A/N: For the record, I so don't own Loki or anything else related to Marvel. However, I do claim Sigyn as my OC. I know she appears in the comics and the myths, but this Sigyn I've created from scratch, building a backstory and a family. Not to mention every word she speaks and every thought she thinks. Sigyn is my OC. Incidental characters = my OCs. Anything Marvel related = not mine. Got it? Good! Please enjoy chapter 1 and remember, reviews keep me motivated and give me genius ideas. I love them :)
Sigyn curled tighter into a ball in the corner and watched Loki pace the room. He looked so confused. So angry. Irate, really. This was why she hardly ever came to see him. Despite their marriage, neither of them had spent much time together. She didn't think he had the temperament.
Usually, she wondered why he had claimed he wanted her in the first place. She had seen the women he brought to his chamber. He wasn't the only one who could find things out without anyone noticing. The girls were always young and pretty, probably prettier than she was.
She clutched her arms tightly around her pale pink silk skirts and debated what to do next. He had more than likely forgotten she was in the room. She'd have to do something about that, and she didn't look forward to the outcome. He could be downright mean when he was in a dour mood such as this one.
Sigyn used the wall to steady herself as she rose to her feet and watched her long skirts drape around her legs and bare feet. She snatched her book from a nearby chair and clasped it in one hand. Here went nothing.
She cleared her throat daintily.
Loki abruptly stopped pacing and spun to face her, his face turning every shade of red all at once. "Sigyn!" he exclaimed. "What in the name of all the nine realms are you doing here?" The way he said it sent shivers down her spine. As though he had seen a piece of rotten meat on Odin's feasting table.
"I was here when you arrived. I—I didn't want to disturb you. My... my book..." She motioned to the book and kept her eyes downcast. Perhaps he would ignore his ire for a few more moments. She neglected to snap that she loved her stories almost as much as Loki loved his trickery.
Loki sighed heavily, prepared to scold her she was sure. Mercifully, someone knocked on his door, interrupting anything he might have had to say. Or, maybe, making it worse.
Loki shot across the room and roughly gripped her arm. He pulled her to the other side of the room, to a door she knew led to the washroom. Without a sound, he pushed it open and practically threw her in.
"Do not leave this room until I return for you. Is that understood?" Loki hissed.
Sigyn nodded, afraid of what might be about to happen on the other side of the door. What if it was another of his adulterous affairs? She didn't think she could take that. Sigyn clutched her book to her chest and tried to force herself to breathe.
Loki barely took time to look at her before closing the washroom door and shouting to the main door, "Enter!"
It grew quiet. Too quiet, and somehow Sigyn knew something was wrong. Loki had almost spoken in a civil tongue when he shoved her in here. She pressed her ear to the door, waiting to hear anything, but heard only a few mumbled words and then silence.
What could possibly be wrong? Had Loki done something to anger the All-father? Did Thor wish him harm? Or was it something simple, like Frigga requesting his presence? Was she completely overreacting?
She couldn't contain her curiosity any longer. Sigyn silently opened the door, just enough to allow her to peer through a crack into the next room. Empty. She caught sight of a guard's long cape swishing behind him as the main doors closed.
Sigyn stepped from the washroom, only momentarily hesitating. What if Loki really did come right back, and she wasn't where he had commanded she stay? She'd never hear the end of it, and might get a lashing to boot.
But what if he never came back?