Disclaimer: I know, I know. I don't own Thor or Loki. Why you gotta kill the dream?

Day 7:

Frigga appeared at her outer door and Sigyn quickly ushered her inside.

"How can I help you, my queen?" she asked, bowing her head.

"Can I see him, Sigyn?" Frigga asked sadly. "Can I see my son?"

"He…is not in a good frame of mind, my queen." Sigyn answered diplomatically.

"Say what you mean plainly, child." Frigga sighed. "I have known you too long to not know when you are holding back the truth."

"I do not think he wishes to see you." Sigyn said bluntly. "He is angry and violent at the moment. He batters at my defenses from morning to night, seeking a weakness in my spells. I've had to push them back so he is confined to his room, which only made him fight harder."

"Are you alright?" the queen asked, worry showing on her face for the young woman.

"I will hold." Sigyn replied. "Without his magic, there is not much Loki can do to break free. And the smaller the area I am protecting, the stronger the walls can be without an increase in effort."

Frigga sighed and sat down.

"I sorry that you must bear this trial, my child." she said as Sigyn sat down next to her. "It is cruel to lock you away from the world like this."

"I chose this, my queen." Sigyn told her. "I would not leave him to strangers. To a prison of bars and chains. I will survive."

Frigga reached out and gently cupped the younger woman's cheek.

"You are sorely missed in court." She told her. "And the halls of healing are just not as warm without your presence."

"Court will survive without me." Sigyn said. "And Eir will take care of the halls in my absence. Loki needs me now. Even if he does not know it."

"My son has always needed you." Frigga told her. "He could never see it, but I could. They all needed you. In that group of warriors, you were the one calming force. The only one who could temper their hotheadedness. Loki has always tried to pretend that it was Thor's plans that got them into trouble, but he never stopped to think either unless you made him. You were the one voice of reason in their group. I pray that that reason can still reach him."

"I will try, my queen." Sigyn told her. "I will never stop trying."

Frigga smiled sadly and brushed a strand of hair back from Sigyn's face.

"I had hoped that one day I could call you daughter." The queen admitted, making Sigyn blush. "Maybe that hope will still come to fruition one day."

Sigyn looked away for a moment before standing up.

"I do not know if he will want to see you, but you may be able to at least see him." She told the queen. "But be warned, much of what he says now is poison. Try not to give it any heed. He will say what he knows will hurt you, no matter if he believes it or not. His silver tongue is no less sharp than it was."

"I just want to see him safe." Frigga replied, standing up.

"Then follow me." Sigyn said.

She led the queen out into the common area and to Loki's door. There was an explosion and Frigga flinched, but Sigyn just sighed.

"My lord?" she called. "Your mother is here. She wishes to see you."

The door wrenched open and Loki appeared, looking disheveled and not a little mad.

"What mother?" he sneered. "I have no mother."

Frigga winced and Sigyn glared at him.

"Your mother, the queen, my lord." She told him.

"I have no mother." He repeated. "Tell this imposter to leave me be."

With that, he slammed the door shut, leaving the two women alone. There was another explosion and Frigga stifled a sob.

"Come, my queen." Sigyn said, leading her back to her rooms.

She sat Frigga back down and went to get her a drink. As the queen took a sip to calm herself, Sigyn sat next to her and took her hand.

"I am sorry." She said softly. "I do not believe he is in his right mind at the moment. Do not take his words to heart."

Frigga took a deep breath and stood.

"Keep me apprised of his condition." She told the other woman.

"Of course, my queen." Sigyn replied, also standing.

The queen nodded and quickly left the room. Sigyn sighed and walked back to Loki's door, opening it and stepping inside.

All around was debris as Loki systematically destroyed his possessions.

"Would you like me to repair what you have destroyed or wait until you are finished so you can begin fresh?" she asked, sitting down on his bed.

He flew at her with an inarticulate shout of rage, only to be brought short by a barrier surrounding Sigyn.

"Why did you bring her here?" he shouted at her, stalking around his room.

"I did not bring her." Sigyn replied calmly. "She came of her own volition. Out of worry for you. Out of love for you."

"She does not love me." Loki spat. "I am simply the child that was forced on her by her husband's political machination."

"She does love you." Sigyn shot back. "You are her son, flesh and blood or no, and she has missed you terribly. We all have. It may have escaped your notice, oh great all knowing one, but you were mourned! The court wore the mourning colors for a year after your loss. The queen became a shade of her former self. Did you think it was an oversight that all of your things were still as they were? She would not allow anything to be touched. She would go to your rooms to indulge her grief, surrounded by your things."

"Why?" he demanded.

"Because she was a mother mourning the loss of her child." Sigyn answered. "And you just spat in her face."

Loki moved to the other side of the room, his back facing her.

"I don't want to see her." He told her. "I don't want to see any of them."

"Alright." Sigyn agreed, standing and smoothing out her skirts. "But tell me, my lord. Do you not want to see them because you're afraid they won't forgive you? Or because you're afraid they will?"

"Get out!" He shouted, spinning to face her.

"Very well, my lord." She said.

And she left him alone. After a moment, he went and sat down on his bed, reaching over to pull a picture from a drawer. It was of him and Thor, when they were children, sitting on either side of the queen. The three of them were smiling, the two brothers happily wrapped in their mother's embrace.

Loki reached out to gently touch the picture.

And then he threw it across the room, shattering it against the wall.

A/N: I promise they will not all be the angsty, but at the beginning here, Loki is dealing with a lot and Sigyn is just trying to get through to him. I do have a couple of funny ones planed, though, so just stick with me please?

Abbey