We're Running Up Hill
Sigyn fluttered her eyes open to a dark world. The small light that came from the doorway was the force that had woken her. A blurry shadow came forward and shut the door behind him. She flinched at the sharp sound of the door clicking into place. Her ears felt like they were bleeding again. She groaned out her misery. The tired fibers in her muscles were throbbing and stiff. The bottoms of her feet felt as if she had walked a thousand miles of boiling sand in the high sun. The cool covers were soothing on her blisters. She curled her fingers in the white silk material. Even that small movement sent an angry spike of pain through her nervous system.
She clawed at her mind, trying to recall the source of this pain. All the goddess could remember was coming back to Loki with her few possessions slung into a bag on her shoulder and Om clawing in her arm at her hair. Him, he took her hand. Then she was here in the dark. Her pillow ruffled as the weight of another was placed there. The small kitten rubbed his head adoringly against her crown while purring. Tears streamed down her face at the loud, obnoxious sound of his motor.
To the other side of the bed, the sound of layers of clothes being shed off and tossed to the floor were as painful at the kitten's goddamn motor. A cry escaped her mouth as she rolled over to the other person. She swore her skin was on fire and burning and bleeding. Even her bones felt like they were being broken over and over again by some force inside her body. The quivering from the pain only brought on more in a vicious cycle.
A cool hand was placed arm. His thumb gently rubbed against her skin and felt a cool numbness begin to spread. "I did not mean to wake you," Loki whispered. He crawled underneath the covers with her. The trickster placed a kiss on her lips before letting his forehead rest against hers. The heavy medication was sinking into her skin, dragging her back to the depths of a dream or maybe reality—Sigyn really had no idea. She closed her eyes. "The pain will wear off soon." He sounded nothing short of exhaustion.
Sigyn curled towards him and wrapped her arms around his chest. He was back, and she wasn't going to let go, even if this were a dream. She would hold onto him for as long as possible. Loki was cold. She might have said bitter cold but at this moment, the feeling of his cool skin was relief. "Do not leave me," her husky voice begged into his skin.
"Shh," he hushed. "Sleep."
The magic was weaving into her body could not be overcome. Sigyn fell limp next to Loki.
Again, another light came pouring into the room; this time, it leaked through the ebony blinds of the room. She opened her heavy eyes to the alabaster ceiling chilling out far above her. Sigyn turned her head to the left. There was an open space between she and the far wall filled with large, rectangular windows. She noted the flooring was a strange mix of a smooth rocky texture and scattered black and gray hues in the white.
Sigyn rolled onto her other side. Lying on top of the white covers were her two dolls, Narfi and Váli. The dolls were made out of wood and ballpoint joints, but their tough inner structure was coated in soft sheepskin; the white wool was of course shaved away. Their bodies were crafted to proportion, save for the head, which was large compared to their bodies. Narfi was different from his brother in facial structure; he had a strong face while Váli had a very angular jaw line. Narfi's face had the high cheekbones, compared to his brother's that were soft and smooth. Both of them had her golden locks and Loki's jade eyes. Each were dressed in formal Aesir tire that resembled Loki's.
A frown made its way to her face. Loki had obviously replaced his presence with theirs. She sighed. Not that she was surprised—he had a very bad habit of leaving without a word for weeks to months on end. But the disappoint lingered on her shoulders. Her heart beat with less sincerity.
Sigyn was careful not to disturb the dolls as she sat. Across from the bed, resting in a white, smooth vase on top of a black chest was the wine flower. Its deep colored, lacy petals hung below it like a skirt. Brighter plum petals were poofy and tightly packed together. They built up in a cone shape. At the very center, yellow stems shot up and then dangled down like water droplets. Above the flower loomed a strange, rectangular like device. It was black as night but managed to catch a few glares from the intruding sunlight on its sleek surface. Sigyn tilted her head to the side, wondering if this was another one of Loki's projects.
She scooted off the bed. She stared down at her nude body. Sigyn shook her head since she already knew who the culprit was. On the nightstand she had originally overlooked was a note on top of fluffy, white robe. She flipped open the note and read in the chicken scratch handwriting, "Fetching breakfast. Have a look around. Do not leave the dwelling."
She smiled at the note.
With her robe on, Sigyn walked out of the room. She was hit by the strange sound of gears churning and angry animals growling. Cautiously she was drawn to the large, spacey room with two white walls and two clear windows that made up the other two walls. Again, the furniture was white with black accents. The small table in between the two couches was made out of glass. A bowl of aging fruit rested on the tabletop. The goddess stood over the bowl. She took out of the bowl a banana. Sigyn bit into it. The skin was vile and bland, but the inside was interesting and tasty. She pulled back the skin to eat more of the fruit.
She noticed another one of those strange, black windows hanging on a wall. Using the tips of her toes, Sigyn stretched and struggled to reach the bottom of the television. Her fingers scrapped against a hidden button. A white light flashed on the black box. Sigyn flung herself back onto the couch as a voice began to fill the room. The face of Tony Stark appeared on the television.
Her heart jumped into her throat and was racing away at million miles per second. The hairs along the back of her neck stood up on end. Sigyn curled her arms around her legs to protect herself from the intruder. "Who are thee?" she yelled. "What are you doing in Loki's hall?"
Tony Stark continued to rattle on about blah, blah, and more blah blah blah about robotics in New York City.
She stood up with her posture perfect, even by the cruelest of paparazzi eyes. Never had Sigyn endured so much insult since Theoric's last comment. Clearly he was not raised with any manners. Though she was not spiteful by nature, she found herself going through a list of names by which to insult him and his honor. "I ask you to answer me, good sir!" Sigyn shouted.
He ignored her, the bastard!
"Answer me!"
The camera panned to show the blonde reporter next to Stark. Confusion racked her brain. With light, skittish steps of a young foal, Sigyn gradually approached the television. Clearly, this was a one-way device that granted one the ability to see far away. An excitement smile blessed her lips. She had thought Heimdall was the only person gifted with the ability to see faraway. Her sudden fear was joy. "In all that is gold in Asgard," she spoke softly, bewildered. Sigyn watched intently on Stark. She had heard so many stories of the man from Thor, but now that she had a face to him, he seemed real.
Sigyn looked to the windows.
Could this actually be real?
Did Loki bring her to Midgard?
She pressed a hand to the window. The glass was warm from the sunlight that bathed the whole room in light and hope. Sigyn looked up to the sky. She was so close to the clouds; a part of her wanted to open a window and touch one of the wandering clouds and see what it was thinking. Her eyes felled stories below to the ground. A gasp escaped her. "What in the World Tree?" she asked her fylgja.
She saw the people—well, she assumed the tiny, moving dots that looked like flies walking around—moving on dull colored roads. A darker road ran parallel with the sidewalk where strange, metallic beasts that cried angrily at each other. From these yellow beasts, some people would emerge and others would go into the belly. There were market people with carts on every corner, selling some goods. Colorful signs with words she did not know where constantly changing. They were as grand as Loki's own illusions. Sigyn could not imagine how a place like this could exist. It seemingly broke the mold of the nine realms. Now she understood that this place, this realm, was nothing like the others. Already, in her—to be technically, this place was Loki's apartment—dwelling, she felt overwhelmed and so very, very small.
So caught up in the world, she did not hear the footsteps creeping behind her. Sigyn jumped out of her skin when the trickster placed a hand on her hip. She grinned from ear-to-ear at him. Loki looked very strange with a snowy shirt, silver tie, and black blaze. Even the jeans were odd because they loose. He didn't even have any boots on either. She couldn't help but giggle at how silly he appeared. Loki raised an eyebrow. He knew what she was giggling at, but he would play along like he knew nothing.
Then shyly she looked down at the magical city. She radiated with wonder and delight. Her excitement was like electricity on her skin. "Those things on the dark road are the cars I spoke of," Loki commented. He placed his other hand on the other side of her hip. The trickster landed a kiss on her shoulder while looking at the world through her eyes.
The god did not dislike this world. In fact, he felt rather at home in their chaotic society. Every day he found something new to marvel here. His mind was filled with questions about this realm that he would eventually answer after putting Thor in his rightful place as second.
Now he was sharing this realm with someone actually worthy. To say he felt smug by bringing her here was an understatement. This, he knew in his heart, was the greatest gift he had ever given her. Seeing the realm of mortals could never be matched with his crafty words forged on his silver tongue. Sometimes, you had to see and experience things in order to comprehend them to their fullest. His arms got away from him and wrapped around her abdomen. Holding her there, watching her drown in curiosity, and simply having a moment alone with her for the first time in two mortal years was so very satisfying. Loki sighed contently into her skin.
He wouldn't mind standing there with her there for fifty mortal years, but the food would go bad by then. Not to mention, Loki was sure that the Belgian waffles were already beginning to go saggy on him.
"Thank you," Sigyn whispered.
"Hmm?" His eyes slid to hers, but she was already looking at him.
"The note," she clarified. "That was nice to actually know why you had disappeared."
"Do not become accustomed to me leaving notes for you," Loki answered in his velvety voice. Though his tone was light, she did not miss the underlying, dark truth to his words. She sighed in defeat; if defeat could even count since this was never a battle to begin. "I have breakfast, Sigyn," he offered.
"I am not hungry," she replied.
"You are not?" he huffed. "Well, that was a waste of a trip. There is no pleasing you, Sigyn." His voice reeked of sarcasm. "I-I-I-" Loki closed his eyes and shook his head. "I am simply at a lost of what to do now." He tossed his hands helplessly into the air before walking away in an overly dramatic manner.
Her cheeks were sore from smiling. She stared at him as he walked around in a circle, running his hands through his long hair, and looking distressed. She was left in his dust to wonder what he was up to because Loki always was two, three, or more likely a hundred steps in front of her. "You are such a woman," Sigyn said lightly.
He stopped in front of her with his hands on his hips. "Oh?" he asked, his voice higher pitched than normal. The sky-traveler's face softened; he didn't lose his face's sharp, angular touch, but it was becoming more feminine. His—err her hands were delicate and slender. Loki's breasts showed by straining her shirt and blaze. Lady Loki, as Sigyn had so affectionately come to call his feminine half, had luscious, coal hair that was curly and wavy like Sigyn's. Like in her male form, she was slender and came with a dangerous edge. But in those manly clothes, that edge was lost.
Sigyn couldn't contain the burst of laughter.
"Why is this so funny?" she chided. He—she sounded so serious.
She laughed harder.
The top of her forehead was beginning to wrinkle with frustration. The tip of her nose had little wrinkles too. "This is not a joke," she retorted. Lady Loki jabbed a finger at Sigyn to reinforce her point.
"Loki, stop," she begged through her laughter. Sigyn doubled over and grabbed her sore sides.
"That is Lady Loki to you," Loki said with disgust. "You have no manners."
She calmed herself enough to stand somewhat straight. If Frigga had her way, she would be picking away at Sigyn's pose and correcting her for all her flaws and un-lady-like composure. But staying composed around Loki when he was in one of his—err, again, her fits. "I am terribly sorry, Lady Loki," she apologized. Sigyn bowed before her. Lady Loki sneered at the bow before smiling with approval.
"That you should be," she enforced.
"I really should be appreciative, too," Sigyn played along.
"Very appreciative," the goddess confirmed.
"After all, I am not socially permitted to be alone with a man," she reminded. "Women, as you know, are vile creatures who can seduce a man by simply looking at them wrongly." Sigyn eyed Lady Loki, and Lady Loki raised an eyebrow to the young lady. Lady Loki crossed her arms and began to tap her manicured finger impatiently. "We woman are temptation personified." She came tauntingly close to Loki. The trickster's eyes meandered in between the folds of fabric to reach her breasts. Sigyn, seeing where her eyes were, could not hold back the need to press them against her. She smiled at the strain from the concentration in Lady Loki's round eyes.
"Your point is?" she inquired.
Sigyn shrugged. "You know," she mused. "Since we are women, I can be free without worry of accidentally seducing you. As you are another woman, you are able to help me dress appropriately…" Sigyn pulled away but not without missing that pouty purse of Lady Loki's lips. "I would hate to accidentally seduce a man because I was too great of a temptation."
She hungrily watched Sigyn move around the room and swing her feminine curves from side-to-side. Sigyn was just luring him back now. Lady Loki hated to admit, but she was doing a pretty damn good job at baiting her. "In that case, nothing you wear is going to make you any less of a temptation," she spoke. "The only deterrent I can see that would keep you from accidentally seducing a man is to have a man at your side whenever possible."
"That seems rather ironic," Sigyn answered. "To have a man at your side? How foolish of an idea."
"Foolish?" She walked towards Sigyn; though, her steps were more like stalking as she herded Sigyn towards the couch. Carefully she pulled up one of Sigyn's legs to inspect the temptation. "I think not. I believe the goal is not to seduce many men; however, to seduce one and only one man is appropriate—" Lady Loki placed the leg around her hip. "If not socially accepted."
"Yes, it is appropriate to seduce one man," she agreed. Sigyn was brought on the couch with Lady Loki pinned beneath. She pulled up the ends of the white shirt and began to unbutton the tight shirt. "I have no one man—" Lady Loki grasping her butt suddenly caught her off guard. The lady possessively gazed up at the daring, single woman she found herself coming back to.
"Well, I do have one man in my sights," Sigyn admitted. "But he is always wandering away, no matter how many times I seduce him. I have to be doing something wrong." Her voice ended very seriously, gloomy. Sigyn was looking to her with not a smile on her face because the truth was too depressing. "I do not know why he does not marry me. If he worries that I will stray because he is gone so much or simply because I am nothing more than his favorite harlot."
The raw strain in her voice broke her concentration. Her feminine features blew over into masculine features. His long, luscious hair faded back into the nothing. Loki brought her close to his chest. She laid her head down in the gap between his neck and shoulder. "You are doing nothing wrong," the trickster assured. He felt her doubt crawling around in her skin like parasites. Loki rubbed his hands over the parasites to swat them away. He could not swat away his own parasites; the ones that came out to gnaw away at his ribs whenever he brought out the worst in her. His throat constricted and became annoyingly scratchy.
The guilt came in heavy waves that left his soul struggling to stay above the water. Too often he found himself drowning in the tears she had cried for him; some that he had caused when his pranks went too far, when he disappeared and came back injured, when he denied to her that he had been with another woman, the names people called her for being with him, and then the times when he made her feel small and insignificant. For everything he had done to make her cry, she still waited for him. Sigyn had her chances to be with better men than he. They were the men who wouldn't make her cry or tear her apart by the words he had yet to say.
Part of his heart was elated because through it all, Loki knew he would never have to worry about losing her.
She was the one who had worry about losing Loki every time he left her sight.
All at the same time, he was enraged with her. Sigyn knew better than to believe he would be bound by anything. That was a blatant lie. He was already bound to her; a little silver string tied around his neck always brought him back to her heart. Every woman was great but only during the sex. Sigyn managed to be great all the time. She was playful, which he needed since he could hardly ever be taken seriously. She was the heater that thawed the ice that built up when he was around people. She was simply what he needed and wanted all wrapped in one.
It was not like everyone did not already know they weren't together. He could hardly keep his hands off of her when in public. Loki had jealously turned her first suitor, Theoric, into a boar that was eaten for dinner. That was a clear indication to anyone that she was his bride. After that incident, any wannabe suitors knew better than to actually try to earn Sigyn's hand. Being turned into bacon and ham was not exactly a pleasant fate…
Like everything else in his life, he was the source of his own damn problems … and everyone else around him.
Fuck.
A punch rolled through his gut. He closed his eyes so Sigyn wouldn't see the pain hiding behind his irises. Though, she was perceptive and felt the venom crawling in his veins by how he gripped her robe. "I do love you, Sigyn," he murmured tenderly and for a rare moment, the truth. "You are the only woman I have ever loved. There is nothing any woman, including yourself, can do to change that. Is that clear?"
She was silent.
"I love you," Sigyn sighed.
All together that answer was a billion times better than a yes or no. He felt the drumming of his heart every time she said those three little words to him. Loki felt like a boy again, helplessly hopeful and so alive. Yet, his stomach was turning into a pretzel with all the knots from rolling over on itself with her indefinite answer.
"Where is my ring, Loki?" she asked. He was relieved—much too relieved that it raised concerns—that she changed the topic. Again, Sigyn always knew how to let go of the sad and depressing and move on. In her own way, she was the one who was always on the move to avoid the cruelty of life, and he was the one who was staying in the past, unmoving.
"Oh, that thing," Loki spoke indifferently. "Well, I am having a bit of difficulty trying to remember where I put—" She swallowed his words with her lips. Her smile brought a smile to his face. Really, smiles were just as contagious as yawns; at least when they came from Sigyn. He growled when she stole her lips back. Loki lifted his head but she back away. Every time he thought he would plant a kiss on her lips, she moved them just out of his reach, till finally he was sitting up. Sigyn greedily turned her head away. "You shall never get your ring back with an attitude like that, Sigyn."
"Then what am I suppose to do?" the goddess asked. She looked suspiciously to him, almost smiling and anticipating his next move.
He placed his chin on his hands while he thought. "Well, I might have left the ring at the Waffle Restaurant when I went to grab our breakfast," Loki explained quite seriously. "I can always retrieve the ring on my own, but—" He gazed at her innocently. She saw the trickster had the eyes of angel. In them, Sigyn could see her reflection immersed in his green soul; she supposed it was a permanent tattoo on his soul. "I cannot leave you alone. You might accidentally seduce another man because of your—" He flicked his eyes lustily to her breasts. "Temptation."
Sigyn giggled. "That surprisingly makes a lot of sense," she complimented. "I see no other logical choice but to accompany you." He conceitedly eyed her. Before she even had time to react, his lips were back on hers. Loki trapped her in his arms so she couldn't wiggle her way out. The way her mouth melted against his, the god doubted he even needed to hold her to stay, but he wanted to. Loki felt she needed to be held there and be reminded that she was his bride.
"You should really get ready," he whispered teasingly on her lips. "I might not be able to keep all those men from seducing you in that outfit."
"Well, what am I going to wear?" she inquired. "I did not bring any clothes with me."
"I might have a thing or two for you," Loki admitted.
"Just so long as I do not look as ridiculous as you."
"Oh, of course not," he promised. She leaned against him, content again for the present moment. Loki flicked his eyes to the window as two ravens swooped down from the heavens. He did not miss their golden eyes that shimmered like liquid. The beginnings of a frown sprouted on his pale face. There mere sight of them tarnished the moment of having Sigyn rest against him like a young child. He gripped her harder, eyeing the twins angrily. He had a suppress a growl coming from the depths of his throat. The god buried his brows together when they left his sight. He could hear the clock already beginning to tick away at the time he had left with Sigyn. Loki cradled her head with his slim hand, running his fingers through her hair, plotting how to stop the clock.
The twin ravens, Huginn on the left and Muninn on the right, twisted and turned with the spiraling, out-of-control winds that blew through the city's glass and steel canyons. The only differences between the two ravens were the brutal scars along Muninn's face. Part of his right eye was shattered and leaked the melting gold on his face. A chronic but not life threatening infection of puss and blood dripped down the wound to his chin. The wound never healed because the scabs were never able to stay on long enough to allow his body to properly heal. Muninn, poor ol' Muninn, he was too terrified that the healers would remove his eye if he ever went to them. Odin felt no sympathy for him when the healers could fix him, if only he let 'em.
Huginn flew in front of his brother, scouting and observing the buildings, trying to pick out the one building that blended in as another, bland building.
They flapped their wings in unison against the wind. With their sharp talons, they ripped and scratched the smooth layer of steel on the windowsill. Muninn shook his head and let out a squeal as the blistering gold dripped onto his cracked beak. Huginn squawked back at his brother and barely avoided the gold droplets that sought to burn him as well. Muninn hung his head lowly and ruffled his feathers unhappily.
Huginn looked inside the window at Darcy sitting at the table with Sif and Fandral. Darcy lingered in her mismatched Spongebob shorts and Universal Studios t-shirt from years back in high school. She had her head placed on her hand and eyes closed. Fandral was sitting across from her with a black coffee in hand. He looked like he had been awake for hours, and mostly likely had been since he was a morning person. Not to either raven's surprise, he was looking through a Nordstrom magazine. Of all the newly immigrated Asgardians, Fandral was the only one to stick with more of their style. He had the khaki, cut-loose pants with black, knee-high boots. He had his long, white sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
Sif was in between the sleepy beauty and egomaniac. Her ebon' hair was pulled back into a high ponytail. She had a low-cut, black shirt on with the Avenger's insignia engraved on the top, left side. The shirt clung to her pin-straight body. Beneath the table, the ravens couldn't see her boot-cut jeans and clogs. Sif lifted her blue eyes to the light tapping from the window. "Huginn, Muninn," she greeted.
Fandral turned to the pair of ravens. He slid out from his metal chair to open the window. Darcy blinked her eyes as the two ravens floated into the kitchen of their headquarters. "Odin mail so soon?" she yawned. "He should just get some internet and Gmail so you two can take a vacation."
The ravens' feathers melted into black, matte armor that was as sleek as their feathers were in their bird forms. The messengers were darker than Heimdall but shared the same, golden irises as the gatekeeper. Darcy appeared unnerved by their strange appearance. Something about how the eyes stood out so much against their dark skin and armor was unnatural. There was burning sensation she felt every time they looked at her with those inhuman eyes. She grimaced at Muninn's white, bleached skin that festered with cooling gold, red blood, and gooey green shit that smelled like the bad end of a cow. In his human form, his face was becoming deformed and sunken; his face was really, only a shell of what had once been.
There were faint traces of Huginn in Muninn. Darcy assumed at one time both the ravens looked identical, but now, only Huginn was somewhat normal … if you called being dark chocolate with gold eyes normal. Like Muninn, his raven straight hair fells to the floor like a cape. Huginn's face was rough diamond shaped with a large mouth, a small and crooked nose, and lacked eyebrows for some weird, godly reason.
Sif stood up to come to Fandral's side. The twins bowed before the warrior lady. "Where is Crowning Prince Thor Odinson, Lady Sif?" the two chimed together.
"He is not here," Sif answered. "What message do you carry for him from Allfather?"
"A very important one," the two replied.
"Will you two please stop talking in unison?" Darcy complained. "It's freaky."
The ravens nodded to the mortal. "Our apologies, Lady Darcy Lewis," they admitted. The twins turned their head as she sighed, pinching her nose. They turned their vigilant gaze to Sif. "Allfather stated all of the Avengers and their allies should be aware of the recent happening in Asgard concerning Prince Loki Odinson and Lady Sigyn Odinson."
Fandral and Sif looked to each other, grim but unsurprised. Darcy stared in wonder the conversation they shared with just a simple, all-telling look of understanding the situation. "What occurred?" he inquired while breaking his gaze from Sig.
"Allfather woke during the night with the feeling of an invader in the palace in the room of Lady Sigyn Odinson. Allfather stormed into the room to find Prince Loki Odinson with Lady Sigyn Odinson on the balcony. After a brief exchange of words, Prince Loki Odinson managed to escape from Allfather with Lady Sigyn Odinson," they explained with great care to the trio. "Lady Sigyn Odinson is with Prince Loki Odinson as of now. Prince Loki Odinson is not only hiding his presence from Heimdall but that of Lady Sigyn Odinson. Allfather asks that Lady Sigyn Odinson be brought back to Asgard; this is not a request but an order."
"To find her will not be an easy task," Fandral clarified. "Finding her will be harder than finding Loki. We have enough problems trying to locate Loki as—"
"Allfather demands Lady Sigyn Odinson be brought back to Asgard," Huginn and Muninn spat.
"Why the rush?" Sif inquired.
"The longer Lady Sigyn Odinson is with Prince Loki Odinson, the less likely Lady Sigyn Odinson will be recovered," they spoke impatiently. "This, Lady Sif and Sir Fandral the Dashing, you know already to be true. We request to speak to Crowning Prince Thor Odinson about this happening."
"He's gone," Darcy commented. "He's at the Waffle Restaurant with Steve, Volstagg, and Tony."
"We shall fetch him then," the ravens spoke. They turned around to head for their windowsill.
He jumped in front of them with him outstretched to halt Huginn. "No, no!" Fandral cut off. "You cannot do that."
"Why not?" There was no patience left in their spiteful, screechy voices.
Darcy wanted no more than to shove a cork down both their windpipes to shut them up. But then Darcy chuckled while they looked confused at Fandral's statement. "Have you seen what you two look like?" Her brown eyes searched them from head to toe, just trying to find something normal about them. "Your more likely to start a riot than to deliver Odin mail to Thor."
"Then fetch him for us," they hissed.
"Of course," Fandral complied with an exaggerated bow before the royal messengers. "We three shall go fetch him." He walked to Darcy, placing his hand over her mouth before she caused the ravens to molt their long hair for feathers. She glared angrily at him, but struggling against him as he dragged her out of the kitchen was useless. Damn Asgardians and their strength!
Sif waited till Fandral and Darcy were out of earshot to speak. She eyed them suspiciously while crossing her arms. "What more are you not telling me?" she asked intolerantly. They only remained silent. "Whatever you have to tell Thor, he will tell me and the rest of the Avengers. There is no use in holding back information that I can tell him on our way back here."
They were silent still.
She groaned. "The two of you are idiots," Sif complained, storming out of the kitchen.
Review and Answer:
To MaverikFlame: Starting stories has never been my strong point. My stories start off slowly walking and then take off running within a few chapters. I suppose that is because during the first two or three chapters I am still getting used to the characters and a feel for their personalities. Odin in particular is a personality that I love because even though he is considered the god of wisdom, he is also the god of deceit and slaying. I love the irony with him. I have found it a shame that no one on here has explored that yet.
To JannaKalderash: I've heard he's a child in the new comics, but I haven't read the comics themselves. All I know is that in those comics he is the protagonist ... so far. I would be very interested to see if they did bring Sigyn back into the comic and how she would fit into the whole scheme. Thank you for putting the story on your alerts!
To Not-so Lazy Reviewer: Very awesome name. I laughed when I read it! Loki is very much a jerk, even around Sigyn. I know in the old comics Loki was a bastard to Sigyn because she kept trying to keep him contained and out of trouble, and he felt he was being smothered. He was really, really nasty to her in that comic-verse. Though, at the end, he did show he did care for her. If I remember correctly, he even apologized?
To Ikuni Hattori: I'm glad you enjoyed it! Hopefully you liked this chapter just as much! Ironically, you reviewed on the same day I updated! So that wasn't too long of a wait.
To Byebye-babeh: That book is so awesome! Some of the stuff in there is weird, but the information is useful nonetheless. Thank you again for showing me it!
Borrowed Mythology:
* Fylgja is a female spirit that is attached to a person at birth. They act as guardian angels and only reveal themselves to the person right before they die. However, sometimes they are seen in their host's dreams, or in rare cases, present themselves to their host when they are awake.
* Huginn and Muninn are Odin's ravens. They act like messengers for him. In the epic poem, Odin says he is more concerned for Muninn than Huginn. He really likes to play favorites...
* Loki in mythology is able to change into a woman.
* In the old days, women were not suppose to be alone with men. There are many norse proverbs that say women are vile creatures that cannot be trusted because of how easily they can seduce a man.
* Loki slept with a quite a few women in mythology... He supposedly had children by these women. I mean more than just Sigyn and Angerboda. No one knows if these are lies or the truth.
* Even though Loki is her burden, she does continue to love him unconditionally. In a poem attested to them, Sigyn is said to be able to bring the joy out of Loki.
Borrowed Marvel Information:
* Loki does have a woman form in the comics, but this only comes around when he possesses Sif's body.
* Loki denied sleeping with women to Sigyn's face.
* In the old comics, Loki did kill Theoric out of jealousy for trying to marry Sigyn.
* For a long time, Loki resents marrying Sigyn. Even begs Allfather to annul the marriage at one point. So I tried to mix this up and show that even though he does love Sigyn, he's a bit of a commitment phobe.
* At some point in the comics, Loki does admit he is grateful for Sigyn. I believe they do make up after being estranged for years...
