Arriving back at the gate, Thor and Odin begin to argue. I stand off to the side, invisible, like I always am. Loki walks over to me, "Back there you were about to say something, what was it?"

"Nothing."

"No, it was something and it was important. You were going to use your last moments to say it. What was it, Sig?"

"Not now, not here."

"When? Where, then?" He says coming nearer to me. He takes my hand in both of his and looks me in the eye. "We aren't who we were told we were, neither of us are and you know it."

"You're right, I do. But do you know what it means to me?" He doesn't answer, instead he lets my hand go and we both turn because we hear Thor shout, "AND YOU ARE AN OLD MAN AND FOOL!" Loki looks at Thor with an expression that seems to say, "Really?"

"You're right," Odin says, calmly. "I was a fool, to think that you were ready." Thor looks at him, confused and begging for mercy. I know what is going to happen. Everything is going perfectly according to the plan. Our move; get Odin to see that Thor was unworthy by being caught on Jotunheim. Thor gets banished to Midgard or wherever and we make Odin see that it was us all along that were born to rule. Slight complication; we're Frostgiants.

Loki and I decide to go into the weapons vault and see the casket. "It might not be true," he says, "it could've been just a trick of the light or something."

"Loki, you and I both saw it. It must be true." I want it to be true because if it is, then I don't have to hide anymore.

"Are you going to tell me now?" He asks.

"No."

"Why?" He asks, he sounds like only a child.

"Soon though, soon."

"Fine. Why so secretive anyway?"

"It's not like it's abnormal for me."

"True, true." He says.

We reach the vault and slip inside. The casket lies on the other side of the room across from the door. We approach it side by side, I walk around to the other side of it and take hold of the handles. Loki takes hold above my hands and together we lift it. The skin on our hands turns blue, the color creeps its way up my arms and his. I look at his face and my eyes grow wide, his face is blue and patterned with marking lines. His eyes are red with little, round, black pupils in the centre. And I'm guessing that I look the same. I hear a voice, but I can't see a face, therefore they can't see me. "Are we cursed?" Loki inquires, not turning around.

"No."

"Then what are we?" I ask, stepping out from behind Loki so that Odin may see me.

"You are my daughter and him, my son."

"No, we're less than that," Loki said, "what are we."

"I was hoping to avoid this," Odin said, "but you should know. Sigyn, you were born to myself and Frigga during a war with the Frostgiants. You were supposed to be a symbol of fidelity but when you were only weeks old you were stolen from us by the Jotuns. They took you back to Jotunheim and did unthinkable things to you there, they drained you of Asgardian blood and filled you with the blood of a dying Jotun warlord therefor turning you into a ruthless and corrupt girl who was born for one sole purpose, to bring death to all those who opposed her. They transformed you into one of them and we thought you lost. And as for you," He said, turning to Loki. "In the aftermath of a battle I went into the temple and I found a baby, small for a giants offspring, wrapped in a blanket, left to die. Laufey's son. I took the baby back hoping that it would one day grow to be a bridge of peace connecting Jotunheim to Asgard. A few days later, we found Sigyn lying at the gates. You had been irreversibly transformed. We kept you isolated but you grew more and more dangerous, you had power that we didn't understand and you were too young to be able to control it. Your mother and I had to send you away until you were strong enough to control it."

"You mean to tell me that I was returned to you, and you just threw me away again because you were afraid? Because you don't understand me? Because I am the one gone wrong, the one imperfection in a line in a line of purity?" I shout at him. "No, it's because I am a monster that you could never let anywhere near your precious throne! All this time spent telling me that I had a chance of becoming queen so you could give me hope and the rip it away! I am not the monster, you are!" I can't take it any more, the emotion coursing through my body right now is making me dizzy. I shove past Loki and Odin and run out of the room, through the winding halls and corridors, and into my room. I collapse on to my bed and cry. They have never loved me. They have always feared me. My whole life has been a lie, a scandal. And there is only one other who is like me. Only one other who understands. Loki.

"Sigyn," I hear a soft voice say, "Sig, wake up." I open my eyes and see Loki sitting on my bed gently shaking me awake. "How'd it go?" I ask, knowing he'd talked to Odin.

"He's fallen into the Odinsleep."

"Who's on the throne?"

"Who do you think?"

"Just asking!"

"Sigyn, what was it you wanted to tell me on Jotunheim? And you can't put it off any longer"

"Oh. Loki, I…" He slides closer to me. I can feel my body temperature rise and color rush to my face. "I…"

"I know." He says as he puts his hand on my cheek and strokes my eyebrow with his thumb. "How?" I ask.

"Well, for one thing, your pupils dilated." Well, that would be a dead give away, I think. "Also, despite all the anger and hate and distrust inside me, I can never feel that towards you. I have only ever felt unwavering…" He stops, he can't say it.

"You don't need to say it." I tell him.

"But I want to." He replies. He stares deeper into my eyes as if he is searching for something, something he desperately wants.

"Sigyn, I'm in love with you."

With Thor gone, there isn't anyone standing between me and the throne. Well, me and Loki. I still haven't gotten used to that. I've lived my whole life (1,048 years) with a longing that I thought could never be satisfied. That was one of the reasons I'd never had any friends when I was younger. All the Asgardian girls swooning over my spoiled, stupid, arrogant brother and I had feelings for my other brother. If anyone had found out, they would've been horrified. I lived in guilt most of my life, never falling in love with anyone, no one ever falling in love with me. But, discovering that I am pretty much as far from a sister as you can get with Loki has made all the pain and silence I have gone through worth it. For the first time in forever, I'm free.

I twirl around my room like I'd seen so many girls do when I was younger, I would've laughed or scoffed at them. Now I know love like they never can. I know what it feels like to be saved. And the feeling makes me want to sing, which I've never done before. I know how, it's not that it's hard. I've just never tried, never felt good enough to. But no I'm spinning around my room and humming softly. Then I loose all control and start singing the love song I'd helped Sjöfn write when we were younger (I'd written her lyrics in exchange for a gold hair-pin). She was always in love and making sure other people were too, besides, she promised me she'd leave me alone if I helped her. I never thought I'd actually sing it though. It is about a forbidden love, as love is what she seems to constantly be involved in. The words of the song have so much more meaning to me now than when I'd written it. My voice carries well and sounds nice to my own ears. I sustain the last note until it is only a ghostly ringing in the halls, then I fall backward on to my big, soft bed. I wrap the blankets tightly around me and look at the ceiling. I can't help but smile as I fall deeply asleep. For the first time in my life things are actually starting to go in my favor. For the first time, I get what I've wanted and what I've been waiting for for a thousand years.