Sigyn was in agony as she lifted her head up to smell gun power and blood. She wanted to throw up, but it only made her wounds hurt more. She was soaked in her own blood. The red had stained through the carpet.

"Babies.." She managed to groan. She heard arguing downstairs, but where was her children. Her arms were bleeding and it hurt to move her body, but she pressed on. She had to fight for her children. There were several bullet holes in the wall and the bed was covered in blood. Victor's body was slumped over. His shirt was stained red with blood and several holes were punched through his back. Helena was slumped over with her hair in her face and Noah's eyes were open like a baby doll and a bullet hole through his chest.

Sigyn's heart dropped through her stomach. Her jaw dropped and her head was shaking. "No." She said as several droplets of blood exited down the side of her mouth.

"Vi-Victor? Helena? No-Noah don't—no—babies—my babies—"

"Mummy?" She heard Helena cough. Sigyn moved as quickly as she could. She checked for any signs of life in her boys. There was none. She moved the stray hairs from Helena's face. "Hi, mummy." She said.

"Baby," Sigyn said. "Mummy's here, mummy's going to get you out of here."

The memory flashes became stronger and more intense. She remembered every details of her life that had once felt like dream. They were coming quicker by the second. She remembered Vanaheim, Asgard, earlier travels to Midgard, Loki's short funeral—she was the only who was weeping hysterically, her marriage, the experiment, Loki being chained with a muzzle attached to the bones in his jaw. She remembered it all. She felt stronger and her vision was had strengthen. She hoped it would transfer to her only living child. She wanted to stay with her dead babies, but she had to save her daughter. She picked Helena up and hugged her tightly.

Her rage was building inside of her as she dragged the two of them out of the room. The arguing became louder and louder the closer she got. She felt rage boiling inside of her. The same rage she felt toward Sif as she made fun of Sigyn's mother. That uncontrollable rush of ice through her veins and the fire in her palm of her hand, those feelings returned. That magic she had kept locked was being released. Her heartbeat was in her ears. Every step was agony, but it was worth it. She had made her way close to the stairs. She expected to see Loki sprawled out on the floor like their children with crimson rubies still falling from his wounds and his eyes staring up into nothing.

"How the fuck did he survive that?" She heard one agent say. His voice was familiar, especially with the ton of panic in his voice. She knew that voice much better than she had wished to know. From the corner of her eye she saw black hair that looked messy and dirty. Helena coughed up blood that spilled in her front and on Sigyn, but she didn't notice. Clint was the first to see her.

"Holy shit, you're alive."

Sigyn's rage blinded her resolve for a moment. She looked around the room to see a room full of hunters who slaughtered her family. She tossed a bloody hand in front of her.

Remember the spell.

The warm heat released from her sending flames throughout the room. The agents scattered like ants. She wanted to see Clint's skin melting off his face, but he had ducked in time and scattered amongst them. Loki stood up injured, but he looked well considering the hole he had between his eyes. Dried blood stained down the side of his face.

"Daddy?" Helena said. "I can't see."

"Ssh," He said, limping toward the two of them. Their house was burning around them, but it was as if they were moving faster than the world around him. He picked Helena up and cradled her to his chest. "We're going to help you."

"I feel cold." She said.

"I know. Hang on for daddy."

"I can't see. It's too bright."
Sigyn put her head close to Helena and placed a small kiss on her bleeding lips. No matter how hard they tried it would be too late.

"I think I'm going to sleep now." She coughed.

"Sleep peacefully." Loki said rocking her in his arms like he did when she was a small premature baby.

"We love you." Sigyn said, kissing her child's temple.

"Love—" Her eyes drifted off to stare at her father and her pink lips parted. Sigyn could not see anymore. Her whole world became mute and her legs gave out of her. She fell to her knees and screamed her pain. Tears, saliva and blood fell from her. Her whole body felt as if it were stronger than it had ever been. Her whole body ached and her vision blacked out for a moment. The fire began to spread and it became harder to breathe. And then she felt the bitter cold of night air fanning her skin. She opened her watery eyes to see blonde hair fanning over a woman's face. Her black and green striped dress was stained with blood. Sigyn assumed it was more than likely not her own.

The ground was far from under her. She was flying. Surrounding Amora was green wisps that resembled cloth that moved with her. Loki was sitting on the curb absent from this world, but still cradled Helena tightly to him. Amora placed Sigyn on the ground when she became aware of small crowd of people who stepped out of their beds to watch her.

"Is she a mutant?" She heard one boy say. She thought he was referring to Amora.

"Well, she looks normal." She heard another say.

"Are you alright?" Amora said cupping Sigyn's cheek. "Were you hit in the head? Answer me."

"Get my children." She said. "They're gone, but do not let their bodies turn to ash."

Amora nodded. Sigyn grabbed her arm. For ten years she could not do magic, but now she could. It was her training, her purpose, and the bind that tied the trio together. "Thank you, blood sister." She said kissing Amora on the cheek and making her way down the street. She had only realized that her bloodied feet were bare.

"Sigyn!" Amora called.

"Get my children and watch over my husband." Sigyn said. She thought she heard a snicker coming from the crowd. She turned her head and saw the warped faces of the crowd smiling, snickering and staring at her.

"Why are you filthy mortals laughing at me?" She mumbled. There had always been laughs and chuckles. The Warriors Three made her the butt of all their cruel jokes when it came to her courting Loki. There were jokes the Aesir made about the Vanir being slaughtered along with the head of her Father, King Kolgrim rolling before Odin's feet. "STOP LAUGHING AT ME!" she screamed, pulling the glass from windows to fall on the crowd. The screams, scatters and glass piercing the skin and bodies of the crowd made her smile. The ice rush made her feel greater, more powerful.

She flipped over the car to land on several people running out of the way. The spells and incantations rushed through her mind so quickly she couldn't decide what to do next.

Frenzy.

She blew the spell into the and let the frenzy and insanity take it's place in the air. People were screaming, running in all directions. She was lost in the chaotic world before her. She had hit her rock bottom and she would be damned if she would suffer it alone.

"SIGYN!" She heard. She turned to look over her shoulder to see Clint holding his arrow aimed straight for her. "Do not make me kill you."

"After what you've to my children!" She said. "They're dead because of you! You had to take everything from me! I will not rest until each and every single one of you has suffered!"

"Then your business is with me! Not them!"

"Very well then." Sigyn said charging toward him. He had perfect aim. He never missed a shot. He could kill her if he wanted to, but he couldn't bring himself to do something he had done several thousand times before. She wasn't a paid kill, or a homicidal serial killer, she wasn't well, she wasn't thinking, but she wasn't going to stop until everyone paid. He shot her in the arm. It was a clean shot, only enough to slow her down. She ripped the arrow out and tossed it aside.

"Disappointing!" She said tossing a ball of fire toward him. He dodged to the right to avoid it, but caught his left shoulder in the fiery heat. He could feel the skin sizzle and his flesh exposed. He grit his teeth through the pain and aimed another arrow to wrap a rope around her. She reached her hand up to touch the ropes until they turned into snakes and slithered into the gutter. She exhaled a battle cry so fierce it made the hair on Clint's neck stand up.

"I'm trying my best not to kill you!" He screamed at her.

"A goddess is not easily subjugated."

She focused on the spell to fly. She felt her body lift in the air and clumsily flew toward him and snatched him up. She went high into the sky where she couldn't see the buildings only dim lights.

"I'm sorry, Sigyn!" He called up to her. "For everything! I am truly sorry."

"You're not sorry. The ones you love are still living and breathing! My children are gone!" She held him by the throat while her other hand reached into his chest. His heartbeat was against her palm and with a single squeeze she would see the light leave his eyes. "It's all your fault!"

"I DIDN'T ORDER THEIR DEATHS!" He said through his contracted throat. "I CARED ABOUT YOUR KIDS!"

"Then join them!" she said tossing him with all her might back toward the city and falling through the air. Clint knew he couldn't survive a fall such as this. His mind was going back to the other times he was staring down the barrel of a gun held by death. He never felt guilt for what he's done. He was always taking out the bad guys of the world, but Sigyn was one of the few things he regretted doing. It crossed the line.

Sigyn watched, as Clint became a smaller and smaller dot. Her rage hadn't dimmed, but she began to think. His punishment should be more severe than a fall to death. She flew toward him focusing on maintaining her balance in the air. She grabbed him by the collar and heard him groan in pain.

"No, no," she said. "You're not going to evade your punishment that quickly. "

"What are you going to do?"

"Maybe I'll pay a visit to your little ex wife that you love so dearly. Maybe I'll gut her like a animal."

"If you hurt her—"

"You'll what? Kill me! Go on and do it! I do not care about living any longer! You'll be doing me a favor so I won't have to do it myself!" Clint looked up to see the stray moment of vulnerability. It was her or Bobbi. He reached into his pocket to remove his knife. He could get her in the ribs and it would be an easy kill. He knew how to slit a throat.

"Sigyn," he said. "You do not belong here. I can help get you home. I swear on my life, but if you hurt Bobbi—"

"As long as it hurts you, I'll do it!" Clint stuck the knife in her already injured hand and she immediately let go of him. He attempted to grab the side of a building or a clothesline like he had seen in plenty of movies to save his life. He felt his ribs crack as a large arm caught him. He groaned in pain and knew he would pay the price for his action in the morning.

"Barton, are you wounded?" Thor asked holding his hammer tightly and delivering him to safety at the top of a rooftop.

"No. Except my ribs." He groaned, holding his side.

"Do not worry. You should go and find Bobbi. I will handle my sister." Thor told him.

"She just lost her children. She needs to wake up before she hurts herself along with everyone else. We need someone who can calm her down." Clint explained, his mind was racing, but there wasn't anyone they could trust with this task.

Thor gave him a grief stricken look. "Where's my brother?"

"Somewhere back there. I don't know. What about Amora?"

Thor shook his head. "Amora would enjoy this."

"But Amora cares about Sigyn."

"You're right. If she keeps up this anger, her magic will backfire and she'll be damaged or dead."

"Then we need to tell her."

Sigyn was levitating in the air watching Thor interact with Barton. She shoved a stream of fire at Thor. It threw him from the building Clint was on. He flew back, but kept his distance. The wind had picked up and the streetlights and electricity in the inside of the building began to flicker with the intensity of her anger.

"Sister," Thor exclaimed. "Stop this madness before you harm another living soul."

"YOU DARE!" She said, tossing a large fire bolt at him. He deflected it with his hammer. She charged at him until they were nose to nose. "AFTER THE MORTALS YOU CARE SO DEARLY ABOUT MURDERED MY CHILDREN! THEY MASSACRED THEM! YOUR BROTHER SHUT ME OUT!"

"Sister, I know you are in pain and I know you feel this is my fault. But I never wanted you to be hurt. You know only a portion of the story. You know not the reason why."

The wind became more intense. "Because you always hated Loki and you hated that we were married! YOU HATED ME!"

"I loved you and Loki!" Thor shouted. "I will always love both of you, no matter what you do to me. It is tragic, isn't it? I welcomed you into our family, into our home. You are my sister."

"I am not your sister and Loki is not your brother. You hated us!" Her voice was cracking with every word. She sounded as if she were trying to convince herself more than him.

"Please, Sigyn, let me take you home. We shall go home where you and Loki can recuperate from this tragedy."

"What is your definition of home, Odinson?" She saw two black birds fly past her nose and called to her. She gave them a glare and tossed a spark of electricity at them. Thor touched her cheek gently. He looked into her eyes to find the girl with the curls in her hair, always smiling and chattering away in her strange Vanir accent. He wanted that girl back, but a monster replaced her.

"Home is where your family is. Odin will not punish you or Loki. It was an error in judgement. I will explain—"

"Perhaps I should just kill Jane and your brat too. You would leave us be."

"You will not touch her!" Thor raised Mjolnir. Sigyn touched the muscular arm that held the hammer.

"Kill me! Do it! I want you to do so!"

"Give up! Any attempt to hurt someone to bring your children back won't work."

"Perhaps not." She said. Several large pieces of iron she gathered with a wave of her hand, she tossed at Thor. The first one caught him by surprise, but the others he deflected with the hammer. When they metal was gone so was she. The wind had calmed and the flickering of the lights stopped. He feared where she was next.

On the ground Loki watched the chaos unfold with wide eyes, but he was not fearful. His mind was beyond comprehension. The building was burning behind him, but he refused to move. It could collapse and crush him. It didn't matter. He hoped if anything it would be quick and painless death.

He felt his arm be jerked up by Amora who shook him. "Loki!" She screamed. "Can you hear me."

He looked up at her and then to his dead Helena. Amora placed her hands on each side of his face. She was screaming at him over the noise of the building collapsing. He couldn't hear her voice. He couldn't hear anything. He saw the bodies of his children being zipped in a body bag and led away. He couldn't save them, but he wouldn't let them have Helena.

A man walked up to him and tried to take away Helena from his arms. A pain in his chest erupted and he clenched onto her limp arm.

Amora pulled him away with all her strength, but he held onto her. "There's nothing we can do." She said.

He was becoming increasingly aware of everything. He felt another pair of hands force open his and the material of her shirt came from his hands. "No." he said. He looked up to see his brother pulling him away.

"Come, brother."

"Get off of me!" Loki screamed. The pain in his chest increased. He smacked Thor in the face with all his might. Caught off guard Thor nearly stumbled backwards, but caught himself.

"Brother, stop this! This is not about us—" Loki tackled him down and wrapped his arms around his neck. He was going to break his neck. He was responsible for this. Loki's rage made him determined. This was what he wanted. He wanted to be the one to break the the mighty Thor. Thor pulled Loki off of him, tossing him into a parked car.

"Brother, Sigyn is out of control! You need to listen!"

Loki stood up and grabbed the car behind him tossing it at his brother. Thor knocked it out of the way with his hammer. With Loki's next spell he threw a black ball of energy at him, hitting him in the chest.

Amora was the only one who listened. She tossed a spell at Loki paralyzing him. Loki fell backwards and onto the curb.

"What was it about Sigyn?" She asked Thor as he brushed the dirt off the front of his clothes.

"She's entered a rage. I don't know if she can control her magic for much longer."

"She could kill herself."

"Can you calm her down?"

Amora shrugged. "I-I don't know. I never had to. Loki can. He's done it before."

Thor leaned over his brother. "I need you to do this, please brother. You do not want your wife to perish."

Loki would've shaken his head if he had the ability. He would have to agree to do this. It was for Sigyn. He never would've forgiven himself if he lost her.

Sigyn landed herself on the ground. Her head was dizzy from the magic and she felt weak. She leaned against the brick wall of an apartment complex. She assumed she was in Brooklyn by the look of it. She placed her hand to her head and groaned. She was tired. Her whole body was aching and the magic made her body feel as if she was laying on needles.

"Stay right there." She heard. "Don't move."

She turned to look over her shoulder. Several men in police uniforms were pointing their guns at her. She turned around and made her way toward them. She could feel her rage boiling again.

"Put your hands on your head—"

She ran toward him as fast as she could, breaking his arm and snapping his neck. The cops began to fire at her. She used the dead police officer as a shield before setting their cars on fire to explode before them. One landed on top of a few of them. She took off, running down the street as fast as she could. She couldn't run for long when she saw S.H.I.E.L.D trucks in front of her.

"Sigyn Laufeyson," A woman with her brown hair pulled back appeared. "Surrender now."

"You—you—animals!" Sigyn stuttered. "You murderers! You butchered innocent children."

Hill frowned and spoke into her microphone again. "Sigyn, this is your last chance."

"No, this is your last chance. If you want to live another day of your wretched life, you'll get out of my way!"

"You've been warned." Hill said before giving her agents the nod that it was okay to fire at will. Before any member of S.H.I.E.L.D could lift their weapons she released a frightful wave of power she did not think she could muster causing the trucks surrounding the woman's to explode. Many agents jumped out of the vehicles and began to run for cover.

"Back up! We need back—" Hill called into her earset. She felt the truck lift up into the air. The bloodied face of the goddess was the last thing she saw as she tossed the truck. Hill jumped out at the last minute before the truck collapsed onto a pair of buildings. Sigyn spotted the woman with red hair who she now recognized as Natasha or Black Widow. She and several agents including one with black hair were taking cover inside a boarding house that had been evacuated.

Sigyn crawled into the window of the same building and rummaged through the closets and dressers of the rooms looking for anything as a weapon. She found the boardroom of an old fire fighter by the uniform in his closet. She picked up the axe leaning against the wall next to his helmet. She didn't know how, but the axe began to glow a fiery orange with her touch.

She pressed her ear to the door for any sign of movement.

"Clint?" Natasha called into her earset. She spoke in a strained whisper. Sigyn had disappeared moments ago and she could be anywhere. "Clint, are you there? Do you copy?"

There was no response.

"Hill? Hill, do you copy? Maria, do you copy? Someone answer!"

Once again there was no answer.

"Someone has to make sure there was survivors from the crash."

Telly brushed his black hair out of his face. "Yo-you know, she could be out there."

Natasha narrowed her eyes at him. "Or she could be in here." His eyes widened and he swallowed thickly. "If you have no qualms with her, you should have no problem, wouldn't you?"

He tagged along with the other agents when he heard they were going to the apartment that he paid for. He didn't count on Loki firing first, but he didn't waste the opportunity. He had to make sure they were dead. He could not take living in fear. He hadn't counted on their children being shot, but it was an added bonus. For several moments he felt relieved. He hadn't slept in months. He should've known that they would survive and now she had loose ends to finish.

"Of course." He said.

Natasha examined the wreckage. "I'm going to look for survivors. Do not move from this location." She said in a warning voice before leaving the boarding house. The room was deathly silent. The only sound echoing in the room was the heavy breathing of the agents and the hum of the fan blowing cool air on the back of his sweating neck.

His shoulders were tense and his eyes rushed from one small house sound to the other. Several minutes had passed when he heard the bang of the door. Another agent opened it slowly. Natasha carried one other agent while Bobbi Morse carried Maria Hill.

"What are you doing here?" Telly asked Bobbi.

Her blue eyes looked up at him and her lip tightened. "Maria called for backup. So, I'm here. Is there a problem?"

"None at all."

"Very well then. We didn't see any survivors and Maria is unconscious. She has a broken arm and a broken leg. She would've gotten much worse if she had waited a moment longer to jump out." Natasha nodded and checked Maria's pulse once more.

"I haven't heard from anyone else." Natasha replied.

"Do we know where she is?" Bobbi asked, reaching into her pocket to remove her cell phone and located any nearby S.H.I.E.L.D members.

"No. We had a tracking device in her for this reason, but she was smart enough to remove it."

"We need to have Nick Fury here right now. Where is he?"

"He didn't say." Natasha sighed. "I believe it had something to do with Osborn. It was more than likely one of his organizations."

"H.A.M.M.E.R?" Bobbi replied, looking up from her phone to look at the other woman.

"Possibly, he did not give me the details. I have a vague idea that it had to do with Osborn. He's been giving us trouble lately. Clint—" Natasha paused. Barton was a sore subject for Bobbi and this was not the time to antagonize her. "Uh, someone spotted him associating with Loki and Sigyn."

"Right," Bobbi replied. "Agents are coming, but they won't be here for another half an hour."

"Damn." She sighed. "Well, thanks Bobbi. I know this was the last thing you wanted to do."

Bobbi shrugged. "Forget it. It's my job. Perhaps we should look for some bandages." She looked up at Telly. "You. Go fetch us some bandages, antiseptic, tourniquets, anything you can get your hands on and hurry."

Telly was hesitant to leave the group. He had seen enough horror movies to know that anyone who wanders from the group is always the first to go. But both women were trained to kill, quickly and messy. He agreed and dragged his feet around the boarding house. He rummaged through closets and shelves. He found band-aids, which were no help, but he grabbed the rubbing alcohol and an ace bandage. He heard the sound of footsteps. He turned around, dropping the alcohol in the process.

There was nothing in the dark hallway, but his own shadow on the floor. He sighed with relief and bent down to pick up the alcohol when he felt a scorching blow against his back. The pain was searing and the smell of burning skin hit his nostrils. He turned up to roll on his back to see the shadowed face of Sigyn.

"I thought you had a shred of intelligence to know to stay away. You should've known to never step foot near my family. You should've known that I would kill you, you sick perverted pig!" She raised the axe again. He held his hands up, squirming in his own blood.

"Wait, wait." Telly said. He tried to move, but the pain was too great. "You can't kill me. I had nothing to do with what happened to your children. I didn't. I just—"

"That's where you're wrong." She said looking at the sharp pointed end of the axe. She preferred that to the blade. She touched the tip of it to make it longer and the silver point sharper and red-hot. She smirked down at him. "I saw you at the scene and even if you had nothing to do with it, I would kill you anyway."

Telly looked into her eyes and saw a blackness that was like staring into the bowels of hell. There was not an ounce of humanity within those blue orbs. She was a cruel machine. These were the demons the Sunday sermons had preached about. The devils of Satan's expanding army, but as he saw the silver tip of the pick coming closer to his body, he couldn't help, but wonder if this could also be the wrath he had avoided all his days.

Sigyn slammed the sharper end into his shoulder. Telly screamed in agony when he was struck again in the side of the head.

"You had to take and take and it was never enough. I'm the one who's going to finish your little game!" She said as she stuck it in his skull. She ripped out the axe. A spit of blood struck her in the side of the face. She slammed the axe over and over until she could feel her clothes soaked in his blood. He was choking on his blood and groaning in agony.

"Is that Telly?" Natasha asked Bobbi. Bobbi looked up from her cell phone and sighed at the results.

"We still have twenty minutes." She looked up at the other able bodied agents and motioned to them. "Can you please make sure he's okay? We can't afford to have anything else go wrong."

"I'll go with them."

"Stay out of her way." Bobbi said, going back to trying to get communication to other S.H.I.E.L.D members and checking on Maria's vital signs.

Sigyn felt the presence of several agents working behind her. She let loose her battle cries that caused the house to shake and brought them to their knees. She sent a large energy of fire toward them. The agents screamed as some of them had direct hits to their faces. She heard the stealthy walks of another coming up behind her. She waited patiently for the person to draw closer before she swung the axe. The florid strands of the woman ducked with her swing.

The two fought exchanging and throwing blows. Sigyn swung the end of the axe, hitting the woman in the back of the head. Natasha barely recovered from the blow before she avoided another swing from the blade. She got a running start towards Sigyn, wrapping her thighs around her upper half and tossing her forward. The goddess was heavier than she looked and it took all she had to make her fall forward. Sigyn grabbed her leg and sent dangerous volts of electricity through her body. The other woman screamed in agony. The current passed through her raising her hair on ends and burning her skin.

Bobbi carefully walked closer to her removing the gun from it's belt, aiming and shooting Sigyn in the side of her head. Her damp blood stained hair fell in her face and Natasha's steaming body fell backwards. Bobbi couldn't touch Natasha in risk of getting shocked herself.

"Hang in there, kid." She said to Natasha.

She looked over to Sigyn who was motionless. Bobbi pressed her ear set. "I got her. We need an ambulance ASAP. The Black Widow is down."

"Rodger that, Mockingbird."

Bobbi reached out to her to remove the strands of curly hair. Her fingertips barely grazed the string of curls when he saw a piercing inhuman eye stare at her. She grabbed her hand and tossed her across the room. Bobbi dug her boots into the boarding house floor, but couldn't slow herself down before she fell into a glass case. Sharp pieces of glass stuck out of her back. It was agony to move. Sigyn's breathing became rough as she staggered toward her. Bobbi pulled the glass out of her back, but held onto the biggest one.

"Come on, bitch." Bobbi said to the goddess, wrapping her hand tightly around the glass. Her own blood dripped onto the floor. She ran toward her, but Sigyn was ready. She screamed as loud as she could releasing all her energy and magic.

Bobbi was brought to her knees in pain. "Stop it! Fight like a man!" She tried to scream. The building began to break around them. Glass figurines exploded upon impact and the walls were getting cracks in them.

She stopped, waiting for Bobbi to gather her strength so she could do it again and again until she grew deaf or her heart exploded. She grabbed Bobbi by the neck. The blonde recovered and dug her thumbs into the goddess's eyes. Sigyn let go of her immediately and looked up at her with blood tearing down her eyes. It only took a brief moment for her to recover.

"Damn you, Asgardians!" She said. Sigyn summoned the glass to her hand and smirked at Bobbi when she aimed to charge again. She felt the sting of an arrow hit her back followed by another and another. She ripped the arrows and turned to look for him. He had to be around. She spotted Telly attempting to squirm from his spot, He coughed up blood and groaned in agony.

"Forget my face." Sigyn said.

"It won't be that easy." Bobbi said. "You can't run forever." She could no longer stand up straight and had to slump her shoulders and ignore the rush of warm blood falling down her back. "You can't outrun us forever."

"I do not care what you do. Stay out of my way and you wont get hurt.'

Bobbi didn't say anything. She watched as Sigyn marched toward Telly and picked him by the back of his neck and lifting them both up in the air until they were high enough in the air.

"Look at me!" she said. "I want you to look at me! I want to be the last thing you see!"

Telly's eyes glanced up at her. His right eye was gone and the left was almost swollen shut. He coughed blood on her before she threw him down into the street. A small crowd of people began to form and watched as he fell. A couple women screamed as he came closer to the ground. He landed on his head. His skull and neck cracked loudly and his brain matter scattered over the pavement.

"Sigyn!" She heard. She looked up from her work to see Loki wobbling in the air.

"Flower," he said, he clasped a hand around the back of her bleeding head. He didn't mind the blood falling into his palms. "You've lost control."

Sigyn buried her head into his shoulder. "It doesn't matter."

"It does to me." He kissed her head and whispered. "Sigyn, you have to gain control."

Sigyn narrowed her eyes. "You don't care about these mortals now, do you?"

"No." He said coldly. "But you could kill yourself. Magical rage can be dangerous. You have to be in control."

"It does not matter. I know the carnage will not bring back what we have already lost." She said. She could feel the magic draining from her body leaving it weak and fragile.

The hateful aura around her had faded and she had returned to her old self. She was pale from the loss of blood and change in her body. Tears fell down her cheeks and she placed her free hand under Loki's chin so he'd look at her directly,"Let's end this." She said. "Let's end the pain. We can be with our children."

Loki bit into his bottom lip and his brow furrowed. He recalled a plan they had made several years back after his first failure to conquer Midgard. They had planned to take a special poison together. It would be like falling asleep, but he had no aspiration to die at the moment. He shook his head and brushed her hair from her face.

"Flower, it's not our time. Nothing shall be solved from this."

Sigyn gazed up at him with watery eyes. She sniffled and looked at the glass, cutting her hand. Her throat felt swollen and her body felt limp. She stared into his eyes for several moments before pressing her trembling lips against his. "I love you. Do not think of this as a tragedy."

"Sigyn!" he said.

Thor and Amora had found the two of them. Amora pointed to Sigyn drifting father from Loki as she took the glass and began slicing at her neck. Loki grabbed the arm that held the glass and pressed his hand to her throat to keep in the blood.

"Flower!" He said. "Do not do this to yourself." It was too late. Sigyn's eyes watered through the pain as she felt the pain of her torn skin fade away with her vision. She was scared of what was awaiting her. Would she find comfort in death? It did not matter, it would've been more painful to live without the support of her children. She hoped she would never be brought back, but she wanted the last thing she saw was to be his eyes. The eyes she fell in love with.

"Look at me." She gargled, touching his cheek. When she was pregnant she hoped her children would have his eyes. She felt her eyes grow heavy and se curled into his chest. She felt her body be handled and moved, but she couldn't open her eyes. Was this dying or was she already dead?