You only know what I want you to
I know everything you don't want me to


Poison and Wine
A Selfish Man and his Selfless Wife

Except for the other men and women in their cells - the brutes, in heavy battle armour and skin marred proudly with scars - the prison was empty. Guards stood, on the other end of the corridor, guarding the doors and not worrying for prisoners. It was never anticipated, that they would escape, and so there was no threat. The air was still, and silence reigned - broken only briefly by the occasional footstep, shuffling behind the golden dividers. Sigyn kept her head lowered, as her own feet noiselessly moved across the black stones, flowing ice-blue skirts dancing teasingly across the floor with each step. The guards had let her past with no fuss, but then again, no one spoke much of a word to her now anyway. Only servants, or Frigga, if they passed her in the hallway. Sigyn supposed, no, rather she knew, that to be met with silence was such the tradition for a woman with a treacherous husband.

But in the past, treacherous husbands were not kept in cells, especially not ones finely decorated with redwood furniture and palace-standard cushions. In the past, traitors to Asgard and the Nine Realms had been killed, or punished in some excruciating manner before being let to return to their life. None, had been held, unpunished except for the solitude of prison. But, again, Sigyn knew that no traitor to Asgard had been a prince. Special treatment was bound to be different, for a man such as Loki. But then again, he'd also be able to charm anything from his guards. That wicked, silver tongue he held behind his perfect pink lips was probably the most dangerous weapon he wielded, and what made it more dangerous was that no one could disarm him of it. At least, not without evoking the wrath of Frigga.

Sigyn fell to a stop, the movement of her skirts dying and hanging gently around her. Her head remained lowered, waves of blonde hair hiding her face from view. From his cage, Loki stirred lightly, standing and walking to the glass. Though his wife could not see it and neither could the other prisoners, there was the subtle glimmer of joy in his eyes. It was the only inclination of his feelings, as Loki's face remained as unreadable as they always had been. In the air, Sigyn could feel the faint brush of magic dance around them. It tickled on her skin, but yet her blue eyes never lifted to search for the source.

"I never figured you for one who would hide themselves from me, my Sigyn" He spoke, finally. Loki's words were softly delivered but held a strong sense of gravity to them. His possessiveness, lingered in his voice also: mine, my Sigyn. For she was his, as Loki was hers.

"I could say the same for you, my love" she replied calmly, behind her mask of hair the pain showed in her face. Eyes shut gently, as though she were trying to will all her agony away.

"I do not hide from you, never from you" he explained, his black leather boots making another short step closer to the wall between them, shortening the distance between him and his love as much as he could. "But It would be unwise, to let these fools think they have won. To think they have power over me just because -"

"I know" Sigyn cut him short with another short, soft words. The rage was starting to weave through his tone, threads of his insatiable need for revenge woven through his body language. Sigyn had heard it a hundred times already, she had seen it in him since Loki had first discovered his true heritage. She needn't see it another time, to be reminded that there was that darker, twisted side to the man she'd fallen so deeply in love with.

"But do you really know?" He challenged her, as Loki always did. In his mind, the fallen prince knew it was a pointless endeavour. Sigyn had always proved herself, both when he challenged her and in the unspoken ways. Her actions. Sigyn was always proving herself to be the best part of him, the light in his eyes. Whether it be when she tended to his wounds, when she held him as he cried - furious sobs of rage and broken trust - or when Sigyn had simply been there, waiting patiently for his return. For his return as a prisoner. His crimes on Earth, the work he had done with both Jotunheim and Chitauri, it had made him hated in the eyes of all of Asgard. All except for her.

"Yes I do, my love. To keep your face, it is one thing they cannot take from you" she mumbled softly, moving to sit on the steps leading up to his cage. Yet still, she did not face him, though the raven haired man fell onto one knee behind her. His hand stretched, resting gently on the mocking energy between them. Loki could see her, he could see Sigyn for all of her unmatched beauty, and though he knew it was his, yet still he could not touch her. He could not place a comforting hand upon on her shoulder, caress her cheek or hold her close to him. Close enough to hear her soothing heartbeat. The only one that mattered.

"Yes, my dear. But what - i do wonder - have they done to your face?" He asked, pressing further to the point. He watched the muscles of Sigyn's back tense lightly, and her head lifted to look at him. The white light fell onto her full lips, and onto the barely healed cut that had split them. Loki's green eyes raked over the purple bruise, that blossomed on her cheekbone. Sigyn sighed and looked up at him sadly, the pain marring her face worse than any physical damage.

"I'm sorry" she whispered, and from inside Loki's chest he felt the rage flare into life and burn through his veins like poison. His free hand curled into a fist, and the furniture behind him trembled. Sigyn didn't have to wonder how much restraint he was holding onto now. She had seen him at his most dangerous and this? This was barely anything. Her sky blue eyes fell behind him briefly, and she shook her head, "No, my love, don't be angry. This was my own fault, I fell from the bed as i woke this morning, nothing more" They both knew she was lying.

"Sigyn, my dear, what have they done to you?" he pressed again, Loki's usually smooth tone barely containing the strains of fury and ice. His blazing green eyes met her morose blue and his wife sighed.

"It was nothing, Loki please do not be angry. I am fine"

"You are hurt. Who did it? Why did they do it?" and yet it was unspoken between them, the reason why. Because Sigyn was married, and still deeply loved, a traitor to Asgard. She was now shunned and unprotected. Loki's selfish actions had not only hurt him, but backfired onto the people that he loved, to the people that loved him. Even if he had never intended them to.

Sigyn said nothing, as silence was safer than further lies. Her own hand lifted against the barrier between them. It was a sentimental movement, for Sigyn could feel none of Loki's cool touch. She was left only to focus on the mask he wore as his face. Emerald hues, that were empty of everything except for the anger he still tried to hide. He tried to be the man she wanted him to be, Loki still tried to be the man Sigyn had fallen so heavily for. But it was hard, he was not the same anymore. It was true, that he was still a trickster and he was still manipulative, but the truth had brought out his worst qualities.

He had been nicer, when he was ignorant of everything. Of his birthright. But his knowledge had never killed his love for Sigyn. He knew nothing could. Nothing would dull the need he had, to gently scoop her face in her hands and kiss her so tenderly. To brush the hair from her face, especially as she concentrated in her reading. In the moments that she said nothing, Loki found himself staring at her face - beyond the bruises and pain. She had changed too, since they were first married.

She looked tired, and she almost looked beaten. His selfishness had caused her to be this way. It was Loki who had killed that passion for life, that had driven to Sigyn. Or perhaps, his actions and what they sparked in others, is what had killed it. Either way, the fallen prince knew that it was his fault, and he also knew that he'd never be able to stop.


"I am truly sorry, my Sigyn" he said softly, the heaviness of his voice setting the space between them. Sigyn moved, so that she sat a close to the barrier as she could, one side of her body pressed against it, and her back resting against the black stone pillar. He sat next to her, their palms still resting flat against each others. At the sound of his voice, her head lifted up, and it seemed that she had fallen asleep in the silence. Between them, so much was said with quiet glances and looks, that words were something of a tyranny. Words were cheap, and Loki had become so good at telling people what they wanted to hear. Sigyn treasured his actions more than any line he could think up.

"Why would you ever be sorry?" she asked, confusion genuine. Loki almost smiled, her heart was always so big that he was never at fault.

"Because I am a selfish man, and you have always been deserving of better" he explained, shaking his head - though the illusion of his slicked back hair never broke, even with the movement and truth. Sigyn almost laughed, but instead let her face fall into a simple bemused smile.

"No man can be defined by a simple word, be it an unkind truth or a gentle compliment. My dear, my love, if i were to be deserving of better, do you think my father would of let us be wed?" she smiled simply, and shook her head. In truth, it was notorious that Sigyn's father had distrusted Loki since they met. Her father had feared that Loki wouldn't appreciate Sigyn. Ever since, it had been a subtle joke between them. "I married you for love, and love is why i have stayed." Loki looked at her and smiled, finally. The grin barely twitched at his mouth, but she saw it.

"For better or worse?"

"Until death do us part, my love" she assured and nodded. Around them, the light of the universe poured through. Sigyn had been here all day, though he had spent a long time asleep. It often seemed Sigyn came only to sleep, because it was only with Loki beside her could she find peace. Not that it mattered to him, he enjoyed seeing her at peace.

"I am sorry for keeping you, my Sigyn" he mumbled his apology as she stood to leave. Sigyn laughed and shook her head.

"Please, it is the night that keeps me from you. I do love you, my Loki" she curtseyed low, and lifted the hood of her cloak up. It masked her face from the world, rendering her a finely dressed stranger. But it also hid her bruises, and her shame.

"As i do you, my Sigyn" he bowed low to her, and watched as her skirts began to dance again the black marble floor once more, until she was consumed by the shadows.

Sigyn walked briskly as she left the prison, the guards saying nothing as she left. They stared blankly forward, but it was most likely the nicest thing that the could have done, short of actually wishing her safe travel. Sigyn kept walking the streets, not bothering with a carriage even though it was dark and the streets were dangerous. More so, for Sigyn. Wherever she walked, people stopped in their conversation to stare at her.

She could feel their gaze beneath her hood, and so the woman held tighter onto the edge of her cloak as she walked - seemingly unaware that she was even playing with the soft fabric beneath her fingertips. Sigyn kept her head down, and tried to ignore the whispers that she left in her wake. Everything that could have been said about Loki and her had already been said, passed around in dull gossip, and yet every time she made a public appearance, it was all brought up once again. It was nothing new.

And when she got to her chambers, Sigyn sighed. The familiar fatigue that came with the walk home fell upon her shoulders once more, as it always did. The woman supposed she was lucky - Loki had been a prince, and though he had been banished to the prison, the Allfather had let her keep the chambers that they had lived in when they were wedded. Though, it was no longer custom that she come down for meals unless she was invited to do so. Food was brought up to her and taken away by servants and handmaidens.

Though, Sigyn hadn't had any appetite for so long. The dress she wore hid such things from her beloved, but Sigyn had lost quite a lot of weight since her husband's incarceration. It didn't matter. Sigyn let her cloak hang losely on the stand by the door, and her shoes slipped off from her feet to it beside it. From there, she stripped of all the impressive gold jewllery - bands, bracelets, belts and pendant - except for the single emerald green grin that adorned her finger. She collapsed into the chair, sighing heavily into the darkness and silence.

Sigyn's head lolled backwards, blue eyes casted up to the stars and she watched them flicker. Under their light, the damage to her face looked worse - the petals of her purple bruise meshing with the rest of her skin, and the red rawness of her busted lip looked an unnerving purple. Truly, in her frail form, Sigyn looked like hell.

"Until death do us part, my love"


Okay! Hi!

So, i may have discovered Sigyn fairly recently and realised that i loved her. So, in order to show this love... i started writing this darling thing. Now, this chapter takes place at the beginning of/somewhere in the early part of Thor 2. You know, where loki is still in prison? (You know, since she visited him in prison...) and it's gonna follow the structure of the movie without focusing on it' plot with Thor and Jane and the gang, and then hopefully if i stick with it, it'll last onto going past the end of the movie.

Reviews and ways to improve would be nice, or if you have any ideas you wanna share than that'd be pretty cool too.

thanks for reading!

-Pheebs