So many different universes, so many different possibilities. And in some loves Sigyn and their different stories. Pictures and brief information have been written about some of these possibilities. But what is her full story, we don't know. But we can spin them further in our thoughts ^^
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Trickster's Toy story by @roruna
Sigyn Iwaldidottir has had a crush on Loki since she was a child. Even after Odin cast him out and Loki attempted to take Midgard or Asgard, she still remembers him as the boy who rescued her from her burning house. Even knowing that he's an unrepentant villain can't stop her loving him. She'll happily fight Thor and the Avengers so his dream of conquest will come true. And she'll protect him from anything that could threaten him, no matter the cost.
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The young Sigyn lives alone with her husband Loki in a remote mountain hut. He is a special kind of person, as Sigyn has known since their first meeting. But that didn't stop her from marrying him. But when Sigyn discovers the mutilated corpse of a fox in the forest, she knows that the couple are not alone in the wilderness. Who โ or what โ emits those strange screams in the night? Whose clawed footprints can be seen in the snow around the cabin? When three strangers appear on the mountaintop and search the forest for a mysterious creature, Sigyn knows that the newcomers could anger Loki. And when Loki is angry, truly terrible things happen...
One day a new girl came to kindergarten. Everyone thought she was strange because she only spoke in rhymes. โWhy are you talking so strangely?โ little Laura asked the girl. The girl replied: โI'm not talking strangely, that would be outrageous. Almost astronomical and kind of stupid.โ Then she moved on. Laura stood there with her mouth open: "Astro... what?" she asked - but the girl was already out of earshot.
The more the girl spoke, the more children began to speak in rhymes. โHello, kindergarten teacher, I have something in mind. I would like some more tea. Would that be okay?โ
The kindergarten teachers were surprised at the children who now only spoke in rhymes, but they also found it funny. And so they joined in themselves: โHello dear children, we are now playing a game. The inventor's things. Winning is the goal.โ
It didn't take long before everyone in kindergarten was only speaking in rhymes. When the parents picked up their children, they were very surprised that everything their children said rhymed: โWe were almost exclusively outside, I could hardly catch my breath. It was so much fun. Didn't even think about the time. Now you're here to pick me up, can I still play short and sweet?"
The parents found this strange. Lauraโs mom asked Laura why she was talking so strangely. Laura replied: โI'm not talking strangely, that would be outrageous. Almost astronomical and kind of stupid." Lura's mom stood there with her mouth open: "Astro... what?" she asked - but Laura was already out of earshot.
The parents looked at each other in surprise. But then they began to rhyme themselves without realizing it: โI see my child playing there. One among many. But it speaks in rhymes. Will it stay that way?" Another mother turned around: "I can probably say no, at least I don't believe it. But you also spoke in rhymes right now - almost like a poem." Then everyone had to laugh.
Now a father also intervened: โWhat should I say to my wife when she hears the child talking? I don't want to complain, but I'm slightly confused." "Say it's normal - everyone rhymes now. If it weren't like that, it would be fatal, because then the child would be strange."
And so the parents started rhyming too. Then the parents' friends and it didn't take long before the whole country rhymed and anyone who didn't rhyme was strange.
Then one day she came to kindergarten. And suddenly it spoke without rhyming. Laura came and said: โYou talk so strangely. That's incredible. Almost astronomical and kind of stupid.โ
Then the strange girl smiled and said: โI am Sigyn. โDo you want to be my friend, even if everything I say doesnโt rhyme?โ Laura thought for a moment. Then she took Sigyn by the hand and said: โSure! Let's play. Iโll show you our really great play area.โ
And so the children gradually stopped rhyming again. Then the kindergarten teachers stopped rhyming. Then the parents, the parents' friends and soon the entire country.
And what do we learn from history? So strange becomes normal and normal becomes strange. But no matter what you are like, it's good the way it is.
The Legend of the Blood Sword by @jonquilclegane
For centuries, Asgard and Vanaheim had waged war, their animosity etched into the stars. Battles raged across the realms, their forces locked in endless strife. On a day when stormclouds rumbled like drums of war, the battlefield drank deeply of sorrow. Among the slain lay Freyja, the goddess of love and war, and her brother, Freyr, god of harvest and peace. Their deaths left Vanaheim fractured, its golden halls draped in mourning.
In the shadows of this tragedy, a young goddess, Sigyn, knelt by the cooling bodies of her mother and uncle. Grief twisted her heart, but grief soon gave way to a burning desire for vengeance. She swore an oath that Asgard would pay a heavy price for their cruelty.
Sigynโs father, Iwaldi, was a dwarf of unparalleled skill, his hands capable of forging marvels to rival the treasures of the gods. But the weapons of war had claimed his beloved Freyja, and now his forge lay cold, his hammer silent. Yet when Sigyn came to him, her voice firm with resolve, he could not refuse his daughterโs plea. Together, they conceived a weapon unlike any other: a sword not only of deadly beauty but also of ruinous powerโcursed to sow chaos among those who wielded it.
Iwaldi forged the blade in secret. Its steel gleamed like moonlight, its hilt set with gems that seemed to capture the essence of stars. Sigyn whispered spells of vengeance into its forging, binding it with a curse so subtle and insidious that none would sense its power until it was too late. When the sword was complete, it was given a name: Veigr, the Doom Bringer.
Disguised as a wandering smith, Sigyn journeyed to the borders of Asgard, carrying the blade swathed in silk. Word of the swordโs beauty spread like wildfire, and soon it was presented to Odin himself as a gift from an unknown benefactor. Veigr dazzled the Allfather, who marveled at its craftsmanship. Without hesitation, Odin claimed it as his own, and Sigynโs trap was set.
The curse worked slowly, unraveling the threads of Asgardโs harmony. Quarrels erupted among the gods, their once-united council descending into discord. Harvests failed, the Bifrรถst flickered unpredictably, and an ominous shadow loomed over Yggdrasil, the World Tree. Sigyn watched from afar, her heart cold with satisfaction.
But vengeance is a tempest, its winds unpredictable. One fateful day, as Sigyn roamed the forests near Vanaheimโs border, she encountered a figure unlike any she had seen. He was young, his hair dark as midnight and his smile sharp as a blade. He introduced himself as Loki, son of Odin, and his clever eyes seemed to pierce through her defenses. Their meeting was brief, but it set her heart racing, and for the first time since her motherโs death, she felt a flicker of something other than rage.
Despite herself, Sigyn found excuses to linger near the borders of Asgard, hoping to catch a glimpse of Loki. Fate did not disappoint. Their encounters grew more frequent, their conversations longer. Lokiโs wit was a match for her own, and she found herself drawn to the mischief in his eyes, the warmth in his laughter. He spoke of his struggles in Asgardโof feeling like an outsider, of his desire to carve his own path. To her dismay, Sigynโs hatred began to waver, replaced by something far more dangerous.
As her feelings deepened, so did her guilt. She had set a trap for Lokiโs family, a trap that was already tightening its noose. Yet she could not bring herself to confess, for fear of losing the fragile bond they had built.
Meanwhile, the curse of Veigr reached its crescendo. Odin, sensing the bladeโs true nature at last, ordered it cast into the void. But the damage was done. Asgardโs strength was diminished, its people fractured. Whispers of war reached Sigynโs ears once more, and she knew her plan had succeeded beyond her wildest dreams.
But what was victory, when it tasted of ash?
Lokiโs affection for Sigyn did not go unnoticed by Odin. Suspicious of the young goddess, he summoned her to Asgard under the guise of peace.
Before the throne of the Allfather, Sigyn stood, her heart pounding as she met Lokiโs questioning gaze. Odin demanded the truth of her identity, and under the weight of his piercing gaze, Sigynโs secrets unraveled. She confessed to forging the sword, to cursing it, and to her desire for vengeance.
The hall erupted in outrage, but Lokiโs voice cut through the clamor. โSigyn,โ he said, stepping forward, his expression unreadable. โWas anything between us real?โ
Tears streamed down her face as she answered. โYes. All of it.โ
Moved by her sincerity, Loki pleaded for her life, offering himself as her guarantor. Odin, though enraged, saw the potential for redemption and issued a decree: Sigyn would atone for her actions by forging a new blade, one that would mend what Veigr had broken. With Loki by her side, she returned to Iwaldiโs forge, where they began the arduous task of creating a weapon imbued not with vengeance, but with hope.
As the forgeโs fires roared, Sigyn and Loki grew closer, their love tested by the weight of their pasts and the uncertainty of their future. Together, they forged a blade worthy of the gods, its light banishing the shadows that Veigr had cast. When it was presented to Odin, he named it Bjartskรญr, the Bright Flame.
Though Sigynโs actions were not forgotten, her efforts to heal the wounds she had caused earned her a place among the Aesir. She and Loki were wed beneath the branches of Yggdrasil, their union a symbol of the fragile but enduring peace between Asgard and Vanaheim.
In the end, Sigyn learned that vengeance could never truly mend a broken heart, but love, though fraught with risk, had the power to shape a new destiny.
"You want me to marry, Amora?" Sigyn is stunned to hear what Amora demands of her. Her cousin was actually engaged, but she ran off with someone else. And because Jotunheim people are waiting for the next queen and the treatment of her seriously ill father a lot Costs money, Sigyn gives to the ruler of Jotunheim hesitantly said yes. This ice prince, whose fiery looks reveal his distrust - but also a frightening desire for her, his false, innocent bride!
The Story of the Traveler
Since her parents' murder, Sigyn has grown up with her foster mother Karnilla and learned from her the art of taking away the sins of the dead. But when Karnilla is also murdered, Sigyn is left with nothing - except for a cloth with an embroidered coat of arms that the murderer lost and the burning desire for revenge. Fully on her own, Sigyn embarks on the dangerous journey and unexpectedly meets the warrior Loki. He claims to know the bearer of the coat of arms and offers her his help. But can Sigyn trust the young man.
"Do you think there are things between heaven and earth that we cannot explain?"
When Sigyn Johansen receives a ring as a gift from her cousin, she has no idea that it is made of magical silver. But then she unexpectedly ends up in the hands of the aloof Loki Odinson.
She is shocked to discover that she has traveled through time and is in the 11th century Icelandic Middle Ages.
Sigyn feverishly thinks about how she can get back to her old life in the 21st century, but her heart has chosen a man from another century.
Gray, boring and uneventful probably describes Sigyn's life best. But when Loki Odinson kidnaps her, the confusion is complete. If Loki is to be believed, Sigyn is the lost princess of Vanaheim. Suddenly she finds herself confronted with demons, elves, gods and other mystical beings worlds opposite.
Sigyn suddenly becomes the target of the demons a centuries-old battle for the throne of Vanaheim. Who can she even trust in this new world? And then there's Theoric, a mysterious warrior who hates her for some reason. If that weren't enough, there's also the forbidden crackling between him, Loki and her.
Death by green magic by @jonquilclegane
In the golden halls of Asgard, where the light of the Nine Realms converged in shimmering splendor, Loki, son of King Odin, basked in the joy of love. The trickster prince, known for his wit and cunning, had found a rare peace in the arms of Sigyn, the radiant princess of Vanaheim. Daughter of the ethereal Queen Freyja, Sigyn embodied all that was gentle and pure. Her laughter rang like silver bells, a sound that had pierced even Lokiโs guarded heart.
Their love blossomed quickly, a wildfire consuming the boundaries of their realms. Soon, the grand announcement was made: the union of Asgard and Vanaheim would be sealed in their marriage. The promise of eternal happiness loomed on the horizon, yet even the brightest of days could not chase away all shadows.
Lokiโs obsession with magicโespecially the forbidden, darker artsโbegan to cloud their shared joy. Though he was a master of illusions and spells, he craved mastery over the arcane mysteries whispered of in ancient texts. To him, this dark magic promised unparalleled power, a way to step out of the shadow of his brother Thor and claim his own legacy.
Sigyn watched him from the sidelines, her joy turning to unease. She saw the gleam in his emerald eyes, the way he secluded himself in the farthest corners of the palace, poring over forbidden tomes. She could feel the magicโs pull on him like a sinister undertow, and it frightened her. One evening, she approached him in his study, where the air was thick with the acrid scent of incantations.
โLoki,โ she said softly, her voice a balm against the tension in the room, โwhy do you let this consume you? We have so much to look forward to. Must you pursue this path?โ
His shoulders tensed, and his eyes, usually so tender with her, flashed with frustration. โYou donโt understand, Sigyn. This magicโฆ itโs the key to everything. To respect. To freedom.โ
โBut at what cost?โ she countered, stepping closer. โI love you, Loki. I donโt want to lose you to something so dangerous.โ
Her words, though spoken with love, struck a nerve. Lokiโs temper flared, and with a sharp gesture, he sent a ripple of raw energy through the room. Books flew from shelves, and a candleโs flame extinguished with a hiss.
โLeave me alone!โ he shouted, his voice cracking under the weight of his frustration. โI donโt need your pity or your meddling. Justโฆ go.โ
Tears welled in Sigynโs eyes, but she stood firm. โI wonโt leave you, Loki. I love you too much for that.โ
Loki said nothing, turning away from her, his fingers clenched into fists. His love for Sigyn warred with his anger, but pride kept him silent.
Weeks passed, and Lokiโs obsession grew. Finally, through sleepless nights and relentless study, he unlocked the secrets of dark magic. The power surged within him, a tempest of green energy that crackled around his hands. At last, he had what he had longed for. He summoned Sigyn to show her, to prove he had triumphed.
โLook at what Iโve accomplished,โ he said, his voice brimming with excitement. โDo you see now? Iโm more than Thorโs shadow. Iโm a master of my own fate.โ
But as he demonstrated his newfound power, something went horribly wrong. The energy spiraled out of control, the green light growing wild and chaotic. Sigyn, standing too close, was caught in the maelstrom. Her scream pierced Lokiโs ears, and thenโฆ silence.
When the light faded, she lay lifeless on the ground.
โNoโฆ no, no, no!โ Loki fell to his knees, cradling her limp form. โSigyn, wake up! Please!โ
The room seemed to tilt as reality closed in on him. His magic, his pride, had cost him the only thing he truly cherished. Grief and guilt consumed him as he rocked her body, tears streaming down his face.
Lokiโs despair led him to the shadowy depths of Helheim, the realm of the dead. He sought an audience with Hela, the cold queen of that desolate domain. He pleaded, bargained, and threatened, but Hela remained unmoved.
About a fateful pact with a fearsome demon...
Sigyn promised her mother three things: Eat never something that travel offers you. Don't tell anyone your name. And most importantly: leave under no circumstances agree to trade with the dark elf. This summer breaks Sigyn every single one of these promises. What would be if Sigyn would have summoned dark elves using black magic? And when a giant wanted much more from her than she did Firstborn? Namely also their memories.
And what if Sigyn not just limited to guessing names but penetrates deep into the giant's heart to take back what he took from her. Because Sigyn wants to only one thing - protect her family. But it has to they put themselves in danger, tell lies and fight for their lives - in a world which sometimes simply shows no mercy. She will make it, not just yourself, but also to save her family? And what is behind all of them? secrets?
Part 29 is in progress ^^
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Part 27
So many different universes, so many different possibilities. And in some loves Sigyn and their different stories. Pictures and bri
