Post by Sigyn Iwaldidottir on Jun 13, 2016 9:20:08 GMT
So Let The Storm Come
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Sigyn slipped away from Frigga and Thor, (and possibly Vidar) as they would want some privacy to share in their moments as the primary family of Baldr and Odin….and Loki. She needed to go somewhere else, to be alone for a moment. She didn’t know where she’d been heading until she saw the familiar pathway to her personal home in Asgard. Their home; far on the edges of the Palace proper, more reminiscent of the houses the non-warrior or royalty used. Made of stone because it was stronger than most thought.
Loki was dead. Gone. It was a strange feeling; she shouldn’t be affected by his death, and yet...she was. She’d known him, the real him, for a very long time. Thor had never believed her though. Not many people did, and he was good at convincing them of his sincerity. She should be glad he was dead. Overfilled with joy at his departure. Yet she couldn’t feel those things. It was like the first time she’d believed him dead.
Part of her didn’t believe he was, but she saw the corpse this time. She felt….sad. And angry at the dead man. She absent-mindedly moved things around in her home, before heading out again. To his grave from the first time. “You were dead before this, you know.” Sigyn said, knowing it was silly to speak to a gravestone. Perhaps she needed to express these feelings out loud, though.
“I knew you more than they think. You were conniving, but not as smart as you think you were. I don’t understand….why I feel sad that you are gone.” Sigyn said. “I hate you. You made me feel horrible, treated me like dirt and expected me to be happy in our sham of a marriage. Neither of us were happy with the arrangement. Then you’d come back and pretend that you were….the first Loki I met.” Sigyn said to the thin air.
“You were the Loki that was my friend, that was intelligent, that like hearing about my magical theories. You were the only person who seemed to understand them. You had everything; loving parents, siblings who cared for you. So what if they weren’t as smart as you? I don’t believe any of them mocked you for having magic.” She paused. “Then you just had to go out heroically. You’re not a hero. You don’t deserve that honor. I don’t understand you, no matter how hard I try.”
“Even in all my understanding of you, of who you had become...I still don’t understand why you threw that all away. Why?” Sigyn said, ceasing to stand and sitting instead. “Why don’t I feel as happy as I think I should?”
“Because part of you still thinks of him as a friend, mother.” Came a familiar voice.
“Vali.”
“I’m sad too. So is Narvi, though he doesn’t want to admit it. Lo-Father wasn’t there for us as much. But he tried sometimes. So I am a little sad.” Vali said. “And people won’t remember him as a hero. I think.” Vali said.
“They shouldn’t; Father was anything but.” Came Narvi’s voice.
“It’s not everyday I have to rely on my sons to explain things to me.” Sigyn said, with a sigh. The little family fell silent in remembrance of its lost member. He was a coward and a cheat. Not a good person. But all of them felt some sadness in losing a part of their family.
Loki was dead. Gone. It was a strange feeling; she shouldn’t be affected by his death, and yet...she was. She’d known him, the real him, for a very long time. Thor had never believed her though. Not many people did, and he was good at convincing them of his sincerity. She should be glad he was dead. Overfilled with joy at his departure. Yet she couldn’t feel those things. It was like the first time she’d believed him dead.
Part of her didn’t believe he was, but she saw the corpse this time. She felt….sad. And angry at the dead man. She absent-mindedly moved things around in her home, before heading out again. To his grave from the first time. “You were dead before this, you know.” Sigyn said, knowing it was silly to speak to a gravestone. Perhaps she needed to express these feelings out loud, though.
“I knew you more than they think. You were conniving, but not as smart as you think you were. I don’t understand….why I feel sad that you are gone.” Sigyn said. “I hate you. You made me feel horrible, treated me like dirt and expected me to be happy in our sham of a marriage. Neither of us were happy with the arrangement. Then you’d come back and pretend that you were….the first Loki I met.” Sigyn said to the thin air.
“You were the Loki that was my friend, that was intelligent, that like hearing about my magical theories. You were the only person who seemed to understand them. You had everything; loving parents, siblings who cared for you. So what if they weren’t as smart as you? I don’t believe any of them mocked you for having magic.” She paused. “Then you just had to go out heroically. You’re not a hero. You don’t deserve that honor. I don’t understand you, no matter how hard I try.”
“Even in all my understanding of you, of who you had become...I still don’t understand why you threw that all away. Why?” Sigyn said, ceasing to stand and sitting instead. “Why don’t I feel as happy as I think I should?”
“Because part of you still thinks of him as a friend, mother.” Came a familiar voice.
“Vali.”
“I’m sad too. So is Narvi, though he doesn’t want to admit it. Lo-Father wasn’t there for us as much. But he tried sometimes. So I am a little sad.” Vali said. “And people won’t remember him as a hero. I think.” Vali said.
“They shouldn’t; Father was anything but.” Came Narvi’s voice.
“It’s not everyday I have to rely on my sons to explain things to me.” Sigyn said, with a sigh. The little family fell silent in remembrance of its lost member. He was a coward and a cheat. Not a good person. But all of them felt some sadness in losing a part of their family.
