#until they become unreconisable

[ancient-cats-unite]

But also, consider: Crazed Ubers..

[sigynoffidelity]

There I´ll find what you´ve become

You help me lose my mind And you bring me something I can't define Help me lose my mind, make me wonder What I felt before

Authors Note: If your a Loki RP Account you can use this as a starter, this is somehow my beginning of Sigyns Story with a backflash how they meet the first time an is only my headcanon, not based on the comics or the movies. The Time is when Loki is in Prison in Thor2. Please excuse mistakes, english is not my first language. The Song for the mood is Help me lose my mind from Disclosure.

Sigyn follows the steps down to the prisons. Her posture was determined not like the people that follwed her. They were convinced that she was making a mistake. It was her handmaiden Yrsa and her personal guard Theoric which she grew up with. She brought them with her from Vanaheim, because they were very loyal friends to her and that was was she needed. They tried to stop her from going to the prisons, but Sigyn was a stubborn person.

Maybe it was not a good idea to see her future husband, not after everything she heard of him. How much he changed since she saw him the last time. But there were too much oprn questions in her head. They began when her father told her that he was going to Asgard and enforce the debt, which was spoken thousand years ago. As if he cared for her place in Valhalla. What reason should be strong enough to let her get married to a criminal? Of course ot was on political purposes. Or he just wanted to get rid of her.

Sigyn didnt believed anymore that the day would come that she would marry Loki Odinson. How much she dreamed of this day as she was younger. More naive. She just was a kid and she thought she met the prince of her dreams, but he left her. He stopped writing letters. Then she heard things which didnt fit to the boy she knew.

Sigyn remembered everything as it was yesterday but in a really different world. She was a different person, he was someone else.

Funny, how all tragedies began was Prince Loki Odinson a prisoner in a cell of the palast of her Father, King Freyr of vanaheim and she heard of him, as she was ready to go the bed. She sneaked out in her nightdress to meet him and from the first moment she was hooked on him. She was young, a rose that began to glow but no one saw the woman she would be but Loki saw it from the beginning. She was never treated like this before and they spoke about magic and books. Sigyn was sure that maybe he started the fire in the village, but never meant to hurt anyone.

She was that sure, that she stand up for him as her father wanted to sentence him to death. Her family laughed at her, but she stayed stubborn, as she was. It was then, that her brother asked her if she was so sure then she should prove it and promise Loki that she would marry him when she comes to age.

There is something special about the promises of Vanir, they never break them. And there was a special promise for Vanir woman to bound them to a man forever. Sigyn spoke the words that bounded her to Loki Odinson and he accepted- not as he had a choice.

The two days the shared two kisses, in secret, two young kids in Love and he gifted a ring to her, but they happiness didn´t last long. They seperated but promised to keep writing letters everyday. Until 600 years later, it stopped.

Sigyn remembered that boy, he was gentle and soft, with some of pride that suited him well. He gave her all the attention she needed to feel loved but this picture didn´t fit to the things she heard of the man he became. She needed clearance, she needed to see him and make her self sure, who she is gonna to marry. If he´ll remember her? As the tradition wanted, Sigyn was wearing a veil that was so heavy embroiderd, that you can heartly see her face. She wore a blue dress, which was out of heavy fabric and touched the floor as she walked. Over it she wore a golden west which hat a small train. Under it she wore high shoes which made her twenty centimeters higher than she really was, all of her outfit was Vanir fashion, not like the soft dresses that the Aesir woman wrapped around their Body.

Every step she took deeper felt colder. Was it really a good idea? What kind of man she was going to find? She loved Loki with all her naive heart as she was younger, he was perfect for her even she saw his mischievous glances in his eyes of course but she was to good hearted to see the whole picture. There was fear in her, she knew she was not going to find the person he used to was but was he really that monster everyone told her? And how she should manage to be his wife? She wouldnt be a silence wife, she wouldnt let him hurt her but she searched for trust and understanding in a relationship. And when he was what everyone was saying she had to make a plan.

The prisons in Asgard were not looking like she imagined a prison, it was very light and a lot of glass. Just the prisoners behind the glasses told her different. She told her guard and her handmaid to stay where they´re standing, as she spotted the right cell. Theoric tried to protest, and she gave him a strong look. She couldnt see her face, but he knew her to well to know to stay were he was.

Every step she took towards his cell felt like an eternity. She felt the vibrations in her fingertips and stretched her fingers. No one should see how nervous she was. She was a princess, she was from royal blood, she was proud and she was strong. She fixed her eyes on the shape of the figure in the cell. The blonde Vanir could just see his back but she knew immeditialy that it was him. With a feeling of  unconsciousness she realized she would have recognized him everywhere, anytime. The way of his posture, the outlines of his body, the way he walked, the way he wears his hair was unreconisable Loki and caused a feeling in her she wouldnt expected. An Echo from what she felt for him as they met the last time. The fear, to miss him too much her heart would break, being attracted to him and the way he touched her not only physical- but also with his words. She couldn´t believe he would forget her- not when just the shadow of him could push her so far back in time.

No- this was just her weak mind, she was wiser know, she was the ruler of her emotions. The princess felt her heart beating so strong, that she could feel it in her neck.

“If this is not the happiest man in the nine realms” came a dry voice from her. It was something he had wrote her, but would he remember? She couldnt silence her sarkasm, it could help her in such a situation to keep her sanity. She stepped on the small step, that surrounded his cell but dared to step to near to the glass.

“Its somehow romantic, the prison thing. I think we should keep the idea for our wedding anniversary”