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ao3-hipster-fangirl-trash · 7 years ago

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For Pity V

Chapter 1 l Chapter 2 l Chapter 3 l Chapter 4 l Chapter 5 l Chapter 6 l Chapter 7

Overall Summary: Sigyn, queen of Vanaheim, is gifted a consort by the Allfather of Asgard, unknown to her, said consort happens to be his adopted son; Loki, and the only reason he was ‘gifted’ was that he should be someone elses’ problem.

Chapter Summary: Sigyn gets worried about Loki's constant confinement and decides to go and visit him to make sure he is alright, only to find his room ransacked, but not by intruders.

word count: 1887

Warnings: mentions of nightmares?

Note: as per usual inspired by @nanihoosartblog and her awesome loki x sigyn consort AU! go and check it out!

(btw if you want more frequent updates for this story here’s my ao3 account: https://archiveofourown.org/users/superwholocked_wizard)

Loki didn’t like leaving his room.

It had been one week since Sigyn had told him he could stay, and 4 days since he had insisted on going to the guest bedroom and letting the queen back to his personal chambers, and yet within that time Sigyn had only seen him twice, first to request to change rooms and second when he came to her room and asked where the library was. She was constantly worrying if he was eating enough, however Amora, who delivered his breakfast, lunch and dinner at the queens request, assured her that he was indeed eating, and whilst less than they expected, it was better than nothing.

It was on the 7th day of hearing nothing from him, save those two conversations, when Sigyn decided to go and see for herself if everything was alright. Whilst she understood his need for privacy, she couldn’t help worry for him after what she had felt after calming him in the healers room.

She was pacing outside his door, trying to think of the best way to either start a conversation without directly saying ‘I’m worried about you, are you alright?’ And yet, nothing came to mind except the exact words that she was thinking.

Slowly, she exhaled and raised her fist to knock on the wood separating her and her guest. She gave two dull knocks on the great oak before taking a small step back, waiting fore some acknowledgement of the knocks. When not answered, instead of going and knocking on the door immediately, she waited her mothers mandatory 35 seconds.

“Its a politeness,” she used to say, looking down on an impatient infant Sigyn, who would usually whine and try and knock again.

28… 29… 30…. Her foot started fidgeting under her gown, tapping ever so quietly and yet quite rapidly, to match the pace of her heart.

32… 33….34..35

As soon as the counting in her head hit that number, she took a brusque step to the door and gave three sharp raps before stepping back once more. Vaguely, she heard shuffling around behind the door, perhaps in the physical bed, but she couldn’t be sure. More shuffling and then the opening of a door to reveal Loki, but he wasn’t… Loki. He was, different in a way she couldn’t describe. His skin was shimmering and constantly changing as if it were some sort of mirage. It went from pale, to a green shimmer. At one point she could have sworn she had seen a flash of blue and a bright red eye, and yet it vanished the moment it appeared. Each time it switched from one area to a millimetre to the left it gave her a flash of a headache.

“My Lady?” He, it inquired.

She walked closer to the mirage and gently pressed against it, watching it dissolve in a flurry of green light. Whilst she expected only him to disappear, she did not expect the entire room to light up with a shimmer before evaporating to reveal a circular radius of bowls, books and sheets surrounding the bed, leaving the centre of the circle to be completely empty of everything save the bed and the white curtains adorning it.

Instantly she ran in, drawing her dagger which was hidden at the hip of her gown, with easy access through a slit which was present in all of her clothes, should it be necessary. She surveyed the scene, trying to look for some sort of sign of intrusion, blood, anything that could indicate a struggle or even a kidnapping, and yet all she found was disturbed bowls of fruit and books with pages ripped out forming a disturbing circle. It was almost ritualistic.

She turned around, surveying the scene, and trying her best to imagine what on earth could have happened and yet, nothing came to mind. Sigyn walked to the other side of the bed, looking for any sign on Loki, only to stumble right upon him.

He was sat in a corner, a common occurrence it seemed, with closed eyes and calm facade. His head was leant back on the wall which seemed to be the most comfortable thing in the world right now and his arms were casually draped across his knees, and though he looked quite relaxed, his tightly clenched jaw and fists that were tangled in part of the tunic he wore.

As Sigyn took a step towards him, she saw his eyebrows quickly frown, before going back to their original shape.

“How do you keep doing that?” His voice broke the relative silence of the room.

“Pardon?”

He opened his eyes to reveal green orbs looking at her in surprise and perhaps a little curiosity.

“You can see past and break my illusions, how do you do it?”

She sighed and found herself giving him a half smile and kneeling down, almost as if they were two children simply engaging in a quick chat. Rather than respond to him, she opened the palm of her hand and released little tendrils of green light, which rather than stay still, danced around the room, searching for something to latch on to.

It extended out and twisted in the same way one would imagine the current of the ocean moving along the water, sweeping everything away gently and creating beautiful patterns of different greens, from dark emerald to light teals, mints and leafy greens, every shade dancing to create a beautiful display of light.

eventually, Sigyn let the light fade and closed her hand, before looking back at Loki to see his curiosity replaced by wonder.

“You’re a sorceress?”

SIgyn smiled, a fuller smile this time.

“What are your abilities?” He was interested now, slightly being drawn out of the corner.

And so the conversation began, the two of them comparing spells and natural abilities, and which ones were more powerful. Loki told him of his illusions, chameleon and shapeshifting, and in return, Sigyn told him of her empath abilities, the ability to ‘see truth’ in a sense, as well as her foresight. Both were giddy to finally talk to one another about such things, so much so that the state of the room was almost completely forgotten.

“Do you get side effects?” This was Sigyn’s question, curious to see if she was the only one who sometimes had to limit her use due to how it could effect her later on.

“Everyone does I suppose, I get fatigue when using illusions for too long,” he paused, somehow they had both ended up on the bare bed, cross legged and facing each other, “but the more I practise, the easier they are to maintain.”

Sigyn sighed and felt her back curve and her posture worsen. Of course, it was illusions not emotions, and the effects didn’t seem that bad for him.

“You?”

Sigyn wasn’t sure if she wanted to tell him, afraid that perhaps it wasn’t wise to tell the man she helped ‘i felt your intense emotional burden and that weighs me down and makes me fear for you.’ None the less, she digressed, and found herself explaining the drawbacks of being an empath and a seer.

“When I comfort someone, after the physical touch has ended, I find I can feel whatever was weighing them down, and sometimes that becomes a bit much,” she wasn’t quite looking him in the eye, “and foresight isn’t always a gift, I saw my mothers death years before it happened, in my nightmares, and yet I couldn’t prevent it.” She didn’t cry anymore for her mother, she had plenty of times before, and whilst it did hurt her to think of her coronation, one week after the death of the woman who raised her, she still lived on, as did all who encountered death in one way or another.

“Sometimes I see people whom I’ve never met die, and I know it has yet to happen, but still. Some are simply nightmares, and some come true. I’m not sure which is worse. If they die, I can simply move on, if not then I worry.”

She looked up to see Loki giving her a knowing look, as if he understood such a predicament. Of course he might have known death but she was sure that he didn’t completely know the feeling of watching a loved one die, and completely expecting it.

“So when you calmed me…”

He was somewhat apprehensive, either to know if he caused her any pain, physical or emotional, or simply because he didn’t like that someone could control him so easily.

She laid her hand over his in reassurance, giving it a light squeeze.

“Only for a while, it goes away eventually.”

This seemed to comfort him, whilst only slightly, still visibly. He seemed to relax into her touch, maybe because it had been so long since positive touch for him, or perhaps she was an exception only because she was able to calm him, either way she kept the hand reassuringly placed on him.

After a while, the silence above them lifted and they resumed asking each other questions. Of course, Sigyn brought up the ruined room.

“So, what happened?” He looked down, ashamed somewhat.

“I had a nightmare.” His head was bowed as a Childs was when it professed such a thing. His voice was small and timid, almost if he was embarrassed or ashamed that such a small thing could cause such a strong reaction within someone like him. A sorcerer frightened by such little things as dreams.

Of course, Sigyn could completely understand. When she was younger and had nightmares of fires, or deaths, before her family were aware that she was a seer of sorts, she would dismiss them and simply put her bad nights sleep down to tossing and turning, afraid that if they saw her own mind made her afraid, she wouldn’t be ‘worthy’ in a sense.

She nodded, trying to prompt him to say more, only to find that he had been struck completely speechless with a will to stop sharing anything whatsoever. Its almost as if the revelation of him having nightmares was almost too personal for his liking.

Instead of staying in silence, Sigyn found herself compelled to start revealing the intensity of her own nightmares, somewhat against her will.

“Everyone has nightmares, even royalty.” He gave a sort of a sniff which she couldn’t quite decipher, but suspected it was sort of dismissive.

“No truly, sometimes I scream myself awake and Amora informs me I’ve almost woken up the entire palace. Sometimes my room ends in the same state as yours, thats why my curtains are so thick, to reduce the damage.”

She looked over to see him smiling tenderly at the mattress, possibly in thanks that he didn’t have to deal with such a mundane thing in a world of royalty alone.

“If you want, I can get you some, if you would like them.” Loki looked up astounded, still not used to Sigyn’s kindness. In his world, nothing came without a price, and yet she seemed to.

“Well, at least that way I’ll cause minimal damage to the room.” Sigyn gave a breathy laugh and looked at him through her lashes.

“We’ll cause minimal damage together, I guess.”

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