Judas: A Tale of Such Sweet Sorrow

A HightoppsMadness Fanfiction

Author's Note: All characters, places, realms, and situations not owned by Hightoppsmadness are the property of Stan Lee, Marvel Comics, and Norse Mythology. These events are fictitious, and should not be taken as fact. If they were, Hightoppsmadness would desperately want to be Amelia Daisy Robinson, but she's not. Rockytop Tennessee is not a real place as far as Hightoppsmadness knows, but if it is, she would love to be told so. It sounds like a good place to be.

I. Many Eons Ago

Night fell upon Asgard, and I smiled as I sat at the feast table next to my beloved. Her spring green cape was still around her shoulders, her dress was neat as ever. Today she must have been practicing magic, or reading tomes in the library. She turned to me, and a small smile graced her full, pink lips. It was a private smile, one meant just for me. I basked in it.

"Loki," she brushed my hand with hers, "I missed you today. Lady Sif and I were discussing tactics for tomorrow."

Ah, yes. We had a battle tomorrow with beastly warriors, the frost giants of Jutonhiem. They thought they were well hidden, but one cannot hide from our guardian of the Bifrost, Heimdall. He sees all.

"And are you excited for it?" I asked. My fiancé may be an intellectual as I am, but she is as bloodthirsty as my brother, Thor.

"I am." She sipped her mead, and I was going to ask her how her day went, when a page approached.

"Lady Sigyn," the page grabbed her attention. "Your spear is ready."

"Very good," my beloved nodded towards the boy, and stood from the table. I stood with her, as she always appreciated chivalry. "I will see you tonight." she kissed my cheek as she turned to leave.

I smiled as I watched her go, her long chestnut tresses bouncing about her shoulders and down her back, over her cape that fluttered about her ivory dress.

Thor smiled next to me as I sat back down to finish my meal. "Your courtship seems to be in good standing." he spoke with his mouth full. It disgusted me, but I knew he meant well.

"Yes. Just a couple more weeks, and I may be able to call her wife." I smiled at the thought. Sigyn and I were a perfect match. She dealt with my mischief well, and we spoke of magic and history and culture for hours, never finding each other boring. Hopefully, one day, we would have a child with the same mentality.

"I believe married life will suit you well." Thor grinned and shoved more food into his mouth.

I know he is my brother, but he has the table manners of a wild buffoon!

As I ready myself to retire for the night, Sigyn entered our chambers. We had to fight a private court to allow us to share chambers before marriage, as it was unheard of. She held a bronze spear with many engravings upon the hilt, magic runes no doubt. She always was adept at combining spells with weaponry. Her eyes shone with glee, and as we undressed, I thought of them. They were unique. Only she possessed such a blue that seemed lighter the further from her you were, with the bronze ring within the blue seemed to glow within them.

We enter our bed, and she snuggled close to me. I knew what she wanted and she knew what I wanted. We were that close. Our kisses burned trails upon one another that no others would take. Our bodies collided in ways that no others could.

We were made for one another.

Spent and tired, we turned out our oil lamps, and were content to lay with one another. I ran my fingers through her hair as she laid her head on my chest, listening to my heart beat.

"Loki?" she asked quietly, her fingers twisted with mine.

"Yes, Sigyn?" I looked down at her.

"Will you sing me a lullaby? Unsettling thoughts are plaguing my mind this night." she nuzzled my bare chest, her warmth upon my skin. She knew how I was musically inclined.

"Alright," I nodded, and thought of the one Mother Frigga sang to me when I was unsettled.

"If I do not wake this night,

May my soul be light.

If I cannot hold you tight,

Will you stay with me?" I sang softly to her, and she snuggled down closer to me, her tired body relaxing.

That morning, we woke with the Suns. While she brushed her hair, I washed my face. We dressed quickly and headed for the armory, with Sigyn already carrying her spear, which she named Oltjahhr. Thor was already dressed for battle, the way he always was. The brute. He watched us approach and grinned provocatively, an eyebrow arched.

"Did you two have fun this morning? You both are late." he winked, and I sneered at him. This was no time for his perverted jokes.

The warriors three and Lady Sif were arming themselves, and Sigyn and I glanced at one another. We really had no need to manually do such things, as we were magic masters. We waved our hands and were dressed for battle instantly. While my armor was gold and green, with a helmet made to resemble a cow, an animal I admired for their usefullness when I had visited Midgard recently, Sigyn's was largely bronze and light green. Her helmet was made to look like a ram, an animal she admired for its strong and stubborn qualities. I had agreed that it suited her, as she was quite stubborn and strong.

I pulled the present I made for her the day before from my pocket. It was a polished piece of the rainbow bridge to the Bifrost, taken with Heimdall's permission, of course, cut into a large teardrop shape and strung on a leather cord. I clasped it around her neck, where I lightly kissed her.

"For luck," I whispered, and she shuddered in arousal. I was not one for public displays of affection, but when I participated in them, I went for the biggest response.

The group of warriors gave warm looks of sappiness, except for Hogard, and Sigyn turned and kissed me passionately.

"Thank you," she murmured to me. "Let's go protect Asgard."

The battle was long and arduous. Sigyn and I were fighting alongside one another quite well, our magic serving us well.

"We shall have this victory for certain!" Thor yelled from above, tearing through our enemies.

"The future is uncertain," Sigyn yelled back as she ran her spear through another Jotun, tossing the carcass away as Thor stood to fight beside her. "I like that. It means that there are chances."

She turned to me to smile, and I froze in horror.

At that moment, a sword of ice pierced her back, and the blade appeared just below her breast. Her lifeblood spread across her torso, and I rushed towards her, all thoughts of battle wiped from my mind. Thor didn't even pause in his fighting to acknowledge her fall. Sigyn pulled the blade from her body, and crumpled to her knees, already dying.

"Sigyn," I held her in my arms after flinging my helmet away. Hers had fallen off when she collapsed. "Sigyn, stay awake! Stay with me!" I cried out as she held onto my hand. Our fingers squelched with her blood. "We can fix this. You will be fine! We can take you to the healing rooms of Asgard, and they will say you will be just fine!"

"Loki," she smiled her smile that was just for me. "This cannot be fixed. That is fine. Just... just do something for me, will you?"

"Anything!" I sobbed. My beloved was dying and we both knew there was nothing to be done.

"Sing me a lullaby. I want to hear your voice as I enter Valhalla." she brushed her hand across my cheek, wiping away my tears, but leaving her blood in its place. I nodded and cleared the lump from my throat. I had to do this for her.

"If I do not wake this night,

May my soul be light.

If I cannot hold you tight,

Will you stay with me?

If you leave, will you let me know,

How bright does Valhalla glow?

I wish to be with you,

Until our.. Days are through..." My tears spilled down my cheeks and onto her dead body. Her smile that was just for me was still upon her lips.

Rage quickly replaced any sorrow, and with my anger-fueled spells, I wiped out the remaining forces.

We returned to Asgard, with my arms laden with my fallen bride. Everyone cheered at our victory, and I stewed in bitter revelation. No one cared that my beloved was no longer with us. Mother Frigga and I were the only two that attended her funeral pyre. As her beautiful body burned, I cried softly, on my knees. I swore to the All-Father that I would have my revenge on the beasts that killed her. Jutonhiem Frost Giants.

I would slaughter them all. For her.

I became bitter and cold, wishing ill on everyone, anyone. But most of all Thor. He was next to her when she was struck with that cold blade. He could have easily helped her.

Thus, my hatred began, and I started planning for the destruction of Jutonhiem and Thor's reign on the throne.