Loki/OC – Takes place during Thor and after Avengers. Definitely not canon. Enjoy and feel free to review!
She woke with a start from what had been a troubled sleep. Something was terribly wrong, even more-so than it had been of late. Sigyn had tried to distance herself from him, but Loki's tortured emotions coursed through her from even miles away. With anyone else she'd have to be right next to them, making an effort to sense their emotions. But their bond had been forged unbreakable. He was like a light that couldn't be put out.
It was a happy accident at the time, one that drew them closer than they'd ever expected. Loki had imparted of himself to strengthen the gift of magic within Sigyn, and had given what felt like a part of his spirit to her in the process. In happier times, it was a precious gift. Their love was palpable, fiery hot at a time. Of all his gifts of secrecy, magic used to conceal, to trick, he was unable to hide even the simplest of feelings from her. It was as liberating as it was frustrating, having his soul unwillingly bared.
What once was passion had turned to ice and that night she felt his rage rising within her. His heart was set to death. Overwhelmed and gasping for breath she stumbled out of bed and pulled on a dress, scrambling out the door to get to him. She scurried down winding stairs out into the open streets of Asgard. It was beautiful, as it always was, with glimmering lights and golden sheen softly lighting the night air. Desperately she ran, barefoot across the path until the bridge was in plain view. Even at such a far distance it was a sight to behold. Light shot out from the Bifrost at an intense pace, and Sigyn could see in the distance as it began to tear itself apart.
"No!" she screamed, as she futilely ran toward the collapsing bridge. Pieces began to fly in all directions at a quickening pace, the bridge was destined to be lost. Tears streamed from her eyes as his anger turned to madness and fear.
"My lady, stop!" A man grabbed the hysterical woman and tried to pull her away from her path toward the destruction. She pushed him away frantically, screaming as he looked in her eyes. She did not recognize him, but felt his concern for her state.
"No! Let me go! Stop!"
The Bifrost had come undone. The noise and light from the explosion came toward them in waves. The man attempted to pull her close and cover her face, but she pulled away again. Sigyn felt her heart sinking as she knew that Loki must have been responsible. What had he done?
As suddenly as she'd awoken with gasps of terror, she felt his presence ripped apart from her center. Her face turned cold and silent as she dropped to her knees. He was gone. Loki's fear, anger and sadness had disappeared and was replaced with only her own, a dull ache in comparison. Exhaling deeply she hunched over, face in her hands, crying silently.
"My lady?" The man asked, aimlessly.
"Take me to him," she coughed out after a moment.
"To whom?"
"To the King."