Throes

A continuation of Loki x Sigyn story, purely made for my own vanity. 

As requested, a new mini story.

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The air wasn't cold, but Sigyn still felt frozen to her spot. She was at the front of the overwhelmingly large crowd, who's length stretched from the front of the palace, the open sea before them. The greatest warrior stood by her, and Odin was at the front, to her left. An archer sporting a flaming arrow at her right. 

It had happened like a dream. The attack, being separated from everyone to a safe area, the fear in the human Jane's eyes. The last look at the three, Thor, Jane, and Frigga as they rushed to protect the obvious target. The nervousness, and being picked up and carried by a guard. 

She had waited nervously, protected in her apartments. 


Then, without a warning, the news of the death of Frigga.

Sigyn hadn't done anything but stand motionless for hours. Legs becoming sore and unstable. The guard was forced to get Sif, who forced her to bed the rest of the day. It was at that point Sigyn had let herself cry, a brutal, tearful mourning where even Sif was nervous for her health. After she had no more, the warrior helped her force down food, change, and go stand, regal and lovely. The last female royal. The stars seemed bright and ready to receive Frigga, making Sigyn feel anger at their greed. How could the fates take Frigga like this? Her one constant protector and guide. So many hours had been spend in the only peace Sigyn had known after her marriage. 

The emptiness overwhelmed her, as the agony of knowing just how alone she was.

And there she stood as Frigga's beautiful, but lifeless body was floated out to sea, on top the boat that carried her.


The bow next to her was strung by the archer, flames licking her with warmth. The All-Father made the motion, and the fiery shot flew, hitting the pyre with falcon-like precision. The like boat lit up, honoring her, and many arrows followed. As it approached the edge of the world, Odin brought down Gungnir and the ship floated into the night sky, the essence of Frigga disappearing into the stars. 

The ball of magic Sigyn had created rose into the air, and she felt the magic touch her. Even her baby was quiet this day, as if to honor the great mother. 

As it disappeared, she once again fell into silent mourning, hands to her face.

Grief consumed her.
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Deep below in the cavernous prison, a guard approached Loki's cell as he read.

The man said something to him, and he nodded. He then stood up, and the furniture his mother had carefully chosen for him broke as it hit the walls of magic.

Red was all he saw.

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