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Chapter 9

Loki awoke to the loud hammering of raindrops on the window. He stretched to try and rid himself of the last claws of sleep, and was surprised to find he could spread across most of the bed without hitting anything. He sat up and looked around to notice that Sigyn was not in their bedchamber.

Sighing, he rose and decided to find out where she had gotten to. Yesterday had been upsetting for her and he didn't want her doing something silly.

After dressing, he walked out of the bedroom and entered the main living area and was thankful to see Sigyn there. She was sitting cross-legged on the floor, dressed in her white night-dress with Fenrir's huge grey head filling her lap, and the book he had been reading the day before laid out in front of her. Her eyes, though looking at the open page, didn't seem to actually be seeing it and had a glazed look as if her mind was somewhere else.

"I thought reading bored you." He spoke suddenly.

She jumped and her head snapped to look at him, eyes wide. She stared at him for a few moments as her face dropped from surprised to melancholy. "It seems a sane thing to do."

He frowned when she looked down and started stroking Fenrir's head. She was obviously still upset about the events of the previous day. Loki didn't know what to say or do, so just walked over to stand a few feet in front of her. Both she and the wolf looked up at his presence, waiting for him to speak.

"I should inform you that I will be going to Vanaheim tomorrow with my brother, Sif and the Warriors Three. A friend of ours will be celebrating her birthday and she has invited us."

Sigyn looked at him, taking in his words, showing no emotion. "How long will you be gone?"

"A day, two at the most. No more than that."

She nodded and looked back down at Fenrir, breaking the eye contact between them. "I suppose it will be good to avoid my brother for a few days."

Loki seemed as if he was about to say something when there was a knock at the door.

He called for them to enter, and Amma did so with a concerned look in her brown eyes. "Excuse me, My Prince, I hope I am not disturbing anything." She waited and when Loki didn't respond she carried on. "The princess' father is here."

Sigyn looked up. "Where?"

"In the throne room, Princess, with the king."

Sigyn nodded and looked to Loki. "I imagine he wants to see me about yesterday." She stood and looked back to the maid. "Would you help me get dressed, please, Amma?"

"Of course, My Lady."

Loki decided to take his leave, the large wolf trailing after him.

Sigyn sighed as Amma dressed her. Loki did this a lot. He would go off and do something during the day and when he came back he wouldn't discuss it with her. Even if it was the most boring thing, Sigyn thought it would be nice for him to tell her about his day. Though they had only been married for three weeks, she had hoped that they would be a bit closer, or that she would at least know more about him at this point. Even at night when they were in bed, he had not coupled with her since their wedding night. They just lay side by side without acknowledging each other, no intimacy at all.

When Amma was done dressing her she curtsied and left to make the bed, leaving Sigyn to go and find her father.

When she arrived at the doors to the throne room and the guards didn't open the doors for her she frowned in confusion. She was about to say something to them when she overheard a certain sentence uttered by the All-Father.

"How is it that she is like this, Hugin?"

Sigyn froze and remained silent. She knew they were talking about her and wanted to hear her father's answer. She herself didn't have a clue as to how she came by her powers. Whenever she had asked her father he had either changed the subject or shouted at her.

Hugin was quiet for a few tense moments before finally speaking. "It is my fault."

Sigyn's heart skipped a beat.

The All-Father remained silent and waited for the Lord to continue.

Sighing, he carried on. "It was during the war against the Jotuns on Midgard. Just before we left to fight, Hallótta told me that she was with child once more. I was overjoyed of course, and found that I fought with a new purpose; to get home to my wife in time to be with her when our second child came into the world." He paused to take a shaky breath, showing his emotional state. "Towards the end of the battle, when I killed one of the Frost Giants, his father witnessed it. He decided not to kill me. His vengeance was something that I would have to live with. I know not how he knew about my pregnant wife, but he… he… he cursed the child within Hallótta's womb, promised that they would be an outcast.

"When I arrived home I saw that my wife's health was deteriorating. She later died giving birth to Sigyn." Hugin took another deep breath. "The Jotun got his vengeance. It is because of my actions that my daughter is the way she is and my wife is dead."

"It is not uncommon for women to die in child-birth." The king tried to offer some comfort. Thor's birth had been a difficult one for his wife, but she had managed to persevere.

Hugin was shaking his head. "Yes, but it is still my fault. It was no normal ailment that killed Hallótta. Her insides had been frozen. Her lungs could not take in breath and her heart could not beat."

Both of the men's heads snapped to the doors when they heard the sudden sound of swift footsteps getting further away.

Sigyn felt as if the air had been sucked from her lungs. Her legs moved unconsciously as they sped through the golden corridors. She had no idea where they were taking her, she just knew that she needed to get away. She soon found herself outside, in the palace gardens. She was quickly soaked through by the pelting raindrops, her braid and dress heavy on her, making it harder for her to keep up her speed. Eventually it became too much for her and she collapsed to the ground. When she landed, she made no attempt to rise again, she just lay on the grass, feeling numb as the rain hammered down upon her.

She knew not how long she lay there, letting the feeling of hollowness flow through her. Sigyn felt herself slipping further and further into unconsciousness, the darkness closing in in her vision. The last thing she was aware of was the feel of a large, wet, furry nose nuzzling at her face.

"Have you found her?" Frigga's voice was frantic as she met up with her youngest son. Since Lord Hugin had come and told them that Sigyn had overheard him telling the All-Father of how she had been cursed, they had all been desperately searching the palace for her.

"No," Loki replied. "I am going to search outside."

Frigga nodded. "Thor is already searching there, you can help widen it."

With a nod, Loki swiftly ran to exit the palace. When he got outside he saw his brother running towards him.

"Loki," he yelled. "Loki, I have found her."

A wave of relief washed through Loki before he shouted back, "Then where is she? Why have you not brought her back?"

"Calm yourself, Brother. Fenrir is there, he won't let anyone near her."

"Take me to her, now."

Loki followed Thor as he ran through the gardens and into the small forest.

Of course, Loki thought as they neared the clearing where he had first met her. Why had he not thought of this place first? It is where she always seemed to go when she ran away.

When they arrived, Fenrir's vicious growl could be heard. The large wolf lay against Sigyn, who was curled up in the wet grass. His growling stopped when Loki started to approach, though he still had his sharp black eyes trained on Thor.

Loki knelt beside Sigyn. Gently moving the wet hair from her face, he saw that she was awake. Her blue eyes were open, though they had a glazed shine to them as if they weren't seeing what was in front of them. He shrugged off his outer layer and wrapped the leather around her despite knowing that the cold didn't bother her. Carefully, he slid his arms underneath her and picked her up.

"Fenrir," he ordered the wolf to follow as he headed back to the palace, his wife cradled in his arms.

Frigga was waiting for them when Loki burst through the doors to their chambers.

His mother exclaimed in surprise and quickly ordered for a bath to be drawn. Amma and another two maids followed the orders swiftly, dragging a large copper tub into the bedroom and fetching buckets of hot water to fill it with.

Loki and Frigga stripped Sigyn, throwing her drenched clothes to the side, and deposited her in the steaming bath. After dismissing the maids, Frigga sat on one side of Sigyn, softly washing her whilst Loki sat opposite.

"What is wrong with her?" Loki spoke as his mother rinsed the soap from Sigyn's hair.

"She's in shock. It isn't surprising really, discovering what she did."

The prince remained silent, observing the way her wet hair stuck to her bare shoulders. "I didn't think it would be like this," he whispered.

"What?"

"Marriage. I thought…"

"You thought that you would be able to carry on living like you did before."

He nodded reluctantly.

"You cannot do that, Loki. You are sharing your life with another person now."

"I didn't ask for this, did I?" he hissed. "You and father made the decision for me. All because of a small scandal."

"There was more to it than that. Do you really think your father would agree to something so important because of an insignificance?" Frigga stroked Sigyn's hair tenderly. "She will be good for you, Loki, in ways that you have yet to understand."

He frowned, about to ask what his mother meant, but was interrupted by her saying, "Shall we get her into bed?"

Loki stood her up while Frigga towelled her dry. He then lifted her out of the bath so that his mother could dress her in her night-gown before carrying her to the bed.

Frigga stroked Sigyn's forehead and whispered comforting words to her until eventually her unfocused eyes fluttered shut and her breathing deepened. The queen made to leave, and when she reached the door she turned back to look at her son who was sat in a chair by the bed. "Look after her," she whispered before leaving quietly.

A few hours later, Sigyn's eyes slowly opened. She blinked a few times as she stared at the ceiling above her, recognising it as her room. It seemed to be a common occurrence now; waking up in her bed with no recollection of how she got there.

Mussing her hair against the pillows, she turned her head left to see Loki sitting in the chair by the bed, closely observing her. Her gaze flickered to the copper bathtub behind him and she frowned in confusion.

"We bathed you." Loki spoke.

She turned her attention back to him. "Why?"

He looked at her for a moment. "We found you outside, Sigyn, lying on the ground in the rain. You were soaking wet."

Her eyes squeezed shut at the rush of emotion. "So it wasn't a dream then," her voice was a whisper.

Loki didn't reply. It was a statement, not a question, she wasn't looking for an answer; she already knew. "Your father wants to see you."

"I do not want to speak to him," she spat out. As soon as the words left her mouth her wide eyes flashed to her husband's. "I apologise, My Prince, I did not mean to speak to you in such a way." She sat up with a sigh, her shoulders hunched over and her pale blonde hair formed a curtain over her face. Her voice was barely a whisper when she spoke next. "I would understand if you wanted a divorce, My Prince."

Loki frowned. "Could you enlighten me because I do not understand?"

Sigyn looked up to him, her crystal blue eyes filled with tears. "I killed my mother." Her voice wobbled as she spoke, but the anger in it was blatant.

"Plenty of mother's die birthing a child."

"Yes, but not in the way mine did." Her fury was increasing with each word she spoke. "My mother died because I am a freak! I killed her! If it wasn't for my retardation she would still be alive now!"

Sigyn burst into tears and brought her knees up to her face, hugging them tightly. Loki just stared at her, dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. His mother had told him to look after her, and he supposed in this case he needed to comfort her. He moved to sit on the edge of the bed. "I… I am not going to divorce you, Sigyn."

Her shoulders continued to shake with sobs so he reached out tentatively to place a hand on her back. Needing the security, she leant back into his touch until her head was against his chest and his whole arm was around her shoulders, holding her there. "Why would he not tell me?" she moaned into his shirt. It was clear she was speaking about her father. Loki didn't have any idea how to respond so he just continued to hold her as her cries slowly got quieter and quieter.

Eventually she became silent and it was only her continuous tears that showed her sorrow. She slowly raised her head to look him in the eye. Loki looked back steadily, not recognising the emotion in the blue depths.

Her face seemed to relax and the tears slowed down. "I am not part of his family anymore." She spoke matter-of-factly, almost as if she was trying to make her words true by saying them aloud. She gently grabbed his left hand in her right, and held it tightly. "I swear complete fealty to you." Her eyes did not break from his. "I will remain loyal to you through everything for the rest of our lives… my husband." She shifted so that she was kneeling before him, facing him squarely. "I promise this with all my heart and soul." Slowly she leant towards him and pressed her lips to his. When she pulled back, she stared at him earnestly and whispered, "My vow is sealed."

As her sweet breath washed over his face, Loki's breathing became shallow and his pupils dilated as pure desire flowed through him. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back onto the bed, quickly following her and nestling his hips between her legs. His kiss was rough and eager, but she matched it with enthusiasm, battling her tongue against his.

She pulled away and gasped as he started to grind against her. She tried to reach for his shirt, but he held her wrists on either side of her head, continuing to rub his hardness between her legs.

With a strength she didn't know she had, Sigyn pushed against him and rolled them over so that she was straddling him. She leant down to place heated kisses across his face and neck as her hands reached down to start unfastening his trousers.

When she had pushed them down past his knees, Loki gathered up the material of her night-dress so that it was bunched around her waist and he grasped her hips. Both of their heads rolled back and their mouths fell open in unison as she sank down onto him.

She remained still, adapting to this feeling of being so incredibly full. Impatient, Loki sat up so that their bodies were pressed together, and he wrapped his arms around her, lifting her up and down.

She eventually moved of her own initiative and bounced on his lap, gripping onto his shoulders tightly. His kissed and licked her exposed neck as her head dropped back between her shoulder blades, her long curls tickling his thighs. As the warm feeling arose inside her, she stared to moan and her movement became erratic.

Knowing he was close to his own release, Loki pushed her back against the pillows so that he was on top, and he pushed into her rapidly as if he were nailing her to the bed.

Her hands ran down his back until they reached his backside where she gripped tightly, making sure he was going in as deep as he could, and leaving crescent indents from her nails in the process.

He started to grunt in time with her moans as he neared his release. She cried out loudly as the waves of pleasure washed over her. He soon followed suit and pressed his lips into her neck to muffle his groan as he spilled his release inside of her.

They lay there, panting while snow sprinkled down upon them, cooling their heated skin. When he regained some of his breath, Loki pushed of his boots and trousers, and rolled off of her, pulling her into his arms.

He looked deep into her azure eyes, making a silent promise to take care of her and to treat her as a wife should be treated. It was the least he could do after that vow she had just made. He had never had such a show of fidelity directed at him before, nor had he ever been so needed by another. He sealed his promise with a kiss as she had done, before stroking her curls as they both drifted off to sleep.

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