Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or Norse mythology. I'm not that old.

A/N This story revolves on the idea of having a lover over centuries. I find it a fascinating concept with a lot of ups and downs, and not a simple achievement. That out of the way; welcome, please enjoy and review.

Mourning

There was no body to bury and mourn. The people didn't know what transpired at the bifrost or within the All Fathers chambers. And it was kept that way. Their king had risen, and the crown prince returned but their mischievous prince was dead. The people didn't know what to think. There were green banners placed on the palace walls and corridors for three days to mourn Loki's passing.

Hardly enough time to honor someone who had saved the necks of Thor and his followers countless times on the battlefield, thought Sigyn angrily as she sat in the back of feast. People awkwardly glanced at her, giving their little nods of pity to the new widow of Asgard. There aren't many widows in Asgard, longevity being as common as it is.

Frigga sat down next to Sigyn. "How are you holding up, my dear?"

"As well as I could possibly be having to endure these ridiculous feasts honoring the men alive, and not the one dead." Sigyn snapped.

Frigga's face fell slightly. "I am sorry to hear that, but do not think for one second that you are the only one to mourn Loki's passing."

"I know. I know."

"Even Odin mourns the loss of our son."

"I highly doubt that, he was the one who pushed Loki to fall."

"Sigyn, men express themselves in mysterious ways. You of all should know that. I am Odin's wife, but also his confidant every now and then, so trust me when I say he does mourn Loki."

"I do trust you, believing you is harder to do." Sigyn admitted softly.

"I know that you are hurting, but don't lose yourself in rage like Loki did. It won't do anyone any good, including yourself." Frigga wrapped her arm around Sigyn.

Sigyn stiffened. "I don't intend to. Then again I don't think Loki intended to either."

"No one ever does." Frigga sighed.

"Pardon, my Lady, but I tire of this feast. I feel somewhat ill."

"Understandable. I sometimes tire of these events as well. That's when I visit the weapons hall. Throwing knives relieves all sorts of stress." Frigga smiled. "Though, I believe you already know that."

"Not all the damage was mine, but I apologize." Sigyn smiled as she curtsied. Slowly she departed the hall and headed in the general direction of their -sorry her- room.

She slowly undressed, the emptiness of the room pressing against her.

She had been on the balcony, watching and waiting, when the Bifrost was broken. She felt the tremors of the lost bridge shake Asgard to the core . When she heard Thor's roar of desperation, she knew Loki's plan had gone wrong. She teleported to the palace gates in time to see Thor and the All Father walking back inside.

"What happened?" She asked rushing up to them. Odin looked like he had gained some gray hairs in the short time he had been awake, and Thor's eyes were bloodshot. That wasn't promising good news.

"The Bifrost is broken." Odin said roughly, and walked past her. He had never liked her.

"I got that" Sigyn smiled, frustrated at the lack of information. "I saw that from the balcony. Thor, please, where is Loki?"

Thor glanced around at the milling servants and nobility who were giving them odd glances. "I believe this would be a discussion best fit inside."

Sigyn's heart dropped. She mechanically followed Thor inside the palace and into a deserted corridor.

Thor took a deep breath. "Sigyn, my sister, Loki fell off the bifrost."

"Fell?" Sigyn asked, trying her best to ignore the clear implications of that statement.

"Ah. Well, not exactly fell." Thor shifted uncomfortably, rubbing his neck.

"Then what exactly do you mean?" Sigyn approached Thor slowly, holding back her anger.

"We were hanging off the bifrost, and Loki let go...on purpose."

"He let go?"

Thor nodded, "He's dead Sigyn. There's no way he could have survived the fall."

Sigyn nodded silently, her eyes wide. "Are you okay?" Thor asked hesitantly.

"My lover for many centuries, my husband, is dead. Of course I am not okay." Sigyn backed into the wall, crumbling to the ground. Sigyn gasped, breathing air hurt, when she tried to scream it wouldn't come out.

Thor glanced around as the flames along the wall flickered simultaneously. He had to duck as an explosion occurred. The flames went out, mirrors shattered, and the furniture slammed against the wall. In the quiet darkness Thor could make out the muffled sobs of the distraught.

AAAAA

Thor quietly lifted Sigyn's trembling form and carried her to her rooms. He gently placed her on the bed. The room still held Loki's essence. His cloak and helmet lay on their bed, and random books were strewn around the room with notes scribbled inside them. It was probably organized chaos knowing Loki. Thor stood silently in the middle of the room soaking in his loss fully. At some point Loki had banned Thor from entering his chambers. Thor now wondered how much he had missed.

"Leave me." Sigyn croaked, interrupting Thor's thoughts. He left without a word. He closed the door mechanically, and stared at the wall blankly. Loki was dead. He was really dead. Gone forever, never coming back to tease Thor or aid him in battle.

Thor started to walk, unaware of where exactly he was headed. He needed space, the constricting corridor was too much. Somehow he found himself in the armory room, a place that had given him so much pleasure in the past. It didn't do so now.

"Thor"

Thor turned around to see Sif in the doorway. It looked like she had been running, her cheeks were flushed pink.

"I heard what happened on the Bifrost. I am so sorry." Sif reached out and pulled Thor into a hug.

"It's not your fault." Thor said gruffly into her hair.

"'I know how much he meant to you. I know I didn't show it, but I did, I swear I did." Sif clung to Thor, holding back tears.

"I know you did." Thor wiped her face gently. "Thank you."

Sif leaned in for a kiss, but Thor pulled away. "Are you alright?"

"I think we need to talk. This isn't the time, not after Loki but while on Midgard I met someone else."

"Someone else?" Sif asked softly.

AAAAA

Sigyn watched Thor close the door. She could hear him breathing loudly in the corridor. She wrapped herself in Loki's emerald cloak lying on their bed, and blocked out the sound.

"Nótt" Sigyn whispered the spell. The oil lamps were snuffed out, and darkness enveloped the room.

Out of all the things to happen to Loki and her, she never really had considered death to be an issue. She rested her head against the cold metal of his helmet. Soon his things would lose his smell, not yet, but they would.

Sigyn fumbled in the darkness and stumbled into the bright corridor. The guards tactfully avoided her as she roamed the halls towards the weapons hall.

Once inside she lurched towards her knives, picking out her favorite. Sigyn lay it flat on her hand and watched the glint of the light bounce off of it. Sigyn ran her fingers lightly over the edge of the blade.

A booming crash, distracted Sigyn from her reverie, followed by scream. Someone else was in pain. Sigyn crept into the arena and watched silently as Sif destroyed the weapons room. She knocked down a shelf of armour violently, and kicked it against the wall.

"I didn't know you cared for him." Sigyn said softly, startling Sif.

"I…" Sif looked around the room, holding back her tears. "This isn't because of Loki."

"Oh" Sigyn held herself tightly, and just stared at Sif. Shell shocked.

"I'm sorry. That was wrong. I'm not thinking straight at the moment."

"Neither am I. My husband is dead." Sigyn gasped, letting out strained laughter that echoed off the walls.

"Well, my husband doesn't want me anymore. Whose torture is worse? Everyone in Asgard knew that Loki loved you. One could see it just by seeing how he looked at you. You have that to comfort you."

"Hardly a comfort."

"I am expected to dutifully stay in Asgard alone and cast off while Thor pines after some mortal on Midgard that he's only known for three days. I've lost everything." Sif dropped into a chair.

Sigyn felt utterly lost. She had never had a brilliant relationship with Sif, but she looked how Sigyn felt, so she didn't hesitate to crouch in front of Sif.

"You haven't lost everything."

"I have." Hot tears ran down Sif's cheeks.

Sigyn paused to think of the right words. "I have always admired your strength and persistence. You are an honored and valued warrior in Asgard. That will never change. It won't do any good to let anyone see your tears."

"I don't think I have ever seen you cry." Sif rubbed her eyes roughly as she tried to retain composure.

"Well I have, ask Thor or Loki." Sigyn paused mid-sentence, and frowned at the wall.

"I'm so sorry." Sif awkwardly patted Sigyn's shoulder.

"How am I to live without him?" Sigyn asked honestly in a quiet voice.

"One day at a time."

Sigyn tossed her clothes into the closet briskly. She reached for Loki's cloak and helmet, but they weren't in their normal place. Sigyn walked out her chambers in only a silk blue robe.

"Has anyone been in here?" She asked a passing guard, who did a double take at her lack of attire.

"Oh no, Princess. No one is allowed in there without express permission. Prince Loki will have their head." The guard paused awkwardly at his mistake, blushing slightly. "Sorry. Would have had their head." The guard shifted uncomfortably under Sigyn's hard gaze.

Finally she nodded, sensing no deception. "Thank You."

Sigyn closed the door softly behind her, and pressed her head against the hardwood. Who would steal a dead man's possessions?

Next Chapter: What happened to Loki? Where did he land? All will be discovered.