DISCLAIMER: I don't own Marvel, obviously. If I did, Sigyn would have been in the movie. She would have been at Loki's side whether he liked it or not. I don't own any of the characters, but I do lay claim to Sigyn; she's my creation in all but her name.
A/N: This has a part 2, if anyone is interested. And when I say anyone I mean if just one person takes a genuine interest in the part two, which features Loki, I will post it.
Give her a moment, and Sigyn could make a wonderful queen.
Instead, she sat helping one prepare for a ceremony she would not attend.
"Are you sure, dear?" the wonderful queen asked. Sigyn did not resent the woman for the ill choice Odin had made; she loved Frigga as her own mother (indeed, she was her mother in law) but could not be dissuaded.
"I have business to attend to, my queen. Loki will be there; that will suffice."
"But Loki will need you," the queen waved away the servants arranging her hair and beckoned Sigyn forward. "He needs you, dear."
Sigyn removed the heavy headdress the simpletons had given Frigga and began to twist and pile her golden locks upon her head.
"He might, but I am not wanted," Sigyn placed the golden pins in the queen's hair.
Frigga knew her son's marriage was not as strong as it should be, but not from a lack of Sigyn's trying. Loki pulled away from her to be like Thor, whom he admired and envied above all else. But as a mother, Frigga could not help but worry about poor Sigyn, with not even a child to make her forget her husband's indifference.
Give her a moment, and Sigyn would make a wonderful queen.
But Odin had picked Thor, since he preferred smashing things to birthing eight legged fouls, and Sif was glad of it. She could never bow to Loki.
Sif was not surprised, if somewhat disappointed, that Sigyn was not attending—honestly, she was surprised Sigyn hadn't killed herself already. No mother but Frigga, no children, an absent husband, and a foolish old miser for a father. What did Sigyn have to live for?
Give her a moment, and Sigyn would have made a magnificent queen. It would have brought her happiness, and the knowledge of that made Loki's envy greater. He loved Sigyn, he really, truly loved her, which was why he tried to be worthy of her. He had so many people to prove himself too; the least he could do is be a worthy husband. But Thor's shadow was too great; wherever he turned, there it was. And secretly, he suspected Sigyn despaired that she had not been married to Thor, but Loki.
Give her a moment, and Sigyn would make a wonderful queen.
Don't, and you make yourself a dangerous enemy.
Sigyn was working her magic that day, under the nose of everyone, even the all-seeing Heimdal.
"Come you fools," she hissed at the dim witted frost giants; they had found her trail, would they follow into Asgard? "Come to Asgard. Let them see Thor as he truly is—a dolt, a child, and a brute."
Give her a moment, and Sigyn could make a wonderful queen.