Loki and Sigyn, His Glorious Purpose

Chapter Ninety-Nine

I was at a loss for words.

Of course my brother had to be the one to defile my marriage. The one person I had always feared to ruin my plans, my hopes, and so on. Who else would it be but Thor to lead the literal Goddess of Fidelity down a path of immorality.

It made me sick to think of her drifting her in that way alone. But to think of the two of them sharing a marriage bed was enough to make me want to vomit.

Thor was of course to blame but here Sigyn was as well. Her words rang in my head. I hate myself for it. Perhaps that was valid. Perhaps that was what she deserved, the loathing and guilt that was welled up inside her was appropriate.

Even though she wasn't necessarily my wife, I still found myself feeling betrayed. Betrayed by her, my brother, and quite frankly the world. I had made no such choices to bring her to this point. The Loki who had left her a widow was not the same person who stood before her today. I did not deserve this. Maybe that version of myself did but I certainly did not.

"Goddess of fidelity," I muttered with a slight scoff, looking past Sigyn and into the field out the window. Thor was still passed out on the len before us and I thought of how easy it would be to bring him to pay for all of this. Within seconds I could have daggers plunged into his spine, severing his spine right where it mattered.

"I know," Sigyn said quietly, "I know it was wrong."

"Quite wrong," I agreed, hardly containing my longing to just snap at her.

"You're angry," she said quietly, gingerly taking my hand.

"Yes," I affirmed, looking down at our two palms.

"You had this, on your hand at all times," I said, tracing my thumb across the scar on her hand, "A literal simple to your eternal tie towards me or even a version of me, and you still chose to break the oaths you had made. The Goddess of Fidelity and even you can't be tied down your whole life long. It's funny almost."

She took my hand firmly, and forced me to look her in the eyes, "I know. And I am sorry, Loki. What could I do to prove that to you?"

"Really, I don't know," I said, looking into her eyes.

As I looked at her, I couldn't help but ask, "Why am I even here?"

"Loki," she begged, "Please, don't be like that. You were dead. I was alone. It wasn't right and I'm sorry. Please, don't."

She took my head into her hands, "I know this is hard. It's more than confusing but dear, your place is at my side. Please, I can't lose you all over again."

"Oh certainly not," I said as I stood up, "I'm not going to make the same mistake my former self did. I am not leaving you alone. But that goes to say, I'm not letting my brother get away with this this time."

Sigyn grabbed my sleeve as I began to walk away.

"Loki," Sigyn began.

"Don't try and stop me," I warned, "It only makes your case worse, dear."

"He's still your brother," she argued, "You can't just-"

"No brother of mine would do what he did."

Sigyn subsided, letting go of me and taking a step back. Now was time for Thor to finally learn a lesson about messing with what is clearly mine.

HELA'S POINT OF VIEW
The garden was the sole bit of solace I could be afforded amongst this whirlwind of life. My mother had always told me that would escape to nature when she needed to clear her mind. It seemed I did too.

I was more than happy that Loki was here. But I knew for a fact that this man wasn't the same man who was my father. If I knew anything, I knew death. And no matter who this Loki was, from the past or in the present, he couldn't bring back what was lost. I needed to come to terms with that even though I didn't want to.

The garden was the perfect place to escape all of this. I could just focus on magic, wind, the trees, and so on. I didn't have to actually think about reality.

I sat amongst the feed piles with a small mouse in my hands. I hand found it dead amongst the stack of grain and corn and I couldn't help but take pity on it. It sat cold in my hands with its brown fur all ruffled and sad.

"It's okay," I whispered to it, gently petting its back as it began to reanimate in my palm. It's little nose began to sniff and it's whiskers twitched.

I smiled as it's little brown eyes began to open up.

"Don't tell mother I did this," I said quietly, handing the mouse a piece of corn, "I'm not supposed to bringing things back to life."

It nibbled away at its small treat, seemingly more than grateful to be alive again. I was more than focused on it before I heard the front door of the cabin slam, nearly shaking the foundations of the house.

I looked over the hedge to observe the upcoming spectacle. There was Loki stomping out from the porch with my mother trailing closely behind him. As he walked towards Thor who remained asleep on the ground, my mother stayed back on the porch.

Despite the tears that stained her cheeks, I could almost sense her delight. I smiled as I watched.

"My uncle's finally getting what he deserves," I explained to the mouse in a whisper, "He should've known better, so I don't feel too bad."

I placed the mouse on my shoulder and stood upon the stacks of feed to watch over the hedge.

This was certainly about to be a show, I was just hoping I wouldn't be forced to reanimate either of them after the duel.

Then it wouldn't be as fun.