Chaotic Bones
Stranger
"Hey, Gyn. Someone's here to see you."
Gyn looked up from the shot glass she was cleaning. Her friend Wallace nodded over at a woman she had never seen before. "Don't know her." Gyn said, setting the shot glass upside down beneath the bar.
Wallace shrugged. "She said she knew you. Said it was important."
Gyn scrunched her lips together. Her brow furrowed as she considered the woman waiting by the door. "You got this?" she asked.
Wallace scowled. "It's noon, Gyn. Ain't nobody coming yet."
Gyn rolled her eyes at him and strode over to the strange woman. The woman was stunning, with reddish blonde hair that dropped past her shoulder blades, bright green eyes and pale skin. Her svelte figure didn't do much for Gyn's esteem, either. "Can I help you?" Gyn asked.
The woman looked up. Her eyes filled with tears and her shapely lips parted. "Sigyn," she whispered.
Gyn drew back. "How do you know my name?"
The woman pursed her lips and caught herself from reaching out. "I am the one who gave you that name."
Gyn's stomach dropped to the floor. "No. No way."
The woman frowned. "I'm your mother."
Gyn shook her head. "That's impossible." She turned to leave.
"Wait!" cried the woman, catching Gyn by the arm. "I can prove it."
The corners of Gyn's mouth furthered into a frown. "What do you want, lady?"
The woman composed herself. "Let's get lunch. I'll buy. It is your birthday, after all."
Gyn scowled. "Yeah, happy fricking birthday to me."
"Sigyn, please." said the woman.
"I don't even know your name." Gyn retorted.
"I am Freya," said the woman. "Please, let me explain."
Gyn sighed and glanced at the clock. "I get off in five." she allowed.
"I will wait." said Freya, smiling. Gyn stared at her for several seconds before meandering back to the bar.
"What did she want?" asked Wallace, handing Gyn a joint.
She looked around before taking a hit. "To take me to lunch."
"And you're just gonna go with her?" demanded Wallace.
Gyn took another hit and blew out the smoke. "Free lunch for my birthday? Hell yeah, I'm gonna take it."
"Good luck." said Wallace.
Gyn grimaced in reply. She grabbed her coat, punched out her time and headed for Freya. "Okay. Where do we want to eat?"
…
Gyn looked out the window, her stomach growling so forcefully she felt as if it would consume itself. "Look, when are you going to stop driving? I thought we were getting something to eat? My lunch break ends in thirty minutes. If we don't stop soon, I'm calling the cops." she threatened.
Freya stopped the car. "No need," she said. "We're here." She got out of the car and walked into the trees. Gyn looked around. They were right outside Central Park. Cursing under her breath, she got out of the car.
"Hey, you can't park here." said a man.
"Not my car." Gyn replied, following Freya into the park. She followed along a path until they came to a collection of boulders overlooking a very green lake. "Whoa…" Gyn muttered, eyeing the etchings on the boulders. They formed a perfect circle over the faces of several rocks. "These weren't here the other day…" Gyn stooped down to touch the symbols. She felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at Freya, whose face was pointed skyward. Gyn stood. "What is the point of all this?"
"Hold my hand," said Freya.
"What? No, I am not holding your hand." said Gyn. "This is a waste of time."
"Please, Sigyn, indulge me. I promise I will tell you everything you want to know." said Freya.
Gyn stared at Freya's outstretched hand. Stranger things had happened to her. She took Freya's hand in hers. "Okay. I'm holding your hand. What now?" Gyn asked.
"Heimdall, take us home." Freya yelled at the sky. Gyn raised an eyebrow, her cheeks flushing as she noticed several people staring. Before she could let go of Freya's hand, a bright light blinded her. She felt as if she were rushing upward, her hand glued to Freya's. She looked around, her lungs unable to let loose a scream as she zoomed upward. She could have sworn the light was rainbow, and there were stars and nebulas racing past…
The rushing stopped and she was inside a golden room. A dark skinned man in strange armor with matching golden eyes approached her. "Lady Sigyn, it has been too long. Lady Freya." he said. Gyn stared around, her heart racing. She swayed on the spot and then her vision faded into darkness.
…
"Sigyn, dear, it is time to wake up." Freya's voice sounded fuzzy.
Gyn's eyes opened. Her head rushed. She blinked several times for the figure hovering over her to come into focus. "What the…?" She was lying in a round bed with gold satin sheets. She pushed herself into a sitting position. Freya sat beside her, but she looked different. Her hair was in a long braid and golden circlet graced her head. She wore a pink gown with bracelets adorning both of her arms. She smiled softly at Gyn.
"Welcome to Asgard, child." she said.
Gyn blinked. "Very funny."
"I understand you are confused," said another woman who Gyn had failed to notice. "We will do our best to help you. However, you will not fully understand until your memories are returned to you."
"But there are things that you have already noticed, aren't there? You are half Asgardian, my daughter." said Freya.
Gyn shook her head. "Half Asgardian? There's no such thing."
"You were on Midgard for a century, and you never aged a day. Did you not notice?" asked Freya.
Gyn frowned. "Well, yeah…" Her stomach twisted. She leaned forward and put her face in her hands. "Half Asgardian…"
"Your memories were taken from you, but you have more than earned them back. Would you like them?" asked the other woman.
"Who are you?" demanded Gyn.
"Sigyn," hissed Freya.
"I am Frigga." said the woman.
Gyn wracked her brain, rummaging through her limited knowledge of Norse mythology… Oh, shit. She had just insulted the Queen of Asgard. "Um…"
"No need to apologize," said Frigga graciously, "I understand this is much to process. But I see you are accepting what we have said."
"Well… I still have questions." said Gyn.
"Naturally." replied Frigga.
"But… I mean, I've never seen a place like this anywhere." Gyn said, looking around the magnificent room.
"Certainly not." said Freya.
"How do I… How do I get my memories back?" asked Gyn.
"By drinking this," said Frigga, lifting up a goblet from the table beside her. "A concoction I brewed myself."
Gyn stared at it. She got out of bed with trembling legs and stumbled forward. She reached out and took the goblet. She ignored the voice in the back of her head not to drink anything from strangers and drank the entire goblet. The liquid chilled her insides. Her brain felt as if two ice cubes were crushing it.
A flood of images flashed in her mind in a blur of gold: a field of wildflowers, two boys of blond and dark hair and a glowing palace in the bright sun. Gyn gasped and staggered back, a hand over her mouth. She met Frigga's kind gaze, her own burning with tears. "Wha…" she breathed.
Frigga smiled. "The Allfather wishes to have an audience with you."
"Not dressed like that," said Freya.
"I'll leave that to you, Lady Freya." said Frigga, dipping her head in farewell. She swept out of the room.
"I know this is the strangest birthday you have ever experienced, but I hope my gift to you is acceptable." said Freya in a small voice. Gyn turned.
"Your gift to me?" she asked, tilting her head. She still shook from the effect of Frigga's potion. Freya crossed the room to a set of double doors and flung them open. Gyn stepped inside the side room, spinning to catch sight of all the gowns encircling the room. In the middle of the room was a column of mirrors. Gyn reached out and touched one of the gowns, her lips parted in awe.
"I was thinking this for your audience with Odin." said Freya, pulling out a light blue gown made of airy material. Along the breast hem was a pattern of bronze beading that looked like trees.
"Why does he want to speak with me?" Gyn asked.
"Honestly, I am not sure." said Freya with a frown.
Gyn stared at Freya for several seconds, trying to detect a lie, but she found none. She inhaled deeply. "All right. Let's do this."
After Gyn had been made presentable, she headed with Freya to the throne room, where Odin waited. Gyn followed Freya's example and bowed respectfully before Odin. "Allfather, I present my daughter, Sigyn of Asgard." said Freya.
Odin's eye scrutinized Gyn. "Gyn of Midgard," he said. "That is what I hear you call yourself."
"Uh, yes sir." said Gyn, cringing slightly.
"Have your memories been returned to you?" Odin asked.
"Yes sir." said Gyn.
"They will make sense in a few more days. As a child of Freya, you have inherited magical abilities, which I am sure you noticed during your time on Midgard." said Odin.
Gyn dipped her head. "I did."
"Your magic was subdued as much as possible while you carried out your sentence on Midgard. You have much to reteach yourself now that you have returned. My wife has offered to provide lessons for you. Do you accept?" Odin said.
"Uh, yes sir? I'm sorry, but sentence? Was I in trouble or something?" Gyn said, looking around.
Odin was quiet for a long time. "You are only half Asgardian, child. You had to earn your stay here."
"Half Asgardian, half what?" Gyn demanded.
"Those questions are not appropriate at this time," said Odin. Gyn clenched her jaw but said nothing. "There is another matter I wish to discuss with you."
"Sir?" Gyn queried. She swallowed, but her mouth was drier than usual, making the action painful.
"One of my sons will be valid for the throne soon. The other, although no less important, will not acquire the throne. However, I have found a solution. He has matured quicker than his brother, and is of viable age for a bride. I believe you, Lady Sigyn, are that bride." Odin said.
Gyn felt winded. Had she heard him right? Marry his son? Which one? "Uh… I'm sorry?"
Odin's smile did not betray any trickery. He waved to the side. Gyn looked to see two men enter the room. One was large and blond while the other was slim and dark haired. "Prince Loki is in need of a bride. I am afraid Thor has matured enough for you to be his, but Loki will make a fine husband nonetheless."
"Father," said the dark haired man, stepping forward. Gyn glanced at him, but he ignored her. The blond man beside him looked a mixture of shocked and amused. His dark haired companion merely seemed offended.
"Loki, you must take a bride at some point. Gyn, with her time spent on Midgard and her mixed blood, can unite our worlds. As the daughter of Freya, I am sure she is well suited for marriage." said Odin.
Loki snorted. "As the daughter of Freya, she will be good only for one thing."
"Loki, you must show her respect!" Odin barked. Loki scowled and shot Gyn a withering glare.
"Do we have a choice?" Gyn asked.
Odin frowned. "There are no available suitors for you, nor are there for Loki. You will be given the proper amount of time to court, but as of now, you are betrothed to Loki."
Gyn felt lightheaded. She swayed, the figures in the room blurring. "She looks ill." said Thor.
"Oh dear." spat Loki with a roll of his eyes.
"Sigyn!" cried Freya. Gyn fell backward, her vision swirling into darkness for the second time that day.
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Hello, all! So, I know technically Sigyn is not an OC, but there's no option for her in the character list. I wanted to put her in the story because I love Logyn. Also, there is no evidence to suggest Freya is actually Sigyn's mother in mythology. I don't read the comics and won't for a while. I'm just going by the MCU, which makes Sigyn an OC, unless they put her in the movies. Anyway, this is my first Thor fic. Hopefully you guys enjoy my take on Sigyn and Loki. Please review!
I do not own Thor or the characters.