Prolog
They saw nothing but the darkness that surrounded them. Until she, like, saw a little light out of nowhere. She wanted to run it, although they did not see the light.
As if from a distance, they heard a voice - a familiar voice. It sounded like the sound of waves hitting the rocks. And she could only understand a sentence from "Come back, come back to me!"
"No!", She thought she wanted to feel no more pain, no more suffering, sell their souls. They just wanted to die, but something stopped her.
Then she heard another voice saying quite clearly to her: "He will need you and you need it, you are connected, you are each the opposite of the others ..."
Again she heard the pleas of these known voice, this time it was clear. It seemed like an inner urge that she reached for the light. Images flooded her mind.
She looked only a little boy in her arms, then she was suddenly surrounded by fire and ice. She saw her coronation as she spoke with a brown-haired woman, and other things that she could not see properly. Then she opened her eyes and looked into green eyes that looked straight into her. "What did you thinking? You could have drowned !? "
They looked at the man and spat once a gush of water before she could respond.
"What do you care?" She replied. As she spoke, she noticed how her lungs were burning with pain, and that she was in his arms. She wriggled out of them and backed away, then stood trembling on and found herself buckled.
From the corner of her eye she saw him coming toward her to help her. "Stay where you are!" She snapped. He paused as she fell to her knees.
Her bright, honey-blond hair fell into her face. She stroked backwards, pulled out from under her wet, white robe, a dagger and held it to her throat. They squeezed when the man grabbed her hand and held it.
Again she heard the clear voice in her head: "He will need you and you need him."
"Why, I have nothing for which it is worth living," she cried. "Sigyn, you're not alone," he replied. She looked directly into his green eyes, there it was again, this feeling that she always got when she looked into his eyes. "Loki, you do not understand, I ...", but he cut her off, "really that what you think?" He snapped. Then he continued. "Everyone sees but that you're unhappy that you do not want to bow to the family tradition."
She said nothing. Uncertain leaned Loki down to her, so that he could look her straight in her eyes.
"Please understand it yet, let me go," she asked him and Tears filled her eyes.
"I can not," Loki said in a trembling voice. He had come very close to her. So close that she could already feel his breath on her face. She felt her whole body began to tingle. Sygin let the dagger fall, Loki pushed away, got up and ran.
Loki ran after her because he knew she was in danger. He had a feeling he would protect them. However, he did not know that she felt a pang in the heart when she saw him in the eye. As their souls were fused together.
He ran through the undergrowth and his concern for them continually increased. So much so that he had a panic, they find dead. Aloud he called her name in the hope that they would not have done the worst.
It was even strange for him, because he never did such a thing for a woman, but he sensed that she was different. When he already wanted to give up hope, he saw blowing in the wind in the distance her bright blond hair.
She stood at the edge of a cliff and looked down. Would she jump? Should it have been? For a month she made him crazy, until he wanted to possess them only, but now he was sure there was more. He loved it!