A tale told between two points of view, spaced between vast oceans of time.
Within the depths of her psyche, Ava James grapples with a label that has haunted her since childhood: Crazy. Psychotic. Deluded. She's always suffered with hallucinations f...
The next morning everything Sigyn had borne witness to, could have passed for a dream. The glaring reminder was the lingering smell of smoldering fires and devastation outside. That, and the massive dragon-sized hole that was now in her living room. The curse lay heavy in Sigyn's mind, the dagger hidden in the pocket of her dress. All Sigyn could feel was numbness; nearly everyone she loved was dead minus a few survivors. As Sigyn moved through the remnants of her shattered home, the weight of grief hung heavy in the air, a tangible reminder of the devastation that had befallen Asgard. The once vibrant paintings of her beloved triplets now served as bittersweet memories, capturing moments of joy and innocence forever lost to the ravages of war. Her fingers traced the delicate contours of a baby blanket, a relic of happier times now stained with the blood of her dead sons. Each touch of items in her home elicited a flood of emotions.
As Sigyn held the golden locket in her hand, its weight felt heavier than ever before. It was a symbol of a love that had endured trials and tribulations, a testament to the bond she had shared with Loki. But now, as she gazed upon it, she realized that their story had reached its tragic conclusion. The locket held memories of laughter and tears, of whispered promises and stolen moments. It bore witness to their love, steadfast and unwavering even in the face of adversity. But now, it also served as a painful reminder of everything they had lost, of the shattered dreams and broken promises that lay scattered in the ruins of their once-happy life. She couldn't look at it anymore; it dropped from her hands.
As Sigyn grappled with the weight of the curse that now bound her, she felt its tendrils of magic winding their way through her being, twisting and distorting her thoughts. With each passing moment, it became harder to conjure the image of Loki's face in her mind, as if the curse itself sought to erase his presence from her memories.
It was a chilling realization, one that sent shivers down her spine. The curse was not just a means to an end; it was a relentless force, shaping her thoughts and emotions, molding her into a weapon of vengeance. Sigyn could feel its power coursing through her veins, a constant reminder that the curse was preparing her for what it wanted.
"I can explain," came Loki's hoarse voice. His voice seemed to emerge out ofnowhere, much like he did. Sigyn did not dare look at him; she instantly went towards their bedroom. More than anything, she wanted to scream, to shout, to warn him of his impending doom. But the curse kept her warnings bound silent, as if already knowing her deepest desires. "Please, Sigyn, it wasn't supposed to be like this!" Loki's words resonated with sincerity, carrying the burden of regret and accountability for the devastation that had befallen them. For a fleeting moment, Sigyn longed to turn and embrace him, to seek solace in his arms and find refuge from the storm that raged within her. But the cold grip of the curse held her fast, rendering her powerless to act upon her impulses. If she looked at him...
Sigyn shuddered to think. She knew what the curse wanted; she could feel it. "What did you think was going to happen, Loki?" said Sigyn in a murmur, being careful to keep her eyes closed as to avoid looking at him. He would not remain safe for long if he came closer; that was what Artemis and Thorn were betting on. "I cannot even blame you; I contributed to this madness," her voice was barely a whisper, a fragile thread of understanding woven into her despair. "No," Loki's response was tinged with sorrow, his words heavy withthe weight of their shared tragedy. "Do not say that-" "It all comes back to our decision to be together," Sigyn's voice cracked with anguish, her words heavy with the weight of their shared culpability. "We pushed and pushed. Now where has it gotten us? Two children are dead, thousands of Asgardians, including my family, are dead or mangled. Asgard has been reduced to rubble and ash; all because we had to be together," she lamented, her reflection in the mirror a portrait of grief and regret. Her green eyes looked hollow, lost of happiness.
"I did it... For us." Loki's voice was feeble, tinged with remorse. "Did you...?" said Sigyn, staring at her heartbroken reflection so she did not make the mistake of turning to face him. The anger of the curse was making her mood change, fueling her temper. "From where I stand, it seems you sided with Frost Giants and started Ragnarök all because you desired a throne." "No!" he defended adamantly. "I did it for us- " "I never asked you to destroy our world as we knew it!" shouted Sigyn, her hands clenching and unclenching as she tried so hard not to turn to face him. "I have never desired a throne in all of our years together, Loki, do not dare lie to me!" "I did it for us and people like us; two individuals whom society says are not allowed to be together simply because they belong to different races. I swear," said Loki, his voice breaking at the end. It was enough for Sigyn to see he was telling the truth. "You need to leave." Sigyn kept her eyes tightly shut as he stepped further into the room. "No, we need to speak. I need you to understand that I had no inkling of the horror and tragedy that was going to unfold-" "You. Need. To. Leave," Sigyn's words came out punctuated and forceful, her fingers digging into the dresser, the curse's power surging, urging her toward a heinous act. "Sigyn, please- " "An eye for an eye," Sigyn muttered sardonically, the bitterness of the situation seeping into her voice. This was an endless circle of revenge with no real winners. She could almost hear Thorn's mocking laughter, envision the smug satisfaction on his face as she fulfilled his and Artemis' cruel plan by ending Loki's life by using her. Loki's hands on her shoulders felt heavy, urging her to turn and face him. She could hear his tears, so out of character, cut through the tense air like a knife. She had no control. There would be no stopping the dagger's power over her. But the time had come; the weight of the dagger in her pocket felt unbearable, its presence a constant reminder of the choice she was forced to make. "Sigyn?" Loki's voice, filled with uncertainty and vulnerability, pierced through the turmoil raging within Sigyn. She trembled. There was a primal urge to obey the curse; to listen to the sweet nothings it whispered in her ear as it said how close she was to obeying. Loki, consumed by his love for her, remained oblivious to the imminent danger lurking in her trembling hands. It was his love that momentarily shielded him from recognizing the deadly intent as she brandished the dagger, its tip poised perilously close to the hollow of his heart. It pressed against his body, drawing slight blood. One quick push was all it would take. Slow to grasp the unfolding peril, Loki's gaze flickered with dawning realization as he confronted the stark reality of the situation. Sigyn knew the curse was almost complete; she had yet to look at him, yet to look him in the eyes, but she knew death was near. Her eyes welled with tears; she was powerless to the curse's desire.
"Do it," Loki's voice carried a burden of sorrow and acceptance, each word heavy with the weight of his deeds and the consequences they bore. "I deserve to die." Sigyn's mind screamed at him what was happening, but it was pointless. The curse did not allow her to warn him. Even decades after first learning of magic and becoming a sorcerer, Loki still couldn't communicate through thought. It could take decades or even centuries before he would be able to successfully do that. Loki had no way of knowing the storm brewing in her mind. Sigyn's hands shook uncontrollably; she didn't want to do it, but there was no stopping it. The cursed object desperately wanted to be home in the heart of someone, anyone... Knowing there was only one way to save him, Sigyn used all of her might to turnthe knife around and to plunge it into her own heart. Her plan worked. She fell forward and Loki caught her. Life ebbed away from her after that, and Sigyn found a blessing and a curse in the embrace of death. It freed her from the suffocating grip of what the curse wanted, offering respite from its burning intensity. Yet, in her final moments as he caught her, Sigyn bore witness to the agony etched across Loki's face, feeling the weight of his shattered heart breaking alongside hers. She died watching a piece of the heartbroken Loki die with her. *** A/N How are we thinking this book is going to end?! We're getting closer! Thank you everyone for reading. <3 Alycat
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