Thor's coronation was this afternoon. Never have I seen Asgard in such a state of rejoice. Odin's eldest son was to be crowned king, and to everyone, it was a merry occasion. To everyone, of course, but my husband, Loki. As goddess of fidelity, especially to him, I've learned to live with my husband's constant annoyances and displeasures, one of which, I know happens to be second to his brother for the throne. Though he does well to hide it, but I know how he feels inside.
The throne room was alive with the cheers of happy Asgardians, clapping at shouting for their new king as he came marching up the aisle between the crowd, throwing his hammer, Mjölnir, in the air and catching it, grinning widely. I was happy for him, Thor has been a great friend to me over the years, though I will admit, he can be a bit stubborn at times. I suppose it is simply something one gets used to over time.
I glanced over at Loki, dressed in his helmet and armor. He stared blankly at his brother as he marched up to his father's throne. Loki was a difficult person to read at times, especially now. I knew this was causing him great displeasure, but he did well not to show it to the crowd. I inched closer to him, closing the space between us until I could feel his shoulders rise and fall with every breath he took. I found his hand and entwined my fingers in his. Usually, we weren't the kind to show public displays of affection, especially at events as big as this one was, but Loki seemed distressed, and this was the least I could do to show him that I knew, and that I was still here. I felt his hand squeeze mine and bit back a small smile. Thor bowed before his father, Odin, swore him in as King of Asgard.
Before the Allfather could finish however, he stopped abruptly, leaving the entire hall in a state of anticipation. I glanced at Lady Sif curiously, she seemed to share my curiosity, and stared up at the Allfather. The air felt heavier, as if everyone could tell something was severely amiss. Odin took in a breath.
"Frost Giants." He said suddenly. All noise vanished from the hall in a mere second. Nervous murmurs began to rise up amongst the people. I gripped Loki's hand tighter, and felt him chuckle next to me. I glanced over, but any proof that he had been laughing was gone, and his face was relaxed, yet serious. Frost Giants in Asgard….how had they gotten in? There was no way they could have made their way in on their own? And how had they gotten passed Heimdall? Unease rose in my stomach, and I leaned into Loki a little more. Something about so much as brushing against him was enough to comfort me for a moment. Only a moment though, before the panic set in again.
The Allfather brought Thor and Loki to investigate the goings on and to see if the Frost Giants were still there. I worried for the three of them, those of Jutonheim were dangerous, and merciless, and I was unsure as to if the three of them had gone down there armed or not. Not that Loki was ever physically armed, what with his magic and his tricks. He never had much use for a weapon of any sorts, as he was no warrior. I didn't mind that though, in my personal opinion, some warriors grow arrogant, they grow reckless, and they grow dim. Battle calls to them at all hours, and they long to meet it head-on. I know Thor is like that at times, but Loki never was.
The door to mine and Loki's chambers opened behind me, and I spun around, nearly tripping over my gown as it circled around my legs like a cyclone. Loki stood in the doorway, an obvious look of distress on his face. "Loki! Are you all right?" I ran over to him, cupping his face in my hands. He smiled slightly, and chuckled as his hands wrapped around my wrists and lead them down, though he did not release my hands.
"I am fine Sigyn, we are all fine." The look he had when he first entered the room had melted away, and was replaced with a very calm, relaxed attitude. It appalled me how he was able to recollect himself so quickly, and so effortlessly.
"And the Frost Giants? What of them? What where they doing here?" His face fell grim, and his hands fell to his sides.
"They were after the casket." He said simply. My breath hitched in my throat at the thought of the Jutons getting their hands on the Casket of Ancient Winters. If the Jutons got their hands on it…they could plunge the nine realms into chaos. Loki began to pace from the door, his hands clasped behind his back, and peered out of the window that overlooked Asgard.
"They do not have it, do they?" I asked, staring at the floor.
"No. Fear not, my love. For they were destroyed before they could escape with it." Loki said. A calm tone overtook his voice, and I let out the breath I was holding. "Though, if we do not feel the wrath of Jutonheim, we will be feeling that of my brother's. He took the whole ordeal rather…personally." I walked over to him, and stood next to him, glancing out of the window that showed the silver-gold buildings of Asgard.
"Well, it is in your brother's nature, after all. He is a protective sort." Loki shrugged and looked down at me. I had always felt so short next to him. He was close to a foot taller than I was, so I was always looking up, and he was always looking down.
"I suppose so." He turned and wrapped one arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I rested my hands on his chest and peered back out of the window. The sun was going down, and the sky was alight with a beautiful orange color. Loki kept his eyes locked on me. "I should probably talk to him, shouldn't I?" Loki asked suddenly. I turned back to him.
"To Thor? Perhaps it would be best that you do, if he is taking it as personally as you said." Loki nodded and leaned down slightly, brushing his lips against mine gently for a moment, before becoming more forceful. I pulled away, stroking his cheek with my thumb. "Go calm Thor down." I smiled, planting another light kiss on his mouth. He smiled, brushed his knuckles across my cheek, spun on his heel and left in one graceful movement.
Night had fallen over Asgard, the air had grown chill, but it was still pleasant outside. I paced throughout the gardens, my eyes locked on the sky above me, dotted with bright stars. It was quiet out, and the silence was calming and peaceful. I took a breath of the night air. It smelled like the smoke from a lit torch nearby. I stopped and glanced over the wall that lined the outside of the garden balcony, and looked down over it. The water glittered with the city lights, and rippled different shades of yellow. The sound of footsteps suddenly broke the silence.
"Sigyn!" It was Queen Frigga, wife of Odin, and mother of Thor and Loki. She ran over to me, a concerned look in her eyes. "Sigyn, have you seen Thor or Loki?" She asked. My heart squeezed in my chest.
"Not since earlier this afternoon…why? Are they…" I could not force the word "missing" out of my mouth. Frigga took in a breath.
"No one has seen either of them since after the coronation. I worry Sigyn, and I thought you would at least know Loki's whereabouts if anything." Frigga stared at me with pleading eyes. My throat closed, my stomach dropped and my heart felt like it was about to burst.
"I haven't seen Loki for hours. Last I spoke with him, he was going to talk with Thor. Where ever Thor is…Loki's more than likely with him." Frigga nodded.
"We must inform the Allfather. Come with me." She turned briskly on her heel and marched back into the palace. I followed timidly behind her. Loki was missing…Thor was missing.
Please don't let them be dead. I thought. Don't let my Loki be dead.