From the world of Marvel's 'Thor'! Lady Sigyn of Asgard grew up with Thor and Loki, close with both of the brothers, but especially the youngest... Being in love with the God of Mischief isn't easy! Especially if you're not sure if you can even trus...
"Just think Sigyn, this could be the start of a new life for us."
"And what about everyone on Asgard? My King?" she added mockingly. "Do you even care? No, of course you don't. Somewhere along the line, you became selfish."
"Just think: we settle down here, then eventually, some unfortunate fate befalls the Grandmaster, and then it's just us, rulers. King and Queen, ruling together, just like we always said. And if not on Asgard then why not here?"
"We were children, Loki. Children say such things, dream up such fantasies. We're beyond that. Well maybe you're not, you still seem to be living in some fantasy." She turned to leave.
"Did it ever occur to you that I did the things I did for us."
She stopped. "I beg your pardon?"
"Everything I did, I did for us."
"Us? What us?" He didn't reply. She sighed. "Look, you can stay here, make a new life for yourself, be King or whatever you want to be. You think I never wanted to see you as King? But I'm going home."
"Did it occur to you that we might be stuck here?"
"We need to find Thor-"
"What if he's dead?"
"We survived. There's a chance he did too."
"But what if he didn't?"
"Is that what you're hoping?"
Both fell silent.
"Say something." Still silence. He sighed. "Sigyn say something - please."
She scoffed. "And what would you like me to say? By the sounds of it you're not even the least bit concerned about our home, or your brother. Shall I continue? Because I could."
"Look Sigyn, I understand that you're upset."
In a burst of fury she ripped the drink glass from his hand and smashed it against the nearby wall, drink and glass spraying. "Upset?! No I'm not upset! I'M PISSED OFF! That you would condemn our home to extinction, while you sit here, lazying about, wallowing in self-pity. I thought you were dead. DEAD! Gone, forever!" She began shoving him. "I thought I'd lost you! My best friend! And not once, not twice, but three times!"
He gave her a look of confusion. She knew exactly what he was thinking: but I only faked my death twice. She rose three fingers one by one as she spoke. "Once, when you fell from the bridge and led us to believe you were dead. Twice, when I held you in my arms as you died in the Dark World. And three times, when you were no longer the best friend I knew. HOW COULD YOU?!" She backed away. "But I see you've moved on. In more ways than one." She turned away and didn't look back when she spoke next. "I thought you were dead Loki, I saw you die. Do you have any idea how traumatizing that was for me, how long it took me to stop having nightmares of you being stabbed through and then dying in my arms. That I thought I'd lost another chance to tell you-" Luckily she caught herself.
"What? Tell me what?"
"What do you care?"
"I do care," he insisted.
"No, you don't. If you did, none of this would have happened."
"Oh, oh dear-" The two were cut off by the Grandmaster, flanked by Topaz and two other guards. "Excuse us. Nothing is amiss, I hope."
"Actually, I'm afraid so," Sigyn admitted. "Our home is in danger of total extinction."
"Oh, oh wow, I'm, I'm so sorry, I had no idea. How awful. You must be so sad."
"Thank you, Grandmaster. We appreciate all you have done for us, but we have to go."
"W-well, if you must..."
"We must. We cannot afford to waste any more time."
"Oh well, time works differently around here. So you've really been here for a couple of weeks already-"
She gaped back. "A-a couple of weeks - oh no, oh no..."
This was horrible. A couple of weeks?! How did that even work?
Without another word she pushed past Grandmaster and his guards and stormed further down the hall away from all of them.
Loki followed after her. "Sigyn-"
"Damn it Loki - a couple of weeks?!"
"Well that's hardly my fault-"
But she had other thoughts. "Thor was right, this is your fault. All your damn fault-"
"My fault?! How is this my fault?!"
"Would you really like me to tell you?" She whipped out her dagger, pointing it at him.
"Sigyn-" He backed away. "-Put the dagger down..."
"You want me to put the dagger down?! YOU WANT ME TO PUT THE DAGGER DOWN?!" As she screamed she lashed out with her weapon, swiping at him, before shoving him into the wall, arm beneath his neck, pinning him there. Rage blazed in her bright blue eyes, but they were also glazed with tears.
"And you know what the worst part is?" She leaned in close so that their faces were just inches apart. "I can't hate you for it. No matter what you do, how low you steep, I still can't hate you."
At last she released him before storming off, dagger still in hand.
He would have reached out to her, but he was too shocked to do or say anything.
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(Aww he looks so sad :( But, he sort of had it coming... And Sigyn finally has a good outburst! Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed! :) More to come soon! Bye for now!)
