#LDGP Main Timeline

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18. vacation

I think this is one of the most straight-forward responses to a prompt I've done in a while. Presenting the Royal Family of Asgard on their beach vacation.

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Sigyn held on to the wide brim of the straw hat she was wearing as the wind whipped around her. Nari rushed down the sand towards the water, only falling over once before scrambling to his feet to keep running.

“Don’t go too far out!” Sigyn called after him.

“Yes, mama!” Nari called back.

Sigyn walked back to the canopy and sat in the lounge chair she’d covered with an emerald towel that matched the one piece she was wearing. It was perfectly set to keep an eye on Nari and she felt herself relax for the first time in a long while.

“A holiday was a wonderful idea, my heart,” she said. “I can’t remember when I last spent time with Nari without a thousand things on my mind. And he is having such fun.”

Loki, who was lying face down on a block of ice of his own making which was about the size of a full bed, let out a muffled groan. Being physiologically primed for the frozen wastes of Jotunheim, the Caribbean heat was not quite something Loki found easy to enjoy. Sigyn reached into a divot in the ice where she’d place a few bottles of water and pulled a bottle out, handing it to her husband. He took it.

“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” he muttered.

“Oh, Loki, if I wanted to kill you, I’d put lead in your wine,” Sigyn said. “You’d choke and I wouldn’t have to hear your whining.”

He laughed softly, taking a drink.

“You remembered Nari’s sunscreen, yes?” Sigyn asked.

“He’s as pale as I am, and half-Jotun besides,” Loki said. “It’s his Vanir blood, honestly, that’s keeping him from feeling as miserable as I am.”

“You weren’t miserable last night,” Sigyn said with a wry smile.

“You filled the bathtub with ice and by the time we were done, half of it was water,” Loki said.

“Amongst other things,” Sigyn said.

“But Nari’s having fun,” Loki said. “And I think this is the first time I’ve seen you truly relaxed since Thor’s coronation day.”

Sigyn paused. “I… I suppose it’s been a bit stressful lately.”

“You told me you haven’t had a proper time away since you became king,” Loki said. “I’m not going to deny you a relaxing time simply because I’m melting like the witch in that damn movie Thrunna keeps putting on every time she gets control of the remote.”

Sigyn nodded. “Right…”

Loki looked over at her. “Something the matter, darling?”

“I just… you mentioned the coronation, I just…” She shook her head. “I don’t know. Something like nostalgia.”

Loki nodded. He reached over and took her hand in his.

“I stopped myself from telling you that day,” he said. “But I love you. And I will say that every day, so long as I draw breath.”

She smiled, squeezing his hand. Nari ran up to the two of them, carrying a bucket full of shells and seaweed.

“Mama! Papa! Look!”

The two turned their attentions to their son as Nari showed them the spoils of his shell hunt.

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dream

Let's have some soft comfort, shall we? Going off the ideas that dreams are windows into the lives of their variants in other universes.

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Loki woke first. Sigyn wasn’t thrashing in their bed, but she was turning, clearly distressed. Loki took a few whacks from her arm as he pulled her close and kissed her head.

“I’m right here,” he whispered. “I’m right here.”

Sigyn woke up with a gasp.

“Loki…” she breathed.

“It’s all right,” he said. “It was just a dream.”

“No,” she said. “No, our sons, Nari, Narvi—”

“Another world,” Loki said. “Another time. Nari is safe in his bed. His brother is just within reach.”

She turned to look at Loki.

“They tortured you,” she said. “I did what I could, but…”

“I know,” he said. “But we’re safe here.”

“Odin—”

“Is gone,” Loki said. “He cannot harm us further. Baldur has not returned. Týr is not a threat. Skaði is not a threat.”

“Sylvie—”

“Will come home,” Loki said. “Someday. She is loved here. She is safe here. Nari is safe here. You are king, and no one will ever harm our children again without the gravest consequences. You have made possibly the only world where our children are truly safe— pulled it away from Kang’s influence and carved it in the image of a world that we never could have had otherwise. There is no snake, no chains to bind me, no bowl to burden your arms. You are here, and I am here, and there is love here. We are safe, darling, and I love you.”

She nodded, tension releasing from her body as she sunk into his embrace. Loki kissed her forehead and caressed her skin.

“Perhaps when they dream, they dream of us,” Loki said. “And their burdens are lifted for a time.”

“Perhaps,” Sigyn said. “But then they wake up to that nightmare.”

“But you will break my chains, and they will have their vengeance, and death will ride with them,” Loki said.

Sigyn sighed. Loki could see her exhaustion in her face and tears in her eyes.

“Would you like a better dream to take you into the morning?” he asked.

She nodded, sniffing. He kissed her, and his green magic swirled around her as she slowly fell into one of the most pleasant dreams he could give her. He rested her head against his chest as she fell asleep, keeping her close. He could feel the warmth of her magic and the Bifrost slowly pulsing inside her as she dreamed of snowy mountains and warm blankets and her children and husband and brother and parents all alive and well and happy. Loki sunk into the mattress, willing himself back to sleep as well.

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🎵 57

57. "All Along the Watchtower" - Bob Dylan

"All along the watchtower Princes kept the view"

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Loki set up his telescope on the platform at the top of Asgard’s tallest tower. He placed the star charts on the parapet under a heavy paperweight. He looked out over Asgard. The lights of the city had yet to die out and there was still a hurry of people coming in and out of the palace as they readied the throne room and the banquet hall for the next day.

The sound of a door caught his attention and Thor stepped out onto the platform, surprised to see his brother there.

“I didn’t mean to intrude,” Thor said. “No one comes up here, I thought—”

“If you wish to be alone—”

“No, no,” Thor said. “I didn’t mean to intrude.”

Loki shook his head, turning back to his equipment.

“It’s not intruding,” he muttered, only just loud enough for Thor to hear.

Thor smiled and joined his brother.

“So…” Thor said. “Tomorrow.”

“I’m aware,” Loki said, not looking up.

“Do you have any requests of your new king?” Thor asked, almost joking.

“You are not king just yet, Brother,” Loki said.

Thor laughed. “I’m as good as. I must say, I was surprised when Father said he was abdicating.”

“He’s not young,” Loki said. “He’s just shy of 4200, he only has so much time left.”

“That’s not what I mean,” Thor said.

Loki glanced at his brother. Thor’s smile had faded, and his arms were crossed in front of him as he leaned on the parapet.

“Do you think I’m ready?” Thor asked.

Loki blinked. “What sort of question is that?”

“Certainly not one you have to evade,” Thor said. “Do you think I’m ready?”

Loki paused to think about what he should say.

“I don’t think anyone is ever ready,” he decided. “I think some are more ready than others. I wouldn’t be, were it me.”

“There is wisdom in that,” Thor said. “Not Father’s wisdom, but…”

“I wouldn’t say that Father’s wisdom has faltered,” Loki said.

“Not out loud, anyways,” Thor said.

“What did he say to you?” Loki asked. “When he told you he was abdicating?”

“What did he tell you?” Thor asked.

Loki shook his head. “I wasn’t told. Not until the official announcement.”

“Probably didn’t want another argument,” Thor said.

“I don’t argue with Father nearly enough to warrant that,” Loki said. “I merely discuss things with him.”

“He does an awful lot of yelling when you discuss things,” Thor said.

Loki scoffed. “You wouldn’t understand.

“I rarely understand you these days,” Thor said. “What happened that we grew apart like this?”

Loki shrugged. “We grew up. We’re very different people, Brother.”

“We’ve always been different people,” Thor said. “But time was, you would tell me everything.”

“I never told you everything,” Loki said. “Trust me.”

“You didn’t have to say it for me to know,” Thor said. “Now… now I don’t know.”

Loki didn’t respond to that, but he looked away.

“Even when I am king, I will still be your brother,” Thor said. “You can tell me anything.”

“You don’t want that,” Loki said. “You really don’t.”

Thor nodded. “Father always said we were both born to be kings. Perhaps your kingdom is out there.”

He gestured from the Astronomy equipment to the stars they were studying.

“We just need to find it,” Thor said. “What are you doing up here, anyways?”

“Oh.” Loki gestured to the star charts. “Sigyn gave me these. She asked me to check her work before she goes over them with her father.”

Thor smirked. “Are you certain there’s nothing your new king can grant you?”

Loki blinked. “I have no idea to what you are referring.”

Thor nodded and clapped his hand on his brother’s shoulder.

“I should sleep,” he said. “And so should you. Don’t stay up too long, Sigyn can wait for those charts.”

Loki nodded and Thor left to head back downstairs. Loki looked through the telescope at the star of Jotunheim, and then made some notes on the charts he’d stolen off of Sigyn’s desk earlier that day.

“Everything changes tomorrow, Brother,” he muttered. “I wish it could be different.”

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An Anniversary - One Shot

Thought I'd write a short little Logyn thing for today. Hope y'all like it! ^_^

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When Sigyn woke up, before she even opened her eyes, she knew that she was not in her own bed. She was in a bed, however, and a wonderfully comfortable one, at that. When she moved her arm, she could feel a distinctly Loki-shaped impression in the mattress beside her, still as cool to the touch as he was, so he was not far from her. She finally opened her eyes and sat up.

She was in a pseudo-rustic room with knotted wood furniture and cream-colored walls. A fireplace on a wall shared with the next room roared, filling the room with heat. She could almost see through to the other side, but there was nothing really to see. Light streamed into the room from a sliding glass door, filtered by sheer curtains but incredibly bright. The blankets over the sheets were a dark green, thick, and soft. Sigyn leaned back into the mountain of pillows and breathed deeply.

The door opened and Loki stepped in. He placed a bouquet of roses dotted with edelweiss on the bedside table next to her. He leaned over and kissed her.

“Good morning, darling,” he said.

She smiled.

“What did you do?” she asked.

He shook his head.

“I can’t get anything past you, can I?” he asked.

He handed her a robe and lead her out to a sitting room. Breakfast was laid out on the table in front of a wall of window that looked out over a mountainous vista, covered in fir trees and snow. Sigyn gasped.

“Oh, Loki…”

“I know you’ve been a little upset at the lack of snow this year in New Asgard,” Loki said. “I had Sif clear your schedule for the day, your mother is watching Nari, I have all our favorite foods, and there is no one that will come and bother us.”

“Did I miss something?” Sigyn said. “Neither of our anniversaries are today, I don’t think…”

Loki shook his head.

“It’s not that anniversary,” he said.

He went over to the breakfast table and picked up a small tin.

“See, when I was very young, I didn’t feel like going with Thor to whatever it was he was planning on doing that day,” Loki said. “Instead, I went to a place I had found a few weeks earlier, an abandoned servant’s closet, where I’d hidden a few things, to make it sort of a secret lair.”

“Of course,” Sigyn said. “How could you not?”

“And about 14 hundred years ago, today, someone else found that closet,” Loki said.

He opened the tin, which was filled with butter biscuits. Sigyn smiled.

“And you met me,” she said.

“Our wedding anniversaries have baggage,” he said. “Not that I won’t do whatever it is you feel appropriate to celebrate, but I thought that this day, where the most important thing that happened was that two children hid themselves away and shared biscuits with each other—that might be something we have that’s worth celebrating.”

Sigyn could feel her eyes welling up. She took the tin and sit it aside, kissing her husband.

“I am so glad to have met you,” she said. “I can’t imagine what my life would have been without you. I can’t imagine who I would have become. And I am thankful every day that I get to wake up by your side, and in your arms. I would absolutely love to celebrate that with you.”

He took her hands in his.

“We should eat before the food gets cold,” he said. “But there are no obligations for the day.”

Sigyn smirked. “Then perhaps you can perform a few of your other queenly duties.”

Loki chuckled. “I think I can be amenable to that, my king.”

Sigyn inhaled sharply.

“I do like it when you call me ‘king’…”

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🎵 1

"Jolene" - Dolly Parton

“He talks about you in his sleep And there’s nothing I can do to keep From crying when he calls your name, Jolene”

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Angrboða sunk into the silk sheets and soft mattress of her lover’s bed, sighing contentedly. As much as she knew that she loved Loki for all the things he would be were he not a prince, she did enjoy the benefits of being a prince’s paramour. Even as a lady of a well ranked noble house of Asgard, she’d never had such fine bedclothes, or been presented with such wonderful gifts as Loki would adorn her with. And as the Midgardians would say, she was only human.

But what she really loved was lying in bed next to her, sound asleep. His porcelain skin kept the sheets cool, his dark hair was mussed just so… She ran her hand along the pale expanse of his chest, before taking his hand in hers. He was wearing the bracelet she had made for him— a small, delicate thing on a woven silver chain, but something he had appreciated, nonetheless. He was the first suitor she’d had that actively engaged with her craftwork and her art and could speak with authority on the subject. Some of the best evenings she had spent with him were late discussions over wine, simply talking about art and literature for hours. And he listened to her— she had never felt listened to before. She was not surprised when she found him as attentive and passionate in other aspects of their relationship.

He stirred in his sleep, probably dreaming. She smiled and kissed his shoulder— not trying to wake him up, just to let whatever part of his sleeping self that was perhaps a bit more conscious know that she was there. He started to breathe faster and there was a flash of worry on his face.

“I’m right here,” she whispered. “I’m right here.”

“Sig…” he muttered.

Her face fell. She leaned against him, resting her head on his chest.

Despite all the wonderful things that came with courting Loki, she knew she couldn’t keep him forever. She knew that someday, he’d realize how he felt about Sigyn and he’d have to leave. All she could do, as she closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep herself, was hope that tomorrow wasn’t that someday.

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“ you're so damn attractive. you know that right? “

Sometimes the prompts give me a very clear character voice and I just need to figure out where in the timeline I've set up that it goes.

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Sigyn secured the swaddled Nari in the cloth pouch that hung from her neck and shoulders so that she could open the door. Brunnhilde half-dragged, half-carried Bruce in from the rain.

“What happened?” Sigyn asked, helping Brunnhilde bring him into the living room as best she could.

“Remember how I said I’d left a stash of dwarven ale in Geatland back before Hela?” Brunnhilde said. “Found it.”

The two put Bruce on the couch and Sigyn glared at Brunnhilde.

“And you let him drink from it?” Sigyn said. “Bruni, you know mortals can’t handle that stuff. I’m surprised he didn’t— what is it he calls it?”

“Hulk out?” Brunnhilde said.

“Exactly,” Sigyn said. “Get him some water.”

Brunnhilde went into the kitchen and Sigyn started to spell a ward against hangovers on Bruce. Bruce, still surprisingly conscious, looked up at Sigyn with bleary eyes.

“Signy?” he muttered. “No, that’s… Signet… Sigourney.”

“You are very drunk right now,” Sigyn said.

“You got a thing…”

He vaguely gestured to Nari. Sigyn took the baby out of the harness and put him in a rocking bassinet that was near the fireplace. She took off the harness and went back to Bruce. She conjured a point of light at the end of her finger and shone it in his face to check how his pupils were reacting to light.

“How much did he have?” she asked as Brunnhilde came back with the water.

“Glass and a half,” Brunnhilde said. “With a lot of ice.”

“Even watered down it’s still too much,” Sigyn said. “You didn’t kill him, but he’s going to wish he was dead in the morning.”

“I’ve no doubt,” Brunnhilde said. “Anything else?”

“I’ve got it from here,” Sigyn said. “Thank you for bringing him home safely.”

“Of course,” she said. “Good night, majesty.”

Brunnhilde left and Sigyn had Bruce drink the water and lie down on the couch, propped up on a folded blanket. Sigyn sat on the floor between the couch and the bassinet.

“Kid okay?” Bruce muttered as he started falling asleep.

“Yeah,” Sigyn said. “He’s doing fine.”

“You’re real…”

“I’m what?” she asked.

“You’re just… You’re so damn attractive,” he said. “You know that, right?”

She didn’t respond, and he fell asleep before she could even think of an answer. She looked to Nari, his little blue face poking out of the swaddling cloth.

“I’ve heard it a few times,” she said, leaning against the couch. She felt sleep coming for herself and let it wash over her.

She didn’t notice she fell asleep with his hand in hers.

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A request for a scene where Main Timeline! Sigyn is giving birth to Vali. Since this is somewhat a What if? situation, can we have it fluffy? Like big brother Nari holding baby Vali and Loki is being dramatic that it looked like he was the one who gave birth XD. Thank you!

I assumed that by "fluffy", you meant, "without the part where Baldur and Tyr come in and make Plot happen."

Thank you for the ask!

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Thor opened the door and Nari poked his head around.

“Are you ready for visitors?” Thor asked.

Loki heaved a great sigh. “I suppose.”

“My heart, if you insist on acting like you just went through nine hours of labor, I will have to hurt you,” Sigyn said, struggling to sit up while handling the small, fragile bundle in her hands.

“Here, darling,” Loki said, taking the baby so she could have use of her arms.

Nari inched over to his father, looking at the scrunched up little blue face in the midst of the bundle of pink blankets.

“Would you like to hold her?” Loki asked quietly.

Nari shook his head quickly, stepping back. Thor put a solid hand on the boy’s shoulder.

“It’s all right,” Thor said. “You won’t hurt her.”

Nari stepped forward and Loki gently laid the baby in Nari’s arms. She looked up at him with wide, almost unblinking red eyes.

“Hi,” Nari said quietly. “I’m Nari.”

The baby squealed, squirming in her blankets. Nari was careful to adjust his arms, making certain he was supporting her like he’d practiced.

“She’s heavier than the doll,” Nari muttered.

Sigyn laughed softly. She took Loki’s hand in hers.

“Have you decided on a name?” Thor asked.

“Yes,” Loki said. “We will be naming her Váli.”

Loki motioned for Nari to hand the baby back to Sigyn. Nari handed her off and Sigyn held her close.

Thor nodded. “You understand—”

“Of course we do,” Sigyn said. “But it’s been her name since before we knew her. How could we choose another?”

Nari got close to the edge of the bed and shifted into his Jotun form. Váli squealed again, smiling.

“That’s right,” Sigyn said to her. “That’s your brother.”

“And I’m gonna keep you safe,” Nari said. “Cause that’s what big brothers do, right, Uncle Thor?”

Loki raised his eyebrows and looked at his brother as Thor scrambled for a response.

“Well—”

“Of course, Nari,” Loki said. “That’s exactly what brothers are supposed to do. But it’s my job and your mother’s job first, before you have to do anything.”

Loki looked at Thor again.

“As long as fathers do their jobs properly,” he continued, “it should not fall on their sons to protect their family.”

Thor nodded. “Yes.”

“But what about when you get really old and stuff?” Nari asked. “Like how Dr. Pym and Dr. Van Dyne can’t be Ant-Man and Wasp anymore?”

“Well, that’s a completely different situation,” Sigyn said. “But I am well assured that your father’s strength and power will not wane with age.”

“But what if—”

“Nari,” Thor said. “Why don’t we let your mother rest for now?”

Nari looked like he very much didn’t want to do that, but nodded and went with Thor anyways. As the door closed, Váli started to fuss, and Sigyn shifted her hospital gown to nurse her.

“Your brother means well,” Sigyn said.

“He always does,” Loki said. “But it’s not his job to protect me, I can take care of myself well enough.”

“I think he was trying to say that you don’t always have to,” Sigyn said. “That you never had to.”

“I shouldn’t have had to,” Loki said. “But that was not Thor’s fault. We were children, Sigyn. And Nari is still a child.”

Sigyn nodded. “Yes. And he and Váli will stay children as long as can be helped.”

“So declares the King of Asgard?” Loki asked with a wry smile.

“I am their mother first,” Sigyn said. “But yes.”

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🎵 5

5. "I Put A Spell On You", by Screamin' Jay Hawkins

"I put a spell on you Because you're mine"

I actually have a piece written around this song! (Link will appear when the tags behave.) I described it as "a slow dirge of a waltz with a heavy sax", which is an honest assessment of how this song feels. The history of it is fascinating as well, starting off with a normal, blues waltz song, Hawkins and the rest of the band getting so drunk they don't remember recording it, the invention of shock rock as part of how they performed it live...

But I also recognize that, for the audience I'm assuming I have, Hawkins' version of the song isn't the most recognizable one.

Thank you for the ask!

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November 1, 1993 – Salem, Massachusetts

Loki and Sigyn stepped out of the time door, which closed behind them.

“This is the most promising lead yet,” Loki said.

“A witch in red, enchanting children, yes,” Sigyn said. “But why? What would Sylvie want with children?”

Loki shook his head. “There are a lot of conflicting reports. But it should be happening just before sunrise.”

Sigyn looked up. “What’s that light, do you suppose?”

A bright light was shooting into the sky from a house.

“Definitely magic,” Loki said. “Not Sylvie’s though.”

“Perhaps we should investigate?” Sigyn asked. “Could be a lead.”

“Can’t be a coincidence,” Loki said.

As they walked through the village towards the beacon, the light suddenly shut off. The two paused.

“I think something’s happened,” Loki said.

“No…” Sigyn said. “I think something’s happening…”

The cool night air dropped to cold as the wind whipped past them. Three silhouettes passed in front of the moon.

“Come little children, I’ll take thee away, into a land of enchantment…”

Children started to enter the streets, walking, as if possessed, towards the woods at the edge of town.

“That’s not Sylvie’s voice,” Loki said.

“This isn’t good,” Sigyn said. “These are real witches.”

“Come little children, the time’s come to play, here in my garden of magic…”

“I think we can get there faster,” Loki said, looking at the children.

“I think we better,” Sigyn said, starting to run.

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Baby, It's Cold Outside - One Shot

Fun little holiday Logyn.

Happy holidays, everyone!

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Loki came into the living room to see Sigyn sitting in front of the fire, wrapped up in furs, scrolling through an email on her phone.

“Oh, no,” Loki said, swooping down to take the phone away. “No phones after 10, we agreed.”

“Unless it’s urgent,” Sigyn said. “I have to go over some final details for tomorrow.”

“It’s a straw goat,” Loki said. “You say a few prepared words that will be on the podium in front of you, you cut a ribbon with abnormally large scissors. That’s the extent of the event. Is this really what kings are reduced to here?”

“It’s what is,” Sigyn said. “Now give that back.”

She reached for the phone and Loki vanished it. Sigyn gave him a sour look.

“Now, whatever will you do to amuse yourself?” Loki asked.

“I have work to do,” she said.

Loki sat down next to her. “Your work for the day is done.”

“Is that so?” she asked.

“So declares the Queen of Asgard,” Loki said.

“Oh, you’re a queen all right,” she said, almost laughing.

Loki reached out and pulled her closer.

“Nari’s in bed…”

“His birthday is coming up, we should be—”

“I’ll take care of everything. Look at the fire…”

She leaned up against him. Loki could see the fire dance in her golden eyes.

“The US President is giving a major address in January, should Fandral—”

“Hear the wind outside, doesn’t it smell like snow?”

“Loki, there’s so much on my plate—”

He brushed her hair aside and kissed her. She kissed back, draping the furs around him as well.

“Well, when you put it that way,” she said. “I suppose it is cold outside.”

“Bitter cold,” he said.

“And your hands are freezing.”

“Whatever will I do to get warm?”

They both grinned.

“I think I have a few ideas,” Sigyn said, kissing him again.

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10. loki and sigyn

10. A wants to hibernate. B won’t let them

Do snakes hibernate in the winter? I don't know, but I do know that both Sigyn and Loki are absolutely exhausted by their jobs.

Not exhausted enough to, you know, not, but still very tired.

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Sigyn got out of the tub, materializing a towel and robe around herself to protect from the cold air that was just outside the bathroom. She stepped into her slippers and out of the bathroom.

As she got ready for bed, she considered whether taking a half-hour bath was self-indulgent.  She had finished her schedule for the day, certainly, but there were precious few days until Midwinter and she had done nothing to prepare the house, she found that she was spending less and less time with Nari and Loki, and she had, instead of doing either of those things, gone straight upstairs and into the bath, ignoring the mess she knew was in the kitchen and stealing that half hour for herself. And on top of her guilt for her selfishness, no one had seen Loki all day, either as himself or as Eris. She hadn’t seen him herself since she’d gotten out of bed that morning. That concerned her deeply.

Or, at least, it concerned her right up until she pulled the covers back on her bed and found a large, dark green python coiled up, asleep on the mattress.

“Oh, absolutely not!”

Loki did the best approximation of a snake looking up bleary eyed at Sigyn and tilted his head. Sigyn pushed his coils and he shifted back to his regular form so that he could have hands to keep himself from falling off the bed.

“Sigyn, darling, please, I am exhausted…” he said.

“No one has seen you all day!” Sigyn said. “Have you been up here sleeping this entire time?”

“Of course not, I just… sorry, what time is it?”

Sigyn scoffed. “Unbelievable.”

“Look, I have been working,” Loki said. “And you can see in the morning, and you can decide to be mad at me then, but it’s so cold, and I just want to sleep for… I don’t know a day or so—”

“Loki, this is the first Midwinter we’re having as a family together!” Sigyn said. “And you’re Jotun— you should be able to handle the cold.”

“I am Jotun, yes, but the snake—”

“Is a form you take,” Sigyn said. “That you can just as easily not do. I am not letting you hibernate through your son’s first Midwinter with you!”

Loki heaved a deep and heavy sigh. He got out of bed and put his hands on Sigyn’s arms. He kissed her forehead.

“Come with me.”

He led her downstairs to the living room. She gasped when she saw what Loki had done.

A large log lay in the fireplace, ready to be lit. On the mantle, several candles and straw goats were intermingled with a garland of mistletoe and holly. Fur blankets had been spread out over the couch and floor. Another straw goat, about the size of a small dog, was on the coffee table, along with more holly and a blow of oranges, pomegranates, and dates.

“It is the main duty of the Queen of Asgard to run the royal palace and plan the cultural events of each season,” Loki said. “I’ve been with Boða all day, working out final details for Midwinter, and got home not long after you did.”

“Where’s Nari, then?” Sigyn asked.

“With your mother,” Loki said.

“Oh,” Sigyn said. “You did all this in..?”

“All this took weeks,” Loki said. “The first few goats were… not exactly ready to pull a chariot, let’s say. But I finally got it all out just now.”

Sigyn’s anger and annoyance finally melted, and she laughed softly.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “It’s just been a long day.”

“It’s been a long six years,” Loki said. “And you’ve had to be king and queen through all of that. As your husband, I think I’m entitled to easing some of that burden.”

“Of course you are, my heart,” Sigyn said. “Of course.”

Loki nodded. “Oh, also, after you left this morning, I noticed that we’d completely forgotten to clean up after dinner last night, so I got everything washed and put a—”

Sigyn cut him off with a deep kiss. Loki kissed back, smiling against her lips.

“I’m assuming that was the correct thing to do?” he said.

“Absolutely,” Sigyn said. “Is Nari staying the night at Mother’s?”

“She’s open to it,” Loki said. “Thinking of lighting the Yule Log a little early?”

“I’m thinking of how fur feels on my skin,” she said. “But I thought you were exhausted.”

“Pretty sure I can summon up the energy,” Loki said.

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11. "Holding Out for a Hero" - Bonnie Tyler

“Late at night I toss, and I turn And I dream of what I need.”

I didn't think I needed to specify what dream Sigyn is having.

Thank you for the ask!

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Sigyn woke with a gasp and sat up in bed. There was nothing in the room, not out of the ordinary, and the only sound was the soft breathing of Theoric lying in bed next to her. She smiled as she gently brushed the hair out of his eyes. He slept deeply, undisturbed by dreams.

Her smile faded as she remembered the dream she had woken up from. She laid down, leaning against Theoric’s chest. She sighed deeply but found no satisfaction in it. She’d had this dream for years, and it was once a comfort, a delight. But she knew if Theoric were ever to learn about these dreams, they would break his heart.

She settled in, determined that tomorrow she would do what she could to rid herself of these dreams.

The next morning, Frigga perused through the library, looking for a book of magic she could have sworn she had received from her sister. She instead found Sigyn at a study table, with a stack of books on dream magic almost as tall as she was. Sigyn shook her head and slammed the book closed, grabbing another one off the pile.

“Something the matter, little one?” Frigga asked.

Sigyn gasped, looking up. “My apologies, your majesty,” Sigyn said. “Just trying to get rid of some dreams.”

“Are you having nightmares?” Frigga asked.

Sigyn paused. “Not exactly nightmares.”

Frigga nodded.  “I see.”

“I just don’t want Theoric to know,” Sigyn said. “I love him, your majesty. I don’t want him to think that I have doubts. This is the first man in a long time where I know exactly who he is. I don’t want this to make him doubt me.”

“I can’t imagine that Theoric has any doubts,” Frigga said. “What are these dreams?”

“Just…” Sigyn looked away. “I’ve had them for a while. They’re just fantasies, harmless. Until they’re not.”

“There are spells I can give you that would bring you a dreamless sleep,” Frigga said. “They are simple, performed right when you are ready for bed. But perhaps you might consider if these dreams are really the cause of your doubts.”

Sigyn looked away.

That evening, Sigyn looked over the spell again as Theoric played with her hair.

“Suffering from sleeplessness, love?” Theoric asked. “I certainly hope I’m not keeping you awake. At least, not like that.”

He grinned, but Sigyn didn’t respond. His smile went away, and he gently nudged her closer.

“Everything all right, Sigyn?” he asked.

“Hm? Oh, yes, it’s fine,” she said. “Just… just a new spell.”

“I can see that,” he said. “Any particular reason we’ve chosen this particular spell to learn?”

She paused and set the page down on the side table.

“I just want to make certain I’m not disturbing your sleep,” she said, running her hand over his bare chest.

Theoric smiled and pulled her close. He kissed her, and she kissed back, deeply, desperately. He loved the feel of her lips on his, the touch of her smooth skin…

She settled into his arms, trying to push away the remembrances of cool skin and dark hair her dreams were tempting her with. Theoric’s arms offered comfort and stability for as long as she wanted it. He loved her, and she loved him. Her dreams were just that, dreams. She had everything she could want with Theoric.

Almost everything, a small voice said as she faded into sleep.

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87. "Listen to the Music" - The Doobie Brothers

“What the people need is a way to make 'em smile It ain't so hard to do if you know how”

This is one of the happiest, most positive songs on my Wrapped, and I still made it depressing, lol XD

Thank you for the ask!

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The houses of the village were built enough that most of the people had moved out of the Great Hall. Sigyn’s was going to be one of the last ones finished— she needed an office and a proper nursery, and she also wasn’t going to force any of her people to stay in a place that was not a home while she had one. And in any case, Bruce had insisted they put a bed in her office in the Great Hall. She said she didn’t need one, but it was nice to have, especially as her pregnancy developed.

Angrboða approached Sigyn with a wrapped bundle in her arms. Sigyn had noticed that she was hard at work on something, but Angrboða had kept it from her. She now handed the bundle to Sigyn.

“I, um, I know I should be working on blankets and such,” she said. “Considering how few looms we have. But I still have a few things stored from Asgard, and I’m not particularly handy, so I thought that this might…”

Sigyn pulled the wrapping aside and saw that she was holding and elaborate, woven and embroidered tapestry depicting Heimdall. Sigyn gasped, her eyes welling with tears.

“I know Loki still weighs heavily on your mind,” Angrboða said. “As he does on mine. But your father was a good man, and your son should know him.”

Sigyn smiled. “Thank you.”

“Of course, your majesty,” Angrboða said, stepping away.

Sigyn looked over the tapestry again, and a thought entered her mind.

“Boða, wait.”

Angrboða turned around.

“Would you… I mean to say, Loki always spoke very highly of your skill as an artist and craftswoman,” Sigyn said.

“I’m flattered,” Angrboða said.

“I know that it might seem silly,” Sigyn said. “But could you make a few more of these? Of Odin and Frigga, and…”

“The princes?” Angrboða said.

Sigyn nodded. “There’s value in keeping our history, our culture. Just because we have lost all that we have, doesn’t mean we have to lose that. I would like you to head our Cultural Preservation efforts.”

Angrboða blinked. “I… I would be honored, your majesty.”

She bowed and left. Sigyn looked over the tapestry again, tracing the yarn that made the edge of her father’s helmet. She used her magic to hang the tapestry from one of the cross beams in the ceiling. Her hand came to rest on the slight swell of her stomach.

“You should have known your grandson,” she said, her voice quiet.

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Sigyn was lying in bed, trying to read a report from Volstagg for the fifth time, when Angrboða, without knocking, walked into the bedroom, the components of a loom surrounded by Angrboða’s deep blue magic and assembling themselves next to Sigyn’s bed.

“Boða, you know I’m not—”

“You can take an hour off,” she said. “And you don’t have to do any weaving. I need someone to prepare the yarn and everyone else is busy.”

“I’m busy,” Sigyn said.

“I checked with Sif and Banner,” Angrboða said. “They both agreed that you could use some recreation without the interruption of work.”

Sigyn rolled her eyes.

Angrboða handed Sigyn some yarn.

“Braid the strings together so I can put it through,” she said.

Sigyn did as she was told, braiding pre-cut strings of undyed yarn with stark white. She looked over at what was on the loom and saw that Angrboða was working on the shoulders of someone in green.

“Is this..?”

“Oh,” Angrboða said, looking at the loom. “Yes.”

Sigyn looked at the stark white string again.

“It should be half blue,” Sigyn said.

Angrboða paused. “Are you certain?”

Sigyn put a hand over her stomach. Her skin had gotten so cold, and she could feel her son gently kicking inside of her.

“My child will be half Jotun,” Sigyn said. “That’s not something I intend to hide. From him, or from Asgard. Loki accepted who he was by the end, all of who he was. I would not have that part of him erased.”

Angrboða nodded, summoning a royal blue spool of yarn. Sigyn clipped the stark white string in half and measured out some of the blue to braid in. Angrboða wove in silence for a moment.

“He always loved you,” Angrboða said. “Even back then.”

“He would have married you if you hadn’t left,” Sigyn said.

“That would have been a mistake,” Angrboða said.

“He would have been happy,” Sigyn said.

“He never wanted ‘happy’,” Angrboða said. “He wanted you.”

Sigyn considered that, putting a hand on her stomach again.

“We don’t always get what we want,” Sigyn said. “He said himself that satisfaction was not in his nature. He died alone, and scared. He couldn’t hear Thor calling for him, he couldn’t feel his brother’s hands…”

Angrboða stopped for a moment and put a hand on Sigyn shoulder.

“He loved you,” she said.

“I know,” Sigyn said. “I think I always knew.”

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4. "Running Up That Hill" - Kate Bush

“Tell me, we both matter, don’t we?”

I am living for the Kate Bush renaissance.

Thank you for the ask!

---

Sigyn made her way towards the edge of the land that New Asgard had been given by Norway. The surrounding hills and mountains made it relatively secluded from the main town that was Sigyn’s kingdom. Sigyn knocked on the door before entering.

Wanda was in the kitchen area, her magic pouring a second cup of tea while she looked through a book Sigyn had loaned her. She looked up as Sigyn walked in.

“Nice to see you,” Wanda said. “It’s been a while.”

“I had some things to take care of,” Sigyn said, sitting down and accepting the tea. “Running even a small nation takes a lot of work.”

“Especially considering the influence you’ve managed to gain on the world stage,” Wanda said.

“Well, I won’t take all of the credit for that,” Sigyn said. “Fandral is very good at his job.”

Wanda smiled, laughing softly.

“How have you been?” Sigyn asked.

“Better,” Wanda said. “I’ve learned so much being here, it’s… nice to be in a place where what I do is not the strangest thing people have seen.”

“I understand,” Sigyn said. “This world is very different from what it was when I was younger. Different from how Thor described it.”

Wanda nodded.

“I understand you have a cat now?” Wanda said.

“Oh, yes, Eris,” Sigyn said. “He’s Nari’s cat, really, though I’m the one who ends up taking care of him.”

“Well, Nari’s young,” Wanda said. “He’ll grow into it.”

“Learning responsibility is something his father and uncle took much longer to learn,” Sigyn said. “I’m hoping that starting earlier will help.”

Wanda considered this.

“Eris…” she said. “Interesting name.”

Sigyn paused. “How so?”

“It’s Greek, isn’t it?” Wanda said. “Goddess of Discord?”

“Yes,” Sigyn said, deciding not to give any more information.

Wanda shrugged. “It’s just interesting.”

“I see,” Sigyn said.

There was a brief pause.

“How did you know?” Sigyn asked.

Wanda raised an eyebrow. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice? I’m a chaos witch, Sigyn. The return of one of the Gods of Chaos is not something that can be ignored.”

“Wanda, please,” Sigyn said. “You don’t know what happened. You can’t—”

“I can’t, what?” Wanda asked. “Tell anyone? Who would I tell? Who would believe me? Loki of Asgard was taken from another universe and brought to ours as a refugee from a police force that claims to be in charge of time. What did you think I would do?”

“I don’t know,” Sigyn said. “I am not as familiar with psychiatric medicine, but I imagined that this could prove a trigger for you.”

“Could it?” Wanda asked. “I suppose I did wonder how it was fair. How the universe could chose to give him back, when Vision never did anything to hurt anyone.”

“It’s not fair,” Sigyn said. “I didn’t really know Vision, but he seemed like a good man. I wish I could have done something— something different, something faster. The Mind Stone was a bane for me as much as it was a boon for you. While it gave you Vision, it took Loki from me and turned him into something horrible that he never recovered from. He can heal now. Now that it’s gone. Now that he’s gone. I’m sorry I could not do the same for you.”

“Why not?” Wanda asked.

Sigyn paused. “Wanda, his universe was destroyed, he has nowhere to return to. Even if we went and found a Vision in the Void, he would by no means be one that is safe to bring here. More likely than not, he’d be Ultron.”

“I’m not saying we do that,” Wanda said.

“What are you saying?” Sigyn asked.

Wanda got up and went over to a side table. Opening the drawer, she pulled out a book that made Sigyn’s heart clench. As Wanda paged through the Darkhold, she walked back over to the table.

“There are spells that allow you to walk in another universe,” Wanda said. “My children are out there. I can get them back.”

“You can get them back?” Sigyn said, standing. “Wanda, what has that book been showing you?”

“So many things,” Wanda said. “About the power that I wield, about Chaos Magic and the Scarlet Witch, about—”

“That book is evil,” Sigyn said. “You shouldn’t even have it, let me—”

Sigyn reached out to take the book and Wanda stepped back.

“Why shouldn’t I?” Wanda asked. “This book was written for me, for the Scarlet Witch.”

“It’s corrosive magic,” Sigyn said. “The kind that changes who you are, what you think. It grips you in the thing you want most and uses you to do its bidding and destroy everything you care about.”

Wanda shook her head. “Not for me. It is showing me the power that you refuse to teach me.”

“You were never trained by someone who wields magic!” Sigyn said. “The things I show you are the fundamentals of what we do, and you are flying through them at a pace no child would! And still you have no patience!”

Sigyn’s magic floated around her hands.

“I cannot allow you to jeopardize yourself and everything else,” Sigyn said. “Surrender the Darkhold, or I will be forced to take more drastic measures.”

Wanda laughed as her magic washed over her and the Scarlet Witch armor appeared.

“I would love to see you try,” Wanda said.

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One Shot - The Winner Takes It All

The game is on again A lover or a friend A big thing or a small The winner takes it all

Been thinking about these two past couple of days.

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Theoric wasn’t sure what Angrboða meant by inviting him to her home after the wake. He’d been content to stay with his brother for the night before heading back to Vanaheim and set his father’s affairs in order. But she’d put her arm around his, and smiled when she asked, and Fandral didn’t seem to mind the change of plans. They walked back, Ummi running ahead of them, clutching her stuffed rabbit.

“Your daughter is a ray of sunshine,” Theoric said.

“She’s been very brave these past few days,” Angrboða said. “Thank you, by the way, for your part in returning her to me.”

“Of course,” Theoric said. “How could I not help?”

Angrboða nodded. “I’ve never been the warrior mage that Sigyn is. I felt so helpless while she was gone. If I haven’t said it lately, I am thoroughly grateful for your friendship.”

“I distinctly remember something more than friendship,” Theoric said, smirking. “But if you ever need my help, you should never hesitate.”

Angrboða nodded, smiling.

They got back to the house, and Angrboða put her daughter to bed. Theoric sat on the couch, looking at the Midgardian-style home that was no longer strange in its styling, but still far from what he was used to on Vanaheim. Angrboða came back and sat next to him, her body quite close to his.

“If you’re looking for a repeat of four years ago, that wouldn’t be unwelcome,” Theoric said.

“I have a bad habit, I’m afraid,” Angrboða said. “I fall in love with men who are in love with Sigyn Heimdallsdottir.”

Theoric paused. “How old is Ummi?”

“Three and a half,” Angrboða said.

He nodded, leaning back. “Ah.”

“The king has changed a lot of the laws and customs around bastards,” Angrboða said. “For all the reasons you know. Ummi will be as full and free a citizen as any other.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?” Theoric asked.

“Because you were still in love with her,” Angrboða said. “I mean, there’s the politics of it, but really it was because you were still in love with her— you are still in love with her.”

Theoric shook his head. “I let her go. She is my king, and I will serve her as such. She is a friend, and she’s your friend too.”

Angrboða nodded. “She is.”

“But Sigyn aside, politics aside, did you really think I wouldn’t want to know my own daughter?” he asked.

Angrboða looked away, guilt and grief clear on her face.

“I was scared,” she said. “Sigyn wanted nothing to do with you more than what she had to, and I had no other way to contact Vanaheim. And then everyone came back, including your father. Loathe as I am to speak ill of the dead, but what would he have thought of this? Of me, for doing this to you?”

“Doing this to me?” Theoric said. “Boða, I will do whatever you ask in this regard. If you want to raise her alone, if you don’t want me to be around, I will, reluctanly, respect your wishes. But if there’s any way that I can be a part of her life, I’d love a chance at that. She doesn’t have to be my heir, if you don’t want her to be part of the politics. But I would like the chance for her to be my daughter.”

Angrboða smiled, and gently leaned against his shoulder.

“I would like that,” she said. “And perhaps, we can talk about the rest.”

He put an arm around her, stroking her shoulder with his thumb.

“I think I’d like that,” he said.

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“why do you have that look on your face?”

The Warriors Three would often get into Situations, and it was up to everyone else to get them out. Generally, with all the tactical planning and flair of their chaotic strategist.

(Of course, it also happened the other way around, with Loki, Thor, and Sigyn getting into Situations, but they don't tell those stories as often.)

Thank you for the ask!

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Sigyn, Loki, and Thor looked over the ridge at the troll camp. Great stone trolls trudged around the tents, and they could smell the bonfire at the center of the camp. The smoke from it rose through the branches of the trees. Lady Sif rushed back through the brush and slid on the ground to join them.

“They’ve got the boys in a tent at the center of camp,” Lady Sif said. “They’re setting up a spit over the bonfire.”

“Wonderful,” Loki muttered.

“I told them not to go by themselves,” Lady Sif said. “They don’t listen!”

“I’ve counted fifty trolls in that camp,” Sigyn said. “We can’t fight that many.”

“Says you,” Thor said, regripping Mjolnir.

Sigyn put her hand on the head of the hammer and pressed it against the ground.

“Yes,” Sigyn said. “Says me, and Loki, and common sense, and—”

“Sigyn, stand down,” Loki said. “Fighting amongst ourselves won’t save them. We’ll just have to get them out quietly.”

“We don’t exactly do ‘quiet’,” Lady Sif said. “We could just do this as a smash and grab. Scorch earth on the way out.”

“There are too many of them,” Sigyn said. “We’d just be getting all of us killed faster.”

“They’re going to notice us coming in,” Lady Sif said. “One we could get away with, but all four of us?”

“There has to be a way to do this without being seen,” Sigyn said. “I’m not going to just walk into a troll camp and start shooting!”

“We need to get in and out without being noticed,” Loki said.

“Without being seen,” Sigyn said.

“No,” Loki said. “Without being noticed.”

Thor looked over at Loki and could see the wheels turning behind his eyes as he slowly gave a wicked smile. Thor groaned.

“Why do you have that look on your face?” Thor asked.

“Oh, you’re going to love this,” Loki said.

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“i couldn’t trust my own parents to protect me.”

Where else could this prompt go, but to Sylvie? Who else would say anything like it?

Thank you for the ask!

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Nari got pulled through the strange portal by the woman and stumbled out into a large, well-appointed bedroom. The woman tapped something on the orange tablet and the portal closed.

“What is going on?” he asked. “Who are you? What do you want?”

“All excellent questions,” the woman said. She vanished the tablet.

“You planning on answering any of them?” he asked, crossing his arms.

She looked at him with an expression that he’d only ever seen before on his mother’s face. He took a small step back.

“Who—”

“I go by Sylvie,” she said. “It was supposed to be a pseudonym, but that’s not really how the TVA works. But it… it fits me better.”

“A pseudonym?” Nari asked. “Who are you trying to hide from?”

Sylvie paused. “I was named Váli when I was born.”

Nari shook his head. “No. No, Váli is—”

“I’ve been running for a very long time,” she said. “I got the intel that you were being… it was the first time that I heard of you being there. I couldn’t do nothing. You don’t understand how I’ve risked everything to get you out of there. I hope someday you will, but if you just want to leave, I can find somewhere for you to go.”

“What are you talking about?” Nari asked. “How… You were sixteen just a few hours ago!”

“I suppose I was,” Sylvie said. “I understand this is disorienting. Please, if you just listen for a moment, I can explain.”

She gestured to a bench in a window that looked out over a golden city. They sat down. From where they were, Nari could see a crowd of people on a bridge that extended out towards a full field of stars. A ship was approaching the bridge.

“What is this place?” he asked.

“Asgard,” she said. “Just before Ragnarök.”

Nari’s eyebrows shot up. He looked around the room.

“Are we in the palace?” he asked. “This has to be Father’s room, I…”

His shoulders fell.

“Will I ever get to see them again?” he asked.

Sylvie looked away.

“They’re not who you think they are,” she said. “You don’t know what they…”

“The video, that TVA place, explained some of it,” Nari said. “Something about branching timelines and choices that we weren’t supposed to make. Basically, that free will is a lie, and you’ll get killed for it.”

“That’s about what I got from it too,” Sylvie said.

“What choice did you make?” Nari asked.

Sylvie paused.

“I didn’t,” she said. “I need you to trust me, Nari. I didn’t do anything. It was Sigyn, she…”

Nari could see the tears in Sylvie’s eyes.

“What happened?” he asked.

She shook her head. “I don’t know. We were children at the time. She took us into a back room. She put me in the closet, taking you away. Then something… happened. When she came back for me, your blood was on her hands, and the TVA came before she could do anything else.”

“Vee…” He reached for her hand, and she pulled away.

“She loved us too much,” Sylvie said. “That was her excuse.”

“What were they going to do to me, if you hadn’t gotten me out of there?” Nari asked.

“I don’t know,” Sylvie said. “Something worse than death, I think. If she just hadn’t…”

“There was nothing you could have done,” Nari said.

“I was seven,” Sylvie said. “I was seven, and I couldn’t trust my own parents to protect me. To protect us.”

“What do you need from me?” Nari asked. “What can I do to help?”

Sylvie looked at him, her ice blue eyes red from trying not to cry.

“We’re going to kill them, Nari,” Sylvie said. “The people that did this, the Time Keepers of the TVA, they did this to us. I need your help to do that. More than that, I want your help. I’ve been alone for a very long time. Getting you back… I didn’t think that was possible until a few days ago. But I don’t know if I could have done it on my own.”

Down on the bridge, the crowd was being ushered into a barge, and there was a fight on the bridge, with magic and lightning exploding out from it.

“We don’t have much time,” Sylvie said, pulling out the tablet. “The palace is going to be destroyed by Surtur in a few minutes. Where would you like me to take you?”

Nari shook his head.

“Where else would I go but with you?” he asked. “I promised our parents and Thor I’d protect you. If they can’t, then I have to.”

Sylvie looked at him, almost surprised. Nari knew she was trying to manipulate him— he’d lived with her long enough to know how she worked. She was trying to get him to join her side, trying to turn him against the universe. But when the TVA came, they disintegrated his mother and told him he would never see his sister again.

Clearly, they were wrong.

“I’ll go with you, Vee,” he said. “I’ll do whatever you need.”

“Okay, then,” Sylvie said. “Let’s get out of here.”