A scenario began to unfold before him. Everything was still. There was frozen snow on the ground and above the darkness dancing in the twilight…in that same darkness was the epicentre of the point in which the astral plane was originating. Sigyn floated white above Loki and Sitaan surrounded by gusts of energy.
Loki laid his blood-red gaze upon Sitaan's obsidian skin and eyes, "Well now…we are here-"
Loki was cut off as Sitaan landed the first blow.
Sigyn knew nothing. Sigyn knew everything, she existed, and yet she knew that at the same time she did not.
What was certain was that she sensed Loki somewhere around her. She knew that he was there even though she could not see him…
Loki avoided the blow narrowly-landing ungracefully, with a great thud into the snow upsetting the stillness around him. Sitaan attacked swiftly and with almost deadly accuracy, like a snake hunted its prey.
Loki could not attack-Sitaan was waiting for Loki to finally tire out.
Sigyn, in the plane between existence and non-existence could sense another presence other than that of Loki. The two beings were engaged in a deadly dance-fire and ice, dancing in a battle…dancing in a battle…Sigyn could feel the all-obliterating fire consume the ice.
The forces around her danced with her fear…with something akin the glee she realised that she had control, if only a little…
Loki felt the sharp pain before he realised that Sitaan had plunged one of his fighting daggers into his side. He was in a bad state-he was no warrior…he knew not how to fight and yet here he was fighting for a little brown girl that he barely knew…and he was so certain that she would hate him after all this. She would hate him for leaving her in Sitaan's clutches. She would hate him for allowing her to be used as a weapon to destroy Asgardia.
Perhaps, if she were to survive, she would think of the times they had kissed and she would miss him after he had been long gone. Perhaps not all was lost…perhaps he could prevail still…if he fought harder…then he could take her away from Sitaan, away from Muspelheim…away from everything and everyone, back to his ice-home and they would live there. Perhaps he would take Arnlaug to live with them too.
The Loki would never be alone again.
But as he fought on, as he struggled throwing ice-bolt after ice-bolt towards Sitaan Loki's body age in, and he realised then that there would be no tomorrow for him.
Sigyn realised that with her mind she could manipulate the forces around her. She felt a burning lust for revenge against the fiery being beneath her; she aligned the forces around her…it took a lot of energy from her, it took all the fear she had for Loki's life…
Loki charged at Sitaan one last time before he knew that his body would give out. He could feel pain even here in the Astral Plane, and whatever injury he suffered his body would suffer back in Muspelheim.
He would never make it out, but perhaps he could let Sigyn have a way out…
Sitaan charged at him-with a great leap they were both in the air.
Sitaan struck first, he sank his blade into Loki's shoulder…
Sigyn blasted the forces with all her might towards the fiery energy…she realised too late that Loki and the fiery force were mingled…Loki would take the worst of the blow…then Sigyn felt something give, and the Muspelheim loomed near…
Loki's ice bolt hit its mark at the dead centre of Sitaan's chest were his hand lay.
Ice so cold that it burned him enveloped him and Sitaan both, most of it burning itself into his skin. The bolt aimed at Sitaan intensified, for one brief moment Loki felt invincible, immortal, a burning beacon of perfection…then the blackness that tore from the sky enveloped him...
In an instant, as the All-Father fought he saw the great tear in the sky close. No more winter beat down upon him and his fighting comrades. The sun began to emerge and slowly the shadows were forced to retreat.
I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter, but there you go. The story is nearing the end.
He felt victory close within reach. Asgardia would prevail.