#Frigga's Handmaiden

[grimnirs-child]

Wær (Vör)

Update to the Handmaidens Project over on my longform blog: a primer on Wær, Old English counterpart to Vör, all-seeing Goddess of wisdom. Includes icon art, attestations, personal experiences, a prayer and Old English epithets/kennings for Her.

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Cardigan

Loki Laufeyson x Fem Asgardian!Reader

WARNINGS: ANGST, Mentions of Death and Grief, Abandonment Issues, Insecurities

PREFACE: Loki and Reader have always been frenemies of sorts, constantly teasing and getting on each other's nerves, but that all changed when Loki started growing distant.

A/N: Flashbacks in Italics!

Frigga doesn't die and Loki knew he was adopted since he was a child in this A/U!

My big scary baby :,(

I've been with the Royal Family since I was merely a child. My father was one of King Odin's guards, so I'd spent nearly my whole life within the palace's walls, becoming one of Queen Frigga's handmaidens.

Thor and I got along great...it was his brother that was the issue. All I ever heard about the young prince was that he liked to cause trouble. For his family, the people of Asgard and the staff who worked to end, trying to clean up his messes.

I was more than certain it had to do with his Jotunn side, but, I withheld from making such remarks.

To say our friendship was complicated would be the understatement of the millennium. He was always so audacious, especially towards the staff, which did not exclude me.

A vivid memory I had growing up was one where Loki decided it would be a good idea to shapeshift into snake and 'surprise' me, as I was making a visit to Thor's chambers.

"Thor?", I called out into the room,

Peaking my head in.

"Your mother says it's supper time"

Being met with no response, I figured he was already on his way to the dining hall and just as I was turning to leave and head back to my quarters, I see a serpent hastily slithering towards me.

I let out a blood-curdling scream, jumping back against the door and landing inside of Thor's room.

"Help! Someone!", I yell,

"(Y/N)?", I hear Thor's voice,

I turn back and see him, looking down at me with concern laced in his eyes. A flash of green catches my attention and when I face the front of me once more, I was met with Loki struggling to breathe from laughing so hard.

"You should've seen your face!"

"That is not funny!", I scold,

As Thor helped me onto my feet.

"Oh, lighten up, it was a harmless joke"

"Harmless? My heart nearly gave out!"

He scoffs, before exiting the room.

Let's just say that wasn't the first nor the last of his practical jokes, so at some point, I've just grown accustomed to the mischief. You can only be poked at so many times, before you've grown immune to the constant teasing.

But despite everything and him being the snarky son of a bitch that he was...I still found myself falling for him.

I remember the night that it happened.

I was just nineteen, when my father died protecting Odin. It took place on one of his missions, when an ambush broke out and he was pierced through the heart by someone after the king.

I was sitting in my room, stitching up one of Thor's capes, when my best friend walked.

"(Y/N)", the fellow handmaiden called out into my room,

"Yes?"

That's when I noticed the worry in her eye.

"What is it?", I questioned,

Standing up from the bed.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm so sorry", her voice gives out,

"You're scaring me", I warned.

It took her a moment to get the words out, but when she did, I felt my stomach drop to my feet.

"It's your father...he's dead"

Nothing felt real in that moment. I was more than convinced that I was just simply having nightmare.

"What?"

"There was an ambush during one of King Odin's expeditions and he took a sword through the heart", she wept.

I shook my head in disbelief.

"No"

"(Y/N)-", she says,

Taking steps towards me.

"No, you're lying"

She attempts to hold me, as I was repeatedly trying to pull away.

"You're lying!"

"(Y/N), please", she sobbed,

"YOU'RE LYING!"

Finally, she was able to pull my defeated frame into her arms, trying her hardest to soothe me.

"You're lying", I cried against her shoulder,

"Papa"

That was all I could do in that moment. Repeatedly call out to him, knowing there would be no answer.

I was so devasted by his loss. I locked myself away for days, not being able to sleep or eat. Whenever someone would try to check in on me, they were simply met with my voice through the door telling them I was fine.

Thor, being my best friend, organized a private funeral to honor his last selfless act.

So, there I stood before his casket, with tears streaming down my face, as I wished it had been me who took that blade instead.

"He was a noble man, (Y/N)", Thor said,

Placing a careful hand on my shoulder.

"This isn't fair", I whispered,

"I know"

"Of all people, why him? He was good. He's only ever been good", I struggled against my tears.

No longer being able to hold my composure, I walk out of the room and collapse onto the floor, gathering the remainder of my strength to sit up against the wall, before burying my face in my knees.

I'd never felt so crushed. Like, the rug had been ripped away from beneath my feet, sending me crashing onto the cold hard ground face first.

A moment of quiet passes, when I hear the door's handle click open.

"Thor, please leave me alone", I pleaded,

"It's not Thor"

I look up and see Loki, standing before me.

"Sorry to disappoint"

I sigh.

"If you're here to pick on me, now isn't exactly the best time", my coarse voice warned,

As I turned away. Just as I thought he would take the hint and leave me be, he joins me on the floor.

"I'm not going to. Not on a day like this", he reassured,

Placing a hand atop mine.

"He truly was a good man"

I nod, still unable to look him in the face.

"Yeah. He really was", I agreed,

Tearing up once more.

"I am aware of the fact that we do not always see eye to eye, but...I'm here to listen. Whether it's you crying or spilling your heart out, I will be there. Believe it or not, I do care about you"

"You don't have to-"

"I do"

I look back at him, confused.

"You and your father have always been so good to my family, even if it meant putting yourselves in harm's way"

"So this is what this is? A pity talk?"

"What? No-"

"If you're doing this because you feel bad for me, then don't"

He sighs to himself, before continuing to speak.

"I am here because you've turned everyone away and try as you might, it won't work on me. I've known you long enough to know that isolating yourself will only make things worse for you in the end"

I was speechless. I'd never seen him so sincere or honest. It was almost chilling.

"I'm not going anywhere", he promised,

Intertwining our fingers. That was the first time I'd felt something other exasperation for the prince. I felt...safe. Like, for the first time in what felt like my entire life, I was finally being seen.

Too tired to argue, I lay my head against his shoulder, whilst closing my eyes.

Since that day, our relationship had mellowed out and we could actually communicate without biting the other's head off. I actually grew to enjoy his company more and more as the days went on, but with the enjoyment, came the worry.

I was falling for him and I knew it.

What worried me wasn't the act of actually falling, more so the certain rejection I would face, if my true feelings were to ever surface past the bounds of my mind.

Despite that, he and I would eventually become the best of friends. Sneaking out past curfew to drink till the sun came up, whilst he talked about the adventures he and Thor would go on.

"It's true!", he defended,

As I let out a loud cackle.

"Oh, you and your brother are something else", I reply,

After catching my breath.

"Well, what can I say? I'm quite fun"

"I'm sure"

I turn to face him and he was already staring at me, with a soft smile. I shoot him a confused look, taking a sip from my cup.

"What?"

"Nothing", he shakes his head.

I couldn't help but blush at his gaze.

Seemingly, out of the blue, Loki had begun distancing himself from me. He would no longer meet me at midnight or even make his usual sarcastic remarks at me.

"Loki, I had a question about this book I found-", I asked,

Walking up to him, when he cuts me off by slightly brushing past me.

"Ask Thor", he replied dismissively.

This would go on for the next following weeks. Him avoiding me and me endlessly wondering why. Yes, I was confused, but more than anything, I was hurt. After everything, he was back to being cold and unkind.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine"

"Loki-"

"I said I'm fine! Could you please leave? I don't have the patience for your vexing today!", he yells.

I hadn't seen him for days after that. All I could do was carry on with my duties and spend the nights crying till I was to exhausted to stay awake. Was it something I had done? Or said? What could have possibly happened to make him hate me? Too many questions left unanswered, till I could no longer bare the agony.

If this was meant to be the end of the line for us, I was going to get that closure. No matter the hurt that awaited me at the other side of it.

I searched up and down the entire palace looking for him, but to no avail. I eventually run into Thor, but he was more nervous than usual.

"Thor, have you seen your brother?"

"No", he said,

Avoiding my gaze whilst trying to walk past me, when I block his way.

"Thor"

"(Y/N), I must go"

"What? I just need-"

"I must", he interrupts,

Finally making contact with my eyes. That's when the realization sunk in.

"Loki", I mutter under my breath.

He sighs, shapeshifting back into his usual form and brushing past me.

Being much taller than me, I chased him down the halls, struggling to keep up with his long strides.

"Loki!", I yelled after him.

But alas, my call was ignored.

"Loki, I can't keep up with you!"

"Then leave"

"Loki!"

He finally stops in his tracks and hesitantly turns back to face me.

"What?"

"You've been avoiding me for weeks", I shrug,

"And?"

"And I deserve to know why"

He scoffs, rolling his eyes.

"You owe me that-"

"I owe you nothing"

His words cut deeper than he knew. Just as I was about to speak, he turns and walks away.

"I'm not done talking to you!"

"I am"

I could no longer hold back the sadness that turned into rage. I was at my limit and I wanted him to know that.

"You're a coward!"

He pauses for a moment.

"After everything, you're just gonna walk away? That's how you wanna end things?", I yell on the verge of tears.

I knew he could hear it in my voice. The pure disappointment and defeat intertwined with my words.

"Fuck you! Fuck you!", I repeated.

I see him take a deep breath, before continuing to walk.

"At least tell me why! What did I do to make you hate me?"

"I don't-", he says,

About to reach his chambers.

"Then why?!"

"Because I love you!", he finally admits.

In that exact moment, everything went quiet. It was as if the world had stopped spinning on its axis and the rest of humanity disappeared around us.

As I stood there, trying to process what I'd just heard, he began slowly making his way to me.

"That is why I've been so cold. See, despite you being a thorn in my side, I couldn't help myself from falling for you. You are beautiful, brave and smart"

I had no words. Did I hear him correctly or had I finally lost my mind?

"But what I admire most...is your heart", he said,

Gesturing to his own.

"I was a lost cause till you deemed me otherwise. You believed that I was worthy of redemption regardless of everything horrible thing I'd done. Not many did and yet that did not sway you. You found it within yourself to forgive me for all the years I'd mistreated you and I will never be able to repay you for that"

"Loki", I whisper,

"I was and still might be that monster parents tell their children about at night, which leaves me wondering how someone like me end up with a person such as yourself in my corner. I know I do not deserve you, (Y/N), but I can no longer hide my true feelings for you"

It was getting harder and harder to fight back the tears that were threatening to spill. To hear him speak so lowly of himself was utterly painful. He wasn't that monster anymore and I knew that to be true.

"Now...feel free to tell me how repulsed you are and how much you hate me, so that we may resume our regular banter, before I inevitably lose my mind over you again"

"Loki-"

"TELL ME!", he screamed,

Causing me to flinch back in shock.

"I can't do that", I said quietly,

He shakes his head, aggressively wiping a tear away.

"Because I don't hate you. I never have"

I take a few careful steps towards him, as he eyes me down.

"Yes, the things you've said to me in the past have gotten under my skin...but none of that matters anymore"

Gently cupping his face, before finally closing the gap between us. His lips were softer than I could've imagined.

It took a slight beat, but he eventually melted into my touch, as his hands held me by my waist. The kiss wasn't rushed or hasty, in fact, it was delicate and soft, like he was making up for the years he'd missed out on. Eventually, I pulled away, pouring my eyes deeply into his and pressing our foreheads together.

"I love you too", I reassured,

"You didn't give up on me...and I won’t give up on you"

[late-to-the-party-81]

Sweet Spring Showers

AN: This fic is for Beanie’s Double-Trouble Sleepover #rolling into spring writing challenge. I tried to make it dark, @springdandelixn by my characters refused. Enjoy the smut instead.

Beta’d by @lunarbuck

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and mood board and banner by me.

Master list

Relationship: Queen’s Handmaiden Reader x Prince Loki

Word Count: 3.5k

CW: More fluff than was intended, flirting and banter, casual sex, smut (inc Oral - f receiving, Unprotected PinV sex, fast recovery) Loki has a ‘King/God’ kink, various mentions of norse mythology.

You tripped down the palace steps into the garden, the soft fabric of your dress flowing behind you. It had been a busy morning, and you needed to take a break from your duties as one of the Queen’s maids. Spring was finally here, and the weather was now warm enough to go for walks without having to bundle up first. 

As somewhat of a free spirit, you resented the time it took in the Winter to get ready, impatient to just get on with what you wanted to do. Anything that interrupted your ideas and plans was met with a scornful look and mumbling under your breath, much to the disappointment of Queen Frigga, who still hoped you could be transformed into a proper lady. You were lucky that she liked you, or you’d have been kicked out of your position years ago.

You wound your way down the paths, entranced by the early blooming flowers, striving to cover the garden in a blanket of cover. Birds chirped, and you watched them fly to and fro with small twigs and clumps of moss as they set out to build their nests. The sun was high in the sky, and as you stepped under its rays, you felt them warm your skin. The sensation made you smile. Spring really was your favourite season, bringing with it the promise of renewal and new life.

You wandered further, away from the formal gardens and into the more natural area behind them. Thin dirt paths led in every direction, deep into the trees. You knew from experience that they led towards pergolas, follies, and love seats, places to rest and take in the beauty of nature. You decided to head towards your favourite of these places, which was also the most out of the way one. If anyone wanted to find you, to get you to carry out some tedious task, it would take them a while and give you more time to yourself.

Your movements were graceful as you half-walked, half-skipped down the track, skirts still billowing and fluttering in the breeze. You plucked the odd flower here and the odd flower there, placing them into your hair like a crown.

“Beautiful, as always, my dear.”

You let out a startled shriek and spun on your heel, only to find the grinning face and sparkling eyes of Prince Loki fixed on you. He walked out from between the trees with languid movements, a feline-like grace. It was one of the many ways he was different from his brother, Prince Thor. Light and dark. Broad and slim. Loud and quiet. Brash and considered.

You dropped into a deep curtsy, keeping your eyes trained on his black leather boots. 

“Your Highness.”

“Oh, get up, please. There’s just the two of us here, in the most informal setting ever.”

You looked up at him as you stood back up.

“Much better,” he purred. “If I ever desire you to kneel, dove, you’ll know about it.”

You raised your hand in front of your face and giggled at his implication.

“I have no doubt that you have any number of people ready to kneel for you, Highness.”

He raised his eyebrow and smirked before offering the crook of his arm towards you. You bobbed a small curtsy and, with a smile, looped your arm into his. You both started to stroll down the track, further into the woodland.

“The problem with that, dove, is that it’s boring. Where is the fun, the excitement, when everyone is willing to bend over backwards to do what you want?”

“Nice problem to have, though.” 

Loki chuckled.

“Are you telling me that you don’t have the same problem?”

It was your turn to smirk.

“Me? I’m just a maid, and you’re a prince. I won’t lie, I get my fair amount of attention, but probably nothing compared to you.”

“I fear my mother would have an aneurysm if she knew I was talking to one of her trusted servants about such improper things.”

“You’re beloved mother would roll her eyes and then quietly chastise me - I am known to be the least lady-like of her ladies.”

You let go of his arm and skipped in front of him, spinning around and throwing your arms up in the air.

“She despairs of me, but luckily, I’m her favourite. I just find it difficult to hold my tongue when someone says or does something stupid.”

Loki reached out and snagged your hand and lifted both your arms, twirling you under them.

“How could anyone tame such a nymph as you? I must say you look a lot happier out here than when I’ve seen you by my mother’s side.”

His smile was warm, and you blossomed under it like a flower beneath the sun. Most of the folk who approached you did so in hope of taking advantage of your influence with the Queen. Not that you had much - those people always imagined you had her right ear and were able to manipulate policies and treaties, which was ludicrous. The only thing you could sway was which dress and jewels she wore, and even then you’d say your success rate was less than 50%.

It was nice though, to have a conversation with someone who had no ulterior motive for being nice to you. It wasn’t as though you’d be able to help advance a member of the royal family. His tone was light and flirty, and he was exceedingly charming, and it was fun to have some harmless fun. It’s not like he was really interested. Probably just doing the same as you and escaping the stuffiness of both the palace and your individual roles.

Somehow, when you’d come back to his side, you’d ended up with his arm over your shoulder. You couldn’t say that you minded. It brought you closer to him, and you could smell the scent that was distinctly Loki; leather, sandalwood, and a perfumed musk. It was obvious that he cared for his appearance, but he didn’t primp or overdo it.

“So, is that what brings you out here, Nymph? My mother’s despair?”

“Oh no - not today, well at least not yet. I was going mad being trapped inside over Winter, so now that Spring is raising its head, I decided to venture forth and bask in her beauty.”

“Well that decision was fortuitous, as it allows me to bask in yours.”

With a giggle, you bumped your shoulder up against his side. He really was fun to be around.

“And, if I may ask, my Prince, why are you out here today?”

He squeezed your shoulder with his hand, and you were hyper-aware of the way his long, tapered fingers dug gently but firmly into your flesh. A rush of images raced through your mind, and you fought hard to squash them down.

“Anything is better than listening to my father try to teach my brother about affairs of state. While Thor is very skilled at a lot of things, diplomacy and negotiation are not his strong suites, but you didn’t hear that from me, Nymph.”

You smiled and mimed locking your lips with a key. When he smiled back and brushed your forehead with his lips, you almost expired.

“So where are we wandering too? I take it you had a destination in mind?”

Loki’s question drew you back from the meandering of your own mind.

“Oh? Yes. I quite like the little summer house that’s a bit further down the track. If the weather is inclement, it provides just the right amount of cover, but when it is nice and sunny, it provides useful shade.”

Just then, you shivered, bumps coming up on your bare arms. As you peered up through the canopy of branches above you, you saw that a rather large, grey cloud had come over.

“Oh dear. I think we might need that shelter. That’s the problem with Spring; the weather can turn so quickly.”

The moment the words left your mouth, a large raindrop landed on the end of your nose with a large ‘plop’. Then the floodgates opened. One moment it was dry, the next it felt as though someone was trying to dump a bucket of water over you. 

You screeched and with your hands over your head, ineffectually trying to keep your hair dry, you raced down the path, toward your destination. You heard Loki’s footsteps right behind you and the pair of you virtually tumbled through the wooden doors of the summer house, laughing heartily. However, you were now in the shade and with your clothes and skin sodden, you couldn’t repress your shiver of cold. You wrapped your arms around yourself in a desperate attempt to warm up, only to realise that your gauzy dress had turned almost entirely see-through due to the water. The fabric clung to your legs, hips and decolletage, highlighting your soft curves, as well as causing a chill to settle deep into your skin.

You realised that Loki was no longer laughing either, and you looked toward him, only to be trapped in the green of his eyes. They drew you in as they also devoured your form. You were aware of the drumming of the rain on the sloped wooden roof of your shelter. You were aware of the gentle ‘plop’ noise as water rolled off his leathers. You were aware of the delicate movement of his fingers as he took off his emerald cape. You were aware of the beating of your heart as he stepped even closer and threw the sumptuous fabric around your shoulders, drawing you nearer. You were aware of his soft breath as it warmed your chilled lips.

“You are cold, Nymph. Will you let me warm you?”

His voice permeated your senses as if you were in a dream; warm, soft, all-encompassing. There was a tension to the air, but one as delicate as a cobweb. One wrong move, and it would all collapse, leaving virtually nothing in its wake. You took a half step closer, barely a sliver of air separating you.

“Please…” Your whispered plea had barely left you when his lips descended to yours and his arms wrapped tightly around your middle. Your own fingers slid up to his wet hair, tangling in his ebony tresses as you opened yourself to him. He was full of passion, of a strength you’d never imagined, given his usual behaviour, but it was intoxicating, pulling you under his spell.

“Your Highness! Please!” 

You breathed your plea into his mouth, shamelessly rubbing yourself against the prominent bulge in his leather trousers. His hands slid down your back, over the swell of your buttocks, to grasp at your soft thighs, lifting you with his godly strength and taking a few strides to place you down on the small couch. 

He continued to kiss you while his clever fingers dealt with the clasps of your dress, peeling the damp fabric away from your skin and exposing it to the cool air. Your nipples immediately hardened at the sensation, and then you gasped as his hands moved to your breasts, and his thumbs skimmed over the stiffened peaks.

Your own questing fingers pulled ineffectually at his clothes, the leather failing to yield to you. You both heard and felt Loki chuckle, and with a flash of his green seidr, his clothes disappeared. He pulled his lips from yours, leaning back and baring his alabaster skin to your gaze before grinning and then latching back onto the soft flesh of your neck. You moaned at the pleasure and wiggled your lower half, assisting him in fully removing your clothes. The fabric landed on the wooden floor with a wet ‘splat’, but you were now too focused on other things to care. 

Like the warmth from Loki’s lips as they trailed down your next and across your collarbone. Like how one hand rested on your thigh,  and his fingers, despite their gentle grip, felt like a brand, marking you as his. Like how the other hand rested, oh so teasingly, on your mound, his index finger toying with the thatch of curls that grew there. Things like how the muscles of his back and chest felt under your eager fingers. He may have been the slimmer of the two brothers, but he was still made of solid muscle, firm and strong.

As Loki trailed his lips down your body, you moaned and squirmed, eager to feel him more intimately.

“Patience, my Nymph. I don’t want to heat you up too fast.”

Part of you wanted to scream at him, but part of you never wanted this to end. You weren’t stupid - this was only a tryst - a way to pass the time and work out frustrations, so you wanted to commit every second to memory.

Loki’s lips on your inner thigh, his nose grazing against your folds had your back arching, your hands firmly back in his hair now. He teased you for what felt like forever, his breath warming your core and promising so much. You threw your legs over his shoulders, trying to urge him to move forward and put you out of your misery.

“Who am I to you, dove?”

His question surprised you, and you lifted your head as he lifted his eyes, full of confusion.

“Your Highness?”

His fingers started to circle your opening with a feather-like touch, and you whined.

“It’s a simple question, my dear. Who am I to you?”

“You are my Prince, your Highness.”

His lips twitched up with a wry smile as his eyes sparkled like the most priceless emeralds.

“Just a prince? Could a man who was only a prince make your heart beat like the hooves of Sleipnir running along the Bifrost? Could a prince make your cunt weep as Freyja wept when she was left alone by Óðr for months on end?

Oh!

Realisation dawn in your lust-fogged mind.

“No, a Prince could not do that. Which means you are my King, Highness. My God.”

“Yes, Nymph. That I am. And I will show you a glimpse of Vahalla.”

He lowered his head again, fastening straight onto your clit, pulling it between his lips and suckling on it. The fingers that had been teasing your entrance slipped deftly inside you, and you keened. Not only was he pleasuring you with no ulterior motive, but he was actually pleasuring you, something that the majority of your previous lovers either weren’t good at, or didn’t care about. No wonder he was nicknamed ‘Silvertongue’.

Loki’s fingers and lips explored you, learning what made you tremble and what made you cry out under him, and when you unintentionally tugged at his hair, he went where you lead, taking you towards that high heady peak, where the oxygen was thin, causing you to go dizzy before you fell off the edge, your body wracked with ecstasy. You cried out his name, over and over, the only word your mind could remember.

“There you go, dove. That’s it. You came so beautifully for me.” 

A warmth spread through you at his praise, and you opened your arms, inviting him back into your embrace. You needed to feel him near you, feel his weight on you. You longed to envelop him with your body and return the pleasure he had gifted you. He smiled impishly and crawled up your body, trailing kissing up your heated skin, and when he reached your face, he recaptured your lips, letting you taste your own release. His cock nudged your thigh, and you shifted, wordlessly encouraging him to take what he wanted from you.

Without warning, Loki flipped the pair of you, and you found yourself straddling him as his back lay against the soft couch.

“Are you ready to please your king? Fuck yourself on my cock, and make us both feel good.”

Drawing your lower lip between your teeth, you nodded with faux shyness and looked down.

And got your first proper view of his cock.

For a moment you froze, partly from concern, but mostly from want. You wanted, no needed, him inside you. You could almost imagine the delicious stretch, the immense fullness, and your cunt wept more for him at just the thought.

Your hand wrapped around him, learning him as he’d learnt you. You felt every ridge, every vein, and teased his slit with your thumb. When he let out a hiss, you smirked, feeling pride in your chest at making him lose his composure, albeit briefly.

“Norns! You are testing my patience, Nymph. Don’t keep your king waiting…”

You smiled, as mischievous as he’d been only a few minutes previously.

“Good things come to those who wait, Your Highness.”

However, despite your words, you gave in to his entreaties. You rose up on your knees and with your hand, positioned him at your entrance. You teased both of you for a moment, swirling his broad head through your wetness before, spurred on by a brief growl, you slowly let yourself sink down.

The stretch was as good as you’d imagined, and you had to bounce slowly and gently to ease him inside of you. You did so with your head thrown back, your hands holding your own breasts while Loki’s hands gripped your waist, steadying you. When your inner thighs met his hips, you moaned at how deep he was inside you. You lowered a hand to rest on his firm chest, steadying yourself.

“You are definitely a God, Highness. No Prince, no mere mortal, could fill me like this.” His eyes flashed with triumphant amusement, pleasure at you indulging his whims.

Slowly, you rose up, letting him slide from the clutch of your cunt until only the tip remained, teasing your sensitive entrance, before sliding back down to feel him fully again. You repeated the movement, and while your intention was to make it last, the feeling was too intoxicating, and within moments you were riding him fast and hard.

Loki didn’t seem to mind though - if his expression was anything to go by when you glimpsed it from between your hooded eyelids, he was greatly enjoying your abandon. The hands on your waist tightened, and you hoped he would leave marks, so you would have a physical reminder of this encounter for even longer.

With each upwards movement of your body, his thick cock stroked over your walls, and with each counter-movement, his tip nudged over that spot inside you, and the neat thatch of hair at his base scratched wonderfully over your engorged clit. You could feel your orgasm approaching once more, and your movements became more frantic.

When Loki sat up, pulling you to him and burying his head in your chest to suckle on your breasts, you were done for. The pleasure barreled into you, knocking you back off that cliff edge, leaving you a trembling and mewling mess in his strong arms. The world tilted once again, and you felt the soft sofa fabric at your back before your entire focus became how Loki was now rutting into you with hard, feral strokes, chasing his own high. With a shout, he threw his head back, and you saw the veins in his neck pulse in time with his cock that was buried deep inside you.

For a moment, you had an unobstructed view of his torso, and you took the chance to memorise every part that you could see, before he dropped back down, smiling and panting, hips still flush to yours, prolonging the intimacy for as long as possible.

You wound your arms around his neck and smiled back. Coils of his damp hair slid over his shoulder, and a water droplet rolled down a strand to land on your collarbone with a soft ‘splat’. Loki looked at the small puddle on your skin as if becoming aware of both your soaked states for the first time.

“I should fix that.”

Another flash of green and you were both dry. Loki’s hair was now fluffed up around his shoulders. Turning your head towards the sodden pile that was your dress, you saw to your amazement that it was now perfectly dry and neatly folded. You looked back at the Prince and raised an eyebrow.

“Did you just dry us and our clothes off with your magic? Why didn’t you do that earlier?”

He grinned, his expression somewhat sheepish.

“Wouldn’t have been nearly romantic if I had, would it?”

You laughed, unintentionally clenching down on where he was still encompassed by your soft heat. In response, Loki moaned and gave a tentative thrust. 

“Again, Highness? Already?” You were both shocked and aroused by his quick recovery.

“Well, I am a God, Nymph.”

His lips captured yours once more as the spring rain continued to fall outside.

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This Love-Prologue

Masterlist of This Love

ɢʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ, ʟᴏᴋɪ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀꜱᴛʀɪ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀɴ ɪɴꜱᴇᴘᴀʀᴀʙʟᴇ ᴘᴀɪʀ. ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴘᴀꜱꜱ, ᴀꜱᴛʀɪ ʙᴇɢɪɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴡᴀʏ ʙᴜᴛ ʟᴏᴋɪ ʙᴇɢɪɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴛ ʜɪꜱ ᴀᴍʙɪᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀꜱᴛʀɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇᴅ.

Asgard 967 A.D. 

Frigga smiled as she watched her son quietly approach the baby in her arms. Her oldest son had wrinkled his nose when she sat him down to tell him that the baby girl would be staying in the palace with them. 

   "But why can't she just stay with her own family?" He asked.

   "We will be her new family. She is the daughter of a childhood friend of mine." Frigga replied.

   "She can just go back with her then," Thor mumbled from his spot across the room.

Frigga just smiled at her son and beckoned him closer to her and the sleeping babe. 

   "She looks funny and smells weird. Just like Loki did after you fed him that orange mush!" Thor said as he reached out to gently poke at the girl's face.

As she got ready to correct her son's insults against the defenseless baby, the doors to her chambers opened, revealing her husband. 

   "Escort my son back to his chambers. I wish to speak to my wife alone." Odin ordered the guards at his side. 

 Frigga didn't open her mouth until the doors had shut behind her son and the guards. 

   "What will become of her father?" She asked, placing the sleeping baby in the cradle she had asked a handmaiden to bring. 

   "He will rot in the dungeons for his crimes," Odin sighed "He tried denying his actions when I questioned him." 

   "What a selfish man. Only ever thinking of himself, I had warned Linnea that he would only bring her pain." Frigga said. 

   "And now she lives on in Valhalla," Odin said as he peered down at the rescued child, "If we are to keep her she will need a name." 

   "Astri. For her grandmother." Frigga smiled 

Hello, readers! This is my first book that has to do with Marvel so please bear with me. This story is not going to immediately jump into romance as I want to spend chapters developing Astri and Loki's dynamic as friends first. Also, after some intense Googling, I've gotten many different ages and birth years for Loki and Thor. So for this story: Thor 964 A.D. Loki 965 A.D. Astri 967 A.D..  In the prologue above, I imagined Thor as about 3 in human years while Loki is about 2, Astri while she is a baby here, she is not a newborn.  Imagine her to be 8-9 months old. For some parts I'll put their ages down or at least how I view them in human years for the part.  This story will begin before the events of Thor 1 and follow through the movies with Loki in them. I hope you enjoy reading! 

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Portal to My Heart (Book 2) Chapter Two

Loki x Reader

Chapter Two: Over Time

Summary: As time passes in Asgard, Loki and (Y/N) begin to understand each other more.

            “My Lady?”

            (Y/N) jolted up out of bed in a panic to see two women in simple peach robes. “Who the hell—Why are you in my room?!”

            “I am Ilsa,” said the first, red hair piled up in braids.

            “And I am Karla,” said the second, golden hair in a bun with ringlets framing her face.

            “Lady Frigga has asked us to be your handmaidens during your stay in Asgard,” said Ilsa.

            “Handmaidens?” (Y/N) blinked in confusion. She was too asleep to deal with this.

            “Yes. We’ll help you with what to wear, arrange your hair, prepare your bath, bring you breakfast, whatever you require,” said Karla.

            “…” (Y/N) stared at them. They stared back. “…I don’t need that…I can do it myself.”

            “…My, Lady…may I speak candidly?” said Ilsa.

            I’m about to be insulted, aren’t it? “…Yes.”

            “We’ve seen the outfit you wore when you arrived here. It could be…” Ilsa trailed off as she considered her words carefully. “…improved.”

            Damn. She’s not wrong. “I found the gowns yesterday. I’ll just put one on again today.”

            “My Lady, you are to meet Lady Frigga today,” said Karla. “We all must look our best to see the Queen.”

            They have a point. “I’m not in the business of making other people dote on me. Especially when I can’t pay them,” said (Y/N).

            “We’re paid well by the palace,” said Ilsa.

            “With healthcare?” said (Y/N).

            “Of course,” said Karla.

            Alright, so the justice system is fucked by the labor system isn’t taking advantage of everyone. “…Fine. You can dress me up.”

            Ilsa grinned. “Karla, grab all the hair products stored in the bath. I’ll pull the gowns. We have some work to do.”

            I’ve gotten insulted again. I like these two.

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            (Y/N) hurried down the stairwell to the room Ilsa and Karla had directed her to. The gown billowed around her as she turned the corner and slowed to a respectable stroll in order to appear casual. Plus, she didn’t want to ruin Ilsa and Karla’s hard work. She wore a long blue gown that was structured and reinforced at the top with cascading skirts that faded to white. (Y/N)’s hair had been washed professionally to remove all the grime of battle (and kidnapping) from it and styled perfectly to frame her face.

            “Lady (Y/N),” said Frigga, smiling from the center of a large, round room with a soft flooring, similar to rubber.

            “Queen Frigga,” said (Y/N). Is that how you address a Queen? Should I bow? No, isn’t it a curtsey? Shit, I have no clue.

            “I see Ilsa and Karla have dedicated themselves to their work,” said Frigga.

            “Yeah, they’ve been nice,” said (Y/N).

            “I’m sure. They were once my own handmaidens,” said Frigga. “However, I could see they enjoy working with different people and different styles, figures, and hair, so I allowed them to move to work with guests.” She smiled. “I knew they’d be perfect for you.”

            “Thank you,” said (Y/N) awkwardly. “Um, Queen Frigga? What do you need with me?”

            “I was being serious when I told my husband you could find help with your abilities here on Asgard,” said Frigga.

            (Y/N) blinked. “Really?”

            “Yes,” said Frigga.

            “Thank you for helping me find someone,” said (Y/N).

            Frigga smiled. “Oh, no, my dear. I am going to teach you.”

            “You?” The word was blurted out before (Y/N) could stop. “Sorry, not to be rude, but you’re the Queen. I didn’t think you would teach me.”

            “Have no fear, Lady (Y/N). I instructed my son Loki. I can deal with a sharp tongue, especially one that doesn’t mean to harm,” said Frigga kindly. “And as for me being the Queen…it is my duty to help people in need. You are in need.” She straightened. “So, tell me, what are your abilities? Not magic, I suppose, but the elements will be close enough for me to understand in such terms.”

            “I’m not entirely sure what my powers are,” admitted (Y/N). “But so far what’s happened is that I’ve rejected mind control, I’ve teleported by creating a portal, and I struck, uh, Loki with energy.”

            Frigga considered. “The mind control is most likely a subconscious reaction, a protection your magic lends you instinctually. Teleportation with portals is related to summoning, so that’s a clear path, and as for the pure energy manipulation, I could use either fire or lightning magic to instruct you, depending on the exact manifestation of your own abilities.”

            (Y/N) stared at her in surprise. Frigga understood and had already created a plan to address (Y/N)’s abilities without speaking down on her for not controlling her powers yet, without suggesting experimentation, and without treating her as strange. It was a nice feeling to be respected.

            “So, if you’ll allow me, I can use my own magic to read into your abilities and draw them out. If I have a better understanding of them, I’ll be able to instruct you with more precision,” said Frigga.

            “You can do that,” said (Y/N).

            Frigga smiled and raised a hand, allowing a pale green magic to swirl in her palm. She held it before (Y/N), and the light flew around them. A sudden blue light manifested, overtaking the pale green. (Y/N) felt a sharp tug in her chest as her abilities were pulled out. The shock caused her magic to break, and the blue energy exploded upwards in a swirl of magic. Frigga stepped back and observed it.

            “Hm. Spatial energy, condensing and expanding,” murmured Frigga before smiling. “I have a few ideas.”

            (Y/N) brightened. “Really?”

            “Yes.” Frigga smiled lightly with a subtle cleverness, and (Y/N) realized Loki got his expressions from her. “Now, let’s get started. You have a ways to go, but I’ll make a sorceress out of you yet.”

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            “And to what do I owe the pleasure of another visit?” said Loki with a false smirk. “Are you here in concern for my wellbeing once more?”

            (Y/N) scoffed. “I’m not concerned for your wellbeing. I’m just curious about what the hell goes through your head when you decide not to defend yourself and explain that you are mentally ill and need proper treatment instead of just being locked up.”

            “I’m not mentally ill,” lied Loki.

            “Yeah, okay, the God of Lies lying to himself. That tracks,” said (Y/N), rolling her eyes in annoyance.

            Loki couldn’t hold back the amused smile at her rude rambles, entertaining as always. “If you’re calling me a god, does that mean you finally understand my glorious purpose?”

            “Don’t distract me. We’re talking about your mental illness,” said (Y/N).

            “I’m not mentally ill,” repeated Loki.

            “Yes, you are. I would know. I’m fucked in the head, too,” said (Y/N). “I think you should ask your mom about getting some help for that. She seems reasonable. She’d listen to you.”

            “You’ve been speaking to my mo—Frigga?” said Loki.

            “She’s teaching me to use my abilities,” said (Y/N). She smirked. “And I haven’t know her for long, but I know one thing.”

            “Don’t tell me you understand your magic already. You were hopeless when we arrived. I can’t imagine a week or two would change much,” said Loki. “It would take a miracle to change it.”

            “First of all, shut up,” said (Y/N). “Second of all, no, what I know is that any good traits you have are from Frigga, so you have some hope.”

            Loki paused. “I have hope?”

            “Yeah, for not being a completely terrible person,” said (Y/N).

            “My, quite a bit of concern you show,” said Loki.

            “Again, it’s not concern, it’s curiosity for why you decide to be so insufferable, and honestly, you’re more entertaining to me than a lot of the people here,” said (Y/N).

            “Then I suppose it’s not terrible for me to admit you’re fairly entertaining as well,” said Loki.

            “Thank you. Maybe Asgard will keep me on as court jester if I don’t manage to control my abilities,” said (Y/N) brightly.

            Loki couldn’t conceal the chuckle at that. “Then we must hope you manage to control them. I doubt a jester uniform will be flattering.”

            “Wow, does the gown look that good?” said (Y/N) sarcastically, thinking he was teasing again.

            “Why, yes, it does,” said Loki with a smirk.

            (Y/N) blinked at him, and Loki’s grin widened.

            “Oh, great, so you’re annoying even when you’re being nice. Great,” said (Y/N), groaning in frustration, and Loki chuckled. A small smile appeared on (Y/N)’s face at the sound. Okay. So he wasn’t completely terrible when he wasn’t on a murder spree.

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            Loki paused in his pacing as he heard someone step up to his cell. “Another visit within a week? My, you really must be bored with Asgard if you’re here again.”

            “Again?”

            Loki froze and turned to see Frigga standing within his cell as an illusion.

            Frigga raised an eyebrow and laced her fingers. “If I recall, I haven’t visited you yet.”

            “No, you didn’t, ‘Mother,’ ” said Loki scathingly.

            “I thought you might want some time to yourself to consider the consequences of your actions,” said Frigga. “But I see that you have had visitors. I doubt your father—”

            “He’s not my father,” spat Loki.

            “—He would not visit you as he is quite busy. Thor is traveling the Nine Realms and battling chaos. I have not visited you.” Frigga looked at him in consideration. “So I wonder, who is visiting you?”

            “Why should you care?” said Loki.

            Frigga gazed at him. “You know why.”

            Loki scoffed. “You and (Y/N) should learn to mind your business. Your visits mean nothing.”

            “(Y/N)? She visited you?” said Frigga.

            Loki cursed himself. “…Yes.”

            “Why?” said Frigga. Loki could see the calculating, observant look on her face.

            “Boredom,” said Loki.

            ��I hardly think a woman you kidnapped, especially one with as stubborn a heart as (Y/N), would visit you just for boredom,” said Frigga.

            “I don’t try to understand her mind,” said Loki. “Truly, I don’t think she has one.”

            “Oh, we both know she has one. She mentioned you attempted to control it,” said Frigga.

            “…I did,” admitted Loki. He forced himself not to wince at the disappointed look in Frigga’s eyes.

            “I thought I had taught you better than to use magic to harm innocents,” said Frigga.

            “(Y/N) is not innocent,” said Loki.

            “But she was before you pulled her into a fight,” said Frigga. Loki hated how right his mot—Frigga was. “Loki. What did you do?”

            “I did what was necessary for my power,” said Loki. “I tied her to me until I ensured my own power with hers. Then I released her.”

            Frigga paused. He released her. Just as (Y/N) had said, Loki had confirmed it. “You released her?”

            “She wasn’t…necessary anymore,” said Loki, standing confidently.

            Frigga smiled, unconcerned with Loki’s callous tone. Unlike a true monster or cruel ruler, Loki hadn’t just “disposed” of (Y/N) once she wasn’t helpful. Something of her son still stood before her, even if it was lost.

            More interestingly, he and (Y/N) had spoken to each other multiple times.

            And, most interestingly, Frigga didn’t sense true animosity in the way either spoke of the other.

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            (Y/N) held her hand before her and furrowed her brow. It had been slow going, but she had gotten to summoning small portals (when she focused hard. But, hey, progress). (Y/N) let the small circle of blue light expand.

            “So, I’ve heard you visited Loki.”

            The blue energy exploded into a tiny firework as Frigga’s words completely distracted (Y/N). Her head flipped to the Queen of Asgard. “I, uh, what?”

            Frigga laced her fingers behind her. “Hm. I thought your focus would have steadied.”

            (Y/N) stared at her. Frigga’s casual nature as she caused slight mischief to (Y/N) was extremely reminiscent of Loki. That explained where he got it. “It doesn’t when you drop that you know that on me.”

            “So it’s true?” remarked Frigga.

            Damn. She trapped me. She’s smart. (Y/N) sighed. “Yes.”

            “You visited the man who kidnapped and tortured you,” said Frigga musingly. “Why?” She knew (Y/N) respected directness, so she didn’t have to soften her words.

            (Y/N) considered how to respond. “I think he’s an idiot and definitely deserves so, so many legal repercussions and jailtime for all the shit he did, but I also think just leaving him there doesn’t actually help anything, and Loki isn’t completely insufferable, and from what I’ve gathered, every warrior on Asgard has been involved in an incredible amount of death and destruction, so there could probably be some degree of rehabilitation on this floating rock of a city in my opinion.” She paused after speaking and thought that perhaps she had said too much to the Queen of Asgard about the issues of Asgard.

            Frigga smiled and chuckled lightly. While (Y/N) stared at her and her reaction, she said, “My, you do have heart.”

            “My Lady?” said (Y/N).

            “Summon another portal. We’ll have a less burdensome conversation as you do to make it more natural to bring out your abilities,” said Frigga.

            (Y/N) gazed at her curiously but obeyed. Frigga watched her and smiled.

            They could be good for each other.

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            The months passed, and as (Y/N) trained with Frigga, her abilities strengthened. At the same time, (Y/N) and Loki spent time together, entertained by each other’s wittiness and banter that they couldn’t get with others.

            “You can’t even create a portal to crawl through?” Loki scoffed. “By the time I was the Asgardian equivalent of a ten-year-old Midgardian child I could expertly shapeshift.”

            “And when you were ten years old, you had your magic for ten years. I’ve had it for less than ten months,” retorted (Y/N). She smiled brightly. “But I’ll make sure to show you by coming in there and punching you as soon as I figure out the portals!”

            Over time, they grew more comfortable and spoke slightly more amicably.

            “If you can’t focus, try channeling emotions,” said Loki.

            “Huh?” (Y/N) looked at him in confusion.

            “Magic responds to intention,” explained Loki. “If focus doesn’t work, using an emotion to light your magic can work until the focus comes more easily.”

            (Y/N) blinked. “That’s the calmest, most helpful thing you’ve ever said to me.”

            Loki scoffed. “It’s simply frustrating to watch you fail over and over. It bores me.”

            “Yeah, sure, whatever you say,” said (Y/N). “I’d say thanks for the advice, but that’ll have to wait until I know it works.”

            Their short discussions grew to ones that lasted long enough that poor Ilsa or Karla (sworn to silence about (Y/N) and Loki’s visits by Frigga) had to brave the dungeon to call (Y/N) for meals or training.

            “M-My Lady.” Karla peered into the dungeon and awkwardly hovered in the entrance. In front of her, (Y/N) sat on the floor in front of Loki’s cell, gown collected around her. Karla swallowed and shuffled a little farther in. “It is time for dinner.”

            “A Lady now?” Loki smirked. “I hardly think they’ve given you any manners.”

            (Y/N) shot him a look. “It’s not like you’re the model gentleman, so don’t think you can criticize me.”

            Karla looked ready to faint at how easily (Y/N) insulted Loki, the prince and criminal of Asgard.

            (Y/N) turned to her and smiled. “Sorry about him. I’m coming.”

            “Very good,” said Karla, backing away hurriedly.

            “I should go. Everyone stares at me when I come in late.” (Y/N) scowled. “I’m not a fan.”

            “Good luck with the nobles,” said Loki with an amused smile. “I’m sure you’ll find them boring and your Midgardian mannerisms will amuse them.”

            “I can hear your sarcasm,” said (Y/N).

            Loki smirked.

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            Frigga was no fool. In fact, she was the most reasonable and perceptive of her family. And due to that fact, she could see when people changed. Right now, she noticed Loki and (Y/N).

            The Midgardian woman had grown quite a bit during her time in Asgard. Not in anything material or in heart, but Frigga could see her skills in magic increasing. However, Frigga could see more than that. (Y/N) was in a better mood as the days passed, and even though Frigga never saw her interact with many Asgardians, she seemed to feel more at ease as if there was someone she spent time with. It didn’t take Frigga long to discover that (Y/N) and Loki’s visits had continued.

            Which led her to Loki’s changes. He seemed calmer. Yes, he remained bitter and vengeful towards Odin for his imprisonment, but he seemed more at ease, like he had something of interest going on in his time imprisoned. (Y/N) was that someone of interest, and their visits kept Loki relaxed and amused. From what Frigga had gathered of their interactions from Isla and Karla, the Queen had determined that Loki’s sharp tongue lessened when turned towards (Y/N), turning teasing rather than offensive, like when he was young.

            Frigga smiled as she made the connection. Yes. They were good for each other. She didn’t understand how precisely anything resembling friendship could develop between the two, but their time spent together there on Asgard seemed to create a bond between them and some connection lay beneath the surface. However, as a mother, Frigga had certain suspicions of what might become of such a blooming bond.

            Well, some might think the friendship or acquaintance strange, but Frigga was not going to deny (Y/N) and Loki the person they found an understanding with.

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            (Y/N) held a hand up while tossing an apple through it. She grinned as it reappeared, whole and unbruised, on the table where the other end of the portal was.

            “See how long you can hold it while letting objects move through it,” said Frigga. As (Y/N) continued tossing fruit, Frigga spoke casually. “Have your visits with Loki improved?”

            (Y/N) glanced at her, and the portal glowed fainter for a moment before (Y/N) focused again. “What do you mean?”

            “His mood,” said Frigga. She smiled. “I’d hate to think he was still being coarse with you.”

            “Well, he’s never going to be necessarily nice to me,” said (Y/N). “You know, me being a poor Midgardian and all, but he’s not as insufferable as he was when we first met or even when he first got put in that cell.” They considered and paused in their activity. “So I guess his mood has improved. In a Loki way, though.”

            Frigga hummed and nodded.

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            “Another visit from the Queen,” said Loki. “What can this poor lost soul do for you now?”

            “I simply came to check on how you’re doing,” said Frigga.

            Loki gave a tight, false smile and laced his fingers behind his back. “I told you before, I have no need for pity.”

            Frigga was tempted to smirk. Her son walked right into her conversational trap. “Very well, then I can just ask (Y/N).” When Loki paused, Frigga smiled. “You two do speak quite a bit.”

            “We do,” acknowledged Loki. “She happens to visit.”

            “Yes, frequently and for long periods of time,” said Frigga. “I’m glad your…relationship has improved.”

            “There is no relationship,” said Loki. “Just toleration. And some mutual entertainment. She’s more amusing than any of the other ‘acquaintances’ in my current home.” He glanced distastefully at the thugs in other cells.

            “Indeed,” remarked Frigga, carefully filing away the information. Time was changing the pair.

            Loki tsked in annoyance. “I don’t need you prying. If you cared, I wouldn’t be here.”

            Unfortunately, Loki’s bitterness towards his family hadn’t changed.

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Frigg’s Handmaidens pt 4/4

Pt 1

Pt 2

Pt 3

The final part is here! Anyways, here are my interpretations of the last two handmaidens, Eir and Fulla +the queen herself Frigg!

Eir (Goddess of Medicene and Healing)

General info: Eir is both recognized as an Aesir goddess and/or Valkyrie. But she described as having healing powers no matter her origin. In the Prose Edda, she appears in "The Lay of Svipdagr" as simply a handmaiden. But it is described by Snorri as being "the best of pschycians" and is listed among the 16 goddesses in Gylfaginning and a Valkyrie in Skaldskaparmal. But then, it is also later listed that she is an Aesir goddess.

Headcanons:

- Eir was a valkyrie in my retelling but was half aesir born she also was more of a war doctor than a warrior herself

-I headcanon Eir as Gna's mother (since Gna's parentage is unknown in the myths and Gna shares a commonality of with valkyries when it comes to flying horses)

-Eir raised Gna as a single mother, and Gna' father is unknown

-Eir is the same age as Frigg but doesn't often eat Idunn's apples to keep herself young after she retired as a valkyrie, and Gna grew up

-That being said, Eir is one of Frigg's closest friends

-Eir is Asgard's main doctor, but she has many handmaidens(midwives,nurses)that help her with her tasks if she can't tend to them herself

-She's the eldest of Frigg's handmaidens

Fulla (Goddess of Sercerts and abundance)

General info: Fulla is Frigg closest and most trusted handmaiden. She is listed in the poetic and prose Edda and Sklandic poetry. She is often depicted with a golden band and the keeper of an ashen box. She tends to Frigg's footwear. She's also the only handmaiden Frigg shares her sercerts with.

Headcanons:

-Fulla is the second eldest of Frigg's handmaidens

-All the jewelry she wears are various gifts from Frigg. Her and Frigg also have matching "friendship rings" 😉 or at least that's what the Aesir think they are

-Other then Syn ,Eir ,and Frigg ,Fulla is also a mother figure to the younger gods and goddesses

-Fulla is part Elf and was in Alfheim, though she is partially Aesir, like the majority of the gods

-Fulla helped raised Baldr, Hodr, Hermod ,and Saga

-For Fulla's dress for my interpretation, I made her dress color symbolize her devotion to Frigg by making it a softer blue but also symbolize her as an individual by making it a different shade

-I headcanon Fulla as Lesbian and in a forbidden/secert relationship with Frigg, which is one the sercerts Fulla keeps in the box

Frigg or Frigga (Goddess of Marriage and Motherhood)

General info:Frigg or Frigga is the wife of Odin and Queen of the gods. She's also the mother of Baldr ,Hodr,and Hermod. She is in many myths but is famously in the death of Baldr. She also often times merged with Freya. However, most of the time, they are two separate deities. She appears in Germanaic and Norse mythology.

Headcanons:

- Frigg is often associated with a goose as her animal in the myth, so I based my interpretation of her slightly off of a Snow goose

-Frigg acts like a mother goose herself and is overprotective of all her children but not in an overbearing way

-Frigg is close friends with Eir ,Snotra ,and Fulla

-Frigg was friends with Sigyn and saw her as a little sister. However, they had a falling out and hadn't spoken after (she also wasn't really fan of the fact Sigyn went on to marry Loki)

-I headcanon Frigg as bi and in a relationship with Fulla

-Frigg has two rings, one from Fulla, the other from Odin, her necklace was a gift she received on her wedding day

[wordswithkittywitch]

My experience as a lifestyle lolita has been overwhelmingly positive, I can honestly say that in all my years I've only ever had one stranger say something negative about it, most people find it utterly charming. (It also helps with my anxiety, if I know why people are staring at me I barely worry about it at all) But you keep hearing the same things over and over, and you get used to them. "You look like a princess! You look like a doll!"

I got a new one today, though. A woman in the supermarket told me I looked like "a Norwegian goddess". I don't mind, I'll be a handmaiden of Frigga. Though I've never pictured any of them as a loli in a Christmas sweater before.

[xalygatorx]

Worthy (2015) | Chapter 24, "I'll Always Find You"

Disappearing sporadically in public spaces quickly becomes Cora Dempsey's least concerning problem when suddenly she captures the attention of the forming Avengers Initiative, the World Security Council, and Asgard's fallen prince all in one week. And the universe is only just getting started with her.

Worthy is a slow-burn SFW Marvelverse (films) romance between Loki and a female OC. For additional details on what canon is used, see the Prologue post.

Disclaimer: From here on, at the time of writing Worthy I ran out of canon to go on from the films. Everything from here, forward, is pure HC about what I thought the fight with Thanos and the Ragnarök might look like based solely on existing canon and the title release cards.

Summary: Cora contends with her newborn grief over Loki’s demise. An audience with the “Allfather” comes with an unexpected twist. An old foe begins his greatest onslaught.

Pairing: Loki x Fem!OC

Warnings: Grief

Word Count: 3.3k

Cora inhaled slowly as her back pressed against the chamber door, closing it with a soft click and turning the latch until she heard the lock turn home with a hollow sound. Her eyes closed in time with the door and leaned her head back against the gold paneling with a dull thud, her fingers sliding over the door handle until her hand slipped off entirely to hang at her side.

Loki was dead. And she'd been right about him all along.

Her throat tightened painfully and when she opened her eyes next, the white scleras were red with inflamed blood vessels, saline glossing them over and collecting at the rims. About this, she'd been wrong though. She still had energy to grieve. She would always have energy to grieve and mourn and it came in full force this time just as it had with all the others.

It would have hurt whether he was a truly merciless villain through and through as so many others had thought or the misunderstood prince he'd turned out to be. It didn't matter. None of it mattered. Not anymore. Nothing excused what he'd done, but he had redeemed himself when it mattered and that meant so much more than any lingering reputation. People could change. It just took an immense amount of strength for them to do so. Slipping back into old ways was more than possible, it was easier, but she would never know if his change would stick. Neither would Thor or Odin or the Warriors Three or anyone else who had doubted him. Maybe that was a good thing.

Cora clenched her jaw and shook off the thoughts, blinking hard and exhaling at last in a gust, walking over to sit on the edge of the bed until she figured out how to control herself enough to get to work on something productive. Hell, what would she even do now? She hadn't thought much past meeting her Asgardian relatives or any possible outcomes with Thor and Loki apart from everyone coming back alive and okay. It had just seemed impossible for them to fail, even if Thor had ultimately triumphed at the cost of his brother's life.

As she sank into her seat, she crossed her ankles and habitually tucked them back just enough to breach the bedskirt. Her brow arched faintly as she felt her heel hit something under the bed and she leaned forward, reaching to find whatever she'd tapped with her foot, her fingers hooking in a fabric strap. Pulling against the strap, she tugged what turned out to be her purse forward, having forgotten about it entirely after surrendering it to a couple of Frigga's handmaidens upon her arrival when they'd insisted she take a bath to cleanse her wounds.

Setting her purse in her lap, she hesitated before slowly unzipping the main compartment, figuring it could serve as a temporary distraction to root through familiar souvenirs from her home world. She'd rifled briefly through tiny trifles like her car keys (now useless since Clint had put an arrow through where said key would have gone and by this point, her car had probably been towed or confiscated by SHIELD), a couple stray keychains, some old receipts, and keys to her apartment by the time she got to her billfold, grimacing as she unsnapped the clasp and unfolded it.

A soft smirk found her face as she looked down at her driver's license and old school ID along with all her debit, credit, and gift cards lining the pouches inside and thinking how useless they all were here. Cora slid her nail behind the first layer and turned it over, her throat constricting as she looked down at the picture there, faded from the years, of her as a child with her parents.

"Never gets easier," she murmured softly, her fingertips stroking the plastic covering the photograph before she shut and zipped her billfold, replacing it in her purse before taking out her phone.

Out of simple curiosity, Cora depressed the "home" button and felt a sincere sensation of shock when the screen lit up for her to swipe and unlock it. "Can bet there's no wifi here…," Cora commented with some of her usual snark returned and looked over the apps, opening up her photo gallery and starting from the top. High school "selfies" with friends, snapshots of old photos of her parents, a couple shots of her grandmother and her grandmother's golden retriever, Nell, and countless pictures of flowers, trees, and landscapes out in California. She had to admit that she missed it there after all this time away. It felt like ages.

When she neared the end, she nearly went to the home screen again, but she stopped, noticing a small, somewhat blurry final picture she didn't remember being there. It was nestled right beside a short video she'd taken at a music festival she'd gone to in Central Park perhaps a month before all of her problems involving SHIELD had begun. Narrowing her eyes, she touched the square screen-cap and it expanded to fill the screen.

When she pressed "play," her features went blank with disbelief as a jostling video of Loki began. Realizing she had it muted after a few moments, she paused it and put it back to the start, turning up the volume. His hair was shorter here, he even had a bit of color left in his face, but his brow was pinched with determination and utter frustration. Even before she pressed "play" again, she knew this was a mistake, but that didn't stop her.

"Damn, how do I… Ah, right, got it!" his voice played through the speakers, and Cora felt like she'd swallowed a handful of needles as a triumphant grin broke across his face, and she was finding it hard to breathe properly again. She stayed strong as his eyes moved over what had been her phone screen, but she had no idea why he'd had it on in the first place. She couldn't even remember when he might've had access to it.

He continued to mutter, something about messages and addresses, and she could only think that he was trying to figure out how to work the phone and that was how he'd accidentally triggered the app for the camera in the first place. Cora laughed softly as he grew frustrated with the technology, her free hand moving to touch her mouth as she watched, even as her heart hurt in a peculiar way at seeing him like this. Maybe because she never would again.

Finally, something favorable happened for him and he started to calm down, soon smirking and declaring victoriously, "Nice try, Cora, I'll always find you." 

Her smile slowly faded as the video ended there when he locked the phone, her numbness resonating once before beginning to lift and leave her defenseless. Cora sucked in a short breath and moved the track forward again to just seconds before that fateful phrase, listening to it one more time.

"Nice try, Cora, I'll always find you."

She locked her phone after the second run-through and felt her features contort just before a sob was torn from her chest, escalating until she bowed her body so her forehead rested against her knees, her hands still holding her phone against her chest as she wept painfully into the fabric of her gown. Her form flickered as she sank into her own agonizing grief, fading out entirely more than once as she lost control of herself. That was how he'd found her in California at her grandmother's supposed funeral, which had turned out to be a scam. He'd handed her phone back to her once he'd arrived and held her hand on their way back.

Cora cried hard enough to cause muscle strain throughout her body, tension making her ache, but not nearly so much as her own emotions. "Well, find me now," she murmured softly, shaking her head as she flashed back to what he'd said out of spite, that she couldn't save anyone. Not because she still felt ire toward him over it, but because it was terribly true. She hadn't been able to save her parents, she hadn't been able to save Frigga, and she hadn't been able to save him either. This knowledge made her utterly miserable.

A knock on her door made her clear her throat carefully enough to weakly answer, "Yes?"

"Lady Cora, the Allfather desires an audience with you," a man, who she could only guess was a guard, said politely through the door and a faint hint of guilt in his voice told her that he realized she wasn't in the best condition at the moment, even if he didn't understand why.

"Lady," she repeated softly with a strained smirk as she slowly sat up and let her phone slip back into her purse. "That's a new one…" Then to him, she said more loudly, "I'll be just a moment. Thanks."

Cora set her purse aside and stood, checking herself in the nearby mirror and wiping the tear streaks from her cheeks as she mulled over what Odin could possibly want from her. Maybe to kick her out. Talk to her about Loki. He had to be hurting a bit over this, he just had to be. Whether or not they admitted it, they were family and the loss of both his wife and one of his sons was likely to be weighing heavily upon him. She left the chamber and walked with the guard outside to the throne room, where he bowed and left her at the door.

Taking a deep breath, Cora walked through the doors the standing guards opened for her, listening to them settle closed behind her. She started walking toward the throne where the Allfather lounged, holding Gungnir as he watched her progress. Something was different though… There were no guards around; it was just them in the throne room.

That wasn't what was bothering her though, it was about Odin. He seemed less formal, but maybe that was because there were no guards around. She might've thought it was grief exhausting him, but as she approached and his features came into focus, she noted that he was oddly calm. "You…wanted to see me?" she said uncertainly, stopping midway down the carpeted aisle.

"Indeed," he said simply, raising his hand as he leaned forward a little. "Come closer. I do not care for shouting needlessly across the room." Cora stepped forward slowly and he hesitated a long time before he continued to answer her question. He seemed to divert from whatever he was originally going to say and noting instead, "I suppose I mean to ask what you plan to do in regard to your ties between Midgard and here. Whether you will—"

"That's what you're concerned about?" Cora interrupted with slight incredulity. "How much longer I'll be taking up a room in your palace?"

An expression of surrender bloomed on his aged face and his demeanor seemed to shift to one of weary defeat. "A room is of little importance, but I believe I must tell you that—"

"That, what?" Cora demanded, suddenly escalating toward anger. "That I have to figure out what I'm going to do, go through some kind of immigration process in order to stay here, be the only one in this damn place to grieve for your son? How can you sit there and just," she struggled for words, "keep going?!"

His grey brow furrowed subtly and he squinted at her features. "Your eyes are red. Something ails you?" he asked softly, studying her and seeming to lapse back into his former manner.

Grimacing at the fact that her eyes were reddened with her earlier tears, Cora felt her proverbial hackles rise and she shot back, "What 'ails me' is what should be ailing you! Your son just died, do you feel nothing for that?!"

"He is not my son," Odin said coolly.

"What kind of monster are you?!" Cora demanded loudly, feeling her tears beginning anew from two parts frustration, one part grief. Same old song and dance. "How can you just decide not to mourn him? He died for a man who is your son, you won't deny that!"

"You grieve his loss," Odin observed quietly, seeming baffled by her reactions.

"And you don't," she retorted defensively.

"Why do you?"

Cora looked up at him on his golden throne and, in that moment, she hated him. She truly hated him, but she knew the feeling was temporary. She so rarely held a grudge, it was almost an inability of hers to do so. "Because I care," she said quietly. "Because I'll miss him. That's why anyone grieves. The loss and what they will never get to say."

"And what will you never have the chance to say?" the Allfather asked with almost too much curiosity, but Cora didn't notice as she was more concerned with wiping the stray moisture from her eyes.

She floundered for words, struggling to articulate before she grimaced and shook her head. "What does it matter now? And what the hell do you care?" she asked fiercely, glaring up at him as he got to his feet and slowly made his way down the steps to her level.

"It's a bit…," he began hesitantly, which was the first time she'd ever seen Odin grow hesitant, but as she watched, he began to change. A familiar green aura slowly grew over his form, which lengthened and thinned as she watched, her eyes widening as she reflexively took a step back. 

When the light faded, Loki stood in Odin's place, looking down at her with a mixture of interest and wariness. "Complicated," he finished lamely, pursing his lips into a thin line.

"But…you…," Cora mumbled confusedly as he stopped a few steps in front of her, looking up at him with bewildered eyes still red and watery from crying. "Thor said…"

"Thor left before I could heal. I'm still not entirely whole, but," he paused, looking down at her thoughtfully. "I am alive. Obviously, but… Cora, I don't know how you could forgive me for the things I said to you, but if you—"

"Stop," Cora said harshly, raising a hand. Loki closed his mouth and glanced toward the floor, knowing he had been foolish to think she might be forgiving after finding out he was alive, particularly after he hadn't told her straightaway that the Odin she'd approached on the throne had, in fact, been him.

Cora's hands were shaking and her voice shook faintly as she said again, "Just…stop…," just before she stumbled forward and closed the distance in two long strides, throwing her arms around him. Loki jolted in shock and looked down at her, his arms half-raising of their own accord though he hesitated. "You're such an idiot…," she mumbled against his shoulder, standing on her tiptoes to make up for the height difference.

Loki sighed and a faint smile crossed his face as he wrapped his arms strongly around her, ignoring the dull pain in his chest as he held her close and moved one of his hands to gently cradle the back of her skull. It was amazing how the simple act of being able to touch her after all this time was able to ease his mind. "I know."

Cora laughed quietly through new tears of relief, not entirely inclined to loosen her hold, though she did after a moment. As she eased back to standing flatly on her feet and let him go, she sighed, looking up at him and finding that her smile was lingering, despite it all. "I forgive you. Let's just move on, okay?"

Loki smiled back at her and had shifted his hand from the back of her head to her cheek when they broke their hold, softly stroking the line of her cheekbone without entirely realizing he was doing so. "Okay."

The moment was broken when the air changed into an unnerving state of stillness. Loki's smile faded and his eyes shifted from Cora to the entry doors, a hum filling the air just before a snarl twisted his lips and he grabbed her, taking them both down to the golden floor. A sonic wave lashed through the already weathered throne room, sending stones crumbling and gold adornments cracking up the sides. A fissure formed in the floor and it split the throne up the middle.

"What's happening?" Cora shouted over the roar of breaking rock and warping metal, reaching up and covering the back of Loki's head as a fragment of rock hurtled toward it, causing it to slice her hand instead.

Loki glanced around with a feral sort of desperation, not knowing whether to keep their position on the floor or get them both to a safer place, though the presence filling the room felt horribly familiar…

“I warned you that failure was not an option, Loki Laufeyson.”

With the voice came pain of agonizing force that overtook his senses as it had time and time again in Chitauri lands, causing his limbs to shudder as he held himself over Cora, trying to protect her even as he felt like he was being ripped apart. He opened his scrunched eyes to look at her when he heard her gasp loudly, finding her choked with agony as well, her hands tight against her skull as she curled from the inflicted pain.

"Thanos!" Loki roared, enraged that the torture he knew too well was now being used on Cora as well.

"No need to scream, little giant. I am all. I will bring ends to all," Thanos promised with a deep chuckle. Another sonic wave caused the architecture to groan and shudder and Loki gathered Cora closer to keep them both grounded and try to comfort her as the familiar torment continued on, murmuring softly in her ear that it was all in her head and it would end soon.

Loki glanced up when he heard a rumble from deep underground and then crashing until the palace vault, uprooted from its cavernous home broke through the floor and the air went suddenly still again. The enchantment on the vault was breached and a void opened upon the impossibly thick metal door, a blue glow surfacing slowly until the cubical shape of the Tesseract rose up, at once enclosed by the void.

At that moment, a vision of fire into darkness, of burning cities and melting golden reaches, of screaming and death and the universe folding in upon itself washed over him and Loki's jaw clenched as he glanced around at Asgard's royal fortress, a mass of fragmented gold and stone encircling him as the rest of Asgard lay in ash and dust, the sky breaking apart above him. He knew this sight.

The vision faded when he blinked, breathing hard as the mental infliction of implied pain finally faded from his mind, relieved when he felt Cora relax in his arms as well. The bastard never showed himself, but one last threat flowed through the room and echoed twice over. A threat that sent deep chills through his bones and was even enough to pale the fair skin of the trickster god's face.

"Prepare yourself for the final death, son of ice. The Ragnarök begins."

Next chapter: Chapter 25, "Gems of Power"

[grimnirs-child]

Masterpost: Frīg's Handmaidens Project

Who are the Handmaidens?

In the Prose Edda, twelve Goddesses are listed after Frigga as Ásynjur: Fulla, Gefjon, Hlín, Syn, Eir, Sága, Gná, Vár or Vór, Snotra, Vör, Lofn and Sjöfn. Modern Heathens sometimes refer to Them as Frigga's Handmaidens. (This is a piece of shared gnosis, not an historically attested term.) For many of the Twelve, this is all that survives in the way of attestations.

What is the Project?

Gradually over several years, and more intentionally recently, I have been building a devotional cultus around these Goddesses. As part of that, I've been putting together primers on each of the Twelve on my longform blog -- detailing Their surviving attestations, Old English God-names and epithets for Them, my own personal experiences and upg, a prayer, and devotional icon art -- as well as essays and modern myths exploring other aspects of Them and my cultus to Them.

Although I use Old English names for Them and honour Them in a syncretic heathen practice drawing on influences from across the British and Irish Isles, I hope these may be useful and/or interesting for practitioners working in a Norse, Continental, or other context. Or for anyone worshipping and building cultus to lesser-known and lesser-attested Gods!

I will update this post periodically, but if you like you can subscribe to my longform Wordpress blog for updates when I post.

Primers

Fulla

Geofen (Gefjon)

Hlēowen (Hlin)

Ār (Eir)

Saga

Lofen & Siofen (Lofn & Sjöfn)

Snotor (Snotra)

Wearn, or Syn (Syn)

Wær (Vör)

Essays and other posts

Introduction to the Project

Essay on abundance, ānanda, and Fulla

Essay on Frīg and Her importance to my cosmology

The Wren and her sister: a myth of Frīg feat. Ār and Gnæ

Essay on marriage as initiation, feat. Lofen, Siofen and Āþ

[acciotherapists]

Cast Out

Summary: Loki is sent to Midgaurd instead of Thor but his childhood friend, Y/n, isn't letting him go without a fight.

Warnings: angst, fluff, (mention of future smut but nothing here)

A/N: This was inspired by this ask to @sarahscribbles. All credit for the original idea for this fic goes to her and her lovely anons :)

It all happened so fast. In the blink of an eye my world was ripped away from me, sent through the bifrost to an unknown realm and I couldn’t even inquire about his well-being without fear of repercussions from the Allfather. In an instant my childhood best friend was ripped away from me and I was expected to move on with life. My mother was a handmaiden to Frigga and when she’d passed the Allmother had taken me in as her own, noticing how close I’d grown with her sons, particularly Loki.

“I will speak of this no more!” Odin hissed as I followed him across the Rainbow Bridge, tears in my eyes.

“He just learned of his ancestry and you’re going to send him away to die on Midgard!? That’s cruel even for you!” I hissed, my voice dripping with venom.

He turned to me, eyes flashing with rage. “He risked the entire realm with his foolishness! Perhaps a few decades on Midgard will teach him to be more like Thor!”

“He shouldn’t have to be like Thor!” I screamed. “He’s your son!”

“He’s made it clear how he feels about being my son!” Odin shot back.

“Because he was hurt!” I screamed, no longer caring if the whole of Asgard heard us as we reached the castle, the Allmother waiting at the gates, her eyes searching us carefully. Searching for Loki.

“Tell her, oh great Odin,” I hissed. “Tell her how you sent her son away! Tell her how you sent him to die on Midgard!”

“What?” she whispered, turning to face her husband.

“That is not how I planned to tell you, dear,” he answered, lowering his gaze. “Loki must be punished for his foolish actions, which nearly cost us a war.”

“Oh, husband… what have you done?”

He looked away from her so I answered instead. “He just started a war.”

“What do you mean?” he hissed. “I’ve avoided a war by banishing the cause!”

“I’m not referring to Jotunheim, you old git! I’m referring to myself. You’ve just started something you will be unable to finish.” With that I left, returning to my room, an empty feeling in my chest as I collapsed on the silk sheets. Please be safe, Loki.

****

Loki’s POV

I cast you out!

My poor excuse for a father had shouted those words only moments ago before sending me hurtling toward an unknown realm, without even telling me where he was sending me. The look on Y/n’s face haunted me as I stood up. I could still see the tears in her eyes as I was sent flying backward into the void of space. I tried to take in my surroundings as the cloud of dust began to dissipate around me before I crashed into a strange, metal object, collapsing onto the ground. Screams filled my ears as faces surrounded me.

“Where did he come from?” a woman asked as I stood up.

“You! What realm is this?” I hissed at the woman.

“Realm?” she asked, seeming confused.

“Ah, must be Midgard then,” I answered. Only Midgardians would be silly enough to be unfamiliar with the word ‘realm.’

“Sorry, who are you?” the woman asked.

“I am Loki of Asgard. I have been banished to this nornforsaken realm and I require shelter.”

“Yeah…” The woman hesitated before taking out a small device and placing it to her ear. “Yeah, hi. I’ve got an escaped psych patient here.”

“You can’t be serious,” I scoffed, walking away from her and toward the lights from the nearby town. Father had taken my magic as I could no longer feel it pulsing in my veins but he’d been forgiving enough to leave me in my Asgardian form. I fear what the mortals would do if I were to appear to them as a Jotun. Their miniscule minds could not possibly comprehend such a thing. I made my way into the town, trying to find some form of shelter, though I wasn’t exactly sure where I would go.

Please be safe, Loki.

Y/n’s sweet voice filled my ears and my heart clenched in my chest. Alone once again. It shouldn’t have been a big deal. It shouldn’t have affected me so. I’d been alone most of my life so this simple cast-out shouldn’t have been a big deal, yet it was. The thought that I may never see mother or Y/n again was almost too much to bear. Dark clouds began forming across the sky as droplets of rain began pelting the street and I quickly took cover under a nearby park bench. Just a cold, lost animal, trapped outside and too afraid to do anything about it.

Pathetic.

****

 Y/n’s POV

The following morning I approached Heimdal, my cheeks stained with tears that even my maids couldn’t hide as they fluffed my pillows and dressed me, applying a gentle layer of makeup to try and hide the streaks the tears had left.

“Princess Y/n,” Heimdal greeted. It had become custom for the palace guards and associates to address me as Princess Y/n after Frigga had declared me her daughter, silently whispering to me that she hoped someday I would choose one of her sons and become her daughter officially.

“Heimdal,” I answered, looking out at the void of space. “Can you see him?”

“Yes, Princess.”

“Is he alright?”

Heimdal sighed, hands clutching his sword. “Would you like the truth, princess? Or would you prefer a comforting lie?”

“The truth, please,” I whispered.

“He’s not well, your highness. He’s currently under a bench as it rains upon Midgard. He met some locals but they didn’t seem too fond of him so he moved on.”

“H-he’s under a bench… in the rain?”

“Yes, my lady.”

“Heimdal, if you were to… leave your post for say… a brief moment… what would happen?”

He smirked, turning to me ever so slightly. “I could be arrested for treason, miss.”

“If you knowingly aided my return to Loki, certainly… but turning a blind eye while I take matters into my own hands… surely you couldn’t be faulted for that?”

“Princess, I fear the king would have my head if you so much as breathed the same air as Midgard… or the fallen prince.”

“You understand that I love him… right?”

He nodded. “I’ve known for quite some time. Perhaps before you even knew yourself.”

“And I may never get the chance to tell him that.”

He turned to face me fully. “Really, my lady? Playing on a romantic’s emotions like this? Truly cruel of you, your highness,” he replied, chuckling softly.

“Five minutes, Heimdal. That’s all I’m asking for… please. The Allfather would never know.”

He sighed, turning his back to me, but leaving the sword in its place. “I shall never know either. Five minutes and I must return to my post.”

I hugged him tightly before quickly heading toward the sword and turning it in its place. I was quickly pulled through the bridge, collapsing on the outskirts of a small town. Rain was heavily pouring as I quickly made my way into town, searching for Loki.

A few steps ahead, your highness. Heimdal’s voice filled my head and I smiled softly, finding the park bench and Loki huddled underneath it. I quickly ran to him and he backed away, bumping his head on the bench as he curled away from me, hands up in surrender. I could see flex of blue tainting his fingers as small, raised ridges formed along his skin. 

“Loki, it’s me,” I murmured, moving behind the bench to his shivering form, taking his hands in mine.

“Y-Y/n?” His voice came out small and my heart clenched in my chest.

“I’m here, Loki. I’m here. C-can I hug you?”

He didn’t respond; he simply lunged forward, wrapping his arms around my neck, pressing his shivering body against mine. I conjured a small tent over us both before drying our clothes and materializing a blanket over his shoulders.

“You still have your magic?” he whispered as I gently pressed my lips to his hands, trying to warm them.

I nodded. “Odin has no idea I’m gone.”

“So you’ll be… returning then… to Asgard?” he murmured.

“I have no plans to leave you, Loki. Either Odin takes us both back or we stay here together. Either way I’m happy.”

He furrowed his brows. “H-How could you be happy here? Stuck on this planet… with me?”

I chuckled softly, cupping his face in my hands. “Anywhere that I’m stuck with you is a blessing, my prince.”

“Don’t say things like that, darling… not if you don’t mean them.”

“I mean them, Loki. I mean every word. I… I love you, Loki.”

His eyes widened as he searched my face, trying to find a hint of a lie in my features. When he found none he pressed his lips against mine, cautiously slipping his tongue inside my mouth.

“I want so badly to take you right here, my darling,” he murmured against my lips. “But I’m afraid I shall have to wait. A queen like you deserves to be bedded properly.”

My cheeks flushed as he cupped my face. Suddenly a light flashed around us and we were sent hurtling through space once again, returning to Asgard as the tent disintegrated around us. Heimdal and Odin stared down at us, a smile on both of their faces, confusing me deeply.

“I see you’ve finally found someone who can pull you back from your personal torment,” Odin said to Loki.

“The torment you put him through,” I hissed. Odin moved forward and I stood up, moving in front of Loki, staring Odin down as Loki stood behind me.

“I always feared that perhaps we would regret having taken you in.” He glanced between Loki and I. “It would appear today is not that day.”

My brows furrowed as he continued. “One more mishap and there will be no more second chances, Loki,” Odin hissed. “I’m choosing to believe that perhaps there are some redeeming qualities in you yet. Perhaps if Y/n can find the good in you… perhaps you can find it in yourself as well.”

Loki wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his head on my shoulder.

Perhaps all would be alright.

[notthesomefather]

Notes on Hlin

My faith group and I have been researching the handmaidens. We’re doing a ritual in Hlin’s honor soon, but since we know so little about her from the lore I compiled everything I could find to help give me context.

Everyman Edda Snorri Sturluson, translated by Anthony Faulkes pages 30, 55, 157

Hlin: she is given the function of protecting people whom Frigg wishes to save from danger.

Hlin’s second sorrow comes to pass as Odin goes to fight the wolf…there shall fall Frigg’s delight.

Myths of the Norsemen Helene A. Guerber page 52

Hlin, Frigga’s attendant, was the goddess of consolation, sent out to kiss away the tears of mourners and pour balm into hearts wrung by grief.

She also listened with ever-open ears to the prayers of mortals, carrying them to her mistress, and advising her at times how best to answer them and give the desired relief.

Essential Asatru Diana L. Paxson page 84

Hlin defends us. She is the one who protects those Frigg wants to save and the refuge of those who are in danger.

Where Syn’s protection is defensive, that of Hlin is more active. She fights for her favorites and spirits them out of danger.

She protects against those who would take advantage of vulnerability.

Her token is the blade or shield.

Our Troth, Volume 2: Heathen Gods Ben Waggoner pages 218-219

Hlin is set to protect those humans whom Frigg will save from certain dangers; for that reason there is a saying that whoever saves himself finds a refuge “hleinir.”

Many scholars have assumed that Hlin is another name for Frigg, and some translations of Voluspa have simply replaced Hlin’s name with Frigg’s name in this verse. This doesn’t seem necessary: the verse makes perfect sense if Hlin is a goddess whom Frigg charges with protecting her loved ones. Hlin and Frigg would both grieve: both were unable to protect Frigg’s beloved son Balder, and both will be unable to help Odin when Ragnarok comes.

Hlin is the defender who provides personal protection and saves the hunted from danger; she is the refuge of the fugitive.

She is the passionate fury of the mother defending her cubs.

[noshitbarnes]

World's Apart: Chapter 2

Pairing: Loki x Goddess!OFC, Steve x Goddess!OFC

Summary: Alina, the Goddess of healing, was cast out of Asgard by Odin, but has recently returned home under secrecy. Just when she believes her secret is safe, she's summoned to help heal Thor, who has grown ill since taking the thrown. Suddenly, Alina is forced to be around Loki while trying to help heal his brother. Will she be able to live in the castle with Thor and Loki again or does her heart belong back on Midgard?

Warnings: angst, Loki being a tease

Word Count: 3,092

Notes: From now on Alina will be referred to by her Goddess name, Eir, since she's not in hiding anymore! I hope you guys like this chapter, let me know!

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“So you’re not dead then?” Loki said flatly.

Eir takes a deep breath and looks into his ocean blue eyes that are now narrowed at her, “No, I’m not.”

There was an awkward silence while Loki continues to stare at her intensely, he then walks over to the window, turning his back. After a moment Heimdall broke the silence, “How about we let Thor rest?”

She glances at Heimdall and then to Thor, “Yes, of course.” She glances at the ground running a hand through her hair before making her way toward the door, “Um,” she turns around to look at Loki, who was still facing the window, she sighs and turns to the head lady in the room, “if there is any change in Thor's condition, please come and get me? Even if it’s the slightest.” the woman smiles and nods.

Eir turns to leave and begins walking down the long hallway, in no rush, she decides to admire the beauty of the castle, missing her former home. She missed the peacefulness of it, a simpler time. Smiling to herself, she could almost see her young self running around the courtyard with Sif, when life hadn't hurt either of them yet, she even missed swapping books with Loki, sparring with Thor, and learning magic from Frigga. She stops at the terrace that overlooked the garden, walks outside, and decides to watch the sunset for a while before heading back to the village that she called home now.

Frigga. The queen taught Eir the basics of magic and truly made her the healer she was today, she missed her dearly. Eir always knew how to do healing spells, she was taught by her own mother, but Frigga expanded her knowledge of magic and made it fun. Frigga taught her how to do illusions, protection spells, and how to defend herself if ever the time came, which looking back it's almost as if the queen knew she would need it one day. She was amazing, so brilliant, and so kind. Honestly, she was more of a mother to Eir than her own. Her own mother was rarely around, she never knew the true story, but one day Eir ended up living in noble housing and becoming Frigga’s handmaiden. Not knowing why her mother left had always been a shadow over her life, but sometimes knowing the truth can make things worse, all Eir knew was that once she started living in the castle, her life got so much better.

Eir was still a young lady when she first began to live within the palace. Frigga was so welcoming, her whole family truly was, they treated her as if she was no different. Odin had his flaws, he wasn’t exactly a great father-like figure to have around. He never treated her as a daughter, only as a warrior, which was fine since Eir wasn’t his daughter anyway. Allfather had too high of expectations for her once he discovered her gifts, which is why he punished her so greatly once he discovered her betrayal. Thor and Sif were, quiet frankly, Eir's biggest fans and her best friends. They both helped train her for battle, to which she became quiet well-versed with a sword and bow staff. Loki on the other hand, was a puzzling one for her to figure out. It seemed that Eir was one of the few he would talk to, when they did speak, it was either about books or he would just flirt. Not that Eir minded the flirting, at least she didn't think she did at the time, but sometimes he took it too far; either he got too close, would touch her cheek, or get too suggestive, and she would always have to remind him of who she was and what she could do. Which would just spur him on even more.

Eir sighs as she looks out onto the city once more, wishing she could've had more time with Frigga, could’ve been a better student, a better woman. She felt so guilty for letting the queen down and being cast out. Frigga never said she blamed her for what happened, she even tried to help when things started to go side ways, but even she couldn't say the boy. Yet somehow, even that wasn't enough to calm Odin and his all-powerful rage. Even as Allfather was stripping Eir of her status, Frigga stood beside him and wept.

“Eir?”

Eir is pulled out of her thoughts when she hears her name, from a voice she hasn't heard in so long, she turns and sees Sif. She smiles, having not been so happy to see another in so many years. Sif is wearing her red and silver Asgardian robe, looking dazed and confused, even without her armor and sword, she looks like she could strike anyone down in a second. Eir smiles and walks over to her as she grabs the Goddesses forearm, “I-I thought you were dead!” Eir returns her shake, not sure what to say, Sif looks to her with somber eyes, “You just disappeared one day. I have missed you.”

Eir sighs and looks back out at the sunset, “I'm truly sorry. I have missed you as well, Lady Sif.”

Sif lets go of Eir's arm, “Are you here about Thor?”

“Yes, I actually just left him. I treated him with a healing spell of my own making. Hopefully, that will be enough," she pauses and looks back in the direction of Thor’s room, “I’m not sure what's wrong with him.”

It was quiet a while and then Sif raises an eyebrow, “Loki was trying to heal Thor on his own, with no success. Have you spoken with him?”

Eir sighs in aggravation, “Yes, well I think I offended him when I said his spell may not have been enough.” She walks back out on to the terrace and leans her elbows on the railing, “He had little else to say. Just shocked I’m alive, much like you.”

She follows her out, “I see,” she walks over and stands next to her, “would you mind telling me why you left? It’s been at least 200 years.”

Eir sighs and stands up, “Look,” she glances around to see if anyone is listening, “I made a terrible mistake and it cost someone their life, so Allfather gave me a choice; either be locked away forever or be cast out, never to return. I chose to be cast out.” She shakes her head, “I thought if I was cast out, I could become a better Goddess, and possibly prove myself worthy to be here.” Furrowing her brows she continues, “He chose to send me to Midgard, hoping I would be able to help them with my gifts, which is where I have been. But,” she leans her hip against the railing and stares out at the city, “with my powers, I hear the Asgardians that are in pain. All of them. I hear their cries for help and I feel their agony. It was too much for me, so I silently came back," she chuckles a bit holding back tears, “or at least I thought I did. Nothing gets past Heimdall.”

There was a long pause when Sif says, “Allfather told us you had died.”

Of course he did, it was less embarrassing, for everyone, “He did that to protect me.” Eir hated lying, plus she's never been good at it, never wanted to be good at it. “You need to get better at lying, darling.”

Eir freezes. Even after all these years away, his voice still gave her chills, still caused her hear to skips a beat. She turns to the entryway of the terrace and finds Loki leaning with his back against a gold column, his arms folded across his chest, and smirking. Silently Eir hated after all this time, after everything, her heart still ached for him.

Loki tilts his head slightly, “You haven’t gotten any better at it in the 200 years you’ve been gone.”

Eir glares at him, “How long have you been there?”

He uncrosses his arms and moves away from the column, closer to where the women were standing, “Not long enough to be honest.” He looks Eir up and down, a little too slowly, and smiles.

Eir shifts slightly, feeling vulnerable under his gaze, “Can I help you with something or are you going to continue to stand there and leer?” She snaps not liking the feeling he was giving her.

He chuckles and smiles once more, “Now now, irritable are we?” He moves a bit closer, “I haven’t seen you in a while, darling. I missed the view.” He winks and smirks.

Eir rolls her eyes, despite her racing heart she was loving the attention, it had been a while since anyone had flirted with her. Well, correction, it’ had been a while since she'd allowed anyone to flirt with her. Suddenly Sif grabs ahold of her arm, “Loki, enough.” She pulls her away and the pair start walking toward the dining hall.

As they walked away, Loki laughs, “You’re no fun, Sif.”

The women ignore him and continue walking to the dining hall, “Alright, I hope you’re hungry, Eir, because you will be dinning with me! We are celebrating! The return of a Goddess!” Sif says grinning while almost skipping toward the dining hall.

Eir laughs, loving seeing her so happy, “What am I to tell everyone of my return?”

“The truth since you are a terrible liar.” She chuckles, “I guess that’s one thing Loki has above you.”

She rolls her eyes, “I don’t exactly think a talent at lying is a great thing.”

“I didn’t say it was a good talent.”

**********

Everyone at dinner wanted to talk to Eir, everyone, including nobles that wanted nothing to do with her before her "death." Then again, it’s not often a Goddess returns from the dead, but still, she was exhausted. She didn’t tell anyone that she was cast out, then again no one asked where she had been, which was mostly due to Sif telling everyone it "wasn't any of your business," which everyone seemed to accept. The other reason was that everyone was too busy drinking to even ask such specific questions. Eir on the other hand rarely drank, she knew what alcohol could do to even the most responsible of a person, so most of the time, she'd take care of the drunk.

“So where will you be staying, Eir?” Sif said giggling. She had been drinking throughout the evening and Eir had become her caretaker. After watching Sif throughout the evening, Eir didn't think she would be able to find her room on her own, so she was helping her back.

“I’m not staying here Sif, I’m going back to my home, in the village.” Eir says as she tries to hold the warrior steady.

Sif frowns and puts her arm around Eir's shoulders, “Really? But you’re taking care of Thor! What if he needs you?”

Eir chuckles at Sif protests, “Then they can come and get me, Heimdall knows where I am.” When the women reach Sif's room, Eir manages to open the door with the warrior still slung around her shoulders. She helps carry her inside, walks over to the bed, and helps Sif into it. She keeps giggling to herself, making Eir smile, "Alright, sleep well, Lady Sif."

“Thank you, Eir, for taking care of me, y-you always have.” Sif manages to slur out.   Eir laughs and pulls the covers over her, “Always my pleasure Lady Sif, just get some sleep and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Sif doesn’t respond, so Eir assumes she's already passed out. She looks around the room and, luckily, finds a small trash can. She retrieves it and places it at the bedside of her friend, just in case. Quietly shutting the door she smiles, this was one thing she never thought she would miss about her old home. Pursing her lips she decides she needed to check on Thor one last time before getting some sleep herself. As she walks down the hall to Thor’s room a voice stops her, “Thor’s condition hasn’t improved.”

She takes a deep breath, “Would you stop following me?” She turns around to glare at Loki who’s leaning against the wall nearby.

“I am not following you.” He snaps.

"Right cause you always linger by Sif's room late at night," she rolls her eyes and Loki scowls at her, “anyway, I think I should still check on him. He is why I’m here after-all.” She turns to walkaway.

“I’ll accompany you.”

Eir scrunches up her nose as he catches up and the pair walk in silence to Thor’s room. When they get there, Thor is the same, still unconscious, and he hasn’t moved. She sits on the bed next to him and checks him over. His eyes look a little less sunken in and he seems less pale, but she wished he would wake up.

Minutes pass in silence and Eir sighs as she gets up from the bed, “Maybe he’ll be conscious in the morning.” She says quietly to herself. She walks over to Loki, who is standing near the window with his arms crossed, watching Thor, almost scowling at him, but she knew he was worried too. She frowns and looks at the floor, “I don’t know what else to do right now, Loki.”

“We’ll just have to wait a bit longer, I suppose.” He eyes her for a moment and looks back at Thor, “Maybe you should stay here until Thor is well.”

She raises an eyebrow in suspicion, “Beg your pardon?”

He shrugs, “It would be easier to find you here than in that village of yours.” He uncrosses his arms and moves toward the door, “There is a vacant room near mine.”

Eir laughs to myself, “Of course there is.” She eyes him suspiciously.

“What?” He looks to her confused for a moment and then smirks, “I’m actually trying to be a gentlemen for once darling, you might want to take advantage of it.”

She shakes her head, “Fine, but only until Thor is well.”

“We’ll see about that.”

She crosses her arms, “I’m not staying, Loki. I won’t.” He ushers for her to leave Thor’s room and they start walking down the hall in the direction of the newly vacant room.

“Oh please,” Loki chuckles, “Thor isn’t going to allow you to leave once he's awake. Him, Sif, and you were best friends. Inseparable. He isn’t going to just give that up.” he pauses and raises an eyebrow at me, “Not again.” he pauses, “Plus, you know you miss it here. I can see it in your eyes.”

She hesitates but then responds, ”Is it that obvious?”

He nods, “The way you looked out on to the city the other night, you looked like you were reminiscing a bit. Plus, the way your face lights up when walking these halls, it’s actually adorable.”

“Adorable? I don’t know about that.” She looks at the passing walls feeling her cheeks go red.

“You don’t see your face the way I do, darling.”

She shakes her head and looks at the floor as she walks, “Um-uh, I guess not.” She pauses and takes a deep breath, “Regardless, I still can not stay here. Odin cast me out, Thor's not going to want me here if his father did not.” Loki scoffs and she scowls at him, “What?”

He rolls his eyes and comes to a stop, “I don’t know the cause of you being cast out, I honestly don’t care, but you know Thor better than me; even though Odin didn’t want you to be here, he will want you to stay.”

She rolls her eyes, “We'll have that fight when he awakens then.”

Loki looks at the floor and sighs, “So be it.” He points to the room the two were facing, “That is my room,” he then gestures to the one across the hall, “that one is vacant. If you want, it is yours. I won't force you to stay, it’s just an offer.” He moves to wall his room was on, so that he was now in front of her.

Eir nods, “Well, thank you. I know how difficult it is for you to be nice.” She wrinkles her nose a bit and smirks at him.

He chuckles and moves a step closer, “It’s not the easiest thing for me, but it’s not the worst.” She blushes as her heart starts to pick up it's pace.

Loki always knew exactly what to do to make Eir's heart race and he loved every second of it. Their relationship had always been, complicated, if words had to be put to it. They'd flirt, well Loki would flirt, and for the most part Eir would relish in it and the only reason he knew that was because he could read minds. Not that he did it often, but sometimes Eir was a difficult person to read, so he would just sneak a peak, and Loki loved her mind, if that was even possible, but he loved the way he made her feel more. He loved the way she blushed when their hands accidentally touched, if they walked too close together down the hall, or if he purposefully touched her cheek. After all these years, he didn't think she would still get nervous around him, but time apart makes the heart grow fonder he thought. If Loki had one anyway.

Loki chuckles, “Nervous, darling?”

Eir smiles, “Of course not.” Thinking to herself that she really needed to get better at lying.

“You’re face says differently,” he puts a hand on the wall behind her, blocking her from going in to the vacant room, “I've always loved that expression on you.”

She looks at his hand, the one in her way, and back to his face then bites her lip. If she didn’t care about cleaning up her reputation, she would let him have his way with her right now because that's what she really wanted, “I need to get some rest, Loki,” she reaches for his arm, “do you mind moving so I can do so?”

He smirks and pulls his hand away, “Alright, darling. We can pick up where we left off another night then,” he steps back and smiles sweetly, “goodnight.”

She glares at him and walks toward her new room, “Goodnight, Loki.”

**********

I have no idea if these tags work lol but these are the people that wanted to be tagged last time I wrote for this story:

@t-w-hiddlestoner @lasimo74allmyworld @deputy-orange-juice @mandyfric18-blog @unicorniorosacomefrutillas @princeofsassgard @happy-kisscs @whatisanniedoin

[fidelitygoddess]

𝐀𝐧 𝐈𝐧-𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐲𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬... - PART 1

(Pre-Thor to Thor: The Dark World)

This post will cover important key moments for Sigyn in her Marvel verses and go into-depth on the verses. Just think of it as a little more added information than what my brief summaries for the verses give her. And as always, these things can be flexible and adaptable to fit with writing partners. This is just for the people who love the extra added details like me :)

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 - Marvel/MCU Verse (with Young!Sigyn)

PRE-THOR----

This explores Sigyn's childhood, with her parents working as diplomats for the Royal Asgardian Family, and growing up alongside Thor, Loki and Sif.

After an incident where she almost accidentally burns down her home, her parents realize she has magical abilities and asks Queen Frigga to teach her how to control it.

She grows up with stories of brave heroic warriors who defeat and slay monsters. At first Sigyn believes the stories and is afraid of monsters, but when she becomes a teenager, she starts to question if the monsters are really monsters or just misunderstood or if it depends on whose telling the story.

She thinks of Loki as her best friend, but is also close with Thor and especially Sif since she is the only other female in their friendship circle.

She is usually either with Loki studying magic, reading, playing in nature or with animals, or even more so, trying to keep Thor out of trouble.

She also gets along well with the Warriors Three.

When she becomes a teenager she starts to develop a crush on Loki.

She knows Sif has a crush on Thor and Sif knows Sigyn has one on Loki. They help each other and talk to each other about it. And of course Sigyn is crushed when she finds out Sif has a one-night stand with Loki, but when Sif explains herself and what happened, Sigyn eventually forgives her friend.

Sigyn's mother, Helga, would teach her Floriography and the uses of herbs with healing, sparking her desire to become a healer early on.

Growing up, Sigyn was often the heart and voice of reason, acting like the perfect child. However, she could be rebellious and mischievous at times.

𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲 - Marvel/MCU Verse #1

PRE-THOR----

As an adult, Sigyn works as one of Queen Frigga's handmaidens while studying to become a Healer.

She has become proficient in using magic. However, besides using magic, Sigyn wants to learn basic combat too. Sif helps teach her.

At this point Sigyn has realized she has fallen in love with Loki, and once working up the courage, she confesses her feelings.

They eventually end up marrying each other, and with this, Sigyn becomes Princess of Asgard.

Sigyn learns how to adapt to her new responsibilities as Princess of Asgard, and because she is now a Princess, Queen Frigga dismisses her saying she no longer needs to be a handmaiden.

After all the hard work, Sigyn finally becomes a Healer.

THOR 1---

Sigyn is present for Thor's coronation. She knows of Loki's concerns about his brother not being ready yet with taking on the title as King and shares it, but there is nothing else they can do except trust in Odin's judgement and continue to keep an eye on Thor.

After the intrusion by the Frost Giant's, Sigyn disagrees with her brother-in-law who says they should attack Jotunheim back, even when he tries to convince her otherwise. Sigyn, however, knows she can't stop Thor, nor will she let him endanger the others, so being the only one adapt in healing, decides to join Thor, Loki, Sif and the Warriors Three to Jotunheim.

However, she does warn one of the guards, along with Loki, about them leaving.

Sigyn chooses to follow diplomatic matters and greets King Laufey with warmth, trying to use what she knows from her parents and how they treat diplomatic matters. It seems things are going well since he allows them to leave peacefully. Loki persuades his brother to accept the offer, however...

Thor reacts brashly to a Frost Giant's taunts and it all goes to shit with them battling. When Fandral gets hurt, Sigyn runs to his side, trying to heal him while the others help protect her.

Odin arrives and thankfully intervenes. However, it's too late. War has begun with Jotunheim again. They are returned back home to Asgard.

For the first time in her life, Sigyn is mad at Thor for what has happened. However, it quickly changes when Odin takes it even further, banishing Thor from Asgard and stripping him of his powers. The sight alone makes Sigyn run cold with fear. This is also the first time she has ever seen the truth wrath of King Odin.

Sigyn speaks with her parents about what happened since they come to her concerned. At this moment Loki goes to speak with Odin, confronting him for hiding his true heritage as a Frost Giant.

When Sigyn finds out that Odin is in the Odinsleep and Frigga has made Loki temporary King, she can tell there is something bothering Loki. Something he isn't telling her. She asks him about it, but he brushes her off.

Sigyn is quick to defend Loki when Sif and the Warriors Three come to her thinking that Loki was conspiring for the throne, leading to Thor's banishment. She knows Loki cares about his family and wouldn't do such a thing.

She notices Loki distancing himself from her, only making her worry and asks Frigga what Loki is not telling her. Loki had his mother promise not to tell her, but Frigga tells her the truth about his heritage as a Frost Giant.

Now Sigyn understands it all as to why he suddenly started acting distant. She is surprised to learn of it, but it doesn't change how she feels about Loki. She only worries about him, knowing he isn't handling it well and wants to let him know she loves him regardless if he is a Frost Giant or Asgardian.

However, Asgard is under attack once more by the Frost Giants. Laufey comes to kill Odin, but Loki saves him with Frigga and Sigyn witnessing it. Sigyn tries to tell Loki she knows the truth about who he is now, but the moment is interrupted by Thor's return, who is angry at Loki.

Of course it ends up with the brothers getting in the middle of a fight. Sigyn tries to stop it, but to no avail.

She runs off after them. The bridge shatters with Thor and Loki starting to fall, but luckily, Odin awakes in time to save them. However...Loki lets go. When she questions what happened to Loki, Thor and Odin sadly tell her.

This is the first time Sigyn has been strucken with grief over the loss of Loki...and it won't be the last.

Sigyn mourns the loss of Loki with Thor, Odin and Frigga. During this time, Thor also tells her about what happened to him on Earth and about Jane Foster. She comments on how her brother-in-law has changed and matured and while she is sorry he is separated from the Midgardians, she is happy he is back home safe and sound, especially now.

She starts to spend more time with her brother-in-law, Sif and the Warriors Three, not sure exactly where to go from here.

THE AVENGERS/THOR: THE DARK WORLD---

Sigyn finds out from Queen Frigga that Loki is alive on Midgard and that Thor has been sent to bring him back home. It is the first ray of hope she experiences since mourning. Her parents even note on her sudden difference in becoming cheerful again.

But yet, things won't be the same since Loki returns home as a prisoner and criminal for the crimes he committed on New York City.

Sigyn is present in the throne room when she sees Loki arrive in shackles. She is overjoyed to see him alive again, but shocked by what he has done, wondering if there is something more to this. The Loki she knows wouldn't do the things he's done.

When Odin snaps at Loki, telling him "your birthright was to die", Thor has to literally hold Sigyn back and tell her not to interfere or things could turn out far worse for Loki, and for her (since he knows from personal experience.)

Sigyn settles down, but remains furious with Odin for how he has treated Loki, even when he goes so far as to sentence Loki a life-sentence in prison and refuses to let Frigga or Sigyn ever see Loki again.

Sure, Sigyn is known for following the rules, but you can bet she isn't accepting this bullshit. This is one of the few and rare moments where she will break the rules.

She goes to visit Frigga, hoping she can persuade Odin to at least let them visit Loki. Frigga says she can't, but also tells Sigyn that what Odin doesn't know won't hurt him. They both work up a plan to visit Loki in their own way. Frigga has already started ordering the guards to bring books and comfort to Loki's cell. While Frigga uses illusions to visit her son, Sigyn wants to be there physically.

With the help of her magic, she sneaks down to the Dungeons to visit Loki, making sure to watch out for guards and using certain spells so she is only visible to and can be heard by Loki. She knows the risk she is taking, but she doesn't agree with Odin's ruling and refuses to leave Loki alone, even when he tries to tell her she shouldn't be doing this.

During the times when she goes down to the Dungeons to visit Loki, she tries to ask him about what happened in New York and open up to her. Eventually he does and he tells her about Thanos. Sigyn also spends the time telling Loki that Frigga told her about his true origins as a Frost Giant and that it doesn't change how she feels about him. She loves Loki because he is Loki, not because he is a Prince of Asgard or Jotunheim. Sigyn also informs Loki of some things happening outside the Dungeons.

When she isn't spending her time sneaking down to the Dungeons to speak with Loki, Sigyn is usually with Thor, Frigga, her parents or the Warriors Three. She tends to avoid Odin if she can because she doesn't think she can hold herself back from snapping at the King of Asgard.

When Thor, Sif and the Warriors Three go away to Vanaheim to stop the Marauders, Sigyn arrives after the battle as a healer to help anyone who needs healing.

Sigyn meets Jane Foster alongside Frigga when Thor brings her to Asgard. She can tell Sif isn't happy about it, but warmly welcomes the human. All she wants is for her brother-in-law to be happy.

She helps Eir as they discover the Aether is one with Jane, and keeps quietly glaring at Odin. They work on trying to find a way to remove it from Jane without killing her. She spends this time getting to know her alongside Frigga.

A riot has broken out in the prisons. Thor asks for her to keep an eye on Jane with Frigga. However, Frigga has expected this diversion and instructs the girls to follow her orders, already having a plan in place.

Sigyn, already knowing what she is up to, having practiced such procedures when she was one of Frigga's Handmaidens, attempts to act as a servant once again while Frigga makes a holographic replica of Jane. Sigyn places a protective barrier around Jane who is hiding. When Malekith enters the room, Sigyn arrives at Frigga's side and tries to help her stop Malekith. Frigga is nearly successful in besting him, but Kurse intervenes, grabbing Frigga and demanding she tell him where Jane and the Aether are. When she refuses, all Sigyn can do is watch helplessly as Frigga is wounded, but Thor has also witnessed it too, sending a bolt of lightning towards Malekith as the Dark Elves flee.

Sigyn then quickly grabs Frigga and tries to use healing spells on her, sobbing and shouting with panic, begging her to stay awake. But she is unable to help. The wounds are too deep and she isn't healing fast enough to counteract it. Frigga ends up dying in her arms with Thor and Odin sobbing alongside Sigyn.

She is a wreck knowing she couldn't save her Queen or Mother-in-laws life and it is the first incident that starts making her doubt about her calling as a Healer.

The funeral is held and Sigyn isn't sure what to tell Loki. All she knows is that it will leave him heartbroken too. She ends up sending a guard to tell him before planning to sneak down to the Dungeons to visit him again after the funeral.

However, Thor stops her, knowing exactly what she is up to and asks her to accompany him to see Loki, coming up with a plan to avenge Frigga, but also save Jane since Odin refuses to do so.

This is the first time Sigyn absolutely agrees with Thor's plans without hesitation and joins him.

They help free Loki from his cell and in act their plan. With help from Sif, Fandral, and Volstagg, they hijack a downed Dark Elf ship and make their way out of Asgard and to a hidden portal that teleports them to Svartalfheim. Sigyn notes on how the Aether is starting to drain the life from Jane and they need to hurry. She can't do much else to help her.

When Loki and Thor start fighting, with it seeming as if Loki is betraying Thor, Sigyn can tell it is one of their tricks. After all, she knows what it is like when they are really fighting each other having grown up around them. So she goes along with the act, but it is all revealed to be a ruse.

Just when it seems they might be getting somewhere, however, Loki ends up injured. Sigyn rushes over to help heal her husband, telling him he will be okay, but clearly struggles with healing him, having it be a reminder of how she couldn't save Frigga. At this point Sigyn is starting to think her magic is failing her. She can't save the ones she loves. Loki appears to die.

Sigyn ends up following Thor and Jane to Earth, making this Sigyn's first time visiting Midgard in a long time since she was a little girl centuries ago. She helps to defeat Malekith, knowing it is also what Loki would want.

After their victory, Sigyn returns back to Svartalfheim, searching for Loki's body, but is unable to find it. This leads her to wonder if somehow he was still alive. She should already expect tricks from Loki at this point. She doesn't know whether to feel angry or sad or both if she knew he was still alive and had tricked her like that.

Sigyn and Thor return back to Asgard and greet "Odin", who congratulates them on their victory. However, Thor shocks them both when he reveals he is not ready to bear the weight of the throne and be king. Instead, he has plans to return back to Earth and be with Jane.

When "Odin" asks Sigyn if she has plans of her own as well, she pauses, pondering over his question with deep thought. She replies with tears in her eyes, saying that as a Healer she wasn't able to save the ones she loves. She wasn't able to save Frigga or Loki. And she is now not clear on what her purpose or calling is in life...but she would like to go out there and find it. For the first time in her life, Sigyn chooses to leave Asgard, wanting to go to Earth with Thor and find her purpose so she can eventually return back to Asgard and be a better and stronger Princess for their people.

"Odin" is shocked, but does not stop Thor or Sigyn.

to be continued in PART 2...

[sonofcoulson]

Tales of Asgard

Season 2

Some time has passed. They are young adults now.

Balder is much less part of the group now. He still counsels and trains Thor and has taken Algrim's role as advisor to Odin. We see his romance with Nanna blossom over the next few episodes.

Episode 1

Langobards

A tale from Frigga about the "bearded women" (Langobards).

The story is in the above article under attestations.

A group of Winniles, settled in a new country some years past, were given a demand by the Vandals of tribute or battle.

The matriarch of the Winniles, Gambara, thought they should not weigh down their new nation with years of tributes. They had to fight to be free. Though they were brave and skilled, they were fewer than the Vandals.

The Vandals asked Odin for favour in battle. Odin merely stated;

"Those that first catch my eye at sunrise, shall be granted victory."

Gambara sought the help of Frigga who advised;

Come from the East at dawn, bring your long haired women with you. Let their hair down, arranged around the face like a beard"

Frigga made sure to turn the bed around and rolled Odin over to face the east. On waking he couldn't help but notice these pretty bearded folk, saying;

"Who are these longbeards?"

Frigga replied;

"As these Longbeards, as you named them, have caught your eye first, you must give them the promised victory."

The thematic link here is winning with your brain, which of course Thor does not heed. Also a variation on bearded ladies.

Then...

Thor has lost Mjölnir to an unnamed thief (implied to be Loki, but without Thor realising). Thor is at once livid and distraught. Loki becomes a bird (claiming it is the one thing Odin taught him) and "discovers" an Utgard giant (Thrym) has it and wants Sif's hand in marriage as ransom. Sif, of course, flatly refuses so Thor has to pretend to be Sif (in the norse legend this is Freya, but Sif is again swapped in to keep things simple). Loki changes gender (does he look like Sylvie? Because that would bring an extra level of weird to Loki's TV series) to be handmaiden to Thor's heavily veiled "Sif". Handmaiden Loki helps "Sif" to get through the wedding dinner (including excusing "Sif's" extraordinary appetite). Mjölnir is eventually revealed and Thor takes his revenge. At the end, Loki reveals to Sigyn that he secretly got paid for both jobs.

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Frigg’s Handmaidens Pt 1/4

Pt 2

Pt 3

Pt 4

I decided I’ll be splitting up my interpretations for Frigg’s handmaiden up into 4 post(three designs per post) + some head-canons I have for each of the goddesses.

Brief mythology lesson: The 12 handmaidens of Frigg are minor Asynjur (goddesses) in Norse mythology. Sometimes there are only 11 but I’m including Saga in this series. There was some info so I based my headcanons and designs off the info I was able to find plus just some my own personal/universal fan headcanons as well. This post will contain my interpretations of Sjofn , Gefjon, and Lofn.

General headcanons :

-Sjofn,Gefjon,and Lofn are all sisters and daughters of Freyja(since they all goddesses of forms of love/relationships) and the sons of Ivaldi

-This makes all three of them actually Vanir

-That being said they are also the nieces of Sigyn and Idunn

-Sjofn is the eldest, Gefjon is the middle child, and Lofn is the youngest

-They also have two younger half sisters Hnoss and Gersemi

Sjofn (Godess of Romance, Affection and Love)

General info: Sjofn is like a Norse Cupid she pushes people to meet and fall in love. Eventually joining them in marriage. She one Frigga’s handmaidens in Gylfaginning and is described as being the one who “directs people’s mind to love both men and women”

Personal headcanons:

-Sjofn main color is dark blue since in some cases it can be associated with love

-I made her look the most like Freyja since thier both associated with Love

-I also headcanon Sjofn as asexual-panromantic since she more associated with the idea of Romantic relationships then sexual ones and probably would have no preference when it comes to a romantic relationship

-Sjofn has had a few romances but she doesn’t disclose much information about them to others

-Sjofn is deeply protective of those she cares about especially her sisters,family,and Frigg and Fulla

-She was the second handmaiden to find out about Frigg’s and Fulla relationship

Gefjon (Goddess of Unmarried Women)

General info: Gefjon or Gefjun is associated with being a virgin goddess and those who die virgins become her handmaidens. One common myth she is in is from both Gylfaginning and Heimskringla . The myth goes that she disguised herself as a wanderer and gifted King Gylfi some oxen which were actually her sons she had with a giant. Which ended plowing the land so deep it became the Lake Malaren (also known as Logrinn). In Heimskringla she is also said to have married one of Odin’s sons, Skjold. In Snorri, she is accused of being the one the slept with all the gods instead of Freyja. She popularized in both Denmark and Sweden.

Headcanons:

-My interpretation of Gefjon is based off a traditional groom and she wears many wedding rings on her fingers

-The rings being symbolic of the relationship she has with her handmaidens

-I headcanon her as Sapphic and Polyamorous since while she has had relationships with men she’s mainly attracted to women and is in a relationship with several of her handmaidens

-Gefjon visit her oxen sons sometimes and does care for them despite the fact she gave them away

-Gefjon is close friends with Loki and Skjold

-Gefjon doesn’t really get along with her mother or her sisters expect Lofn

Lofn(Goddess of Forrbidden Love)

General information: Lofn is the goddess of Forbidden Love. According to Snorri her kenning are “the comforter” and “loving”. Lofn is credited as the arranger of marriages even if they are forbidden. She often described as a gentler goddess.

Headcanons:

-Lofn looks the least like her mother and sisters

-She’s loosely based off a squirrel

-Her color palette is pink since she is a love associated goddess but her pupil is a broken heart due to her being the goddess of Forbidden Love

-Lofn powers allow her to detect forbidden love and she was the first to find out about Fulla and Frigg’s relationship.

-Lofn is more the quieter one of the goddesses and doesn’t speak much

-She comforts those whose relationships have failed or ended in tragedy

-I headcanon Lofn as being Bi-Demiromantic mainly after seeing so many relationships that are forbidden end in possible tragedy she not ready to rush into a relationship just yet till she become close with someone and feels as if she can form a relationship with them romantically

-Lofn is closest with her Aunt Idunn and her sister Sjofn

[starwrittenfates]

❝ I've known your title for a very long time. I couldn't give it to you before; it wouldn't have made sense. But it will today and every day after. You've stood by Loki all these years for better or for worse. Now you'll stay by him in this cave, locked inside for good. Everything you did will be rewritten. You'll be forgotten. When people speak the name Sigyn, it will be this and this alone that they remember. Loki's wife, the woman who stood by the enemy of the realms and bore his pain. Sigyn, Goddess of Fidelity. See what good those loyalties do you now.❞

↳ 𝙿𝙾𝚃𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙰𝙻 𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿𝚂 — Sigyn/Loki, Sigyn/Angrboda, Sigyn/OC

↳ 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 — Any Norse Myth, Marvel, Supernatural & God of War muses and OCs

↳ NOTE: My Sigyn has multiple verses and does NOT follow the Marvel Comics. Instead, she is my own creation based off the MCU, with influences from Norse Mythology & Headcanons.

THREADS || NAVIGATION || STUDY || SIGYN GOW ||

BASICS.

FULL NAME: Sigyn ᛋᛁᚷᛃᚾ

NAME MEANING: Friend of Victory, Victory Woman

NICKNAMES/TITLES: Siggy, Sig, Goddess of Loyalty, Goddess of Compassion, Goddess of Victory, Incantation-Fetter, North Star, Wife of Loki, Victory Woman, Lady of the Staying Power, etc.

AGE + DOB: March 21st

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Female - She/Her

ORIENTATION: Pansexual Panromantic

SPECIES: Asgardian

OCCUPATION: Warrior, Healer, Sorceress, Handmaiden of Frigga, Princess of Asgard (Verse Dependent)

APPEARANCE.

FACECLAIM: Keira Knightley, Katheryn Winnick & Elle Fanning

HAIR COLOR: Varies ; Blonde/Brown

EYE COLOR: Varies ; Blue/Brown

SCARS: Burn marks on her hands from holding the bowl of snake venom

OTHER REMARKABLE FEATURES:

BACKGROUND.

BIRTHPLACE: Asgard

CURRENT HOME: Verse Dependent

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Asgardian

LANGUAGES: All-Speak

PARENTS: Halvor Ivarrson (Father), Helga Bjornsdottir (Mother)

SIBLINGS: Verse Dependent; Byleistr and Helblindi (Brother-in-Laws, Myth), Thor (Brother-in-Law, Marvel)

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Loki (Verse Dependent)

CHILDREN: Vali & Narfi/Narvi (By Loki), Fenrir, Jormungandr, Hel & Sleipnir (Adoptive Children by Loki)

OTHER FAMILY MEMBERS: Verse Dependent; Frigga (Mother-in-Law, Marvel), Odin (Father-In-Law, Marvel), Laufey and Fárbauti (Mother & Father-in -law, Marvel & Myth)

NOTABLE RELATIONSHIPS: TBA

PSYCHOLOGY/MIND.

MYERS-BRIGGS: ENFP - The Campaigner

ENNEAGRAM TYPE: Type 9 - The Peacemaker

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good

CHARACTER TRAITS: Compassionate, Loyal, Gentle, Honest, Stubborn, Mischeivious, Rebellious

LIKES: Her Loved Ones, Reading, Dancing, Adventures, Gardening

DISLIKES: Injustice, Anyone hurting Loki or her Family

ZODIAC: Aries

FEARS & PHOBIAS: Abandonment, Losing Control of her Powers, Losing her Loved Ones, Not Being Good Enough

WISHES & DREAMS: To become a powerful magic user and healer, to not be forgotten, to be happy with her loved ones

CHARACTER TROPES: All Girls Want Bad Boys, Hair of Gold Heart of Gold, Honor Before Reason, Love Martry, Magic Music, Meaningful Name, Proper Lady, Undying Loyalty, Second Love, Names to Run Away from Really Fast, Action Girl, Determinator, Happily Married, Mama Bear, 

SKILLS & ABILITIES.

Asgardian Physiology

Superhuman Strength

Superhuman Durability

Superhuman Speed

Superhuman Agility

Superhuman Reflexes

Regenerative Healing Factor

Longevity

Magic

Healing

Spell Casting

Portal Creation

Dimensional Travel

Astral Projection

Teleportation

PERSONALITY.

In Norse mythology, Sigyn is an ásynja goddess, her parents are unknown, but it is generally believed that her ancestry is the Aesir. She is the goddess of Loyalty, Faithfulness & Compassion.

Due to the fragmentary nature of the primary sources for Norse mythology, only one scrap of lore regarding Sigyn survives that gives any indication of her personality and mythological roles, the tale of Loki’s punishment for killing Baldr. In that tale, when the Gods captured Loki, they turned one of his sons, Vali, into a wolf. The wolf then ripped apart his brother Narfi. The boy’s entrails hardened into an iron chain, and the Gods used this grotesque fetter to bind Loki in a cave deep beneath the earth. The Gods also placed a snake above Loki that would drip venom onto his head.

Like a model of a traditional and dutiful wife, Sigyn sat by Loki’s side with a bowl to catch the drops of snake venom so that they wouldn’t touch her husband’s head. Every so often, however, she would have to leave the cave to pour out the bowl. In her absence, a few drops of poisonous venom would fall onto Loki’s forehead. This caused him to writhe in agony, which in turn caused earthquakes on the surface of Midgard, the world of humans.

Sigyn’s story is also one of victory; victory over wrenching circumstances, pain, loss, despair, and anguish. She chooses to endure, and by doing so, she triumphs. As Fuensanta Arismendi, an ardent Sigyn’s woman once said, “Sigyn’s strength is in her heart. Her heart is invincible.”

BIOGRAPHY -- NORSE MYTHOLOGY.

Once a mortal human woman born of mortal human parents, she ends up pledging herself in service to Odin, becoming one of his many Valkyrie known as Sigyn (Victory Woman.) For centuries, Sigyn helps lead warriors killed in battle find their way to Valhalla, living up to her name, but it all changes when she ends up coming across and finding herself drawn to the Trickster, Loki – Odin’s friend. Spending her time getting to know him and appreciating his sense of humor – which is usually misunderstood by the other gods, the warrior maiden finds herself starting to fall for him.

However, a Valkyrie is not allowed to marry or fall in love because it is usually used as a means of punishment for disobedient Valkyries, resulting in them losing their position. This doesn’t stop her, resulting with Sigyn becoming one of the Asynja (female members of the Aesir.). Eventually, Sigyn and Loki marry each other and have two sons from their marriage; Vali & Narfi. With the threat of Ragnarok approaching, Sigyn’s nightly visions only grow stronger, warning her with images not so clear of things to come. However, when Loki is punished by the Aesir for what happened with Baldr, Sigyn quietly weeps for her family who has to pay the price; Vali being turned into a wolf and forced to tear his brother, Narvi, torn to shreds as the God’s use his entrails to bind her husband to a rock for eternity. Despite not being punished by the Aesir herself, Sigyn chooses to bring a bowl along with her and remain by Loki’s side for eternity, shielding him from the venom dripping from the snake’s mouth, holding off Ragnarok just a little longer….

BIOGRAPHY -- MARVEL.

Born and raised in Asgard, Sigyn is the only child to her parents, Halvor & Helga, who work as diplomat’s for the royal family. Halvor’s father once worked alongside Odin’s father, Bor, as Captain of the Royal Guard (the Einherjer.) Halvor didn’t want to follow in his father’s footsteps, becoming a diplomat for the royal family.

Helga was a farmers daughter and would help supply food and materials for everyone in Asgard. Because of this, she would often meet Halvor, of which both instantly felt a connection with each other. After spending time getting to know one another, they fell in love and married. Helga learned how to become a diplomat beside Halvor, helping him work for the royal family.

Not long after, they had Sigyn. Helga would teach her daughter Floriography and the uses of herbs with healing, sparking her desire to become a healer early on. However, her parents soon noticed at a young age that Sigyn had magical abilities – especially to receive prophetic visions of the future, sometimes waking up at night from dreams. They told Queen Frigga about it and she soon became a young disciple, learning magic from her alongside Prince Loki and becoming a childhood friend of the Prince’s of Asgard and Lady Sif.

Growing up, Sigyn was often the heart and voice of reason, acting like the perfect child. However, she could be rebellious and mischievous at times. With a knack for adventures, nature, and doing the right thing, Sigyn is sure to be there whenever someone needs her – even if she has to risk her own life to protect Asgard and its people. She is no warrior, but don’t underestimate her strength: Compassion is not weakness. Having become a proficient magic user, Sigyn finds her mark, first working as one of Queen Frigga’s Handmaiden’s before finally becoming a healer.

She ends up realizing she has fallen in love with her childhood best friend, Loki, and with the blessing of their parents, they eventually end up marrying each other. Now a Princess of Asgard, things are about to change in Sigyn’s life. But for better or for worse, one thing will remain constant – her undying loyalty for her home and her husband.

BIOGRAPHY -- GOD OF WAR.

Sigyn is a member of the Aesir who was born in Asgard. Despite her and her parents low rank, she is good friends with Thrúd Thorsdottir. While her friend would like to become a Valkyrie, Sigyn wants to learn the art of healing and magic, but keeps it hidden, instead trying to keep up a charade of working to become a Valkyrie. She warmly welcomes Atreus/Loki into Asgard, tagging along beside him and Thrud. During Ragnarok, her parents were killed in the destruction of Asgard, leaving her an orphan. She ends up taken in by Sif, rescued with the other remaining Asgardians, before leaving to find her own destiny, working to become a Healer and learn magic alongside Atreus and Angrboda.

Since I'm still working on transferring things over, please look HERE for her verses.