Loki and Sigyn, His Glorious Purpose

Chapter Fifteen

SIGYN'S POINT OF VIEW
I knew I had very little time before my husband was to be taken away from me by Thor. I hoped to savor every second I had on his lips and every touch of his hand. I had full confidence he would come back from this mission but he did not seem as sure. 

After our ceremony, Loki pulled me to the edge of the woods away from the prying eyes of my family. He said he had wanted a moment alone with his bride before he had to leave.

Once we were out from the prying gaze of my family, I couldn't help but kiss him nearly fifty times over. I didn't want this moment to end and I certainly did not want him to leave me to go fight a battle.

"Please don't leave," I begged, holding onto him as tight as I could as to not let him go, "I can go with you! I can help, I just want to be at your side, Loki. Please."

He sighed as looked down at me. Loki's blue eyes could barely meet my own. Something was troubling him and I failed to see what the cause of it was.

"Sigyn," he said softly, brushing hair out from my face, "We both know that's not possible."

I rolled my eyes, "Hertha told you I was sick, didn't she? I promise you, my love, I'm fine. I promise I'd be helpful, please just let me come with you.'

He studied me, stroking my cheek tenderly as he did. 

"Darling, you know why I can't let you go," Loki said softly, taking my hand and placing it over my stomach.

My face paled and my eyes widened. He knew.

"How did you know," I questioned, my voice catching in my breath.

I became so nervous all at once as Loki cradled my stomach, looking down without a word. The tears began to well up and my heart beat out of my chest as I tried to figure out whether he was happy or angry. 

"I haven't told anyone," I said hastily, trying desperately to meet his gaze, "I found out three days ago but I-I didn't tell a soul, Loki, I promise.  I'm so sorry."

He looked at me with a furrowed brow, "Darling, do you think I'm angry?"

"I-I don't know, I just assumed you would be," I stammered, "I wasn't going to tell you until I knew for sure."

He shook his head, looking at me with sad eyes.

"I could never be angry at you," Loki said, wiping the tears that had fallen on my cheeks, "Sigyn, this is wonderful. I'm not angry in the slightest, my love."

"Promise?"

"I promise," he repeated tenderly, "You are my bride and now the mother of my child, I want nothing more than for you to be happy and safe. I can't let you come with me, I can't risk you being hurt in anyway."

He held his hand over my stomach yet again. He pressed his forehead against mine and closed his eyes before tendrils of green magic extended from his palm. I watched inquisitively as he began to smile.

He chuckled, continuing to concentrate on the magic he had concentrated on his fingertips.

"This little one," he whispered, kissing me softly, "She's going to be wonderful, my love."

I kissed him again, "She? I'm not far enough along to know, How did you-"

He smirked, "Lucky guess I suppose."

I rolled my eyes and laughed before embracing him tightly.

"Please be careful," I said, "I don't want to see a scratch upon you when you return, understand me?"

He laughed, "I heard you loud and clear. I will try my best."

I nodded before he pressed his lips against mine before Thor called him from the tree line. 

"I have to go," he said.

"I know," I said, taking a deep breath, "I love you."

"I love you too, Sigyn."

We met Thor, sharing one last kiss before he was swiftly handcuffed and they were taken away by Thor's hammer. I desperately hoped that my husband's intuition regarding his safety on this mission was invalid. I needed him to come back and it wasn't just for my own sake.

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Days passed without hearing a single word from Loki. My intuition told me that something wasn't right by the way Odin had avoided me with all fervor upon my move in to the palace. I knew better than to press the Allfather for information regarding Loki, they weren't necessarily on the best terms especially after marrying me without his official blessings. 

Even Thor had avoided talking about his brother, he was somber but helpful as always. I knew that he was keeping information from me but I felt no need to pry.

Besides, my heart told me everything was alright. I had no doubt that Loki was alive and well. I felt it in my bones. It was as if his lifeline was now intertwined with mine. He will return home, soon, I had assured myself.

I busied myself with our newly furnished chamber, complete with a bed larger than my room at home, lavish green velvet curtains, and a multitude of bookshelves filled to the brim with all of Loki's most favorite titles. There was still a long way to go before it was to feel like home but it was a start. 

In the days since Loki's departure, my morning sickness continued with full force. Other than Loki and Hertha, no one knew of my condition. Truthfully, I didn't want anyone to know, not until the risk of miscarriage dissipated. I knew if the tragedy of miscarriage would occur, I would be too heartbroken to console others so I figured it best to keep it a secret. 

It had been a week since Loki had left with Thor and still, there was no sign of him. However, I continued to stay optimistic. I also knew better than to stress myself because that only seemed to make my condition worsen. Nevertheless, I couldn't help but think of him. I truly hoped he was alright.

After a particularly awful morning, I decided to soak in the gilded tub that looked over the Asgardian gardens. I hoped that just maybe it would soothe my aching hips as well as my severe nausea. I rested my head upon it's rim, relaxing as much as I could despite the situation at hand

"M'lady," a voice beckoned from the door to the bathing chamber. Startled, I quickly grabbed a robe to protect my modesty from this supposed intruder. To my complete surprise, Odin walked in, smiling at me as he did. I shrunk away from him, suspicious as to why he was here.

"Oh don't act so surprised, my love," he said chuckling as he walked closer to me, leaning upon the rim of the tub, "Can you really not recognize me?"

I shook my head as I studied the Allfather. To my knowledge, Odin stood in front of me but as I looked into his one eye, it hit me.

I erupted into laughter, "You scared me half to death, Loki," I said, finally relaxing as he melted his facade, revealing himself under his disguise.

He smiled down at me, "Well that was the plan, my dear, I hope it wasn't too bad."

I shook my head, pulling him down to me by his collar to kiss him.

"Where have you been?" I asked, examining him for any injuries, "Were you hurt? You know I could've healed you."

"No, no, I'm fine," he assured me, "I have so much to tell you but we must stay quiet."

"Quiet? Why?" I asked, "You weren't arrested again, right? Please tell me you weren't arrested."

He chuckled, "No, not arrested. But according to all of Asgard, I am entirely well...dead."