A/N: I know it's short, it's just a little idea that came to my mind and I decided to write it down, as I really like this pairing, having read norse myths. Enjoy.
The moment his heart stopped, her own would've done the same. But revenge was needed. He couldn't just get away with it. She took the axe closest to her and swung it with all her power. The Giant obviously wasn't expecting that. Underestimating women is dangerous. Especially if it's her. Many men have done that before and have suffered greatly. But she didn't want to prove her strength this time, he just wanted to show the pain and venom in her heart, to get it out, to have him back.
He took the hit heard, his whole body falling at once, even though the head was no longer connected to the rest. Blood was splashed everywhere, but it wasn't much compared to what was already around them.
But it still didn't feel enough, when she was looking at the other body on the ground, the one of her love. Her delicate emerald dress was now soaked it water and blood, dirt piling up over it, but she didn't care. She fell to her knees, caressing his frozen cheek. The cuts on his face made him even more handsome, as well as his ravaged appearance, since he was always so prim and proper. But it didn't matter, as was lost forever this time, though she never thought it possible. At first, she thought it was another sick joke of his. He was an idiot, yes, but he was her idiot. And she loved him, regardless of what anyone said. She was perfect for him, not one to speak with dances and stolen glances but rather with a sword and mischief, and he loved that. He liked to pretend to drop dead all the time, but it has never been so gruesome or for so long. She begged and screamed and cried but to no avail, he didn't move. His skin turning blue immediately should've been the first clue, but she didn't want to believe it. It couldn't have been true. Looking at his slender body laying unmoved on the cold floor of the prison, she could only remember of his arms around her, their hands entwined while walking through the palace, his lips cool against her mouth, his smile melting her heart and his eyes, that looked right in her soul. And now she'll never have him again, only the unusual warmth of her bed, the ghost of his presence all through the palace, always next to her but never close enough. And it was her fault. If she wouldn't have tried to get him out of prison, he'd be behind the magical barrier, laughing at his brother's foolishness and telling her the stories only he knew, breathing and very much alive.
But he was just dead now, laying on the ground, red eyes open in surprise and a sword stuck between his ribs, deep red blood flowing from inside of him, staining his clothes with the same color that was all over her own already.
He'd be happy at least to know that he died just like his mother, only his murderer got what he deserved right off the bat.
Yes, the killer got what was coming for him , and his head was laying now at Loki's feet. Sigyn wasn't playing around. Not when it came to her husband.
