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A/N: Just so you know, I am merging bits and pieces of the movieverse, comic world, and general norse mythology together. It's like I'm dancing around plucking the things that interest me, and leaving the things that don't.

Whispers

Sigyn had taken to wandering the gardens at night. There were flowers that would only bloom in the moonlight, letting off blue hues that would light up the garden beautifully. She wasn't sulking. She just preferred the quiet breeze than the boisterous halls. At least that was what she told herself.

"Sigyn" A soft whisper drifted across the wind.

Sigyn turned around quickly. In the pale moonlight stood a beautiful woman with a veil covering half of her head. Sigyn had never seen her before.

"Who are you?"

The woman lifted her veil to reveal rotten skin stretched over pale white cheek bones.

"Hela" Sigyn breathed in shock.

"I see Father has mentioned me."

"How couldn't he? You are his daughter."

"I've always imagined that he blocked out that period of his life." Hela slowly tilted her head to the side staring intently at Sigyn.

"To some perhaps, but not to me."

"Hmmm. Fascinating, but I am not here to discuss the relationship between you two." Hela knelt by the flowers.

"What are you here for?" Sigyn asked carefully, kneeling down with the goddess of death.

Hela plucked a flower and watched it wilt, quickly crumbling into dark dust. "Where is Loki?"

"I assume he is within your realm, as I doubt he went to Vallha given the circumstances in which he died."

"Alas that is problem, I only recently found out that he is supposed to be dead."

"Excuse me?" Sigyn gasped. "What do you mean 'supposed to be dead'?"

"He isn't in my realm Sigyn." Hela leaned into Sigyn's personal space. "Where are you hiding him? It is against the laws of nature to play with death. He needs to pass on even if you aren't ready for that!"

"I haven't done anything!"

Hela stood up abruptly. "Than who has? You are the only one who cares enough to step into the dark arts."

"He's dead. I have been mourning ever since he fell off the bifrost and-"

"The bifrost?" Hela interrupted.

"Yes, he fell off the bifrost. It is impossible to survive the fall." Sigyn stood slowly.

Hela laughed, and it gave Sigyn shivers to watch the dead skin stretch even more to allow such facial movements.

"The more I learn about the living, the more I think how foolish they are."

Sigyn bristled at the insult, but didn't utter a word.

"I apologize for interrogating you so. This wasn't how I would have like to meet my Father's wife. I suppose I will take my leave, as I don't have to worry about an escapee."

"I don't follow."

"It isn't impossible to survive the fall. Of course Father had to be the first one, that's just his style.

"What exactly are you saying?" Sigyn asked, her heart racing.

"I think you know." Hela smirked, reminiscent of Loki's notorious smirk. A cold wind blew suddenly and Sigyn watched as Hela's image scattered into the moonlight.

Sigyn repressed her boiling emotions, and robotically walked back towards the palace, unsure how to react to such news.

Loki and Sigyn meandered through the gardens. The light from the palace and feast glowed warmly in their background. Sigyn's hand lay in the crook of Loki's elbow.

"I am glad Frejya came to this banquet." Loki murmurred.

"It is always a pleasure to leave Sessrunmir Halls….officially." Sigyn grinned mischievously up at Loki.

"I do like being able to walk the gardens with you Sigyn in public, but I do love your unofficial visits." Loki insinuated, pulling Sigyn closer.

"Hmmm so do I." Sigyn sighed.

They walked slowly down a path, enjoying each other's presence, not needing to speak.

"I heard some interesting news tonight." Loki finally said offhandedly.

"Of what nature?" Sigyn asked, nervous to start the inevitable conversation.

"Frejya was awful loud tonight. She appeared to be bragging about your engagement to Theoric. When were you going to tell me about that?"

"Tonight." Sigyn said defensively.

"And this engagement is mutually felt?" Loki asked.

"Gods no! It was all Mother's doing. I've only met the man twice. Are you jealous?" Sigyn teased, leaning into Loki.

"I'm not jealous." Loki wrapped his arm around Sigyn.

"Oh. Sure you're not." Sigyn giggled, a few inches away from Loki's face. He gave Sigyn a hard look. Loki urgently pressed his lips against hers, claiming her as his own.

In that moment it was just the two of them. Their lips moved roughly together, their hands tangled within one anothers hair, desperate to get closer to one another.

The snap of a twig broke them apart. They quickly separated in time to see Volstagg and a giggling blonde walking on a nearby garden path. The Volstagg raised a hand in acknowledgment before continuing down the winding path.

Loki breathlessly whispered into Sigyn's ear. "It may be hard to believe, but I don't have any doubts where your loyalty lies."

Sigyn blushed. "Really? I thought I was unpredictable." Sigyn turned into Loki, and bit his ear playfully, running her tongue up the edge of his ear.

Loki groaned. "Careful love. There are people about, don't tempt me so."

"Tempt you? I didn't know that was possible." Sigyn smirked, running a hand through her hair.

"I expect a visit to my chambers tonight." Loki said roughly, pulling Sigyn against his chest.

Sigyn didn't respond, she just smoothed down Loki's black hair with a coy smile.

"There was reason for coming out here. It was to ask for your permission." Loki paused, waiting for Sigyn to ask, knowing that she wouldn't be able to resist.

"For what?"

"Crashing your wedding." Loki's voice lowered dangerously.

"My love, I wouldn't expect anything less."

Sigyn sat next to Lady Sif. Though Sif still bore a grudge against Sigyn and her part of the hair incident, she had become more tolerant of Sigyn's presence, especially after the death of Loki. One could mistake them as friends now, maybe they were of some sort.

"Where did you go?" Sif asked curiously when there was a lull in bawdy war stories.

"Out for air."

"You seem to do that a lot." Sif commented suspiciously.

"As much as I have in the past." Sigyn responded lightly. A visitation from Hela was unheard of besides people didn't like the reminder of death.

"You're hiding something."

"Hmmm. Maybe. How are you and Thor doing?" Sigyn asked steering the conversation away from her.

"He is still infatuated with the mortal." Sif said grumpily.

"Has he asked for a divorce?"

"No. We're separated at the moment. Men like to have their fill of all types of women." Sif glared down the table towards Thor.

"You seem to be taking it well. If Loki had tried something like that, I would have been seething all the time."

"Thor is not Loki. I knew when I married him what I was signing up for. This Jane Foster is not the first. I am his wife and in the end he will always come back to me."

"I wish you luck with all that. He doesn't realize what he is missing."

"Yes he does."

Sigyn smiled awkwardly, unsure how to respond to such a comment.

"I wish to speak with Thor." A silence spread over the hall, as people stopped and stared at Heimdall, some people mid swallow, food dribbling out of their mouths.

Thor got up quickly. "Of course Heimdall."

The hall erupted into whispers as they left.

"Heimdall never leaves his post." Sif said astonished.

"Well I am sure he left to get some of this delicious roast lamb. The cooks out did themselves tonight." Sigyn said sarcastically.

"This isn't something to mock Sigyn. War could be upon us." Sif fingered her broadsword.

"Then he would have gone directly to Odin. Not everything is about war and the glory of the battlefield."

"You sound like Loki."

"I did marry him, did I not?"

Sif rolled her eyes, choosing not to reply.

"You know what" Sigyn paused, "I want to know what they're saying."

"I wouldn't do that, he only asked for Thor."

"I'll do what I want. Thanks for the input sister dear." Sigyn said distractedly. She wondered if this had anything to do with the news Hela had implied.

She entered the corridor in time to see Heimdall headed off to the throne room. "Where is he off to?"

"To Odin to deliver the news."

"Are we going to war? Sif seems to think that is the only reason Heimdall would leave his post." Sigyn joked.

Thor didn't take the bait or even laugh. It looked like he was debating whether or not to tell her something.

"What did Heimdall tell you?" Sigyn asked softly.

"My sister, please do not break the corridor again." Thor paused for a moment. "But Heimdall has seen Loki on Midgard."

Next Chapter: Ugly Chitauri, a brotherly flashback and Loki rocking a suit.

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