A/N: Another short chapter, sorry guys but the next one is finished. I just need to do a little editing. I wanted to make it longer but it just felt right to finished where I did. I would rather have more chapters than ones that don't flow. Thank you to everyone who has read this so far, you are amazing. Enjoy. :)
The two sat on the couch facing each other and began to talk of what had occurred since they had last seen each other last, on Asgard. As they entered the conversation, a blanket surrounded them shutting out the external world and containing their own. The conversation began with small, humorous talk, such as a tale of Volstagg getting Thor's helmet stuck on his head causing the need for a blacksmith and Sigyn being terrified of the toaster, this device she promised to display to Loki later as they were not permitted to leave the blanket.
The conversation within their blanket carried on like this until suddenly the subject of Loki's true heritage was brought up. Sigyn listened to the painful recitation of the day Loki was forced to see that his life had been a lie. Silent tears ran down the girl's cheeks as she heard of the torment Loki had gone through. The years of living under a shadow and striving to break into light but this light was never to fall upon him despite everything he did for his father. He had risked everything yet nothing could truly release him from the corner he was forced to hide in. Shadows were cold, lifeless places creating the need to be a monster disguised as a man; to survive in darkness oneself must possess equal darkness. Nothing could change what he was and what he had become, he would always be a monster.
As Loki delved into his hurt the blanket surrounding the two began to draw in, pulling tighter and tighter at the air. The tears streaming down the girl's face turned to rivers, a sob began to rise in her chest. Despite this, Loki carried on. He was becoming angry, all the pain and torment rising up in him. With each heated word, the blanket closed in; each word hanging like shards of glass above the two. The blue eyes pleaded with the green to stop, she could not bear it any longer but his anger blinded him as it had done in the past. Everything he regretted doing was done in the anger he currently felt infecting him. The shards threatened to fall, slicing the suffocating blanket open, exposing them to the world they had left.
Loki uttered his last venomous words, "I will never be good enough, that is why you do not love me Sigyn. That is why no one loves me." They hung in the air for a moment, with the rest of the shards, then came crashing down on the two slicing the blanket open.
Sigyn sighed in relief, she was now able to breath again. The sobs that had painfully hung in her chest, threatening to erupt, were washed away by the clean air. The suffocation of Loki's words had rendered them oblivious to the world.
They had not heard him unlock the door, nor had they heard him as he leant against the doorframe watching the two. However upon leaving the blanket Loki and Sigyn had regained their sharp senses; both paused for a minute as they heard the third-party breathing. Alarm flashed across Sigyn's face and confidence oozed from Loki. For the second time that night, Sigyn had an unaccounted for guest.