A Marvel Loki fanfiction focusing on the relationship between Sigyn and Loki
“The God of Mischief is what many know Loki by. His tale of treachery against Asgard is a tale that is known through the realms as a warning to many, so that if they ever see him be wary of what he may do. Though, not everyone saw him in that light. Thousands of years ago there was a girl who, instead of seeing a god, saw a man without love. This is the tale of Sigyn Iwaldidottir. the wife to Loki, princess of Asgard, the Bride of Victory.“
Asgards’ light shined bright, allowing for cascading colors to shine in their true iridescent shades. The kingdom glowed with radiance as the golden pillars stood tall imitating the power the realm had. Magic could be felt pulsing through every citizen, old and young, as their day commenced. Some felt its pleasant buzz to a higher degree and used it for their daily routine. The chatter of excitement was loud as the people of the fine kingdom gossiped throughout their day. Chores were being done and people were going about as their intentions plagued their minds.
Up in the castle, the light glistened on each surface enveloping it in a warm glow. The harsh noises of the outside atmosphere contrasted vigorously with the calm silence in the palace halls. Guards switched shifts releasing the exhausted men from their statuesque pose that they had been keeping up all night. The chefs in the kitchen were creating the morning meal for the royals, warriors, and help as quickly as their limbs would allow. Odors oozed out, swallowing the air in thick scents of fermented grapes and with the spice of sauteed meats. The mouth-watering fragrance couldn’t compare to the taste itself as one bite would allow even the fussiest of eaters to gobble its contents in mere seconds.
King Odin himself sat upon his throne looking out the crystal windows seeing the smiles of his people. His gold armor provided a stark contrast to his snow-white hair and matching beard. His ravens, Huginn and Muninn, perched atop the throne as they looked around cawing from time to time. Speaking their coded language that no one but Odin himself could truly understand. One flew slightly and perched on the Odinsword, careful to not brush against it for it was sharpened to a deadly point daily. As to always be ready for any oncoming battle that could commence. Though it would be a day of celebration as a grand festival would occur in honor of Thor, as he had defeated a massive horde of Bilchsteim.
Queen Frigga was starting her morning by quickly getting ready and thanking each maid that passed her. Her hair laid atop her head in intricate braids that help pearl pins to make sure nothing moved out of place. On this very morning, she wore her deep plum dress that draped around her form; radiating effortless elegance. She was making sure everything would be perfect for the gathering as she checked and re-checked every little detail. From making sure each cloth was neatly pressed to even forcing Thor to wash after his training with Sif and the warriors three in the bog of Vifilsson.
Now that was a sight to see. A grown god pouting about being told off by their mother, some things never change. Once Thor had left the youngest of the family Loki, decided to have a bit of fun. As some would say, “No day was complete without a little sprinkle of mischief.” Once he was in the washroom Loki was able to sneak in and swiped Thor’s garments. He needed to get something new, these were disgusting as just by touching them he could feel how they were soaked with sweat and other fluids. Once out of the room Loki had slipped away in the warmth of the shadows waiting for crime to be noticed. Minutes later a grand scream resonated through the halls of the palace. Thor looked like a wet wolf as his hair stuck to his anger-ridden face. Only a small cloth covered his jewels; Loki had to give him some form of decency no one wants to see that early in the morning.
“LOKI! GIVE ME BACK MY CLOTHES NOW!” Thor roared. He held onto the cloth tightly while Loki stayed close to the dark. Thor flailed around searching for any sign of the classical, imperial green and gold Loki possessed. His eyes scanned over my position, deception covered his gaze, and Loki wasn’t uncovered. Thor gave a reluctant sigh of defeat and he trudged away, trying to make sure each hallway was vacant as to not only be scolded again by Frigga but to be humiliated by Odin.
Once the clothes themselves were away from my possession, as to not be caught for the small crime, Loki made his way towards the only sanctuary left in the kingdom. The Grand Asgardian Library, containing authors ranging from Mimir to Thoth, was the largest in all of Asgard. Its many writings were cataloged by the grandmaster librarian Runa. She was a tall woman who always seemed to be in a foul mood; which reminded Loki of how Runa and Sif would be the best of friends. If Runa didn’t have such hatred for these warriors as they would always demand her to tell them their answer instead of easily looking finding it in the many scrolls. Runa always made sure the library was in picture-perfect condition, and all those who chose to mess with her library felt the wrath of her quill. It may not seem legendary but she had deadly accuracy that made archers jealous.
“My prince,” Runa greeted. The two were used to one another’s company as not many would come here unless for something specific. “Greetings Runa. How has your morning been? I do hope that the day-brained haven’t messed with any new additions,” Loki said. His voice always held some snark now. Loki sometimes wondered what he would sound like without the attitude that he had accumulated through his life.
“Just the usual bunch with one exception,” she said. This perked some interest.
“Oh? I didn’t think anyone would be here. You know how those fools act, I’m surprised they even know how to interpret these scriptures.”“I wouldn’t talk like that for it is a new individual. A woman, I haven’t seen her before and I haven’t heard about any new handmaidens. She did seem interested in the tales of the frost giants. Peculiar wouldn’t you say?” Runa said. Her brow raised as she shared a look with Loki. The two weren’t used to new blood in their usual abode.
“Frost giants you say? It is an odd thing to look for, considering everyone’s stance on them. Where is she now?” Loki said. His eyes scanned the vicinity and he didn’t spot the strange woman. “Just past the section about Ymir. She seems to be transfixed, I don’t think she has moved for a solid 20 minutes. Don’t scare her off though my prince, you wouldn’t want to get into trouble so quickly now.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about. I never cause any trouble,” Loki said. Though his smile spoke against his claim. Loki walked away from Ruin’s desk and followed in the direction she had described. Once there Loki scoured the rows of shelved books to try and get a glance of the object of my curiosity. Soon Loki saw her, the black-hair beauty that my dreams couldn’t compare with.
She sat in the corner as Runa had said hunched over a thick book. Its cover showing the crude scribble of a frost giant with its teeth bared and claws extended looking ready to attack. Looking closer Loki noticed that her hair seemed to reflect different shades of blue when the light hit it. He wasn’t sure if it was due to the light hitting the windows. It was as if millions of raven feathers were intertwined into silk and placed upon her head. It suited her perfectly and framed her heart-shaped face. The waves of dark ebony ran down her back with only small silver trinkets braided into her hair. Loki could see that one of them was a butterfly with tiny Lapis jewels embedded into the small frame. Those jewels brought out the ice blue of her eyes that seemed to stop my heart when Loki saw them analyze the page. Those eyes drew me in like a siren singing to the sailors on ships, urging me to follow her in the depths of the abyss until my lungs are filled and Loki can no longer breathe. Loki almost didn’t want to look away, yet he knew if he didn’t the mysterious girl would feel his gaze. Soon Loki followed the curve of her jaw, only focusing on her lips for a split second wondering if they were as petal soft as they looked. His mind quickly derailed away from that thought as Loki could feel the heat on his cheeks from the mental image. Loki could see that her cheeks were splashed with faint freckles which dipped down past her neckline. His sudden reaction to her appearance surprised him as no one had ever taken his interest so quickly.
“Are you going to be staring all day?” she had said. Loki’s voice got caught in his throat when he heard her. The voice was soft but firm, giving off an entrance of a conversation but a warning for those who chose to threaten or mock her. Soon she looked up and her icy gaze consumed him. “Do I have to repeat myself? I thought at least the younger prince of Asgard had more of a brain than his brother. Though it seems my suspicions were incorrect”
A smile graced his face and Loki replied, “so you have heard of me. Then I do expect you know of my reputation.” He leaned against the broad oak of one of the shelves, not breaking eye contact.
“It does perceive you so. Though, some of them do seem like child’s play with no creativity,” she said. She had put her book down focusing her attention on me. A challenge of witts was commencing and Loki had the intent to win.
“Well, there is no limit to what I can truly do.”
“Oh, I believe that. The true question is when will you finally break this facade of remedial pranks. Your speed in the art of magic has impressed many users.”
“So you are one of them I presume. Only the people who possess the gift of sorcery pay attention to others so closely.”
Once Loki had said that a laugh erupted from the maidens chest, allowing him to be blessed once more with the charming melody she produced. “Sadly Loki, I am not a part of that council. Only my wish for knowledge grants me access to that information.”
Confusion was evident on his face as it scrunched slightly as Loki processed the information he was given. It was an odd sight to behold since if she had possessed some type of magic Loki would have been able to narrow down the family she was a part of. Each magical family was held to a high degree of status and would meet with others in grand galas at least once a year. Yet she proclaimed not to be in relation to the magic Loki hold. “Well if you are not a part of a family with ties to this magic then what family are you a part of?”
“Well, I am Sigyn Iwaldidottir, daughter of Iwaldi Iwaldidottir. God of fire, a pleasure to formally cross paths with you prince,” Sigyn curtsied.
“Iwaldidottir family, I have not heard of that name before.”
“Many do not as we aren’t well known. Our name only reaches those who think it is hilarious as one man produced six girls,” she said with an exaggerated roll of her eyes.
“That many? Where do you fall then,” his interest had only grown as Loki learn more about Sigyn. For some reason she didn’t annoy him like most, she was the calm that Loki hadn’t felt in a long time. It was a relaxing moment for him, just to talk to someone who didn’t immediately act like he was a misplaced object.
“Oh this will tickle you fancy for I am also the youngest of my family,” she took a breath to account for, the many names she was about to say. “My sister Dalla is the oldest then it goes Sfori, Nadia, Una, Vigdis, and finally me along with my father.”
Loki was astonished and his mouth hung open slightly. “Well, you were right to assume this would be hilarity to some. I thought I had it bad with the oaf I call a brother. I couldn’t imagine more of him,” Loki shivered at the thought. More siblings seemed like a nightmare he wouldn’t want to endure
“Well it may seem bad but I have lived with them all my life so it has become my normal routine.”
“Now the main question is at play,” Loki said. “You aren’t going to become a handmaiden as your attire is still regal in a sense. So why are you here?”
She looked at him and gave a smile. She got up, dusting herself off slightly, before fully standing at attention. She was average for a normal Asgardian woman, barely coming up to Loki’s nose, but she indeed held herself as a royal.
“For the festival good sir. When your brother took down the Bilchsteim he saved the people of my village. Most of us have come to give our thanks with gifts and offerings for your family. Each one of my sisters has made something for the occasion. I do believe they are talking with Odin as we speak,” she mused.
“Yet you do not join them. Some would say that is a fool way of skipping meeting the King of Asgard,” Loki said. He looked at her, examining her body language, as she picked up the book from the floor. She didn’t seem panicked at the realization of angering her family and Odin with her tardiness. It seemed as if she was amused with his worry if you could call it that.
“They won’t miss my appearance, for they usually forget me. The only one to notice will be Silna and she is no tattle. By every god, we are lucky for that since she knows so many secrets of the people in town. She could take down half the marriages in the village if she merely shared what she knew,” Sigyn laughed.
“She seems like a gift; however, I would like to know more about your interest in frost giants. You seem to have been entranced by the book mere minutes ago?” Loki said. Loki was trying to keep his voice as neutral as he could. Not wanting to surprise her with a large amount of venom from his heart seeping into language.
Sigyn looked back at the book in her hand and at first, didn’t say anything. The air of confidence she seemed to exude faltered slightly as vulnerability came to light. It fascinated Loki to no end that with only a few select words he had rendered her mute. Soon the silence enveloped them as Sigyn still hadn’t responded. Loki watched with a slim delight as she was trying to put the words together before saying them. Wanting to make sure that Loki couldn’t find any flaw in her standpoint.
“Well,” she began. His focus suddenly snapped back into attention.”I pity them in a way. Such as one would pity a child with no mother.” Confusion set in Loki’s face and was about to voice his thoughts before quickly being silenced by a quick glare. “Frost giants are beings as well. They live their lives in their frozen homes and have families like us. Yes, they are different in many ways but our core fundamentals are very much parallel. The only reason that we hate them so is that they have the same amount of gree that we possess. Not the greed for equity but the greed for domination and power. That is what truly makes a difference as we can see the harm it does while they are blinded by their rage and hatred. The hatred that we have fed to them for thousands upon thousands of years.”
Once she finished she looked at Loki with some hesitation. Her small speech rolled around in his head analyzing her key points. She clearly understood the concept of justice and the legitimacy of fueled animosity. Her viewings on the issues intrigued him as the only opinion Loki had ever heard voiced was the adamant hatred Asgardians had against the Jotuun. Finally, Loki answered “ Your words hold knowledge beyond your years. I must admit your reasoning makes sense. Though I don’t think many would share your thoughts on this issue.“
Sigyn looked surprised at the small acknowledgment. “You do not find me questionable for my sympathy for these creatures. “ Loki shook his head, “We must hold some empathy to those who need it. We may not know when we need their strength for ourselves” Sigyn then grinned and held the book tighter. Loki must have been the first person to at least understand her in some capacity.
“I must admit you are the first to pull me into such a questioning state about this debacle,” he voiced.
“I’m glad that I could keep up with your sharp mind and wit. For it is just as known around the realm as your pranks.”
Loki gave a small smile at that. It was a small boost to his ego that he wasn’t just known as the mess up of the family, but people saw the knowledge he held.
“Well I do hope that these rumors hold up to your standards,” He said.
“I understand that I have not understood more of your nature. You are a complex person Loki, I intend to figure you out. “ She said. Her voice sounded determined as if she had started her quest. Oddly, she had for these two would meet once more in the late future.
“Well if you want to figure me out so much then we should discuss it over dinner. Tonight is said to be quite impressive for the many courses my mother has ordered for preparation. I do believe this could peak both of our interests,” Loki offered.
“Your beliefs are correct, though I would have to change. These garments are nice but I do believe that they aren’t as appropriate for this feast,” she said. She fiddled with the hem of her sleeve as she said this validating that the cotton fabric would be changed for something finer such as silk or velvet.
“Well then it is a date, I shall see you shortly. I do hope that your interest is still peaked by then,” Loki said getting a bit closer. His charm was being used full force and its effect was instant as Sigyn’s smile was evident on her face. The two didn’t notice that they both had identical flushes on their faces.
“Oh believe me when I say nothing could deter me from knowing you better,” she teased. The two then backed away from one another not realizing that they were inches apart. The two awkwardly got out of the corner that they had previously been in to be greeted by Runa putting some scrolls away.
“Excuse me,” Sigyn said towards Runa and quickly walked away, keeping her head down slightly as to not show how embarrassed he was. Runa turned to look at Loki who was standing there watching Sign leave.
“Well, this is a true sight I didn’t think anyone would ever see. The god of mischief has a crush~” Runa teased.
Loki finally snapped out of his stupor and snapped, “I do not! Don’t say such trivial things. I am merely just..” he tried to think of something but nothing came to mind. He could see the grin on Runa’s face widened and she placed her hand in front of her face to contain her laughter.
“Oh leave me be you old hag!” he stomped away. He could hear the beginnings of a cackle until it was cut off by the door separating them closing. Loki kept walking without truly knowing where he was going. He had never really felt this mixture of anxiety and nervousness about one person, more specifically about a random girl. In less than an hour, Sigyn had Loki’s mind and soul wrapped around her finger, even if she didn’t know it.
Soon Loki came across a familiar door; it being the entrance to his chambers. He quickly went inside and closed the door casting a quick spell to make sure no one could get in. Soon his mask fell and he dragged both his hands through his hair, messing up his refined look. His mind was still racing at the thought of seeing Sigyn’s beauty once again that night. He wanted to impress her in a way that was different and unique. He could tell by her nature that she wasn’t one for grand jewels or gold, experiences seemed more her style.
As he pondered his mind for ideas Loki quickly looked through his wardrobe and picked out an attire. It was his usual iconic emerald green but instead of gold accents, he traded it out for silver. The main focus was the coat that went past his knees that cut in the front to show the vest and black pants underneath. The coat also had some embroidery on the cuffs resembling two snakes amid battle. His hands were littered with rings, and some bracelets, he still had to show his superiority somehow. To top the look off he was wearing his normal boots that didn’t make a sound.
Loki soon checked the time and realized that the feast wouldn’t start for another two hours. All he could do was let his thoughts wander back to the meeting. Even though his nervous exterior, Loki could feel the bud of happiness begin to slowly open. For the first time in his life, Loki hoped that the bud would bloom into something great. Only time would tell.
