A/N: Hia, I know that a lot of avengers/ Loki fans may not be accustomed to the original myths, so just some background: Sigyn is Loki's wife, Loki has been imprisoned in hel for killing Baldr (another Norse God, just role with it) and a giant snake is instructed to drip venom onto him for eternity! Yet Sigyn decides to spend her life holding a bowl under the snake so Loki doesn't get hurt, unfortunately, when she empties the bowl, the venom lands on Loki who is in immense pain and writhes around and that, my children, is how earthquakes are born.
Snake POV
I had a life. It wasn't much and it wasn't beautiful, but it was something. I lived deep in Hel, I was free to go where I wanted, as long as it wasn't on the surface as the sun would burn my flesh. Things that are caught in Hel's snare seldom leave… But now I sit here, my mouth gaping like a fresh cut dripping blood. I look down and there they sit, usually in silence, sometimes I wonder if I should speak. But I don't. They hate me, despise me, I am the source of their pain. I never cared for Loki, he never cared for anyone but himself and Sigyn, but his wife is the most beautiful thing I've known. After a life in the dark, she feels like the sun that I'm never allowed to look upon. Even after all these years, she still glows.
I don't deserve this light, I'm a coward, I could shut my jaws, heal the cut. But I am a coward and I am greedy. I know if I shut my jaws then Odin would punish me, and I would never get to see the small ray of joy I have been given again. Drip, the bowl is almost full now, a small drop splashes and lands on her wrist, she winces in pain, I can see the effort it takes for her to keep the bowl raised high as tears spring from her eyes.
My eyes fill with sorrow as I see her hand, scarred and blemished. This cave destroys even the brightest of souls.
Slowly she slips into slumber, the bowl teetering in her hands; my tail reaches down and scoops it up. I hold it under my jaws and watch her loop her arms round her husband, his hands strain to reach to her in his sleep.
One day they will be free.
And I will once again slither amongst the rocks of hel, until this world crumbles into dust.
If you guys are now wallowing in Loki pity, then you may want to know that it was foretold that, at Ragnarok (the end of the world) Loki would escape. But the bad news was that he was also foretold to die fighting Heimdall.