"It is indeed quite comfortable." Percy commented, laying down on the bed that his sister managed to get into his cell. He did a long stretch, before rolling on his side to face his her, "Now, dear sister, if you can get me a lovely woman to give me solace, I would be forever grateful."
Sigyn rolled her eyes, "Percival, be glad I managed to get you that." She said, "I had to make a substantial donation to the warden and the master of coin just to get then in your room." She got up, patting down her dress for she had been sitting on the steps, "I want to make you as comfortable as possible, so when I come back I wish for you to give me a list of more things I can get you." She instructed. But as she looked at him, his expression was noticeably sadder. She softened, "Percy, what is it?"
He sat up, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at his sister her with hazel eyes full of regret. "I should be the one taking care of you, not the other way around…" He said, "I am the older brother, you're my baby sister… Though I'm grateful for all that you are doing for me, I hate to think that I can't watch over you and care for you…"
Sigyn sighed, placing her hand on the cell walls, making them glow gold around where her hand lay. "That is how you got in here in the first place." She said, closing her eyes she rested her forehead on the wall as well, feeling it hum against her skin. "You have been a good older brother, you have been taking care of me all my life… Now it is my turn to take care of you." She said.
She didn't open her eyes as she heard him walk over, and felt to hum of the wall amplify as Percy rested his forehead against the wall as well. "Very well." He said, resigning to their new life, the sadness still in his voice. She wished she could hug him, comfort him, and she knew he wished to do the same.

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Sigyn put up an air as she made her way to Loki's cell. She smiled, despite being both physically and emotionally exhausted. She greeted him, sitting down on the steps that elevated his cell as she always did.
Loki looked up from his book, sitting on a chair in his room. His eyebrows knit together as he scrutinized her slightly. His perception was very good, and he could see that behind that smiling face, there was a worn soul. He marked his page before closing the book, setting it aside to continue reading later. "Did you brother not wish to speak to you today?" He asked simply, considering that that was perhaps the reason for her pain.
Sigyn looked slightly surprised, and shook her head, "No, I had the pleasure of speaking to him." She shouldn't be surprised though, he was very good at noticing very slight things. And perhaps all these times they spent together, he was becoming more and more aware of her. She sighed, no longer feeling the need to put up any airs. "You know I come to visit my brother?"
Loki crossed his legs and nodded, plucking the little white queen chess piece from his table. "Yes I do, that is about the only thing I seem to know about you."
She nodded, looking away, "Good. Let us keep it that way." She said.
Loki frowned at this. At any other time, he would have dropped the subject. But this has been an ongoing issue with her. She would always thwart his attempts of getting to know more about her, either by changing the subject, or ignoring it completely. He played with the chess piece in his hand, levitating it slightly with his magic, "You seem to know everything about me, my brother, my father, my mother, yet I know nothing of you." He said.
Sigyn said nothing for some time, simply staring ahead with a worn expression on her face. This unnerved him. "Are you still wary of me?"
She finally looked at him, shaking her head, "No, at this point I have resigned to knowing that you cannot harm me, nor do you wish to, even if I give you information about me." She said, looking ahead. He examined her carefully, wishing he could read her expression. "Then what is it?" He asked. "At this point, you have told me plenty of tales. The only one you seem to look over is yours…"
Sigyn shook her head, looking down at her hands, "I do not tell you because I do not want to breathe life into my past again." Finally, she looked at him, "I suppose this sounds silly, but I regard my time with you as an escape." She looked back ahead, not at anything in particular, just anywhere but his emerald eyes filled with curiousity. "My past, and my life outside of this dungeon, my feelings regarding my brother, all the things you want to know about? Those are the things that I am trying to escape from… So if you please, those are the things I'm going to avoid speaking to you about."
Loki looked down, understanding what she means, but the curiousity is enough to drive him insane. For now, he must oblige in her wishes. "I see…"
"Good."

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Sigyn's shoes made vast echoes throughout her empty estate, mirroring the emptiness she felt. She looked down as she always did when she walked past the large portrait of her parents that hung in the foyer, Lord Andrel and Lady Mertal. Her father stood tall and proud, still in his armor. He was one of Odin's most regarded generals, strong and brave. The portrait showed her mother, beautiful and regal, sitting at his side.
She came to her room, as her servants dressed her and got her food ready. She tried to strike conversation with one of her maids, but her replies were short and courteous, as they always are supposed to be. As she turned to leave, Sigyn wished to reach out with a trembling hand, begging her to stay.
She did not want to be left alone. She dreaded being alone. This large house, devoid of her family, left her hollow and aching inside. She did not wish to be alone…. Not now.
But the maid did leave, for she did not voice these thoughts out loud. And when the doors closed behind her, she began trembling, tears freely flowing, burying her face in her hands.

Loki changed into a green, long sleeved tunic and comfortable black trousers, stretching before laying in bed. During the day, the lights in the cell were lit so brightly he was sure their brightness rivaled that of the sun, but at night, they were thankfully dimmed. Even so, he found it hard to sleep. What kept him awake before was thoughts of his family, and where he belonged in the universe, and how close he was to dominating the entire realm of Midgard. But now, he found that the subject that plagued his tired mind was a particular beautiful, dark haired maiden. His thoughts were interrupted though, when he heard someone approaching his cell. Sitting up, it took a moment for his eyes to focus on the cloaked figure that sat down in her usual place by his cell wall. She faced away from him, resting her head on the enchanted wall, causing it to glow around her and hum. "I could not sleep." Was the first thing that she said to him.
Loki pulled his covers off, shifting himself so he was sitting on the side of his bed. "You as well?" He asked, getting up and walking over. "Though I like the idea of a woman coming to visit me at night, this is a bit of a surprise." He joked, and when it didn't get the smile he wanted as a response, he grew more concerned. He sat down as close as he could to her, willing her to look at him, but she did not. "Sigyn… What is it?" He asked, concern was heavy in his voice.
For a while, she did not reply. He wished he could read her expression as he examined her. Though her eyes were puffy from crying, she was still beautiful.
"Can….Can I tell you a story?" She asked simply, her voice had a strange tone to it. She sounded far away, and on the verge of crying.
Loki was confused, was this really a time to tell stories? But he simply nodded, curious to what she had to say.
She took a deep breath, then began. "There was once a little girl…. She had a family, a very happy family." As she spoke, Loki could tell that she was trying hard to hold back a second wave od tears. "She had a loving mother, a brave father, and a protective older brother." Loki had many questions, but he kept them to himself. The best thing for him to do now is to just listen. "The father was one of the king's most trusted generals…. When the girl was still a child, her father went away to fight in a battle alongside the king. Her mother went with him, for along with being known for her beauty, she was also known for her healing spells." She took a deep, ragged breath, "They did not return…. The little girl clung to her big brother as the king handed them an honorary crest, to show the kingdom's regard for their parent's sacrifice." Loki closed his eyes, realizing what she meant with this story. He remembered this battle, he remembered the time from when he was just a child as well. He remembered how his father, rather, Odin. How the king left in high spirits, and came back victorious, but beaten and worn, having lost many faithful men. He remembered standing alongside him and Thor, as the Allfather handed these favors to the family of those who have passed. He tried his best to remember Sigyn, he should have seen her, he must have. She continued, "Now the girl is older, and she finds her home to be the loneliest place to be." She chuckled a bit through the tears that had developed while she told her tale. "She even finds herself to the point where she prefers the dungeon to her own estate…"
Loki exhaled, shaking his head as he reached a hand out, for a second forgetting that there was a barrier between them. The wall glowed golden around his hand on contact.
"Can I stay here, with you?" She asked, her voice shaky. She refused to look at him, "I would go to my brother, but I don't want him to see me like this…"
Loki nodded, "Of course…" He said.
She tried her best to get in a comfortable laying position on the hard stone floor, clutching her cloak tightly around her.
Loki looked at her carefully, as a lock of dark hair fell slightly over her cheek. He reached his hand out again, touching the barrier and receiving the glow and the hum of it stopping his hand. He wished he could reach out and move her hair away from her face.
"Will you sleep too?" She asked.
He smiled at the question, how her voice sounded so soft, almost childlike in its innocence, quite a difference from how she normally sounds, so regal and strong. "If you wish." He lay down as well, resting a hand behind his head to keep his head off of the hard floor. His other hand, he kept by the enchanted wall. He gently placed his knuckles against thebarrier, feeling it hum and watching it glow.
Sigyn saw this. After a moment, she gently reached her hand out as well, touching the wall with her delicate fingertips, wishing she could hold his hand.
She closed her eyes, and he simply watched her rest. How tired she must be. How much did this weigh on her mind? He wished for freedom so badly, to be out of this dungeon. But there she was, free to go home, but to what? She wanted to avoid speaking of it, not wanting to be reminded of the pain it brings, but she also wants someone to know. She wants someone to know her pain, understand it. She must have been battling with this for a while, to the point where she was so exhausted, she wanted to tell someone. She couldn't very well tell her brother; understandably she would not want to worry him. Loki imagines that she puts on such a façade when she visits him, of how life for her is going very well, all so he does not worry about her. The only person that she opened up to about all of this… Was him? Loki was shocked at this realization…. No one ever trusts him, as they shouldn't. He's never had so much faith placed on him, yet here she is, pouring her heart out to him, allowing him to see her at her most vulnerable.
Eventually, he fell asleep as well. He was later woken by the lights being brightened back to their normal capacity. A collection of grunts and groans from the other prisoners resonated, as they do every morning at this soundless wake-up call. Loki opened his eyes to see that she was gone. He stared at the place where she lay the night before, before getting up. It wasn't just her that was showing her most vulnerable side, she was bringing out something in him that he thought was long gone, something that he was sure he would never be capable of. Making his way back to his bed, he reached out and gently grabbed the white queen chess piece, taking it with him as he lay back down to rest.

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AN:
*In Lumpy Space Princess voice* Oh my glob you guys, DRAMA BOMB!
I hope you all enjoyed everything in this chapter so far! Please let me know if you did or did not, and what parts you liked and didn't like! I had a blast writing this chapter, and throwing Loki in situations he has never encountered before!

And I'm proud to tell you all, yes, Percy is slowly and surely getting furniture! I know this has been plaguing some of your minds, especially a reviewer by the name of Cosima N (awesome name btw, 3 Orphan Black)

Keep tuning in! I got some more juicy Sigyn/Loki action, especially this next chapter!