Chapter 6 The Pant on Niflheim
'Darts? Seriously?' Loki shouted to her as they ran.
'My darts have incredibly sharp blades and they are poisoned, your dagger seems weaker!' Angrboda teased him.
'Well,' replied Loki, 'technically that's a knife.'
They began to fight, two of them versus a large group of soldiers, they both knew they were lucky, as Thanos wiped out half the population of the universe, or else the army would be much stronger than the one they were facing now.
When they fought Loki looked at her, she was relentless and she was as brave as a man. He knew they were strong, but after all, he knew they were nothing compared to an army of soldiers, they were able to keep themselves alive but they kept moving backwards.
Soon they found themselves entered a long, wide, limestone staircase, directly leading to a dull, black, huge castle, Loki stared at that castle, he was very familiar towards it, but he couldn't tell what it was. When he stood still there, a sharp long, sword slid through his chest, leaving a wound there.
'Loki!' Angrboda shouted as she grabbed his arm, and ran directly to the castle with him.
He felt warm blood flowing out from his body, he felt like he was surrounded by thousands of sharks biting him, which reminded him of the tortures Thanos gave him.
He didn't dare to look, so he just followed the girl.
She led him to the top of the stairs, where the castle door was right in front of them.
He was panting hard when he reached there, she looked around the battlefield, there was soldier everywhere, forming an oval shape around them, right in front of the castle's door, they were trapped.
Then she looked at him.
As she frowned she opened the castle's front door with all her strength, through a little gap she pulled him inside, and shut the front door with a bang, the inside of the castle was a complete darkness, not even a trim of light could be seen.
Loki was sitting on the cold ground, he looked at his hands within the blue glowing light Angrboda made, there was crimson blood all over them, and they were shaking.
He didn't want to die like that.
He had gone through a lot, mental breakdowns, tortures, jails, stabs, chokings⦠but he didn't want to die like that, slowly, horribly.
Suddenly he felt a snug, warm magic flowing through his body while he looked down and saw a glowing blue light, the magic was so familiar, so familiar to the one he encountered thousands of times before, he felt like crying, just as a young boy crying over his mother's shoulders.
Figga?
Frigga used to do that to him and his brother very oftenly, every time when they were injured during a fight, every time when he disgusted himself and stabbed his brother, every time when his brother was bitten by some random snakes he picked up, every time when their father was not by their side. The magic was supposed to be taught on her last sorcery lesson with him, but she never had the time.
And this girl was using the same sorcery right in front of him right now, she felt so much like her.
As tears ran down his face he grinned at her, 'I did not know you know "healing".'
She smiled at him, 'it was on the last page of my mother's sorcery book, I learnt it by myself after her death.'
Loki realised his body was completely healed as he felt no pain, so he sat up straight, 'well, that's pretty awesome, sorcery books. And by now, we're trapped.'
'I don't think we can get out of here in a short period of time, perhaps we shall take a rest?.' Angrboda replied.
She sat down beside him, and together they shared a beautiful silence.
Then, moments later, the mysterious girl suddenly tended to speak, 'actually, I have another name.'
'I've been looking forward to hearing about it.' Loki smiled.
'I was named Sigyn by my biological parents,' she continued, 'as I have told you, my father was a frost giant but my mother was an Asgardian. My parents were not accepted by both their races, the race of giants and of Asgardians. So that's why I spent a few years living in the underground of Jotunheim. Later on, we moved to Midgard and settled down there. When I was about eight at the human age my father was driven mad by a kind of dark magic he owned, he killed off my mother as the dark magic devoured him, but I survived.'
He listened to her calm but shaky voice, looked at her watery eyes, they were black which vessels of red, he didn't know why, but perhaps because of Frigga, he felt her pain and his heart pounded.
He saw the girl blinked her eyes hard to distinguish the tears, then she kept going, 'sooner or later, a woman named Echidna found me, she was known as the witch. She taught me fighting skills which she called self-defending. But she could not, she never could replace my mother, she barely was. I mean, though I call her mother by name, she only teaches me how to fight, but she rarely stays with me.'
Then she looked at Loki, 'and I knew your story, you don't have to talk about it, no hard feelings.'
A thousand voices echoed across Loki's mind, he badly empathised with her, he wanted to give her the love she deserved but he feared, he wanted to love her but he feared. So at last he only spoke softly, 'are you alright?'
'Yes, of course! I'm used to all these!' Between her teeth she squeezed a smile, and she lifted her voice as nothing had happened.
No, no, he had spent some time with this girl, she rarely laugh or talk with her voice lifted, she was faking her smile, she was strong, strong enough to withstand all sorts of despairs life gave her, which she did not deserve, and she was stronger than him, tougher than him.
He reached out his hand to touch her strand of messy braided hair, while she reflectively moved backwards, then she, too, put her hand on his hand.
The blue magic was sparkling in front of them, she saw fire in their eyes and she felt the chemical that blasted.
Slowly Loki leaned forwards and she felt their lips touched.
Angerboda looked at him, his fabulous face glowed while the blue light reflected on it, she closed her eyes.
She felt connection, she felt acceptance, and she felt love, sexual love.
Once in her life she finally felt that she was not alone, she had a companion and could rely on others, she was finally an interdependent creature, and she need not tell herself that she's on her own all the time now.
And so did him.
He felt someone can finally trust him, regardless of what he had done, whom he had been. He felt he was finally capable of loving, of understanding the term 'love', and was more than an emotionless monster. All of a sudden, all his fears went away, he didn't only longed to be protected, but now longed to protect others, it was her, she was no more a mystery, she's living, and he knew her.
He put his hands on her face, her skin was tender, and she hugged him with her arms on his neck.
First kiss, with tongues, temperature, everything.
Hi, I'm the writer of the story and I want to clarify a few things about Angrboda's name.
Angrboda and Sigyn are two different people in both the Norse mythology and Marvel comics. Sigyn is Loki's lawful wife and Angrboda is only his 'booty call', in my story I combined the two characters and some of their characteristics, so please forgive me if it's a little bit confusing!
