Sigyn came to awareness. Her vision slowly recognised the form before her-Thor…the mighty thunderer. Everyone in the nine realms knew him.
Sigyn came to awareness. She realised, when looking to her right that the figure on the floor in a buddle of the darkest blue of blood was none other than Loki.
Sigyn came to awareness and to her senses-she rushed past the Thunderer- "Lady Sigyn!" he tried to keep her from Loki's blood soaked form but failed-she moved swiftly, she slipped on the blood and landed crashing down onto Loki's form.
Sigyn came to a grim realisation. Loki did not move, did not stir and did not flinch.
Sigyn wept.
"My lady…" Thor's voice was low and soothing as he placed one large, engulfing hand onto Sigyn's shoulder and with ease lifted her off the ground and into his arms. He let her weep against him. She wept bitterly, shaking and gasping for breath-chokingly…bitter tears of guilt…bitter tears of knowing that she hated him for leaving her behind.
"Lady Sigyn we must leave this place." Thor spoke gently.
"How?" she asked her voice muffled in the crook of Thor's neck.
"The same way with which we came…I assume…"
"We cannot leave him here." Was all Sigyn could say to the Thunderer. Thor let her down from his arms.
"Are you able to walk?" She was barefoot and blood soaked, but miraculously not a scratch was on her skin.
"Yes." Thor nodded. He gently, paying attention to not step on any of the blood-soiled ground, lifted Loki and hoisted him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Sigyn flinched.
"We go now, my lady." Loki nodded and followed after Thor, through the ruby halls and right through the mirrors…where Morgana had disappeared…through the fires…right to Arnlaug's house which lay in ruins.
She followed Thor, wordlessly, silent and sombre right to the city…which lay in the midst of fire and ice.
Thor let out a mighty yell-"No!" he let Loki's body fall crumpled to the ground and her ran into the city.
"What happened here?" he asked, grabbing a nearby sentry, scaring the man who had been previously trying to put out a fire in a burning house.
"My-my lord-there was shadows and w-w-winter and there was fighting m-my lord-it is-is over now. We Won. We won." Thor threw the sentry on the ground, where the sentry scrambled away.
He walked-stomped back to Sigyn, whom laid cradling Loki's head. "You let him fall!" she angered at Thor. "You just let him fall! Have you no respect…have you no respect for…the dead…" her voice broke and she wept again.
Another hand was on her shoulder-this time an older, gentler one.
"My child," spoke the All-Father, "let me help you."
Loki knew he was hurt, knew he was in pain and yet he could not feel it. All he could feel was the power, the burning ice flowing inside him, and making him stronger, healing his wounds.
Loki had yet to live.
Sigyn sat at his side for five days and five nights. On the sixth morning, Loki opened his eyes and looked upon her worn form.
"Welcome back." She said, he did not reply.
Soooo...nearing the very end. Glorious chapter of aftermath. Love me for the early update :-)