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iignoble-deactivated20160120

She was right on both counts. Not only would he do whatever hastily chosen thing he wanted to despite her warnings but it was going to blow up in his face like it did every other time he failed to listen to her advice. She was not the blissfully ignorant girl he treated her as, in his heart he knew it. But when did Loki ever listen to any counsel besides his own?

"—And if you’re wrong?" He asked in a much calmer tone. "What if you are wrong and we’ve all sealed our fates by standing by and doing nothing? This argument was going in circles, his doing more than hers. Invoking a prophecy from the oracle was stupid. But there was that nagging worry in the back of his mind that told him knowing was better than being kept in the dark like this.

"You know I do not believe in fate. I put no stock in prophesy.” Yet here he was fearing those very things.

"When is dinner?"

kvangadr

She made no sound as he continued to challenge what she had said for she would just be repeating herself in a tone that could have only been described as begging. She would have begged him to stop pushing, begged him to just let it go if she thought it would do any good but she knew her husband and she knew that when his mind was set on something he saw it through. At least, until he found an answer he was satisfied with and with an oracle, that could take him weeks.

"The entire point of fate is that it always leads to the same end no matter which path you take. It is wiser not to challenge it lest it decide to punish you for testing it," she shrugged and with that rose to her feet, wanting to say no more on the matter. Instead, she focused her attention on the food she had been preparing before he had returned home.

"Twenty minutes." Her voice curt and cut off.

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iignoble-deactivated20160120

His response was first to snort, as though her warnings meant anything to him. Then he grew more serious. “Me seek him out? Just who is it that has been acting like more the omnipotent ruler and less the brother, hmm? He tells no one of his whereabouts all day, not even Frigg knows, and it’s been months like this.” There was more than frustration in his tone. There was fear.

"Sigyn if something is wrong - if the Oracle has made a prophesy - we deserve to know. What right does he have to keep this from us?" Some part of him knew it wasn’t the inevitable fallout with Odin that she warned him of but the consequences of inviting prophesy into their lives.

"What would you have me do?"

kvangadr

Sigyn had never been one to question Odin. Yes, some of his choices made her a little sceptical but she had always believed that he had his reasons for his choices. She had blind faith in Odin, something many would call foolish but mostly, it was because it was not her place to question him and she wished Loki would resist seeking answers. It was never wise to go against the All-Father's orders and if he had wanted to be found, he would have made it easy to find him. "Perhaps that is because he wishes to be alone," she retorted in a matter-of-fact tone.

"He probably has his reasons, Loki!" She let out an exasperated sigh. "Yes, we deserve to know but we should not stick our noses in. Knowing the future is dangerous and the less people that know it, the better otherwise turmoil and conflict unravels much quicker when people know what is to happen to them."

Her gaze fell to the ground. "I would have you do nothing but I know you and I know you'll do something regardless of me expressing what I would have you do."

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iignoble-deactivated20160120

Her touch stilled him a bit but his mind still throbbed from the stress of it all. If the Oracle spoke then shouldn’t Odin tell them? He always had in the past.

"Why when he makes no effort to seek me out?"

To Loki it seemed weak to be the one who broke first. One-Eye wouldn’t give him any answers, but, and it was a long shot, maybe that damned head would. “But you’ve given me an idea and I’m going to run with it, forst thing tomorrow I’m going to that cave and I’m going to make Mimir tell me what he’s told the General.”

kvangadr

“Perhaps he has just been too busy to seek you out.”

It was a feeble attempt to try and assure him but she knew when Loki begun to doubt Odin it was futile trying to convince him the General still appreciated him.

When he announced his idea, Sigyn’s hand stilled its actions and her eyes grew wide. That had no been her intention at all and his plan seemed out of the question to her. Forcing an Oracle to speak was never wise and it was even less wise to do as such behind Odin’s back when he had been letting no-one near the Oracle.

“Loki, you mustn’t! Doing as such will only end badly.”

#lokkja #v; main

kvangadr

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gavefarmore

It feels right. King Ragnar. It’s enough to stay him for the time being, to keep his thoughts upon England, rather than craving more and more and more— but he knows that even this won’t last too long. It’s his nature, isn’t it? To want more, to seek answers and claim whatever it is that he desires for himself? He’s so very good at it, after all. Stopping now wouldn’t make any sense, just because he’s King.

After all, he can go so much higher— but he has yet to fall so far from his Gods that he may believe himself more worthy of their title. ( But it will flutter through his thoughts at times, in his darker moments, because Kings are lesser to Gods and Ragnar Lothbrok is better than them all— )

He’s pulled promptly from his thoughts by a voice, by news of somebody unknown travelling so very close to the old home of the dead King Horik. Ragnar moves to his feet, curiosity having once again gotten the better of him, though such a thing is no longer too much of a surprise, is it? It’s his nature and it leads him on, leads him out to this unknown arrival.

Footsteps are careful as Ragnar exits into the courtyard, his own vibrant blue eyes narrowing at this stranger not too far ahead of him now. He notices her looks first, how pretty she is— and those thoughts are not entirely forgotten about as he starts with his questions. A man like him could have an unlimited supply, too. With each answer gained, he would think up a hundred more, never to be sated. Hopefully, she comes up with the right answers.

“Who are you?” he asks with a frown, tone none too kind. “I have not seen you before.”

kvangadr

Sigyn was not normally full of questions but since receiving her rune and gaining access to powers she had never had before, she had gained a thirst for knowledge. In this particular case, it was more a thirst for details. She wanted to know everything Odin had known about Ragnar Lothbrok for if she did, it would be easier to test if his devotion to the Gods was still as strong as it had once been and to test if he was worthy of the crown he had stolen.

A humble farmer who claimed to be a descendant of Odin had made his way through the ranks with a prowess that had evidently impressed the All-Father but along the way, Odin had begun to doubt his wisdom and the stability of his mind. The goddess could understand why after hearing the amount of betrayals and tortures Ragnar had committed but that made him no different to the Gods. After all, half the tales of the Vanir and Aesir were based upon betrayals and sorrows. They would not be worth telling if they were joyous stories for Midgardians were warped creatures and loved to hear of other’s sorrows.

Just as she had with Odin, Sigyn now absorbed every detail she could; the structure of the castle, the paths that lead away from it, the nearby stalls, the attire of the people but most importantly, she focused her gaze upon the King that now stood in front of her.

I have not seen you before.

The faintest of smirks tugged at the corner of hers and she had to resist replying with ‘Oh but you have’ considering a monument to her stood proud and tall in Uppsala just the same as all the other Gods and Goddesses.

“They call me Stjörnu,” she replied, her voice unwavering as the lie rolled off her tongue. So many years married to Loki had made lying a simple task despite the fact she did not do it often. Though, it was not a complete lie. Many did refer to her as the North Star, the ever constant and ever present.

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angrbctha

Angrboda considered Sigyn’s words, then nodded. “That is true enough, I suppose, but I am much more than you can see. I hold a high position in Ironwood, I can shift aspect, I have power you couldn’t even imagine. All of those things I have achieved on my own, with no input from Loki. I raised three monstrous children without the slightest input from their father! But all you can claim to have done is stand constantly behind Loki - not something many people would boast about. You are defined by him - any strength you have comes from Loki, and it looks like he’s not all that strong anymore.”

kvangadr

"Power may be power but one day, as it always does, constancy and devotion pays off. I may not be anyone of importance or anyone special but my day will come. After all, perseverance is crucial and I have persevered through all the trials mine and Loki's marriage has gone through. The Norns will smile kindly upon that one day and if they do not, at least I can say I meet my death with clean hands and a clean conscience," Sigyn replied. She would much rather be able to say that she died with no blood on her hands and led a good life than having led a life where she relied upon cantrips and glams to survive. She needed no magic to survive. She was a fighter, a warrior and survivor in a right of her own.

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gavefarmore

“At times,” he says, looking to her now. “But if Lord Oðin finds himself pleased by me when my time comes, if he takes me into his great hall— why worry about overcoming challenges that I would take on anyway?”

kvangadr

"Wiser words were never spoken. I am sure the All-Father will welcome you into his glistening halls with open arms," Sigyn replied, utterly bemused. She had heard Loki speak of how Odin watched over the mortal known as Ragnar but it was only upon meeting him that she understood why. "Wisdom in the face of trials, after all, is what he favours most."

#gavefarmore #v; to walk on midgard

landnama-deactivated20140802

brothers do tend to adventure off together, do they not? Truer words have scarcely been spoken, and a smile breaks out over mischievous features in response to the statement. Like the Gods they’d claim as ancestors, Ragnar and the trickster have explored far and wide together;; they have altered the course of their histories. Someday, their sagas will be told to young and old, their names raised up to legend.

Though as legendary as the King is destined to become, the son will be even greater. “And did you find your way to this place yourself? Or did they escort you this far before running away?” Perhaps they have business with someone here. Perhaps they are friends, allies, traitors. Perhaps they do not matter in the least. The trickster would place a large bet on the latter being the case;; the strong pull he feels towards this woman has nothing to do with the men not even around her. “Have you been to Kattegat before? What is your name?” So many questions he has, before considering to find her identity. Seldom has he been so curious about a stranger, and he finds his steps carrying him until he can stand in front of the woman. Shoulders hunch and head tilts, pale eyes flickering over her face. There is something at once familiar and other about this woman.

kvangadr

“As much as they look for trouble, they are well-behaved enough to escort me somewhere safe before they venture off.”

Safe. She at least hoped this place was safe. Nothing about it screamed otherwise.

If it was not, she doubted Loki would have left her in such a place, he knew she would complain to Frigg and then Frigg would give him an earful. It was wiser to appease her opposed to annoying her; for as gentle and loving as Sigyn was, there was only so much mockery and abandonment that she could withstand before the innocence, light and affection vanished from her eyes.

To a certain degree, Loki had put up with her when she had managed to catch up with him and Odin but then when they wished to go off and experience their usual adventures, she had been more than happy to stay behind in a nearby town. It was refreshing to experience a world that was not Asgard, to see outside of the walls of her home, to taste the air and listen to nature as it sung the songs she knew all too well.

“Never before, my Lord,” she replied, ever polite with her mannerisms and etiquette – to such a degree, she must have seemed overly so. That was simply who she was; the kind hearted, the gentle, the woman who always had a smile on her face and welcomed those she did not know or particularly liked. If there was ever a phrase that summarised Sigyn it was kill them with kindness.

“Sig is my name. With whom do I have the pleasure of first speaking to in my first time in Kattegat?”

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I shall share my two sad scenarios with you tomorrow, sob.

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When you're meant to be trying to sleep but you make yourself sad by imagining scenarios of your otp.

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iignoble-deactivated20160120

His reaction was still surprising even himself. It wasn’t the typical indifference that he usually showed to Sigyn, even sex between them was approached more like an obligation more than a pleasure. But there was something to be said for normalcy, the way it creeps up on you when you aren’t looking. That was what Frigg had been hoping for, what was wanted from him. And things with Angie were at a close, natural in it’s own odd way.

Perhaps I need this, he thought to himself. A respite from chaos was why he came into this Aspect, and Sigyn for all her annoying traits had let him be exactly what he was, as best she could at least. He could give her this.

Besides there were things here in Asgard that needed his attention anyway. With her he would have three square meals, her adoration and affection on his side again, and while being a parent wasn’t high on his priority list he was curious. There was something undeniably intimate and impossible to ignore about knowing she was pregnant. When so many saw him as chaos and destruction it flattered him that he could create something as orderly as life.

”Hows this then, I promise you that I will be home more often, I’ll be here when you need me.”

kvangadr

It had not been long into their marriage that Sigyn had learned it would be impossible to tame Loki. He was born of Chaos and despite being named, he'd never truly be tamed. She had accepted that as much as she could but in her heart, she had always longed for some sign that he really did love her, that he needed her but they were signs she was never blessed with. As much as that pained her, she bore it well. She refused to show the hurt it caused her for as long as she physically could and she stayed strong, stable and unwavering even in the face of his infidelity.

Yet now, with a child in her womb she needed him. Even though they both lacked parental experience, this was the only time she would rely on him, the only time she would dare ask for some for of constancy and reassurance. It felt strange being the one to ask for such when she was normally the constant figure in their marriage.

While the compromise in his new promise was less likely to break her heart than an absolute promise of fidelity, it still ached to consider he was saying such words out of warped sense of duty or need to please her. She longed for him to mean them, longed for him to genuinely love her but she would settle for less for the time being in fear of her want for more would only push him further away from her. He had been out of her reach for so long already that even closing the gap slightly was satisfying for her.

With a sad smile upon her lips, her hands came to hover by his face, fingertips ghosting against his jawline as if worried he was just a delusion of her love sick mind and she had dreamt this scenario up.

"Deal," she replied before rising up on tiptoe and gently pressing her lips to his.

I want to kiss him. Not because I want to feel the softness of his plump lips or the warmth of his breath as he exhales against me. I want to kiss him because I can’t think of any other way to fully express the beauty that he is. I want him to know that I see him as perfect. That he is perfect.

(via syllogismoi)

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