The Truth's Flames

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Part Three of A LokiXSigyn (canon wife~) picture collage.
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Sigyn was not a warrior, and she had never been ashamed of that fact. She had admired the lady Sif for her strength, but had never desired to be like her. Her mother was a Valkyrie, one of the greatest warriors in the nine realms, but she had never desired to fight. It wasn't a part of her nature, unless forced, and it a part of her that had made her elusive and appealing to Loki. The complete lack of a desire to injure another. Even though she still had a little of her magic that had not been used by the tug of war, she was exhausted also.

"What will you do now princess." Hela said in a mocking voice. "You have deeply endangered your husband by your lack of skill, then further by your test."

She deeply regretted that she was so useless, but she knew that there was only one path she could take. Using what strength she had, she pulled Loki up, his green eyes lidded heavily under dark lashes. Compared to his usual sharp gaze, it was like he was not even there, his body a shell.

She had to keep Hela off her track, mislead her. Although Hela seemed to have no ability left, Loki was dangerously near death. She couldn't risk letting her know anything.

She carefully leaned forward. If anything could keep Loki awake, it would be gossip, or some interesting piece of knowledge.

"What is your end game?" She said, making her body stiffen, becoming visibly upset. "I know you despise me, and as a female I can sympathize. But why injure you father? Why threaten his life?" Hela had bent over, picking up the dagger that had been in Theoric, then turned to smile, admiring the metal.

"I don't think I would like you, even if you had not been an obstacle. You are the quiet type, content. You don't fight at all. However, you are intelligent. And you listen." Hela sighed. "My objective is simple. I want, no, need some intimate knowledge of Asgard." Sigyn slowly pulled him forward, his cold forehead, strange sweaty and slick. Slowly, she made the connections. Hela continued, her confidence getting the best of her.

"Despite my father despising the peoples of Asgard, he loves Asgard itself. If he were to die, he would be under my jurisdiction. I mean to wage war mother. If you died, he would have had to make a deal with me to see you. But I guess this is more direct. As soon as he dies, you will be stranded here, to die also. I will have you both anyway." She turned, smiling her Loki smile, but dropped it.

"You, you. Just what are you doing!"