Tearing God Asunder
A/N: Anyway, found this little plot bunny I typed out a looooooooooong time ago. And so, instead of just posting this as a one shot, I decided to give it a home in this story. So with some minor editing to place this chapter into the story, it is here! I do particularly like this chapter because it gives more depth and bring more characters in that I have neglected. This is also the beginning of a new part! But before the new part, I would personally like to thank for the support given to this story through favs, alerts, and reviews. I have greatly appreciated the feedback! I would also like to thank those who are like me, who hardly ever review but are loyal to a story. So thank you all so much!
Cheers to the new part!
PART II – With the Bad Comes the Good
Those who do not know how to weep with their whole heart do not know how to laugh either. - Golda Meir
Thor had kept himself usually observant after his talk with his mother. Over the course of over six weeks, Thor had come to understand that no one noticed the difference between Amora and Sigyn. The God was deeply bothered by this. She was a Goddess, wife to his brother, and part of the royal family. This was in part because she had been so quiet. All Amora had to do was remain silent, smile here or there, and stay contently to herself in order for the guards to believe she was actually Sigyn. But for Thor, now knowing Amora was an imposter, all he could fixate on were all the attritubes that separated her from Sigyn. When Amora would hum, he would scowl because she sounded nothing like Sigyn. Instead of sweet lullabies sung in a foreign tongue, she would have this bitter note to common songs. While Sigyn was like his mother, poised and collected while comforting, Amora reminded him of forced kindness. She honestly didn't possess the heart in her to even put her heart into her work. He found himself more and more wanting to bash Amora against the wall because of how irritating she had become.
Secondly, Theoric was now a Crimson Hawk. This was of no surprise to Thor considering the half-breed possessed such natural talent in both magic and swordsmanship. He appeared to be such a good fit for Balder's elite soldiers. He conversed easily with the commoners but maintained that sense of leadership without coming off as arrogant. Every other word out of the man's mouth were words of gratitude. Theoric also carried himself now with a deep sense of pride; which arose from fulfilling one of his deepest desires—to protect his home and the people who had chosen to accept him, despite his differences. At near seven foot and with diluted brown skin with blue highlights in the sunlight, Theoric towered over everyone in Asgard. His Jötunn heritage was clear by the dark runes embedded in his skin, red irises, and pink scalera. Intimidating could scarely describe the man. The deep, scars that circled his neck added a menacing edge to the rather soft-hearted teddy bear. Having his chocolate hair weaved into two long braids did nothing to hide his shame. No, he was completely sure Theoric found no shame in his heritage. It was something that was beyond the man's control. Thor couldn't help but feel Theoric was a very intelligent and brave man for arriving at such a controversial conclusion.
Thirdly, Theoric very well knew that his Sigyn was gone. Thor thought him odd for continuing to show such affection that should have been reserved for Sigyn to Amora. He did so openly by how he wrapped his great arm around her feminine frame or sought to steal a kiss whenever the opportunity presented itself. The God was filled with vile disgust for Theoric at first, but then... Thor wondered if Theoric was only pretending to do so. Having not spent anytime with Theoric until just recently, he had no idea to tell how genuine his actions were. At least until he saw that purse of his mother's lips when she joined him one afternoon to exercise the stallions through the city's streets. Then he understood why Sigyn had truly left this realm.
Theoric did not love her back... Not anymore.
"I am happy for Theoric," Frigga commented while her son sat in the window, looking at Asgard. Thor's brows sank closer to his eyes, and his pupils became smaller underneath the additional weight. "Tis about time he found himself a proper woman."
"And what of Sigyn?" Thor asked disapprovingly. "She loves him."
"No, she does not," his mother answered as she spun her threads with ease. "She may say she does, but she and Theoric and have not been close since the feast where Sigyn danced with Loki. Hence forth, moments before the feast, I encouraged Loki to do an act for Sigyn. She and Theoric—" The Goddess put down her threads and needles onto her lap and sighed. "They long ago grew out of love with each other." Thor turned his quizzical, critical stare to his mother. Frigga softened her brown eyes. "People grow and can out grow love, my son. You know this."
He looked down to his feet. "Amora said Sigyn left for Midgard because of Theoric," the God mumbled. "She thought Sigyn departed so she could live vicariously through Jane and me."
Frigga chuckled. "Do not believe every word from the mouth of that enchantress, my son," she advised. "Amora knows not of much. Why, the other day, I overheard her saying Njord is still married to Öndurdís; which is not true. But—" His mother paused. "I have no doubt Sigyn will say Theoric is the reason for her wanting to return to Asgard. That will be only a mask for the real reason she would wish to return."
"Which would be?"
"To come home to her family," she answered sincerely.
He nearly went cross-eyed from confusion. "Why would she need an excuse to deceive people?"
His mother's face became grave. "For the same reason she shall never refer to Njord as her father. I suspect she would find herself disloyal if she claimed her Æsir family more important than her Jötunn family," she enlightened. She put aside her needles and threads to walk to her son and place her cooling hands on him. But all her touches could not erase the distrust he held so unconsciously in his eyes for her. Instead of having a pained expression, the Goddess seemed to accept that look. Her expression, her acceptance, told Thor she had seen the distrust before, and he could easily guessed who the look came from. Thor looked away, causing his mother to sigh. "If you worry so much about Sigyn and wish her home, then go to Jane on Midgard and bring Sigyn home."
"I cannot go to Midgard more than you can fly," Thor dismissed.
Frigga's lips pursed at his words. "Did your father not say at one time that Mjölnir has the power to destroy and create?" He turned his head wildly to his mother. There was the slightest of smirks. She gave him a light pat before heading back to her golden chair. "You know what to do now, my son."
"Why do you tell me this now?" Thor questioned.
The Goddess was already busing herself with her threads. "You needed a light push in the right direction."
He stood. "Did you do the same to Sigyn?" The words came out before he even thought of them.
"She too, needed some guidance to make her decisions," she answered coolly. "The threads must come true."
Thor stormed out of the room. The palace quacked beneath each of his hurried steps. The guards turned their heads towards him, half expecting to see Fenrir charging down foaming at the mouth. Well, Thor wasn't far off from foaming at the mouth from rage. His face was turning deep shades of red and purple, and the veins in his head and neck threatened to explode! The guards scattered away as he approached. Their scattering caught the attention of Sif. Casually dressed and without her numerous weapons dangling from her belt, Thor strolled completely strolled passed her until she shouted, "Thor!" The look he gave her would had been enough to silence her and keep her away, but after dealing with his whimsical nonsense about Jane and those heartfelt pains for herself, she had become accustomed, even numb, to those looks. Instead she huffed before charging right up to him, eager to meet his challenge.
"Go away, Sif," he commanded through a growl. He carried on, but Sif, the warrior she was, kept pace with him. Her feet struck just as loud and hard against the ground as Thor's. "I said go away."
"No," she barked. "I do not cower to enemies, and I do not cower to friends, least of all you, Thor." There was reason in her voice and passion. He stopped in his tracks and looked to Sif. She had her face all scrunched up like a crunched piece of paper. "You need to calm yourself before you go rushing off like you did at Jotunheim."
"I am completely calm," Thor argued, not caring if it was a lie. He couldn't tell if his words were lies at this point; they came too quickly out of his mouth for him to think about like a sane, cool, collected prince. "Did you know about Sigyn? About Amora!" There was no mistaking that all of Asgard could hear their prince yell out his anger and frustration. "And what of my brother?"
"What are you saying?" Sif asked angrily. She closed the gap between them. The heat that came off either of them was near unbearable for her. Thor by his labored breaths clearly was feeling the heat. "I do not know anything." Sif paused to collect her thoughts and look over Thor again. He never came this unglued without good reason. "What madness have you discovered?"
"All of Asgard is mad!" he ranted. But the words could barely scratch the surface of what he felt. If he knew the words to say, oh by Odin's beard, Thor would be yelling them out so all the World Tree could know! The God lifted his great arms and Mjölnir to motion to his mother's chambers, to his father's throne room, and to the rest of Asgard. It was all he could do to demonstrate his rage. "I have learned that my mother is the cause for such great unrest."
"What unrest?" Sif inquired hastily. She threw a finger to his chest to strike her point. "You know not of any unrest. You have been absent from the assemblies as of late. Do you even know that Thrym has taken the spot as King of Jotunheim? And that he has declared war on Asgard?"
"What?" His facial expression caught up a second later with his bewildered word. But the shock fell immediately into apathy for the situation. It was not his fault nor his problem at this point. After all, why concern himself with people who only sought to tell him half-truths or keep silent about the truth! He hated to admit it, but after how Loki had lied to him, his own brother, he could not help but be paranoid that his whole family might be nothing more than thieves and liars. As shameful as it sounded, Thor was too good to be concerned with thieves and liars. Any consequences they received were deserved.
"Yes!" the Goddess snapped! "But what would you know? You are too caught up with that mortal to even care for your home." Sif looked to him; her eyes were searching his for any sense to use against him to get him to stay. Silently but loudly in her mind, she wanted him to look back at her with the same hurt that was born out of passion. She wanted him to see the passion she held for him every time she was allowed to glance his way. The warrior-maiden yearned for him to stare back at her with that same passion, not caring if it came in the form of fury.
"Maybe I do not consider Asgard my home or these people my family anymore!" Thor growled.
His words hit Sif hard and crushed her lungs. She stumbled back, catching herself on a marble pillar. Her eyes never left his. Sif's jaw hit the ground hard, just like her heart. "Wha-what?" she gasped breathlessly.
"You heard me," he huffed. He swiftly turned his back to her and marched down the steps.
"And what are you going to do? Go for a swim off the waterfall of Asgard?" Sif snarled like an animal. "This is your home, Thor! You live here!"
"No, I will not live in a place full of lies and deceit," he howled. "If you choose so, then that is your decision, Sif, but I will not." His feet could not carry him fast enough to Bifröst. "Tell my father I am going home to Jane," he ordered, as if she was nothing more than the common scum on the bottom of his shoe. He had never felt such relief come from a single sentence, like someone had lifted the world off of his shoulders. The next breath he drew was cool enough to blow out of the fire in his heart. It all came together when Mjölnir lifted him to the sky and guided him to the rainbow bridge. Sif was glad that he was too far gone to see her angry tears fall from her eyes.
He didn't deserve to see them.
Thor, that ungrateful prince, hadn't changed. He was still that arrogant prince.
They, Asgard, didn't deserve someone like him.
No, they deserved something better...
A/N: Oh, I do love Frigga so much. So dedicated to her threads and ensuring that the future happens exactly how she plans. Tsk. Tsk. But I do love this chapter. Not entirely Sigyn/Loki-centric I know. There were a few things tied in there. Once again, we see that Sigyn too is capable of lying. She and Theoric are not in love. And Theoric is in love with Amora. Gotta wonder, as brought up last chapter, how sincere was Sigyn in what she said? I fear she and Loki have only dug themselves deeper into their graves. Switching gears away from Loki/Sigyn, this chapter is very crucial and sets forth so much to happen. Which, this being a whole Loki/Sigyn story, majorly impacts them. I also felt the need to include why Thor is going to come back to Earth. Do not get me wrong by any means because I do thoroughly believe he would return to Earth to honor his word to Jane; however, I believe he would need more of an incentive to stay on Earth as a full-time Avenger. I guess, what I am saying, is that Thor needed something to give Earth more value to him than Asgard. Family deceit seemed like a pretty good reason why he might believe Earth to be his home over Asgard. Also good because now we have a logical reason how the bridge was repaired. Never doubt the powers of the hammer!
