The Feels
Chapter Two: The Feels
Sigyn walked down the stairs of her tower happily with Lagertha in hot pursuit, her new collar jingling as she runs down the steps. Excitement is running through her veins as today after a week of waiting patiently, Little Bill is coming with mail from the town. Packages were coming for her, a lot of them that she had pleaded and begged Thor to get after her visit with Donald.
Donald was such a wonderful help as he taught her now to use the computer, then the internet and this site called Amazon. It was so very different from the warrior women from Greek and she was unsure of whether she should involve herself with them. But Donald was quick to reassure her and then opened the site for her and asked what she was looking for as he took a sip of his drink.
She gave her reply and then gave him a purse full of gems and gold that she had Thor give her for this venture. He had choked on his drink as she asked if it was enough to order from the Amazon women.
When he regained his breathing, Donald said that they had to make a trip to a pawn shop then the bank. The ghostly visage of Thor remained close by, his keen eyes watching over Sigyn as she followed Donald to first the pawn shop to sell a gem and two. The man behind the counter sweated bullets as he looked over the gems and gave them two large bundles of green paper that Donald assured Thor and Sigyn that yes, this was their currency and yes, the man was being quite fair with them.
The ladies at the bank were quite nice as they opened up an account in Sigyn’s name with Thor as her legal guardian. Though they were insistent that he be there to sign the paperwork, Donald had told them that Thor was out of town at the moment on a very important mission and if they wanted a legal guardian for Sigyn right now, then Loki was the next one to call.
30 minutes later, she walked out with a bank card that she could use for shopping.
Now, a week later, her packages are coming. Reaching the feasting hall, she slipped by most of the warriors, crawled under the tables to avoid the Warriors Three breaking their fast and looking for her, before finally crawling up into Thor's lap.
Loki tsked, drinking from her glass of juice as she scowled at the utter cuteness of Thor and Sigyn talking quietly. Sigyn started opening up to others, speaking more words rather than trying to communicate silently like before her visit with Thor’s mortal alter ego that she had spent weeks bribing, coaxing, training and out right coercing to speak to Thor with her voice and not with hand signals.
That mortal had done more for Sigyn in the last three weeks than she had done for the last three months! She wasn't happy to be seething with jealousy and that bitterness against him gnawed at her like a dog would a cast off bone.
She chose to ignore that growing heat for now and focused on Sigyn, muttering a quick spell that allowed her to see the flow of magic in her body, the one that would one day kill her. Before it was a raging river, crashing against the canals of Sigyn’s body but now though the flow was still as fast and raging, it was no longer fighting to be free of its prison. It flowed more smoothly which was curious.
Loki sighed, setting down her cup and calling the attention of her siblings. Perhaps she had better spend more time with Sigyn to get a better feel in how she handled that flow of magic. She wanted to know more about that magic before Doom got his hands on her. Doom was more heavy handed in magic, as most mortals were, but he had skill that she was sure would aid her. A smile curled on her lips that was quickly lost in a gasp as Sigyn had popped up right in front of her.
“What are you thinking about?” Sigyn asked, her nose almost touching hers and her bright blue eyes searching Loki’s own green eyes. A blush colored her cheeks when Sigyn leaned closer, her sweet breath brushing across her lips before she was swept up in Thor’s arms.
“Thor!” Sigyn squealed in delight, grabbing the wings of his helm to steady herself as Loki breathed a sigh of relief, her cheeks still pink from the close contact. “I was speaking to Loki.”
“Loki does not like her personal space invaded by anyone.” Thor said, holding Sigyn above his head. He twirled her around like a bird.
“But I am not just anyone.” Sigyn said, holding her arms wide as Thor dipped her. He paused and looked up at her as she looked back as him upside down. Her hair created a curtain of golden curls. “Loki loves me. She would not hurt me anymore than she has done before.”
Loki stood up suddenly, startling the siblings. “I tire of this.” she announced, stepping around them.
“Loki, wait!” Sigyn reached out, grabbing a hold of Loki’s fur wrap, part of it falling off of Loki’s shoulder. “Sorry, Can’t you stay longer? Little Bill is coming today and--”
“I care not for Kelda’s human pet.” Loki said, pulling Sigyn’s fingers from her wrap, giving them a gentle squeeze as she let them fall before fixing her wrap. “He is not of interest to me and should not be to you.”
“We are in the mortal realm. We are surrounded by mortals and we are to live among them.” Sigyn replied, pulling back to rest on Thor’s shoulder. She didn’t see Thor’s look of concern as he watched this disagreement between sisters. He wanted to speak up but Loki always had a way of pushing all the blame on him and holding it against him for a very long time. “Thor said that we must learn to live and accept them in our lives as he has done.”
Loki whirled on them, anger in her eyes and shooting Thor a heated glare that promised vengeance on him before softening just a bit as they landed on Sigyn. Sigyn didn’t flinch, not much made her flinch anymore since Bor’s attack. “I refuse to lower myself in living among mortals who live and die in an eyeblink. There is no point to their lives and you should know better. You never lived among them in your past life, why should you now?”
“Because I lived with regret in my last life. I stayed where I was told, did was I was told and raised no hand against you. And you killed nine worlds and me as well.” Sigyn said quietly but firm. Her eyes water and she quickly wiped the tears away to keep them from falling. She refused to let those tears fall in front of Loki and Thor. “Can you put me down?”
Thor did as she asked, his hand on her shoulder. “I refuse to live my life in regret. If you want me to live like I did, I refuse. I am not going to hide in silent acceptance. I--” She faltered, looking to the ground, the memories of her former life flashing before her, one memory lingering of her waiting at the castle as the sun set with no word or sight of Loki. He hadn’t been home in years and she still waited from him. It had taken a visit from Thor who had come to see if she were still alive and he was afeared that she was dead as Loki made no mention of her when he had come to Asgard to stay. He had come to give her last rites and burn her body on a pyre so he was very relieved to see her welcome him to their home.
The tears that day made her change the way she lived her life. She moved back to Asgard and lived in the provided wing and didn’t seek out Loki, believing that he would come to her seeking forgiveness for abandoning her. It was long time waiting.
“I--I am not a princess who will wait to be rescued. I will not. I--” Sigyn looked up, her eyes gleaming with something other than tears. Loki felt her rage slipping away. “I am Sigyn of Asgard and I will make my own path for the good of the realm and for myself.”
With that, she twirled around and stomped out of the feasting hall, ignoring the call of Thor and the Warriors Three as they scrambled to catch up with her. She waited until she was out of the sight of the hall before she started running through the corridors. She was fast so it wasn’t long before she reached the stairs to her tower. She made to run up them, had made a few steps up before she stopped.
She was running away again.
And she had made a vow to stop running and hiding.
WIth a firm nod to herself, she turned and sat on the stairs, waiting for the Warriors Three to catch up with her. They had promised to help her carry the packages she had ordered. They reached the stairs, surprised to see her and Volstagg give a mighty sigh of relief. He hated climbing up to the tower. They laughed and though she could see them wanting to ask if she was okay after that fight with Loki, they did not and she was relieved.
They walked to meet Little Bill and for the rest of the day, they enjoyed themselves as Sigyn introduced them to the princess who gave her strength to stand and fight for herself.
Princess Leia had witnessed her whole world destroyed in front her, had protected the rebellion fighting against the empire that choked the galaxy and fought among them and wasn’t afraid to stand for what was right. Yet she didn’t turn cold or seek vengeance for the wrong done against her. She remained focused and loyal and kind and eventually found love. She had changed a man for the better and gave strength to a boy who was lost.
Sigyn wanted to be more like her and if that meant that she had to stand against Loki, who she had never stood up against, then she would.
But later that night, as Loki went to his room, he stopped at the entry when he saw a plushie Princess Leia doll lying across his pillows. A note hung around its neck.
“My present to you. May happiness, cunning and bravery come to you in all seasons of this year and all hereafter.”
Loki grabbed the doll, ready to throw it but stopped and held it close to his chest. A sad smile crossed his lips. Leave it to Sigyn to remember his day of birth long after it had gone. They had been reborn after the day of his birth so Loki saw no reason to celebrate it. But Sigyn always remember and always got him a token in celebration of his life. Most were worthless to him and he had tossed them but as time went by he kept more of them and hid them away even the ones that were useful in potions as she had started to learn his habits and likes.
He sat on his bed, a heavy burden resting on this body's thin shoulders. He had finalized the plans with Doom and tomorrow he was going to turn Asgard against Thor. Not long after, Sigyn would be in his hands and the power running through her would be split between him and Doom.
But the cost to grab a hold on that power…
It would…
It is....
Loki turned, falling back on bed with an arm across his face, denying the wet trails that slid down his cheeks.
“Sigyn, you're wrong about me. I will hurt you, like I've always done. I've never change and I never will.”