Son of No One VI
Morgana sat alone in her hall of mirrors and reminisced:
The Asgardian streets were bustling full of life and laughter and sound. It was one of those days in which Master Sitaan gave her temporary freedom…days which she always spent in the in the markets, days which were always too short for her liking…days in which Morgana belonged to herself, before she belonged to Master…days in which Morgana remembered that she was still able to feel.
She jostled her way to a nearby jeweller's stand, the light glinting off the precious stones having caught her eye from long the street.
'Ah…beautiful young lady…" the stand-owner's voice struck her as rather…slimy, "such beauty I have before me today-today I am lucky man, yes?" the stand owner spoke slick, Morgana had the decency to blush at the man's advances, although his were words that he had told another thousand women, and words that Morgana had heard from a thousand different men.
"Let me guess…I can always guess…Lady wants diamonds? No? How about sapphires? Blue as the great oceans they are!" Morgana giggled, very demurely whilst the stand-owner continued demonstrating the various pieces.
"Oh I know it now!" he took out a necklace, a simple silver chain wrought with purple gems of various sizes, "the lady like this, and yes? Amethysts, like the lady's purple gaze, yes?"
Morgana purchased it immediately. It was beautiful, and it cost her the year's entire allowance but she bought it anyway. She walked aimlessly, admiring the piece in her hand…
When, in a small instant, like the batting of an eyelash, and in a long moment, like the drawing of a breath, the necklace was snatched from her hands. She cried out in surprise and outrage, and immediately set chase at the offender-running right to the edges of the market right into the homesteads and out into the golden fields.
"Stop," Morgana cried into the wind, "Little thief stop!" thank the cosmos that her legs were ling and carried her far and quickly…she was able to tackle the small offender to the ground, making a snatch for the necklace causing the chain to break, and for the amethysts to scatter across the wheat fields.
"YOU!" she rained a slap on the offender's face, and much to her surprise, the grubby little offender burst out into tears.
Morgana was at loss.
"Stop crying, little thing…so that I may anger at you." But they were lost words; the little thing cried harder, leaving dirty tear-tracks running don her cheeks. Morgana lifted herself off from the thief, and knelt beside on the dirt amongst the tall wheat.
"Are you a boy or a girl?" Morgana asked the though just occurring to her. The little thief looked ambiguous, pretty enough to be a girl and dirty enough to be a boy…pretty despite being sickly thin and gaunt. What stood out were the golden eyes that stared at Morgana solidly through the tears.
"I'm a-I'm a g-girl-a girl." Morgana nodded,
"What is your name, girl?"
"I don't have a name." Morgana frowned this time, creases forming across her elegant brow.
"Well…then I will give you one, I will call you…you shall be named…Freya? No. There's too many of Freya…you need a new name. A stronger name," Morgana stood and pulled the girl with her.
"I shall name you Sigyn. Lady Victory, how about that? I am Morgana, but you must always call me Mistress."
Loki soldiered on through the pushing ice wind, needing to reach his ice home, to make sure that Sigyn and Hemidall were still there. He had an uneasy feeling…as he trudged on determinedly, he reminisced:
Loki was four winters when his mother-tall and mountainous, a frost giantess, stormed into the room in which he had spent all his life-the giantess grabbed his small body and a little less than violently cast him out into the ice outside-
Loki remembered the tears freezing on his face.
Loki remembered crying out to his mother.
Loki remembered mother saying, "Go now! Go before he gets here!" but Loki was too young to understand what was happening and so cried and clung. Go, she told him…but she was mother, and mothers love their children, it was what she always said…always!
Loki remembered finding his way to the ice caverns that would become his home and crying, just hot salty tears that refused to freeze and that made his head hurt,
Loki soldiered on, and locked the memories away.
Short chapter….So sue me ;-)