Chapter 4

Sigyn's dreams were filled with sweet memories of Loki's sarcasm and wit. She smiled at the memory of him playing with her little sisters and showing them tricks; making them laugh while playing harmless pranks on Hnossa and other villagers in Vanaheim simply passing by. He would even bring her younger siblings gifts from Asgard once in a while, even though some turned into snakes and other creatures. At the time she would scowl at Loki while he laughed but remembering it now she had almost laughed herself. She had never seen that hysterical look on Snotras face before when her doll turned into black tar dripping from her hands as it slowly melted away, face first. She was absolutely distraught.

Sigyn layed on her side facing the wall, continuing to think about her many dreams she had. She felt her face flush as so many beautiful memories erupted in her mind like a warm haze of clarity; her mind racing with a forcefulness that had finally been given the proper acknowledgement it so desperately needed to be shown.

She was breathless with eagerness and anticipation of finally finding out if they were more than just close friends. He had not acted in such a way to merely be just friends. She immediately forced her thoughts to think of more intimate ways with Loki; it had worked wonders. She was certianly getting the hang of recalling her memories without dreaming now.

Instant thoughts she knew to be memories flooded her mind in the most unwavering vehemence.

Soft whispers of sweet nothings while over looking the shores of Vanaheim, half smiles and smug laughter with the absence of harsh undertones like it had now. Holding hands, holding one another in each others arms. His lips lightly kissing hers, hands through her fair hair as gentle as a summer breeze and even sleeping together. They were in love and indeed lovers.

She rolled over on her side to look over at the shadowed outline of Loki. She wanted so much to reach out and touch him but quickly reminded herself that he is no longer the Loki he used to be. She felt hot tears on her cheeks that soon soaked a small spot on Loki's cloak.

What had changed you so?

In her dreams there was no merciless hate in his eyes. No hurt nor pain..no vengeance. Only jealousy, but for what she did not know. What terrified her most was that vengeance she saw so often in him now. She continued to stare at his sleeping form in through the darkness.

Suddenly instant fright coursed through her, her body tensing up as she clutched Loki's cloak on either side of her. Loki had yelled aggressively. She stared at him with wide eyes, still very startled, assuming he was awake. He continued to lay there.

Loki began to breathe heavily as if angered.

..Is he awake..? She thought with confusion as he abruptly yelled once again. Sigyn furrowed her brows knowing he must be having a nightmare. She scooted closer to the edge of the bed but was stopped short by the chain.

He began to growl, tossing and turning like he was in pain..Sigyn felt like a weight was on her chest listening to him in such a way; wanting so badly to comfort him. All she knew was he was terrified and she hated the sound of it. Without another thought she reached her hand out toward him. Her hand gently grazed over his..this seemed to slightly calm him.

His body felt less stressed but his light stirring did not stop, nor did his growling and heavy breathing. Suddenly he let out such a painful sound it awakened him. Sigyn quickly snatched her hand back and closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.

She could hear him sit up, his breathing still heavy and shaky. She hoped he did not realize her hand was upon his, before hesitantly opening her eyes just a little.

Hunched over with one leg up resting his head against it. His arms lay limply at his sides looking so very defeated. She could just barely see that he was trembling..

Her breath felt heavy in her chest seeing him in such a state..the dull grey light peeked through the heavy curtains and fell upon his face along with a few thick strands of hair making him look grim. He then slowly lifted his head and turned to Sigyn. Her entire body tensed, she hoped he could not tell that her eyes were open and that she too, was staring at him as well.

With a sigh he laid back down, turning on his side with his back facing her. She exhaled silently with relief then waited for his light breathing to return once again but it never came. She knew he was still awake. They were both awake in a small room, strangers but not. He sighed again but this time it was with the familiar sadness she had heard before.

She did not know how to feel about this new Loki but she did know how she felt about the man he used to be. A sort of comfort and if she were honest she felt love for him. It was a want that demanded to be surged.

And she wanted so much to have her old Loki back. She swallowed down her nerves and turned her head to gaze upon him once again. Be brave.

"Loki." She whispered and he did not move. As if he knew she had been awake.. The room remained silent as she waited for a response. None came.

She sat up, tilting her head to the side as if she would be able to see his face better from behind his shoulder. But of course she could not see him at all. She sighed softly.

"I used to have nightmares as well.." She spoke again then paused waiting for a reaction of some sort. Again there was silence and she went on. "When I first arrived here I no longer knew myself.. Everything was so strange yet I did not know why, for I did not remember what was not strange. I did not know where I was from..not until this year anyways.." She paused again to wait. Nothing. The room remained silent.

"What I am trying to say is..if you so wish..you may speak to me about such dreams and I shall try my very best to help in some way. That is if you want me to." She wanted so desperately to break down his walls, to see the person he used to be, it felt almost unbearable to go another day without. She did not love this Loki for she felt she did not know him, but if there was a chance to bring back the old she was going to take it. She at least knew him.

The room was silent and she had thought her guess of him being awake was wrong until he had finally spoken. His voice was firm yet surprisingly gentle.

"I do not remember you voluntarily speaking so much, dear Sigyn ..No. I do not wish to speak about them." He said with finality in his voice. Of course she knew getting him to open up would not be an easy task.

"And I do not remember you being so cold..especially not toward me. Why are you in here?" She asked plainly.

He sighed.

"Merely just a force of habit, do not take it personally. I do not wish to hide most things from you. I am here because I can be." He said simply, his tone remaining calm and smooth.

She frowned. "Most things? Well I feel quite special then. I will not be lied to all of the time, only sometimes." She replied teasingly.

He sighed once more. "Shouldn't you be asleep? It has not nearly been twelve hours." He sounded a little annoyed but she could hear the teasing undertone in his smooth, deep voice. She rolled her eyes.

"What did you dream..?" She asked bluntly, changing the subject to what really mattered. He let out an agitated sigh before sitting up to face her. His legs slightly spread apart under his thin blanket, his hands both resting between them.

"You would like to know wouldn't you? After all I did chain you, took away your precious Agent! You must be sour, even hateful towards me." He hissed at her, catching her by surprise. She furrowed her brows, quite frankly a little upset.

"I am simply trying to help and you hiss at me like some serpent! Yes, you did chain me to a wall and I am still not so keen about it but I wish to help you non the less, something you do not even deserve but I offer it anyway. How dare you accuse me of hating you! Agent? You mean Barton? Yes. That I will always be upset about." She tried to cross her arms but again her right arm would not allow it. She could only half way cross her arms and this irritated her to no end. She was trying to look mad but instead she looked awkward.

She let out a frustrated groan and yanked hard on the chain. "Can this not be lengthened? "

Loki was quickly amused by her sudden out burst and irritation. He waved his hand and the chain was longer than it had been..she could even reach Loki's Cot easily now.

She didn't say anything, just began stretching out her arm. She barely ever got irritated, much less mad, but Loki somehow always knew how to push the right buttons. That she certainly remembered.

She rubbed on her wrist around the cuff a little bit before continuing. She looked at him confidently.

"Your nightmare, please. I only wish to help..." She asked softly, hoping not to put him off speaking of it. Loki's shoulders slightly slouched at her words. After some time of silence he finally replied.

"I... the Chituari.." He replied with sheer annoyance thick in his voice. Sigyn's face softened at this with pure sadness.

"Are they really so strong?" She asked in a defeated tone. Loki chuckled darkly. "For mortals, yes." He paused, looking away from Sigyn. "It is their master that haunts my dreams."

She swallowed silently, looking at him with worried eyes. "Who is this master of the Chituari?" She replied.

"No one of importance to you." His voice was deep and harsh. Sigyn looked down at her fingers that she was now fumbling with. Not sure if she wanted to ask the next question on her mind..

"Their master...did he..." She paused to look over at him. His vision turned to hers and she immediately looked away.

"He tortured you didn't he.." She felt her eyes sting with fresh tears at the thought of it. Loki didn't answer. He just sat seething as if he were recalling it all over again. Sigyn quickly pushed his cloak off of her and swung her legs over the bed, scooting over to the very edge. Sigyn, now easily in reaching distance from Loki, wrapped her arms around him in a firm embrace. He did not return the hug but simply letting her was enough for Sigyn.

She felt his muscles relax underneath her touch.

"I do not deserve such comfort, Sigyn." She heard genuine truth in his voice, but it had only made her squeeze tighter.

"No, I believe you need such comfurt most of all." Her words were soft as she spoke but had an underlying matter of fact tone.

"You are still so persistent. The same Sigyn, yet somehow different.." He paused to turn to her as she loosened up her grip to stare up at him. Their eyes met. "I believe Midgard has changed you." Her brows furrowed in confusion.

"Oh?" She asked with pure curiosity. His vision moved from her eyes, to her lips then slowly down to his hands clasped together in front of him.

"You used to be such a weak, timid child. Stubborn and naive. But now it seems you have confidence in your persistence. You are no longer a child my dearest one." He half smiled and she searched his eyes for a trick or a lie but found nothing but truth.

"Tell me." He said. "What changed you?" His voice was the softest she had only ever heard in her dreams. She swallowed silently, lost in his question.

She slowly shook her head. "I do not know.. Perhaps it was the genuine feeling of being needed. More so than just a playful older sister and a good conversationalist to my elders. I believe Midgard has helped me find my purpose, now that I am a healer, or nurse as they call it. I feel it is what I was always meant to do. It does bring me great joy." She smiled sweetly at him.

He did not answer just searched her face intensely. She got the feeling he did not quite believe her. She tilted her head a little with confusion at his expression.

His eyes narrowed as if a unpleasant thought came to his mind.

"You know Barton quite well I assume.. Do you wish to lay with him?" Sigyn could hear the thick aggression in his voice. How he practically spat the words out at her with disgust. She felt the corners of her mouth turn up and before she could stop herself she burst into laughter. She felt her face redden by sheer embarrassment over such a question.

Of course she had never had such thoughts about Barton. He was just a rather comforting friend. Besides, she could see the way he was around a certain other Agent; She was no idiot when it came to those sorts of things.

"Please, do not make me laugh so. Aren't I supposed to be the prisoner? Yet you seem even more miserable than I as of now." She paused to giggle again, ignoring his glare. "You are certainly troubled by such assumptions. It seems the God of lies still loves me?" Her tone was obviously playful. She found it awfully easy to play with him for a reason she wasn't quite sure of, perhaps it is the level of comfort from her past memories with him...but he did not answer. Simply turned to look back down towards his hands, his lips pursed.

Sigyn immediately stopped laughing, the room instantly silent. She stared at Loki and he gritted his teeth.

"Sigyn. I thought you dead. There are no words my silver tongue could ever conjure up to describe such feeling I felt seeing you alive and well. Just a mere realm away from me!" He growled and she jumped, startled by his quick aggression.

He was so genuine in these moments she almost didn't think she were awake. But his hair was longer and different.. and she knew she had never been trapped in such a place before. Of course this was the present. Her Loki was coming back to her, she must keep believing it to be true. His words made her want to smile but she did not. She felt a different desire..a much stronger one now coursing through her entirety.

Yes, she was still so conflicted. She did not know her own feelings for this new man, but it was him; changed but still him. And she wanted him so desperatly.

Loki saw the want in her eyes. His head tilted to the side and narrowed his eyes in disbelief. He searched her face; there was no mistaking her affections for him. He let out a breathy chuckle. "It has been far too long since you've looked upon me in such a way."

He slowly leaned forward and she let felt His icy breath on her lips that made chills run up her chest.

Before she could contemplate anything else, her hand softly found the side of Loki's face, and leaned in slowly. Their lips met with but a moment of softness before Loki kissed her harder. He found her tongue as his right hand slid into her hair, grabbing a fist full and yanking it hard making her yelp in his mouth. This only made him push up from his cot and lay on top of her, pinning her down with both hands and kissing her with a controlled force.

He kissed her smoothly with such precision that only lasted so long before Loki pulled away and sat back down on his own cot. His shadowy form facing hers.

"Loki..?" She said out of breath. He bent forward to rest his forehead in his hands. Sigyn sat up slowly, staring at him worriedly. She grasped his wrist gently.

"Please, Loki..What troubles you so?" He was seething again and would not answer.

She let go of his wrists and began softly running her hands through his thick raven hair hoping to comfort him. The hall way light was brighter now, giving off some light that helped her see him a little better.

Loki quickly grabbed her hand with a strength that frightened her, She could not move it anymore under it grasp. They sat in the barely illuminated darkness, her breathing rigid. Had she angered him somehow?

Then, with an aggressive force he dropped her hand and grabbed her shirt right above her breasts with both hands and slowly leaned into her, resting his head between both his fists. She felt a little shocked by his sudden embrace. She smiled and slowly wrapped her arms around him. He was trembling again and she hated it.

She rested her head on his, staying like this for a few minutes before Sigyn fell to sleep on him. Loki moved from underneath her and laid her back down on the bed properly, covering her with his cloak before he went back to his own cot to lay down as well.

Loki fell to sleep shortly after, face up with one arm underneath his head. While Sigyn dreamt of the past, Loki had nightmares of the present. His fear of Thanos finding Sigyn was always haunting him.

Sigyn was abruptly woken up by Barton grabbing her arm and yanking her out of bed. The chain was no longer on her wrist and was no where in sight. Her eyes were foggy as he made her stand, making for the thick curtain in a rush. Before Clint could pull her out she turned her head to see Loki but he was no longer in the room, neither was his cot. She wondered when he had left.

Barton walked quickly down the halls as she tried desperately to keep up with him. Turning left then right. She walked past people she did not know and some she did, including Selvig. She did not try to call out to him for she knew he was gone, just like Barton. She could see the same glowing blue in his eyes from the use of the spear.

Barton made another quick left and went through some bits of hanging plastic from above, and there was Loki standing a few feet away. Arms behind his back with a smirk at Sigyn.

"You look as if you just woke up, darling." His smirk grew wider. Sigyn scowled at him.

"Well, I had a lovely wake up call." She said nodding to Barton. Obvious sarcasm in her tired voice. It seemed very early in the morning.

He let out a breathy chuckle that always sounded dark, amusement plain in his eyes. "I recall you being a heavy sleeper. It was only necessary." He showed all of his white teeth.

Sigyn raised her eyebrow at this. She did not recall being a heavy sleeper. She was sure he just loved to mess with her. "Why was I awakened at such an hour and then hauled off like luggage?" She asked curiously and a little annoyed. She involuntarily yawned. Perhaps she did need twelve hours of sleep.

Loki didn't answer her. Instead his eyes were narrowed, his fist was to his face while his pointer finger rubbed on his lips, thinking. He scanned Sigyn's body up and down, his eyes slowly moving from every inch of her. She began to flush, feeling slightly embarrassed as both Loki and Barton stared at her.

She bit her lip and felt her face redden. Suddenly Loki straightened up and began to make quick movements with his hands as bright green lights came from Sigyn's clothes, engulfing her entirely. When she looked down at herself she no longer wore her nurse shrubs.

Instead, she now wore an Asgardian dark green dress that hugged her body from her shoulders to mid-section and loosened up from the waist down. It was very flattering and still managed to stay modest. something Sigyn always preferred. It seemed Loki knew her more than she thought he had. She also wore matching green flats and a golden anklet.

She looked up at Loki bewildered. "Is this how I used to dress?" She asked curiously.

"Yes. It is Asgards formal attire."

"Hm. I admit, I do feel much more at home in such clothing.. May I now know where we are headed?"

Loki turned to Clint. "Barton?"

"Germany, sir." He replied immediately. Loki smiled at Sigyn smugly.

"And what is in Germany?" She asked, clear confusion written all over her face.

Loki grinned. "A Midgardian ball."