Loki and Sigyn, His Glorious Purpose

SIGYN'S POINT OF VIEW
"Sigyn? Do you have any soap that doesn't smell like roses?" Thor called, the running water nearly drowning out his bellowing voice.

For how often Thor showered at my house, it was honestly fair for him to assume that I would have special soap for him. But at the same time, it was quite pathetic that the God of Thunder only showered when I forced him to. He didn't necessarily deserve his own soap.

I simply ignored him, flipping through the pages of my book as he showered. Thor had become a steady annoyance in my life. Ever since the day he returned from killing Thanos, our relationship had been more than complicated. That simple and unwarranted kiss had divulged into countless fights and countless more kisses. Amongst the other things that occurred between us, I was more than ashamed of my lack of boundaries with him. Our relationship was confusing and often left me feeling guilty or used.

I was in a dilemma of wanting to care for him out of pure sympathy for what he had gone through and yet wanting nothing to do with him at the same time. Had I had my way, there would have never been a kiss. Rather, he would have simply stayed my brother in law and that would be the end of it.

But no, I wasn't ever allowed to have things my way. I was pressured from all sides to indulge Thor. Even Hertha had pushed me into pursuing Thor, going as far as to trick me into spending time with him. She insisted that I deserved the king of Asgard. Hertha believed firmly that even in Thor's awful mental state, he would be a better partner to me than Loki ever was. When she had expressed this opinion, we got into the biggest fight we have ever gotten into. I didn't talk to her for weeks after.

And yet, despite it all, here I was with Thor showering in my home nevertheless.

"Sigyn," he beckoned, poking his head out from the bathroom door, "Towels? I need a towel."

I rolled my eyes. "You've been here how many times and you still don't know where they are?" I mumbled before replying, "Under the sink!"

I heard him fumble around, I believe I even heard a glass break in the process. He never seemed to leave my house without accidentally tearing a door off the hinges or breaking a glass or two. Luckily, I had become quite good at fixing Thor's mess ups. It was almost my full time job.

Thor emerged from the bathroom, he was clean but far from acceptable. He looked like a drowned rat with all his hair soaked and stringy. The only thing that made up for it all was the fact that he was wearing a nice sweater instead of the standard stained tank top. Truly, it was an upgrade.

"Am I acceptable for your presence," he asked with his arms outstretched.

"It's better," I said, glancing up from my book to look at him.

He nodded, putting his hands on his hips as he looked around.

"Where's Hela, isn't it getting late?" Thor asked, leaning up against my fireplace's mantle.

"She's hunting," I explained, "For dinner?"

Thor nodded, "Right, right, with a bow and arrow? Right?"

"Yep," I affirmed, continuing to read, "With the bow my father made her."

"Why doesn't she just use magic?" he asked.

"She thinks it's inhumane," I explained, "Ask her yourself when she comes back, she'd love to talk about it."

Thor nodded slowly. He was quiet for a moment. I thought perhaps I'd gotten lucky and he might stay that way but to my dismay he opened his mouth again.

"Are we going to talk about what happened last week?" he asked softly.

I snapped my book shut.

"Is that why you're here?" I asked sharply, "If so, I'd like you to leave."

"No, no," he stammered, "That's not the only reason why I'm here. I talked to Hertha though and she told me to talk to you about what we did so I assumed-"

"You talked to Hertha about what we did?" I asked, nearly horrified at the thought, "I think I'm genuinely going to be sick."

"Sigyn, don't be dramatic. I was only saying that I thought as two consenting adults it would be healthy for us to-"

"Dramatic?" I questioned, glaring at him harshly.

"Well, yes. Dramatic," he affirmed, "It's not a crime for two adults to-"

Without letting him finish, I hurled my book at him full force.

"What happened between us was a mistake, Thor," I said. I almost felt as though I was scolding him as I continued, "You know that."

He shifted uncomfortable and shrugged. "I didn't think it was that awful," Thor said softly.

"That's not the point," I said, rubbing my face, "What I mean is we aren't doing that ever again. And oh my god, why did you talk to my sister about that?"

"Well I know she would be on my side of things," he explained.

"Wow."

"What? It's true," he argued, "Besides, don't act like we weren't meant to be. Had my father had his way, we would have been together. Not you and Loki. But no, Loki had to knock you up and mess up the plan."

Immediately, I could feel my blood begin to boil. My cheeks flushed red with anger as I stood up.

"Get out," I demanded, "Now."

"Sigyn," he insisted, "Please, you know that's not what I meant. Think about what's best for you, what's best for Hela."

I laughed, "Best for me? Best for Hela? You have some nerve, Thor, if you think your pathetic self is what's best."

"Loki wasn't a good husband," he persisted as I began to walk away.

I shook my head, refusing to listen to him as I tried to make my way past him. He grabbed my wrist and continued, "He's dead, Sigyn. Loki's not coming back, why don't you allow yourself to love again."

I ripped myself away from his grip, pushing away from him.

"Get out."