It had now been three months since Sigyn had been able to see Loki, two months since she had taken Gersemi to the cavern behind the waterfall and, in a month's time, it would be one year since she had returned to Asgard with Loki. He had spent nearly a full year down in the dungeon and there wasn't a day that passed wherein Sigyn did not feel guilty about being able to freely walk around throughout the city and enjoys the finer things in life. Though, it was not as if she was wiling away the days in the lap of luxury. She spent a good portion of her time still alongside Thor, Lady Sif and the Warriors Three on jaunts off-realm while simultaneously assisting her mother and Gersemi with wedding preparations; the latter task being something that had been surprisingly enjoyable. She never got to do preparation like this for her own wedding to Loki. In doing so for Gersemi, Sigyn was living vicariously through her.
The wedding day had arrived and the ceremony was to take in the courtyard of Freya's home, which was quite large. Though they were not as close as they may have once been, out of respect, the former Valkyrie had extended an invite to Odin and Frigga, which of course meant Thor as well. Because Freya was friends with Sif's parents, Sif was invited. The Warriors Three were not in attendance, however. Hogun was at home on Vanaheim with his people, Freya nor did Gersemi barely know Volstagg, and Freya had never forgiven Fandral or his parents for their slight against Sigyn in disallowing their son to pursue his proposal of marriage to Sigyn.
Sigyn had daydreamed about what it would be like if Loki had been granted furlough for a day or two so he could attend the wedding with her. How she would have loved to dine and dance with him, openly, as husband and wife, among their people. Every day he spent away from her in his prison cell, her hopes of a future with him diminished and her heart ached all the more.
She would not allow herself to look disheartened on her baby sister's big day, though. Sigyn was plenty determined to put on a happy face and go through the motions if that's what it took to ensure everything went off without a hitch.
Sigyn had stayed the night in her girlhood bed chamber, so she would be available first thing in the morning to assist Gersemi in getting ready for the day, and it was incredibly odd.
It was familiar, of course, and there were plenty of memories, both good and bad, but it didn't change the fact that sleeping in her old bed and staring at the same four walls wasn't awkward. She didn't sleep very well that night; spending most of it sitting on the balcony, staring out toward the palace which glittered in even in the darkness, despite scattered firelight throughout the city and the stars above shining down. She looked down at the brush below the balcony which Loki used to hide in before the coast was clear and he could climb up to see her. They were like Romeo and Juliet without the suicide, or Tristan and Isolde without Tristan's death, long before either of those Midgardian stories had been written.
She then glanced back into the bed chamber, looking at the bed and recalling her first time of intimacy with Loki. She closed her eyes and conjured up the memory of his every touch upon her skin, every kiss and taste, the way his fingers curled in her hair. Sigyn hugged her body tight and wished it was Loki's arms and not her own.
Standing up, Sigyn placed her hands on the marble balustrade's railing and then leaned forward so that her arms stretched out along the railing on either side of her until she could rest the side of her face upon the railing as well. She closed her eyes again, listening to the faint sounds of life in the trees from birds and other small animals on the ground scampering about in the dark. There was a slight warm breeze which was fragrant with flowers that still bloomed at night. It was peaceful outside, but within Sigyn there was a turbulent storm of emotions brewing.
She had been calm and easygoing as of late, but the longer away from Loki, the more her nerves started the fray and the shorter her temper became.
She did not know if she could last another month without him and not do or say something she would regret later.
The morning of Gersemi's wedding, Sigyn powered through her personal issues and lack of sleep, which she hadn't been getting much of, even prior to her night in her mother's house. She ate a light breakfast in the solarium with her mother and sisters before they each went their separate ways to bathe. Afterward they joined together in Gersemi's bed chamber to get dressed and have their hair done by what felt like an army of handmaidens. Beyond the private rooms, downstairs and outside in the courtyard, servants set up for the ceremony, which included placing ornate vases of flowers all around, as well as flower garlands.
Freya disappeared for a few minutes, only to return with the dress she had worn when she married Sigyn's father forever and a day ago and had intended for Sigyn to wear for her wedding to Theoric. The dress had been well-preserved and was as beautiful as ever, and Gersemi looked just as beautiful once she was wearing it.
Seated at her dressing table and looking into the mirror before her, Gersemi focused on Sigyn's reflection as she stood behind her, adorning her hair with sprigs of tiny white and yellow flowers which matched the white and gold wedding dress, as well as the gold jewelry. Hnoss stood to the side, holding the veil, which was to be applied after the flowers in Gersemi's hair.
"I am so nervous," she remarked as she caught Sigyn's eyes.
"Do you love Ulyn with all your heart and without question?" Sigyn asked, her eyes returning to focus on the flowers.
"I do, more than anything."
"Then there is nothing to be nervous about," Sigyn continued. "Just keep your eyes on him the entire time, and everything else will fade away. He is all that deserves your attention today. Nothing else matters. Not your guests, not mother, not Hnoss, not me, and not even Odin."
"Oh my, I completely forgot Odin will be here."
Sigyn smirked. "Don't worry about him. He's not that scary."
"Says his niece who sees him on a daily basis," Gersemi remarked, furrowing her brow. "The All-father is a thing of legend to me. His presence is awe-inspiring and terrifying at the same time. I feel as if I may offend him if I step wrong."
Freya stepped forward and placed a hand on Gersemi's shoulders. Both Freya and Sigyn locked eyes for a moment in the mirror. "Sigyn is right. Odin is still but a man who was born into greatness," she commented. "He is not the greatest thing that has ever lived. The greatest thing for you is Ulyn right now. Ignore Odin, focus on Ulyn and how happy he will make you."
Gersemi nodded and smiled. "I'll try."
"Don't move," Sigyn spoke. "I'm almost done."
A few more moments and a few extra sprigs later, and Sigyn finished and stepped back for Hnoss to come forth with the veil and place it upon Gersemi's head. Freya presented a few hair pins to keep the veil in place and Sigyn gently slapped Hnoss' hand when it looked as if she was crushing the flowers.
"Be gentler," Sigyn warned. "You'll crush the flowers and poke Gersemi in the head with those pins."
Hnoss shot Sigyn a glaring look which was followed up by green energy crackling in Sigyn's eyes which was enough for Hnoss to temporarily back down and not say a word.
Gersemi stood up then and spun around slowly while looking back at herself in the mirror to take in every angle of her appearance with great pleasure. She seemed so genuinely beside herself with nerves and excitement.
"You made me look so beautiful," she said to all three women.
"Nonsense," Freya admonished. "You already were. We just added decoration."
Sigyn was glad to see this side of her mother. It was a side she never very little of, if at all, in her youth.
Friends of Gersemi arrived shortly thereafter. There were four of them in total, who would be joining Sigyn and Hnoss as Gersemi's bridesmaids. Sigyn had been chosen as Matron of Honor over Hnoss, which the eldest sister could tell had not gone over well with the middle sister. It just added to the list of issues between the pair. While Hnoss let it eat at her, however, Sigyn had no a care in the world how it made Hnoss feel to have been passed over.
As Matron of Honor, Sigyn went downstairs to the courtyard to see to the final touches and greet several of the guests already arriving. Odr, Hnoss and Gersemi's father, and Sigyn's first stepfather, arrived from wherever it was he was living now, and was shown upstairs to Gersemi's room, as he would be escorting her down the aisle and giving her away to Ulyn during the ceremony. Iwaldi, Sigyn's second and somewhat current stepfather arrived shortly after that. The imp had moved out of Freya's home a few centuries before, although they still retained their wedded status with each other. They apparently loved each other still, but living together eventually got tiresome and they felt it best to live apart; only to come together, pun intended and not intended, when the mood seemed to strike them. Sigyn crouched down to embrace him, exchanging pleasantries as he also went up to Gersemi's room where Freya still was. Since he was still her husband, he would be escorting her down the aisle before the maids who would be preceding Gersemi.
Odin arrived last with Frigga on his arm, standing near the front, where all eyes would be on the pair and Thor, who had showed up shortly before, when attention was not focused on the bride and the groom.
Eventually, the ceremony began.
Sigyn fussed around with Gersemi's dress, making sure everything was perfect for her, when music began to play and Iwaldi walked hand in hand with Freya into the courtyard and then moved to stand across from where Odin, Frigga and Thor stood with many other guests. Gersemi's friends entered in next, each escorted by a male attendant. Hnoss followed, a saccharine smile tugging at her lips as she looked at the guests in attendance. Sigyn stood at the back of the courtyard, blocking the view of Gersemi on purpose so that everyone inside the courtyard would get the big reveal when Sigyn walked away.
Once Hnoss neared the end of the aisle with her attendant, Ulyn's brother, whom Sigyn had no idea what his name was, stepped forward and offered her his arm. She took it and began to walk down the aisle and for whatever reason Sigyn couldn't help but smirk inwardly and wonder how she had never been part of bridal party before; not before her banishment or during her time on Earth. One would assume there would've been at least one wedding. Sure, she had been there when Astrid married her second husband all those centuries ago, but only as a witness.
Sigyn broke out of her reverie long enough to glance over at Frigga who was smiling at her, as was Thor, but his smile was more like a shit-eating grin. Odin, however, simply looked bored and stalwart; basically, nothing new there.
When Gersemi was escorted inside by her father, tears formed in Sigyn's eyes. She was just so happy for her sister; that she was entering into this new phase of her life, and how beautiful she was. But there was also a part of Sigyn that felt incredibly jealous. Gersemi was not only having this beautiful wedding with her family and friends in attendance and looking forward to such a bright future with Ulyn, but she also had her father there to give her away.
Sigyn's heart was so torn with emotions.
She pursed her lips together as tears continued to brim her eyes but never fell. She could hear her heartbeat pulsing in her ears as she tried to focus on Gersemi and not on her own issues. Casting her eyes down, Sigyn was surprised to see Odin staring over at her when she looked back up. She gave a polite nod while he remained inexpressive and yet knowing. Sigyn returned her focus to the ceremony which involved a handfasting which included Gersemi and Ulyn reciting their own vows to one another.
Sigyn was caught off-guard by Gersemi's.
"On this day I marry my best friend, the man I love. You are the light in the darkness, the beating of my heart. You are my forever. I will love you and honor you before all others for all eternity. This is my vow to you."
Those words were familiar to Sigyn because those were the words they had found in the cavern two months before that Loki had written about her.
She closed her eyes, letting her mind wander back to her own wedding.
She remembered Loki tying the red string onto both their fingers; hearing him recite their vows telepathically and having her repeat them back to him the same way. She could still feel the way the wine with the drops of their blood tasted cool and warm at the same time as she drank it from the bowl he offered her. She remembered consummating their marriage on the makeshift bed on the ground, more than once. She could feel the heat of love and desire resonating off his body as he claimed her completely as his wife, as their limbs tangled together.
It had been one of the happiest moments of her life.
Sigyn opened her eyes in time to see Gersemi and Ulyn announced husband and wife before their guests and then share in a beautiful kiss. They turned and walked up the aisle, hand in hand, with the ribbon still binding their hands together. Once they had left the courtyard to await their guests in forming a receiving line, Sigyn and her escort followed after, and then Hnoss and the others. Freya, Iwaldi and Odr exited after that, and then it was up to the guests to follow suit.
The reception was being held in the dining room where several long, wooden tables were set up perpendicular to the head table where Gersemi and Ulyn would sit among their attendants. A second table was positioned behind the head table – a secondary table, if you will – for the parents of both the bride and groom, along with the guests of honor, which of course were Odin and Frigga. Thor was content to sit beside Sif, Sif's parents and the other guests.
After several toasts from Gersemi's father, Ulyn's father and brother, Sigyn stood next. It was her first time speaking in such a manner in front of so many Asgardians. It felt strange as all eyes were fixed on her.
"I remember the day Gersemi was born and holding her for the first time. I remember the first step she took and the first word she spoke. I remember her following me around, holding on to the skirts of my dresses and mimicking the way I walked. I remember her claiming she wanted to be a shield maiden like our mother and I when I first arrived back from my years of training," Sigyn spoke. "While I may not have been here for many important moments in her life, when she transitioned from an adorable little girl into a beautiful woman, and while she never become a shield maiden, I know she has achieved the highest goal any of us can ever really wish for, and that is the love of a lifetime. Gersemi," she looked at her sister while clasping her hands in front of her. "I am so proud of the woman you have become and I am so honored you have given me such an important part to play on your special day. I love you so very much. Ulyn," Sigyn turned her attention to her newfound brother-in-law. "If you hurt her, I will end you. Also, welcome to the family."
There was plenty of laughter at her warning, though a portion of that laughter was uncertain; wondering if Sigyn was teasing or if she was serious. There was hushed chatter which trailed after Sigyn's toast as she sat down. Her eyes scanned the tables of guests who murmured among themselves and occasionally stole a glance at her. She simply did her best to ignore them; turning her own attention to her chalice filled with wine.
Once the toasts were over, everyone held their cups high and congratulated to the happy couple. Then, the feast began and lasted quite a while. The food seemed never-ending and the wine and mead flowed like rivers. Cups never seemed to be empty and neither were anyone's bellies. The din of conversation grew louder, laughter wafted abundantly and musicians accompanied the joyous commotion with their instruments.
Soon, the feast was over and all that was left was plenty of dancing and merriment.
Sigyn remained seated most of the time, finding no joy in dancing if it weren't with Loki, until Thor approached her and offered his hand.
"Come, this is a happy occasion. Your sister is married and having the time of her life," he spoke, his speech somewhat slurred from the amount of mead he had already consumed. "Do not be as a lump on a log."
Sigyn rolled her eyes and gave in. She took Thor's hand and followed him to where everyone else was dancing. Off to the side, she noticed Hnoss standing with a chalice of either wine or mead, eyeing her up with disdain while surrounded by several male suitors, most likely wishing to dance with the last unwed daughter of Freya. Hnoss, however, seemed uninterested in any of them.
"I cannot wait for this wedding to be over," Sigyn remarked.
"Why say you that?"
"Because then I can go back to barely, if ever, seeing my other sister, who is growing to be a thorn in my side," she replied. "She is like a younger, pettier version of our mother. She annoys me."
"Sibling rivalry," Thor chuckled. "I know it well."
"Well, let's hope my version of it doesn't end with me winding up back in the dungeons for trying to kill her," Sigyn laughed in response.
She began to feel a little better and more festive as the night wore on. Odin and Frigga excused themselves at some point, but not before approaching Gersemi and Ulyn and wishing them the best. By morning light, the party was still raging on, and it continued into the following night, but by that point Gersemi and Ulyn had left to start their honeymoon in their new home together, which had been procured for them by Freya. When Sigyn grew tired of celebrating, she found her mother, to be polite, and bid her goodnight.
Sigyn had gone up to her old bed chamber and gathered what belongings she had brought with her and while descending the grand staircase to head out the front entrance to the estate, she was cut off by Hnoss at the bottom step, who seemed a teeny bit inebriated and looking ready for a fight.
Tired as she was, Sigyn could not be bother by her sister and just gave her a slight not of the head as she moved to walk around her.
"What is so great about you?" Hnoss demanded.
Sigyn stopped, rolled her eyes and turned around to face her sister. "Pardon?"
"What…is so great…about you?" Hnoss repeated slowly. "You, who breezes back into our lives; the prodigal daughter returned. How did you manage to worm your way into Gersemi's good graces and claim the position of Maid of Honor? I was the one who grew up with her; I was the one who has been here beside her all our lives. You are no one in comparison."
Sigyn sighed; exasperated. "For starters, I am Matron of Honor. It means I am married. Secondly, I didn't claim anything; I was offered. And thirdly, have you considered that perhaps the reason why Gersemi didn't ask you to be her Maid of Honor is because you are a bitch?"
Hnoss' mouth dropped open. "How dare—"
"Oh, do shut up, Hnoss." Sigyn raised a hand to her sister's face. "I have watched how you act around Gersemi for the last three months and I remember how you were as a child. You are, and always have been, a bitch, and not the good kind either; the spoiled, demeaning kind."
"Takes one to know one," Hnoss retorted.
"Yes and no. Yes, I am a bitch, but it comes from the life I have led. It comes from centuries of pain and loneliness that hardens you and forces you to embrace the darkness or else be destroyed by it," she explained through gritted teeth as she moved her face closer to Hnoss'. "If you want to really know why Gersemi chose me over you, maybe it's because I look at her as my equal and not down on her like you do. As I said, I have watched how you are around her. And if that is any indication of how you have been toward Gersemi for the last eight and a half centuries, then I feel sorry for he life she has been forced to share alongside you."
Hnoss flared her nostrils and pursed her lips. "Better to live here with me than rotting on Midgard while letting my child and father die because I let humans get in the way."
Without thinking, Sigyn grabbed Hnoss by the neck and shoved her across the floor. Taking a few long strides, she was quickly standing over her sister and then crouched down, taking a handful of Hnoss' hair in her hand, forcing the younger female to look her in the eye.
"Don't you ever speak of my son or my father again, you mewling quim," Sigyn spat. "If I ever hear you have uttered their names, I will cut out your heart and eat it."
Roughly, Sigyn released her grip on Hnoss and stood back up. Just as she turned her back on the blonde, Hnoss clamored drunkenly to her feet and made a move to attack Sigyn, only for Sigyn to turn back around in time to send her sister flying into the wall with an energy blast.
"We're done here," Sigyn remarked. She turned around for the last time and mid-stride, she teleported away, leaving Hnoss there, stunned.
Sigyn had teleported back to the palace, continuing to walk without every breaking her stride. She had arrived into her bed chamber and dropped her belongings to the floor before flopping backward onto her bed and staring up at the ceiling.
She wasn't sure how long she lay there before there came a knock at her chamber door.
Letting out a sigh, Sigyn sat up on her elbows and stared at the backside of the door and called out, "Who is it?" almost expecting it to be her mother once again.
"It is Tyr, Lady Sigyn. The All-father requests your presence in his war council room at once."
Raising her eyes back toward the ceiling, Sigyn frowned. "This should be interesting," she muttered to herself.
Sigyn was escorted away from her chambers to the privacy of the war council room where she was left alone with Odin. She clasped her hands together in front of her lower abdomen and waited for him to turn and speak to her first. When he did, he laid his solitary eye upon her and looked disappointed. Then again, that was how he seemed to always look in general.
"It has come to my attention that you have acted with unnecessary cruelty this night and I must say I am very disappointed in you." Yep, there it was. "You attacked your own flesh and blood."
"This is about my altercation with Hnoss, I take it." It wasn't a question, and she wasn't denying anything either. "I do not regret it. She deserved what she got from me."
"Did she now?"
"Yes," Sigyn nodded adamantly. "She is a spoiled brat who needed to be put in her place. The things she said to me were unwarranted."
"Your sister may be somewhat of a sour apple; however, she was intoxicated. In her right mind I doubt she would have spoken so poorly to you. You had a choice to walk away and ignore her words, but you chose the path of violence. You physically attack her with your own hand and with your magic, something of which you have been suppressing until now I do believe," Odin remarked. He looked almost amused now as he walked around the large wooden table between them, the fingers of his left hand pressed down on the surface. "If the physical attacks weren't enough, you went further by threatening her life. Your own sister you would see dead should she mention the names of your father or your son. I had thought better of you."
"I would never actually follow through with such a threat, but I do not regret my choice of actions," she insisted.
"Regardless," Odin spoke, lifting his hand and waving it slightly before pointing at her. "You seem to forget your life is that of a ward of state, on indefinite parole. I am within my right to place you back in the dungeons for acting out as you have."
"So what is stopping you?"
"The people of Asgard would talk. It seems the majority did not take kindly to your first stay below the palace. As a member of this family by blood, you have a claim to the throne I cannot deny, and therefore I cannot imprison any longer than I already have."
"You could always banish me again. It worked well enough for you for the last eight centuries. Even my father, a son of Bor and your brother, was an heir to the throne and yet you still banished him. What is keeping you from enacting that again?"
"Your father committed treason against the crown. Being an heir to the throne doesn't protect anyone from treason. The difference is that you have not committed treason."
"Then what was my banishment about?" she demanded.
"It was about me being a stubborn, old fool who made a mistake he was too proud to undo."
Sigyn smirked, a tad impressed by his admission. "So, then what is this all about? Am I here solely so you can give me a slap on the wrist and tell me not to do it again?"
Odin looked away for a moment, staring off at small window above a shelf of countless leather-bound books. "Your magic is stronger than I imagined. It is worthy of Loki's abilities."
"I practiced on Earth for a very long time."
"But the extent of what you are capable of was hindered by being there. You were not as strong there as you are here. Being back on Asgard has heightened your abilities and that may be a problem."
"A problem for whom?"
"For those who would be at the receiving end," Odin replied, finally looking back at her. "You did remain long enough to see the damage you caused because you teleported away. Your sister's arm broke when you blasted her into the wall. Such a blow should not have harmed her so badly."
"Well, that is unfortunate."
"Your abilities pose a serious threat and given this recent outburst in your temper I have serious doubts as to whether you can be trusted," he continued as if she hadn't actually spoken. "Until such a time that I can make a proper assessment of the situation, I have no choice but confine you to a house arrest of sorts."
Sigyn gave Odin her full attention and stepped forward. "Wait, what? You just said you couldn't imprison me again."
"I'm not imprisoning you," He insisted. "Think of me as a parent punishing a child; taking away the privileges they have grown accustom to while unable to leave their room while they think about their mistakes and ways to do better in the future."
"So, then, you're going to lock me up in my chambers and throw away the key? For how long?"
Odin shrugged. "At least a month, maybe two; until you can prove to me you pose no threat."
"And how am I expected to do that?" Sigyn crossed her arms over her chest and steeled her jaw.
"You could avoid throwing a tantrum once you are alone behind closed doors. And perhaps you could write an apology to your sister for the physical pain you caused her."
"I'd rather remain locked away a year."
Odin eyed her seriously. "Do no test me, child."
"I am no child."
"Then stop acting like it," Odin barked. Both fell silent for a moment as Odin shook his head with displeasure. "It is a shame, really." Sigyn narrowed her eyes, wondering what he meant. "I had considered letting you visit Loki again. However, your behavior and attitude now suggests you are, at present, undeserving of such a gesture."
Sigyn suddenly became visibly shaken. House arrest and Odin shouting at her or condescending to her as if she were a child was all something she could handle and couldn't care less about, but she had the chance to see Loki again in her grasp and now she'd lost it. She hadn't even known it was in her grasp. Odin had never made any mention of the possibility of seeing him again known to her. It was unfair and her face showed it.
She could feel the despair and the anger burning beneath the surface of her skin, pulsing through her veins like turbulent rapids, as she dropped her arms to her sides. It took everything in her power to remain as calm as possible; to not shake or appear as affected by her words as she was. Sigyn knew he could tell he had gotten to her, if only slightly, and that little bit was enough to ensure to him he still had ways to keep her in line.
Dangling Loki in front of her, like a carrot before a horse, was so simple.
Loki was her weakness; always was and always would be. She knew it, he knew it. Hell, everyone knew it.
"Show me you can be trusted, that you are repentant for your current actions, and I shall grant you your release from house arrest in a month's time," he finally spoke again. "Maybe then I shall also revisit the idea of you seeing your husband again." Odin gripped Gungnir and pounded the bottom of the spear on the floor, twice. Tyr entered. "Please show Lady Sigyn back to her chambers and see that it is locked from the outside. We shall install an energy barrier in the morning. Until then, place two guards outside to make sure she doesn't get out."
Tyr seemed a bit confused as to why, but nodded in obedience. "Of course, my king." He stepped aside with an arm outstretched so that Sigyn may take her leave of Odin's presence first.
With a respectful curtsy, despite wanting to rip the All-father apart in her mind, Sigyn turned and walked out of the war council room. She physically shook as soon as she was out of his eyeshot and tightened her fists.
Moments later, Tyr appeared at her side, fully clad in his every day armor, and gave her a sidelong glance. "I am not in the position to ask what that was all about, because my loyalties lie first and foremost with Odin, but, for what it is worth, I am sorry about whatever has befallen you at this time," Tyr spoke.
Sigyn didn't respond as they walked along through the palace, back to her chambers.
"I remember your father quite fondly," he continued. "He was a good man and an even better soldier in his time. I fought beside him countless times in the past, long before you were ever born. It was a shame when he became so disillusioned and made his reckless attempt to take the throne. I pitied him, but I felt worse for you then, more than I did for him." Still Sigyn said nothing. "I watched you grow up from afar; watched how people at court received you and whispered behind your back, how they treated you differently because of the actions of your father. But then you became your own woman, trained as a shield maiden and returned one of the most accomplished. I saw then the respect people had for you and, yet, never once did I see you care about what others thought and you never backed down from what mattered most to you. Your unwavering devotion to both your father and to Loki, over the course of your life, has been admirable."
Sigyn didn't turn her head, but she did look at Tyr out the corner of her eye; her curiosity over his monologue piquing her interest while he signaled three guards to follow them.
"All I am saying to you now is that you are smart, skilled, strong and admirable and you deserve great happiness after the sadness you have known. I just do not want to see you waste those qualities and throw away chances at having a beautiful life back here." He looked at her briefly and then back straight ahead of them. "Should you ever need anything, milady, within reason of course, I should hope you would not hesitate to ask."
They had neared the door to her chambers and she stopped to look up at him.
"I appreciate your good words and will not forget this kindness," Sigyn spoke with a polite bow of her head. "Now, if you will excuse me, I have a month-long house arrest to commence," she added nonchalantly.
Turning away, Sigyn opened her chamber door and stepped inside before spinning around on the balls of her feet to look back at Tyr. With a smirk, she shut the door with her magic, which left Tyr and the guards a bit stunned.
"Two of you, stand watch on either side of this door and make sure it does not open," Tyr dictated to the Einherjar guards. "You," he pointed to one of the three guards, "Go find a locksmith to come fit this door with a sturdy outer lock." He cast his eyes toward the door. "Do not speak of this to any other guard or Odin himself will throw you in the dungeon."
From inside her chambers, Sigyn walked toward her balcony but didn't step out onto it. She closed her eyes and ignored her thoughts of Hnoss with a broken arm, her thoughts of Odin temporarily locking her away and any other negative thoughts that threatened her peace of mind.
She focused instead on Loki, which was her happy place. And, while she was not happy that she lost out on seeing him again, there was still hope.
And she had Tyr to add to her list of personal supporters, even if he was loyal to Odin.
However, if there is no Odin…
Her mind clouded with dark thoughts and those thoughts she couldn't help but think. They brought a smirk to her lips she couldn't avoid and she was just thankful Heimdall could only see everything and couldn't read minds from any distance.
He might be horrified by the darkness she embraced.