TRIGGER WARNING: Sexual assult
Her mother, did in fact, almost injure her. She nearly flung herself onto Sigyn upon entering the room, when she remembered that she was hurt. She recoiled a bit, then affectionately kissed her forehead, congratulating her on getting better. Her father helped her stand up from her bed. This was the first time she had supported her own weight in days, thus resulting in a very wobbly, slow, and tedious walk home.
After the few days it took to regain her full strength, she was never still. She refused to stop moving after being idle for so long. It would drive her insane.
When she wasn't working, she was walking around the town, looking for things to do. At least, that's what she told herself. Lying to herself was becoming a regular thing. Stubbornly reminding herself over and over again that the only reason she was circling the entire village at least three times a day was because she was looking for ways she could help people and make herself useful. Not because she was looking for ways that she could find people. She reminded herself that what she felt that day wasn't love. She had just gone under severe trauma, and it messed with her thoughts.
Still... Loki was the one who kissed her. Not the other way around.
Or maybe she hallucinated that.
One day, she was walking back to her home after helping a young mother look after her children. She had repeated this cycle of pushing her thoughts down and looking around every corner of the village for a week or two, and she was giving up hope. Not that she was hoping for anything specific to happen, that is.
Even though the light in the sky had almost completely faded, children ran through the streets, playing with wooden swords and tackling each other. Street merchants were still advertising their wares, shouting to the passing crowd. Everyone was so cheerful, so happy. They didn't have a looming secret hanging over their heads. They didn't have their emotions in a constant battle, fighting for dominance.
She sighed, continuing down her path back to her home. She decided to take a less populated route so that she could be alone. She wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone. When Sigyn had turned the corner to her detour, she didn't see anybody. The only sound she heard was owls hooting in the distance. Still having absent thoughts, she wondered down the path, staring at the ground. Before she even heard someone coming, she almost bumped into someone standing directly in front of her.
"Oh, excuse me." She mumbled quietly, not bothering to look up. She moved to the side and started to walk forward, when an arm blocked her path. She snapped out of her depressed daze and looked up at the person not letting her pass. A man who she had never seen before stood in front of her.
"Well, hello there. How long have you been wondering around here? I don't think I remember seeing anyone as beautiful as you recently." He was smiling, but something behind the smile scared her.
"... I'm sorry, I-I need to go." She said quickly. She had barely taken a step when the man suddenly grabbed her tightly and put his hand on her mouth. Sigyn let out a muffled scream, trying to squirm out of his grasp, but she couldn't move at all beneath his strong arms.
"Shh. It's okay." He whispered as he dragged her around the corner of an ally. "I just need to borrow you for a minute, okay?" He slid one of the sleeves off of her shoulder, stroking her skin. Sigyn sobbed into his hand. She couldn't do anything. She was helpless in his death grip, his hot breath against her ear. She gave up trying, exhausted from trying to escape. The man must have noticed, because he held her tighter. She almost couldn't breath. Accepting her fate, she went limp, closing her eyes, trying not to feel anything. But waves of panic still rushed over her. She cried quietly, too terrified to scream anymore. The man had just started to lift up her skirt, when he suddenly made a grunting noise and fell to the ground, releasing her from his grasp. She jumped back and cried out in surprise. The man was still and silent where he lay.
She looked up from the ground to see Loki, his hands were fisted, teeth clenched, breathing heavily, and fury boiling over in his eyes.
Stunned, as this is the first time she had seen him in weeks, she stuttered, attempting to make words form in her mouth.
"Relax, I didn't kill him." He growled, turning around and starting to walk away.
"Wait!" She finally sputtered out. He didn't stop walking. She sprinted up in front of him, forcing him to stop. He looked down at her, rage still filled his expression. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his hand constantly twitching to one of the daggers in his belt. He was trying as hard as he could not to go back and actually kill him. Though she was still half crying, she reached out her own trembling hand and placed it on his. Giving him an "It's okay." Look. Her shaky breath and tear stained face obviously didn't help. He clenched his teeth harder and walked around her, going faster this time.
"Why are you avoiding me?!" She cried out, accidentally letting out a sob.
"I'm not avoiding you, I'm avoiding him before I change my mind and gouge his eyes out!" He shouted, turning around and walking back to her.
"... Please don't." she whispered. "No more violence. No more anger... Please." She started crying into her hands. She hadn't had a single break from trials ever since she met him. Why does trouble always seem to follow him?
His face softened as he sighed, defeated. Sigyn felt his fingers lift her head to face him. He had a small smile on his face. This was all Sigyn needed to stop crying.
They suddenly heard movement from where the man had collapsed. Loki's eyes snapped to his direction. Without looking away, he held out his hand toward her. She took it, and they ran toward the grove.
Author's note: Uh, hi again. I was so stuck on what to do next, but my friend helped me by reading one of her fics. So I'm back. Sorry this was so short. And rushed. And just all around awful. I just wanted it updated asap. I'm writing more now, so yeah.
