(Technically this isn't a 'Thor' story. It's just a few lines of prose that I wrote in five minutes when I got off work. I would love to know what everyone thinks! But please be nice.)
When you look upon her, what do you see?
You see the maid with the flaxen hair
You see the sweet, loving Goddess of Mercy
You see the bride of the Trickster
What you do not see is the raging mother
What you do not see is the furious wife
What you do not see is that her heart burns with hate and vengeance
Why, you ask, does she feel these things?
Oh, but you should know
For it was you, and those like you that stole everything from her
Her sons, you murdered with tooth and talon
Her husband, you torture with serpent and stone
In your haste to punish the Trickster, you neglected the feelings and loyalty of his bride
She who stays by his side every day
She who holds a bowl between his face and the serpent's venom
She who's hands are burned to bone by the toxin, only to heal again
She who weeps every day for her bound husband and slain children
She who bides her time
She who plots her vengeance
For one day, the Trickster will break free, heralding the end of all life
When that time comes, she will stand by him
The Goddess of Mercy will show her darker side
And you will know first hand the cruelty of fair Sigyn
Bride of the Trickster