unused voice rasped out, sitting up in the silk soft deer skin shift that he had gifted her with when they landed, before it all…

“Gyda, I,” he began, letting out a pained rasp, sounding like his breath was caught in his chest.

“No,” Y/N whimpered silently, knowing what this was & panic took over her body.

Flicking her wrist out to the candles, the room instantly lit up with the light that they provided, Y/N gently straddling over Bjorn’ thighs, careful not to jar the bleeding hole that he had gotten from a hatchet only a day ago. Looking from the wound to his paling face, he was dying, no he couldn’t die, this wasn’t fare, Y/N had found something familiar, something, someone that was to be hers when they reached Norrvegr &…

“Bjorn, please,” Y/N breathed out slackly leaning down to cup his pale, clammy cheeks, cherishing them & trying to keep the tears back.

“It's ok,” he rasped out, his face contorting in pain reaching up to lay a hand on her cheek, it was burning hot against the coolness of her own but gladly Y/N leaned into it.

“I go to Valhalla,” he informed her with a smile when Y/N opened her eyes to look at him, catching the tear that followed & continuing to smile at her.

“It would be very informative if you would tell me where you plan to send us every time we come here,” Loki bit out towards Thor, both getting the hang of being transported by Frigga’ seidr & not stumbling around like new born foals.

“It would be wouldn’t it,” Thor quipped back, taking in his brothers annoyed look before adding, “if I knew I would tell you, but mother keeps that secret even from me, best so that Heimdall or father doesn’t find out.”

“Understood,” was all Loki commented, turning from Thor to survey the area, it looked to be Norrvegr, but it seemed they where set out more inland, towards tip of the continent.

Both brothers looking around to find where they had been sat out & realizing that a road wasn’t far from where Frigga had put them. They would have to disguise themselves, Loki realized & called on his seidr to cover them in drab clothing so as not to attract attention.

“We should have brought horses,” Thor commented, looking over to the younger god who nodded in agreement, they wanted to avoid being seen as royalty, it would draw undue attention from more than the Ostmen.

Walking in silence for several miles, Loki finally decided to voice a worry that was beginning to nag at him, something he knew couldn’t last forever.

“How long do think mother can keep calling to the darkness like this,” he finally spoke to his older brother who let out a quiet sigh and looked over to meet his worried gaze before looking back to the road ahead.

“I'm not sure, it takes a toll on her even now,” Thor breathed out sounding defeated, thundering sounding far off.

“I'm sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything,” Loki apologized to Thor, hinting to the thunder that sounded, but it felt as though it calmed slightly at his apology.

“It's fine brother, for the past, Norns knows how many nights, it keeps me awake, along with the nightmares,” Thor admitted to his brother, something Loki knew of himself, but didn’t let Thor know he heard him, though faint, calling out to Y/N & himself.

Thor didn’t have the stomach to tell Loki that he had a reoccurring nightmare of Loki falling from the Bifrost into the abyss, it sickened him every time he had that dream, & in it Loki cursed him beforehand. The two battling it out in the gate room, blue energy bolting around them & moving to the Bifrost. His younger brother continuing to curse at him about how he treated him, how he never helped to find Y/N, how he never protected her, & of the undying love that Loki felt, a love that since Y/N was never returned had turned his heart to stone, making him lash out at Thor and Odin.

“Brother,” Loki almost yelled worry crossing his features Thor coming out of his thoughts to realize that the sky had grown dark & it was beginning to drizzle when he looked at Loki.

“What is it,” Thor spoke up, calming the storm, thankful the imagery wasn’t real, & looking out to where Loki directed, a village, one that looked to be well populated.

“Good, let us find Y/N shall we,” Thor smiled, all be it fake & pained over at his brother, hoping that he didn’t pummel him into the ground for saying her name out loud though thankfully over the past few days it had passed Loki’ lips dozens of times.

“My Siggy,” Loki breathed so that only he would hear & not Thor, looking to the village in hope that he hadn’t felt in a long time.

“No, I can’t,” her voice continued to shake, one hand releasing his cheek to go to the wound in his side, as if she could do something.

The gentle rocking of the ship felt as if it was trying to lull Bjorn to rest, his breath growing shallower, raspier, & Y/N absentmindedly tuning into it to match it sending herself into a deeper panic. Calling the seidr out of instinct, not realizing what she did until it began to take over both their bodies, not looking away from Bjorn’ hazing steel blue eyes.

“Gyda, Gyda, it's ok, don’t shed another tear for me, call it back you will weaken yourself,” Bjorn reassured her, calling back to how Y/N had to be carried onto the ship & placed in his bed with him because she had weakened from defending them, was he breathing easier?

“I want weaken myself,” she retorted, the room suddenly filled with a loud sickening snap that was all to audible & Bjorn letting out a pained growl that echoed around the room letting go of her face to hold to his injured side.

Blinded by her own seidr, Y/N continued to stare down at Bjorn, not seeing or hearing anything, but speaking, actually speaking with the seidr, telling it to heal him, like a conversation between old friends. A light pat to her burning cheek made her focus on Bjorn who was sitting up, holding her in his lap & looking healthy. Had she died & went to Valhalla with him?

“Gyda, look at me, I need you to focus lover,” he breathed, snapping her out of it, the pet name lover threatening to bring forth a memory but was forgotten the moment Y/N realized he was breathing easy hands wrapped around her cheeks , bringing her down out of her panic.

“Bjorn,” she finally spoke, eyes clearing, focusing, looking to his very being before he pulled her face to his & crashed their lips together, Y/N allowing his tongue entrance.

There tongues tangled fighting for dominance while Bjorn took the opportunity to gently push Y/N legs back so that he had a chance to free himself, but it seemed she was just as inpatient, hands jerked at the already loose tie, a sigh of frustration at how the leather didn’t want to give.

“Fuck,” Y/N breathed into his mouth in frustration, while Bjorn swallowed it up like a man parched, speaking with the seidr about the troublesome pants & no time they were in the floor.

“So impatient,” Bjorn laughed into her mouth, breaking the kiss to push her up, jerking the shift over her head but keeping it so it bound her arms behind her back, back arching to press soft breast in his face while Y/N scooted closer to grind on a rock-hard cock.

“So are you,” Y/N breathed out, sitting up to tease the head of his cock with her already dripping wet cunt, jerking her arms free from the shift for him to throw to the floor.

Bjorn pulled down on Y/N thick hip with one hand while the other went to the nape of her neck to pull her down for a  kiss, thrusting up to meet her only to be teased, sweat begging to bead on their bodies & not due to the seidr or his health.

“Fuck, Gyda, please don’t tease,” he spoke into her mouth, pulling hard at her hip, his grip desperate & bruising.

Finally giving, allowing him to tug her onto his cock to swallow down the moan she released as he stretched her in all the right ways. Allowing her to still because, even though she wasn’t untouched she still felt as if she was. He had no desire to hurt her, looking up into her face, a slight twinge coming to it as if from pain, and hoping that it wasn’t him as he gently rocked her hips to test the waters.

Sinking onto his cock made her mind set on fire, the flicker of something familiar running rampant through her pounding skull, why was this familiar? Another flicker, one of gold, green & black leathers. Silver short swords embellished with wolves, emeralds, no emerald eyes, a sea of green satin, while shoulder length black hair tickled along her stomach.

Her gut twisting, this was wrong, but it was right, it was pain & it was pleasure. Forcing eyes to open & the fleeting memory away because of the head splitting pain that it caused, filling nauseous when looking down into steel blue eyes. Something nagging at her that they should be emerald but brushing it off when his voice reached her ears.

“Gyda, am I hurting you,” Bjorn asked gently, guiding her hips so that she rocked over his, the fill of his cock mind-numbingly pleasurable as a smile danced across Y/N lips, rocking her hips more to thrust onto him harder.

“Not at all lover,” she breathed out on instinct, leaning back so that her breast where in his face, a pert nipple begging to be sucked.

A calloused hand caressing over the soft skin, thumb gliding over the bud before leaning to suck it into his mouth, gentle at first but raking teeth over it the moment he could feel her clinch around him. Good, because the soft, moist heat that was engulfing his eager cock was throbbing for an early release.

Y/N went first, dragging Bjorn with her, clawing to his back while wrapping arms around his shoulders to hold them tightly against each other, rutting on him & filling him empty into her. Hot seed filling her womb & making her find familiarity, comfort in it while he continued to rut on her. Riding out their highs, paying no heed to just how loud they had gotten. The pounding on the door not reaching their ears, at least not until Y/N seidr allowed the door open that she didn’t realize it held.

The moment was broken when the door to the room slammed open as if an invisible force was holding it shut, the men stumbled in wielding their weapons & looking breathless. Looking to their leader who sat upright, holding a fur over Y/N who was obviously straddling him, buried in his chest & Bjorn looked remarkably…well.

Quickly, without pulling out of Y/N pulsing heat, Bjorn jerked the nearest fur over their bodies, sweat rolling off of them & both panting hard when the door banged open. The bang of it causing Gyda to jump in his arms, wrapping her own around his waist & hold tightly onto a healed side. Y/N peaking out at one of the other leaders from another ship.

“We thought, sire, you're healed,” the one who had pushed in first began, stepping closer but pausing when he noticed the discarded shift on the floor.

“I am thanks to our young vǫlva,” Bjorn spoke, breathing easy & running his hand along her thigh cherishing it.

“Good news sire, we will leave you two alone,” the man spoke, sheathing his axe & ushering the others out gruffly.

“A seeress,” Thor asked Loki as they were back out on the road, that thankfully wasn’t swimming with mud, “why would they take her to a seeress, if this is ..”

Glancing over quickly at Thor, the looked Loki fixed him with told him to keep his mouth shut, to not deprive Loki of hope.

“Did the woman give you any names, anything to go by, something we could give mother,” Thor spoke rationally, using his battle training to force himself to think rationally & coherently.

“The woman that she described looking exactly like Y/N, she was accompanying the one who found her, Bjorn in Danelagh to the seeress that is a day’s ride,” Loki began to explain looking straight ahead with hope, strides getting longer.

“They called her Gyda, said that this Bjorn found her in a meadow after a raid there, said she remembers nothing but when she was found,” Loki continued to speak on happily, Thor trying to think rational once more.

“Wait how do you know this Gyda is her? It could just be some war prize that …,” was all Thor got out before a coldness washed over Loki’ features.

Loki stopped quickly, Thor making it a few strides ahead till he realized he had stopped & reluctantly turned to face his brother. The hateful gaze he focused on Thor sent shivers down his spine, it wasn’t Loki he was looking at, it was something completely different, he was void of emotion, body ridged & gaze that cut through him like tiny shards of ice making his very bones hurt. It troubled Thor that he had switched that fast, eyes that once sparkled with hope boring into him as if he was seeing him but wasn’t & above all what terrified Thor the most was the fact that he resembled the Loki he fought on the Bifrost, the one from his nightmares.

“Their leader was dying on the voyage here from a gaping hole in his side that was pouring blood, & when he reached the shore here he was completely healed & was ready to take this journey to take HER to the seeress because the seeress had explained to Bjorn where to find her in Danelagh. The seeress described Gyda, MY Siggy as a gift from the gods & that when found she was to be brought before the prophetess,” Loki bit out viciously, but then again he was calm, so collected, his gaze not faltering even when a thin tear broke free.

“Wait if she is with Bjorn, that means that, from what I gathered…,” Thor got out before Loki snarled out at him violently, stalking towards him to stop inches from him, glaring daggers into his soul.

“I know what it means brother! But she doesn’t know who she is, what we are to each other! Now shut up,” Loki growled, looking calm still, but also looking like a rabid beast about to pounce if Thor said one more word & that was something that they couldn’t afford at the moment.

The plodding of the horse was rhythmic as they followed the path to visit the seeress, causing Y/N to slump over, tired from healing Bjorn, from the journey, from the entire ordeal in general & was slowly nodding off on her mount. Y/N mount, a stallion that she tamed with just her touch. Gentle nudging at her elbow making her snap out of it to look over at Bjorn with a sleepy smile, leaning into his touch as he reached out to cherish her cheek.

“What do you dream of lover? I hear you call out to someone, but it's so quiet I never hear,” Bjorn asked her gently, confusion crossing her features, evident she didn’t realize what she did when she would drift off to sleep.

“I don’t know, all I see when I dream is colors of green, gold, black, & emerald,” Y/N admitted, missing the fill of his hand on her face when the horses shifted due to the terrain, noting that they where heading into snow dusted trees & the air was surprisingly colder than ever.

Fear shivered along Y/N spine along with the oddly unbearable cold that didn’t seem natural, looking around to figure out where they could be & spotting a grouping of cabins that situated in the trees. Walkways traversed between them, so no one walked in the mud, one off to itself leaving Y/N guessing it belonged to the seeress.

“Then hopefully Asta can help you remember then,” he spoke to her with confidence though she cold visibly watch a shiver move along his spine the closer they got to the cabins.

Bjorn halting his mount to jump down to catch Y/N’ & hold him for her to dismount, another tug at memory another sharp pain and another forgotten even when it felt as though steel blue eyes should look like sparkling emeralds.

“Don’t play games woman,” the man, snapped in the seeress face, an unreadable expression as she was violently slammed to the wall in the cabin, glad she enchanted it so no one heard there squabbles.

“I'm not! She is hear as we speak,” the old woman spat out, hand flying to the one at her throat pinning her to the wall, but still she hardly flinched, the tall man bearing down her, his illusion flickering but calling it back.

“And you are sure she remembers nothing? Sure that the sorcerer want find her,” the man snarled in her face, free hand producing a weapon that no Ostmen carried and holding the tip to the seeress throat in warning.

“I am positive! If you hadn’t fucked up in Danelagh when they had to turn back because of Thor’ anger then we would not have this problem,” she bit out, kicking the man back, making him drop her, but still he held the blade to her throat & towered over her.

A knock sounded at the door, the seeress gaze shooting up to look into the dark eyes of the man that towered over her hinting to the door that led out of the back of the cabin.

“Damn you Býleistr, go,” she snarled quietly, “I will bring her when I discard of her newest lover.”

Slowly Bjorn entered first, holding tightly to Y/N hand leading her into the seeress’ cabin, the old woman looking away from the back entrance that clicked shut, & looking to the two. An odd look of satisfaction coming to her eyes that sent a violent shiver through the two, the room colder than the outside despite the fact a fire burned at its center.

“My sire! I see you found the young vǫlva shield maiden that I spoke of,” the old woman spoke out in awe, coming forward & taking the time to look over Y/N like a prized bull.

“Aye, saved my life,” he admitted proudly motioning Y/N to go with the old woman who stood close to the fire.

The old seeress reaching out to take Y/N chin to turn her head this way & that. Looking over the deer skin pants, fur covered boots, the gold chain & pendant that was around her neck sparkling in the fire light. A pendant Asta knew belonged to Bjorn’ mother, the older shield maiden must have given it to the younger one when they landed. Looking quickly to Y/N side to see a sword, the one belonging to Bjorn, was lashed to her side by a beautiful belt, bring nit to question if he carried something of Y/N, spotting the golden handled dagger that rested inside the young ruler’s breast pocket.

“You were wed,” the seeress spoke, not sure how to proceed, normally these things took years, but if Bjorn’ mother blessed them then it was possible it was a fast ceremony in private.

“Not yet, when we return,” Bjorn admitted watching the seeress continue to focus on Y/N, how eerie it was that Asta looked Gyda over like a sacrifice.

“Come! You two must sit, we need to talk,” the seeress began, snapping out of her trance & hinting to the two to take a seat close to the fire as snow began to fall through the chimney over the pit.

Looking at Y/N, Bjorn noticed her color pale, especially when the seeress ghosted over her forearm, reaching out to pull Y/N close looking into fear-stricken eyes before looking to the old woman who rambled on about something then back to Y/N.

“Forgive us Asta but allow me to walk Gyda to the long house to rest, it was a long journey &…,” Bjorn began, cut off by the vicious shout of the old seeress who looked slightly taller now.

“I have waited too long & have ice cold death breathing down my neck! It's time to go,” was the shout that made the two realize the trap that they had entered had clamped shut around them & there was no escape.

Looking ahead to the trees in front of them, smelling burning wood & meat. Striding closer to once again see crows fly overhead, no not again. Before Thor could stop Loki, he raced ahead through the burring trees & lodges. Emerald seidr in a frenzy to stop the burning only to wind up in the middle of a ring of death. Burned houses, men, women, children, horses, looking as if it was to cover someone’s tracks.

“Loki! Stop,” Thor shouted after his brother running after Loki, the irate go showing not signs of stopping when he spotted the cabin that was further up on the hill, away to itself, a burnt shell.

Running up in his brother, Thor watched Loki stoop, pulling something off of a body lying next to the fire pit, that looked to have once been a man. The item he picked up glistened gold & silver, snakes intertwining down the fuller. Without putting any thought to it, Loki wrapped his palm around the blade, looking around the shell of a cabin & seeing nothing else but a sword he didn’t recognize. Hand tightening around the blade, cutting flesh to spill blood. Loki, no longer able to hold onto hope, falling to his knees & screaming out to nothing.

Thor stopped, he needed time, but then again what can he do? Y/N wasn’t here & who appeared to be Bjorn laid burned to death at Loki’ knees. And Loki, Norns, what the Hel was he going to do, how would he get him home? It was past night fall on Midgard as well as Asgard. Thor’ gut twisting because something told him this would be the last time they ventured to Midgard, the last time in a long time because Odin had found out. The two would be lucky if they weren’t confined to their rooms or the dungeon for that fact.

His last hope, Loki’ last hope was bleeding out all over his leathers, running down his knees & dripping onto the scorched platform. The young gods anger escaping in loud incoherent curses that shook the very ground with his anger. Unable to stop till he was breathless, hoarse, & completely spent. Leaving it up to Thor to get him to his feet, struggling in his arms to let him go & allow him to stay as penance. Forcefully Thor drug his struggling brother to wobbly legs to call out to their mother to bring them home & choking on his own sob.

“Look at who shivers before me,” Y/N heard a deep male voice echo around her in the dark, freezing room.

Trying to look through the darkness, but this time seeing nothing, dawning on Y/N that someone had rendered her blind. Arms stretched & pulled over her head, stretched out like a piece of meat to be butchered. Jumping when a cold breath moved across her skin, telling her that something was close. The cold of the room biting I through the clothes as if Y/N wore nothing, only remembering. Remembering, what was she to remember again? Shivering, chains jingling to echo around the room.

“Return her sight, I want to see her expression when she sees my face for the first time,” the voice spoke right in front of her, another breeze of cold air making her realize it was her captors breath.

Slowly as if coming out of a hazy fog, Y/N regained her sight, only to look into blood red eyes that were sat in a leathery blue face scared with lines and gold adornments on his head. Unable to stop the gasp that left her, the creatures cold breath taking her own as he let out a chuckle & stood up strait backing away to stand to his true height.

“My sweet little goddess, how far you have fallen & without any memory to serve you but for the ones we are about to create from this moment on,” the blue giant laughed.

Y/N forced herself to look away, only to realize that there were several more in the room with her, one that wasn’t as tall as the one laughing over her, he looked young. Another next to him who was tall like the one before her & a lifeless body laid on the floor, the body of something dead. It was hard to tell what it was, a frostbitten heap of flesh that looked burned as well.

“Unbind her, I want to see what my runt of a son Loki seen in this creature,” the giant chuckled darkly.

The fall taking her breath, hitting the cold floor, instinct telling her to call out to the seidr to protect her, but who was Loki & how had she gotten here? The last she thought before trying to free herself from these monsters that towered over her.

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[sigyn-loves-loki]

"Vali, you have no other option but to have your lessons from the teacher today. You're father isn't here." Sigyn was trying to calm her son who had been crying because he didn't wanted to have his magic lessons from anyone else than Loki.

"But where is father?" he cried.

"Father has gone for work, my baby. He'll come back tomorrow. You know that well."

"No! I want him now. Tell him to come to me right now." Vali kept on crying.

Odin has sent Loki to one of the States for the settelement of some conflict going around there. He suppose, the conflict can be solved verbally, hence Loki. He left early in the morning and won't return before tomorrow evening.

"Vali Lokison, you know you can't have all your wishes fulfilled. Your father has gone for work and you need to understand the importance of that. Now stop your crying and let me dress you and take you to school. Look at your brother, he's already dressed." they both looked at Narfi who was sitting on the bed, fully dressed and playfully swinging his legs. Narfi was a mommy's boy, but Vali always sticked by his papa. Loki found it a thing of being proud of, but for Sigyn it was amusing, she always said "I can't take care of three Lokis at the same time. One needs to help."

Vali finnaly got ready and the three went to school for their lessons. Because they were Princes and Sigyn was always too much protective of them, they were to train inside the Palace. They had their fighting lessons and war planning classes from someone from school but magic lessons were always given to them by their father, him being the best sorcerer in all of Asgard.

By the evening, Sigyn was completely exhausted. She left the kids at their room and was now walking along the grass in the Garden to breathe the fresh air. Spring was early this year, she could smell it. The cold breeze from the sea was still blowing in the wind giving her chills, but she wrapped her coat around tightly. She was wearing Loki's coat. She wears his coat when he's not in Asgard. It feels nice to smell his fragrance from his clothes when he isn't here.

She closed her eyes as she walked, humming some old folklore of Asgard. Suddenly some fast running of someone's boots brought her to senses. She saw that it was Thor running into the Palace carrying a woman in his arms.

"Sigyn, fast. We need to take her to the healer's chamber." Thor said holding his breath.

"Yes, Thor but who is she? What happened to her?"

"She's Jane. I don't know what happened to her but she's acting weird. Fast healer's chamber, fast."

"Yes, yes. Come with me." Sigyn said and called one of the maids, "Could you please run and inform the Queen that her presence is most urgently required in the healer's chamber?"

"Yes my lady." the maid bowed. Sigyn led Thor and half concious Jane to the healer's chambers. There the healers put her on the observational bed.

Odin and Frigga came to the room and saw the situation. Odin was a bit disgusted at first to find that his most loyal son brought a mortal in their Palace but when the healers pointed out what she had inside of her, he couldn't help being concerned.

"She has some kind of dark energy inside her. We can't understand what it is. If you please Almother."

"Show me the results of your tests." she said.

They presented a projection of the X-ray view they took of Jane and they all saw a red and black semi-fluid, semi-vapour matter to be grinding inside her with a fast pace. It looked a bit scary, like dark magic. Sigyn knew about dark magic, she read some of the books from the forbidden section of the library but she couldn't identify what it is.

"In the name of all the Norse Gods and Goddesses!" Odin gasped, "How did that get inside of you? Tell me woman, how did you find it?"

Jane was already scared, and Odin's shouting scared her more. She held Thor's hands tightly and said in a trembling voice, "I, I was there in an old building. They reported some kind of a discrepancy in the area. Some unevenness of gravity, which is not possible on earth. And when we were there, we saw how things were actually weird. I went along testing and reached a long corridor. I don't know how I reached there but on the next second I was in some other place. It had a red sky, dark mountain rocks and bare terrain. I looked around and saw something moving between two rocks. I went up to touch it and then I became unconscious. When I woke up I saw Thor was there and then he.."

"She was radiating an energy when they found her. She already smashed two men." Thor interupted.

"What do you suspect is it my King?" Frigga asked.

"There's nothing to suspect Frigga. It's the Aether."

"The Aether." Thor gasped.

"What? What is it? Why are you all making such faces?" Jane asked.

"It's the Reality Stone. One of the six infinty stones that are scattered around the multiverse." and then he told them about the Aether and the infinty stones. "That means, if the Aether is here, then Maliketh will come here to claim it. Thor, Frigga, it's not a good decision to keep her here." Odin sometimes desperately ignored Sigyn's presence.

"She is not going anywhere." Thor stepped infront.

"Then I'm not going to take her responsibility. If time comes, then I will protect Asgard and not her."

"It's okay father. I will protect Jane. You protect your Asgard." Thor said.

Odin rushed out of the chamber in a fast pace. Frigga then instructed the healers on what medicine and herbs to give her for the night and said she will stay with Jane. But Sigyn insisted that the Queen was already very tired. Sigyn will herself be there with Jane for the rest of the night. Frigga accepted and went along.

"Do you think she will be okay?" Thor asked as the two of them went outside the room to talk.

"Yes, Thor. Please don't overthink. She will be fine."

"Loki hasn't been back yet?" he asked looking at the coat Sigyn was wearing.

"No. He'll come back tomorrow evening."

"It would have been better if he was around. His help in the matter would have been required."

"Can't you send a word for him?"

"I will. But Sigyn, can you apparate? Like he does? It will be a faster way to reach him."

"I could have but I haven't been well trained in that field of skills. Furthermore I don't know where this State is. So I'm sorry Thor."

"It's okay. He will come."

"Yes he will." Sigyn said this more to herself than to him. She felt something nagging in her stomach, fear. Yes, she was afraid. She was very afraid. She just wanted Loki to come back as soon as possible. To hold him in her arms and believe that she was with him. Something didn't feel right. She wrapped his coat more tightly around her as she smelled Loki from it. She gave an understanding pat on Thor's hand and went inside the healing room. Thor will guard the room personally. Sigyn made sure that ten guards will be there guarding Vali and Narfi's room tonight. She just waited for Loki to come back home.

[lokislittlesigyn]

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!)

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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."

~~~~

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.

#loki x sigyn #loki fanfic #logyn #OG616 #thor: the dark world

[lokislittlesigyn]

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.

~~~~

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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[lokislittlesigyn]

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."

#lokixsigyn #loki fanfic #logyn #OG616 #Thor1

[lokislittlesigyn]

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:

Taglist: @high-functioning-lokipath

To be added to the taglist, just ask me here or send a message! <3 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"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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Loki and the Witchling

TITLE: Loki and the Witchling 

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 63/76

AUTHOR: nekoamamori

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you’re a healer working with the Avengers when Loki comes to join the team

RATING: T (so far) 

NOTES/WARNINGS: Also on AO3 click here

    Loki went to Frigga and kissed her cheek. “Mother, I fear we cannot stay. Duty calls. If you have need of anything, send word,” he told her warmly.

    “I will keep watch. Your Father will wake again. Don’t fear, my son,” she told him kindly and reached up to touch his cheek.

    You stepped over to join them. “I’m sure he will wake soon, Queen Mother,” you told her kindly. She gave you a warm smile and nodded in agreement.

    Loki kissed your cheek. “Come along, darling. We have work to do,” he told you warmly and offered you his arm. You placed your hand lightly on his arm and noted that he carried the staff in his other hand.

    “So, what’s first?” you asked when you were safely out of the healing room.

    He sighed. “First, we must tell the people what has happened,” he told you, and you caught the edge of nerves in his tone. You squeezed his arm.

    “You’ll be fine, Loki. You’ve trained for this your entire life,” you reminded him.

    “Darling, I don’t think think you quite appreciate just how poorly it went the last time I was on the throne,” he told you dryly. Really, it had gone terribly.

    You rolled your eyes. “I’ve heard the story, Lo. From you and Thor both. Things have changed. You’ve changed since then. And I’ll be by your side. We’ll do this together,”

    He relaxed and kissed the top of your head. “I love you, my darling,” he told you warmly.

    You stood up on your toes to kiss him. “And I love you, my king. Now let’s go tell the people what’s going on.” You used magic and donned court clothes, including your tiara. Loki did the same, donning his ceremonial clothes and helmet. The guards opened the double-doors to the throne room and you and Loki stepped through. Your hand remained on his arm as you walked together past the gathered. You felt the shock of the crowd as you walked up the steps toward the throne. Loki turned to you, kissed your cheek, and took the last steps up to the throne alone. You took your spot standing in Frigga’s usual place, just below the throne. Stupid patriarchal society didn’t have two thrones, or equality, but that was a problem for another day.

    You saw Sif and the Warriors Three at the foot of the stairs to the throne itself, staring in shock and hoped that Thor’s stupid warrior friends wouldn’t do anything dumb today.

    Loki stood in front of the throne and turned to the assembled court. He banged the staff once against the floor, the noise making a loud echoing noise through the giant chamber. “Father has fallen into the Odinsleep. We do not know when he will wake.” He announced to the crowd. You knew that his use of the word ‘father’ here wasn’t sentiment, but calculated to remind the court that his claim to the throne was legitimate. “In Thor’s absence, the responsibility for Asgard and her people falls to me,”

    The crowd was shocked and confused. So you helped them stop being stupid. You turned to Loki and dipped a low curtsy. Sif and the Warriors Three followed your lead, dropping to one knee and bowing, their right fists over their hearts. You could have sighed in relief that they were being reasonable and doing the right thing. Even if they didn’t trust Loki entirely, they trusted the crown as a whole and knew that Frigga and Thor wouldn’t have agreed to this if it weren’t the best course of action. The court feather-heads finally remembered what they were supposed to do at such announcements. They all bowed and curtsied and a chorus of ‘my king’ rang through the hall. You looked up and saw Loki’s quick glance of gratitude.

    Loki banged the staff again and the court rose and the long boring task of listening to petitions began. It was really long and really boring and you could see the dull questions grating on his temper. Around lunch, you had your chance and moved from your place and up to the throne and your Loki. He looked up at you with an indulgent smile as you leaned down to kiss his cheek. “Yes, my darling?” he asked you warmly.

    “My King, I know duty to our people calls, but you mustn’t forget to eat, and surely the court should not skip lunch either,” you reminded him warmly, giving him as escape.

    He gave you a warm smile and stood to kiss you in front of the entire court. “My Lady Healer is correct,” he reminded the court that healers were over-protective about the well-being of their charges. You were giving him a great excuse to get out of here and he appreciated it. “Petitions to the throne will continue tomorrow,” he announced to the court and with that, you could escape the throne room.

    Loki sagged the second you were safely away from the court. You wrapped your arms around him. “Thanks for saving me, Sig,” he told you with a warm smile and kissed the top of your head.

    “You did great, Loki, and I told you, we’re in this together,” you reminded him. “Now, let’s go find something to eat,”

    *

    The next morning, you took over Frigga’s duties at head healer in the healing wing. You were nervous doing it, but they needed a leader and with Frigga busy, you were the strongest healer in the palace. You were also technically a member of the royal family, though you weren’t married to Loki yet. “You’ll do fine, Sig,” Loki told you warmly as you ate breakfast with the court that morning.

    “I don’t know how to lead anyone,” you whined, realizing that it wasn’t that long ago that you were a shy ghost of a foster-kid. There was no way you were supposed to lead anyone.

    Loki chuckled and kissed your cheek. “You’re a natural, love. The healers already respect you for your skills. You’re the strongest healer in the palace, a princess of Asgard, and my queen. You’ll be fine, my Sigyn,” he told you more firmly and kissed you again.

    You left breakfast together and kissed goodbye when you had to separate to your tasks for the day. You kissed Loki deeply, him wearing his golden horned helmet and you in your tiara. It would have made a lovely picture.

    “Be brave, my darling. You can handle this,” Loki told you warmly.

    “You as well, my king,” you teased. He huffed and rolled his eyes at you. With that and you both relaxed and set off to your respective tasks.

    You steeled your spine and stepped into the healing wing, trying to look more confident than you felt. The healers all looked up at you as you entered the healing wing. “The Allmother is currently unable to attend her duties as head healer,” they all looked concerned at your words, looked between each other to try to figure out what to do. “I will be taking over that responsibility in her stead,”

    *

    You sent illusions to check on Loki throughout the day, knowing he was still nervous, and caught him doing the same. It was adorable of him to worry over you. “I’m fine, Lo,” you told him when you caught him at it. The illusion smirked and vanished. He grinned over at one of your illusions when he caught you at sending them to check on him.

    /I appreciate the concern, Sig/

    /Love you too/ you replied. You were getting better at telepathy with practice, but only practiced with him. Telepathy was one of those powers that could go terribly wrong.

    *

    On top of your duties in the healing wing and helping Loki keep his temper dealing with feather-brained petitioners you had to start working on wedding preparations. It was awful and you hated every moment of it.

    You teleported into the throne room one morning while Loki was between petitioners. “Pardon the interruption,” you told the court who offered you the proper bows and curtsies due your station. “Loki~ can you sign this for me?” you asked and handed him a piece of parchment and a feather quill.

    He raised an eyebrow. “What are you up to, Sig?” he asked and scanned the page, while the court, used to the antics of the two of you by now, was watching on amused by Loki indulging his tiny adorable healer of a lady. They had come to respect Loki’s work. He had a mind for politics and negotiations and when he was focused on helping the people instead of destroying Jotunheim, he was a good king. So they indulged his adorable side when it came to you.

    “Darling, you’re the mischievous one, not me,” you reminded him when he scanned the document too long.

    “That doesn’t mean I’m signing a strange proclamation without reading it, my love,” he reminded you with a warm smile.

    “I wrote up a declaration so our friends on Midgard will be allowed to attend our wedding, even after your Father wakes from the Odinsleep,” you explained. You’d been pouring over law books in your free time to make sure that any declarations that Loki signed while he was temporarily king would still be binding when Odin woke and reclaimed his throne, and had written your declaration carefully so it would be.

    Loki smiled up at you, impressed with your work before he signed the declaration with a flourish. He handed the parchment back to you. “Well written, darling,” he praised. You leaned down and kissed his cheek.

    “Thank you, love,” you told him warmly.

    “Anything for you, my darling,” he kissed you again in front of the court. You apologized again to the court and vanished back to your own duties, glad your friends would be able to attend your wedding.

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Long And Lost

TITLE: Long And Lost

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 20 of 21

AUTHOR: FadingCoast

PROMT/ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine being Loki’s old friend/Lover in Asgard, but you left for Earth a long time ago. For all he knows, you might be dead, but you’re still alive and you’ve been working with SHIELD and/or the Avengers.

PAIRING: Loki/Sigyn RATING: Mature. NOTES/WARNINGS: No warnings for this chapter. The prologue is set right before Avengers. The first chapters are set after Civil War. Chapter 4 and on, are all during Ragnarok.

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Ch. 20: I’ve always been more comfortable in chaos.

I’m on my way, love.

Sigyn smiled as she looked at the horizon. The sun had already set, and the stars blinked into view. Somewhere among those stars, Loki was on a cruiser ship, making his way back to her.

I hope we get there soon. Thor has been a pain in my asgardian soul since I told him everything.

Sigyn chuckled to herself.

Do you have any idea how far are you?

A vague one. But we need to resupply. It isn’t a straight route.

Sigyn closed her eyes, wishing with all her being Loki made it in one piece. It had been little over a week since the destruction of Asgard, at least for her. Loki didn’t have much notion of time in space.

She’d spend those days trying to keep her head busy. She started training Wanda, who had come back with Steve and Natasha for a short visit.

Wanda was a great student. It wasn’t just how powerful she was, but a matter of redirecting all that energy in a useful form. Wanda had to keep reminding herself that of she unleashed her powers mindlessly, her friends could easily get hurt too. So Sigyn recruited Natasha to help with Wanda.

Steve took over training with Bucky, who had been nothing more than a wet blanket since their last conversation.

Her foresight became his doom. Sigyn always knew when he’d come, and what he’d say. She wouldn’t give him a chance to explain, cause there was nothing to explain. Nothing she didn’t already know either.

Bucky was basically screwed. And Sigyn found it hard to care much for it.

She had other priorities now, and her heart was with Loki all the time. These snippets and conversations were sacred to her. In the cooling night air, Sigyn felt warmness spread through her, static ghosting over her skin. The equivalent of a hug. A short lived moment of calm: someone was coming.

Ooh, something has gotten you mad.

You can see who’s coming.

Did you tell him that I will disembowel him?

Sigyn smiled to herself, and stood up before Bucky could sit by her side.

“The quinjet is ready to leave?” She said dryly, reading Bucky’s mind before he could speak.

“Would you stop doing that?” Bucky huffed. “I’ve been trying to apologize–”

“You know I can read your mind.” Sigyn interrupted. “You don’t want to apologize. You want to justify yourself, and there’s a difference.” She tried to walk to the hangar, but Bucky stood in front of her.

“What am I supposed to do then?”

“Get over it.” She stated. “I’ve said it before: what you want from me is never going to happen.”

Bucky hung his head. “I-”

“You have hope, you think you can convince me that you are ‘better’.” She said adding air quotes to the word. “It doesn’t work like that!”

“I know.”

“You always say that.”

Sigyn huffed and shook her head. In a sudden move, she put her hand on Bucky’s chest, making him gasp loudly. The feelings he was being fed were too much. Love, respect, trust, warmth, passion, compassion… a thousand years of sharing everything. The way it filled his every single cell was overwhelming. He started shaking, his body not able to contain the surge of emotions.

“You can’t go against it, Bucky.” Sigyn said softly, releasing him from the spell. “Nor I would let you.”

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The quinjet left Sigyn in London before taking Steve, Natasha and Wanda to Belfast. Stephen Strange was waiting for her in the made up landing site, portal ready to get back to the sanctum. He even had tea for her, and they had a pleasant breakfast while discussing Sigyn’s lessons, healing magic and information about Thanos.

One unspoken question hung over them. Stephen didn’t know how to ask.

“I thought you didn’t like me reading your mind.” Sigyn smiled knowingly.

“Just this once…” He said.

“I cannot heal what’s already dead, Stephen.”

“I am not dead.” He mused.

“You’re a doctor. What happens when you cut the basic supply systems of a cell?”

“It dies.” Stephen shifted in his chair. “But it has been proven that some nervous cells are capable of regenerating.”

“Indeed. Living cells are capable of multiply and replace the damaged tissue. Those cells already did their job and fixed your hands the best they could.”

He let out a deep breath. “But it wasn’t enough.”

“What is dead cannot be healed, cause there’s nothing to heal.”

Stephen sighed deeply. “I know now why none of my experiments worked.”

“I am sorry. I can lessen the tremor if you want me to.” Sigyn offered, getting a confused look from Stephen. “The new tissue is hyperexcitable. That I can fix. It won’t stop the tremors completely, but it will help.”

He nodded and extended his trembling hands on the table.

“Let’s make a lesson out of this.” She said.

Sigyn took one of Stephen’s hand in between her own. A golden light made his hand glow, it felt warm and prickly.

“As you must know, magic in its simplest form is energy manipulation.” She explained, and he nodded. “What you do with spells is channel energy, manipulate it, bend it, stretch it. You can open a portal to another dimension, send a message across the multiverse.” His hand started to burn a little, and the softening scars itched. “Healing is trickier cause you’re not dealing with something lifeless that will bend to your command. Life has her own way and you’re trying to make her go in the other direction.”

“Entropy.” He said in realization. “The universe tends to chaos.” Stephen watched Sigyn nod and smile. “Is that why you married him?”

“There are many reasons for that.” She answered. “Chaos is part of his nature, makes sense that most people don’t like him when they spend all their lives trying to control something they can’t. Odin tried, Thor tried, Frigga tried…”

“And you succeeded.”

Sigyn shook her head. “I didn’t try. I never wanted to control him. I understand his nature and just go with it.” She said. “I love him for everything he is. Why would I try to change him?”

The burning feeling on his hand got worse, and Stephen flinched.

“I think that’s enough for today.” Sigyn said, the gold glow fading a bit.

“I can take it.” He started, wanting her to continue.

“But your hand can’t.”

The hot sensation was replaced by a cool soothing one. Stephen relaxed and moved his hand. He immediately noticed the difference between the one Sigyn had treated and the one she hadn’t. He smiled.

“Above all, a healer needs patience, and a real high frustration tolerance.” She stood up and walked to one of the many portals. “The Ancient One used to have a garden here.”

“Yes, it was moved to the upper floor.”

Stephen led her upstairs and inside the garden. Sigyn picked a tree and took a fruit. Without separating it from the branch, she summoned a small blade and cut a deep gash on it.

“Heal it.” She ordered. “Will its energy to heal itself.”

Stephen looked confused, but still put his hand on it. Orange circlets surrounded his hand and the fruit. He concentrated hard, feeling the resistance from the life force of the fruit. He managed to heal barely half an inch at the bottom of the gash before he had to rest.

“It’s much harder than you make it look.”

“I’ve had 5 of your lifetimes of training.” She smiled. “Again.”

Stephen repeated the exercise several more times, with little success. He was draining himself with the effort. His orange circlets were dimmer with each attempt.

“Enough.” Sigyn said when the last circlet broke mid try. “You fight against it too much. It must heal itself, you just have to guide it.”

The lesson kept going for another hour, until Stephen was sweating and exhausted. Sigyn made him stop despite his protests, and gave him a few titles to read.

The next few days followed the same pattern. It was hard for her to teach Stephen patience. So she had him meditate for a few hours every morning. Whatever progress was slow, but it was there. He also had to be very grateful, Sigyn’s treatment of his hands had greatly reduced the shaking.

Loki also made a few appearances on the Sanctum, just to inform Stephen that he was fulfilling his part of the deal and how their situation had changed. Stephen was very understanding of Asgard’s situation, but he was just one man, in no position of power. Combining efforts, they tried to get a portal to the ship, but the gem was too powerful and would resist any treatment. There was nothing for them to do but go at the speed of the cruiser.

Loki didn’t like that. Fear grew inside of him with each passing day. He needed to get to Midgard, but at the same time dreaded it. Would people of Earth actually let him live there? Loki didn’t need him to like him, he just needed some peace. Peace he hadn’t seen in 300 years.

He was staring out the bay window when Thor found him.

“May is ask what is on your mind?” Thor asked. “You’ve been growing restless lately.”

“I’m just wondering if it’s a good idea to bring me back to Midgard.” Loki said.

“Probably not, to be honest.” Thor chuckled, he needed no explanation for Loki’s reservations. “But I wouldn’t worry, brother. I feel like everything’s gonna work out fine. Besides, there’s someone waiting for you over there.” Thor added with a smirk.

Loki couldn’t manage to hide his smile, almost rolling his eyes at his brother’s optimism. He wished he could feel that way too, but hope was still uncomfortable and terrifying. Thor patted Loki’s back, sharing a smile, but it quickly faded as both brothers observed the large shadow that loomed over their ship.

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