Author's Note: Sigyn is a mysterious figure in Norse mythology. We know she was the wife of Loki, and when Loki was sentenced to his imprisonment in punishment for the death of Baldur, Sigyn chose to remain with Loki, catching in a bowl the venom that drips from the snake placed over him. She gave him two sons and it is the intestines of one of those sons that binds Loki. Her name means "victory woman" and an image of her holding a bowl above Loki appears in ancient stone work. But aside from that, we know nothing about her, not what she was goddess of, her history, her powers, or why she chose to remain with her husband.
In the movie Thor, Sigyn does not appear at all. In fact, as far as we know in the movie, Loki has no romantic attachments. However, she's become a popular figure in fanfiction, kind of a proxy for OC's, because she can be whoever the author wants her to be.
This is my Loki love story, which begins with Sigyn. I'm setting it after The Avengers. To do this, I'm going to have to assume an ending. I doubt this ending will take place, but this is a story that took root in my mind, and it ain't going to leave me alone until I tell it. So, here we go...
When I was little, my mother told me stories about the gods and goddesses of Asgard. I listened with rapture to tales about wise Odin, gilded Heimdell, brash Thor, and the trickster, Loki. Most girls grew up wanting to dress up as Beauty or Rapunzel. I always wanted to Sif or Frigga. One Hallowe'en, I even dared to dress as Hel, goddess of death.
But there was one story that was my absolute favorite. It was our whole family's favorite, because we were in it. Or, rather, it was about where we started.
Once upon a time, there was a goddess named Sigyn. Sigyn held the power of fire. She could create anything she wanted in the fires of her hearth. And with her magic honey, she could cure any illness or wound. The bees that made her honey obeyed her every command, and she sometimes used them to spy on the other gods. On occasion, she would give Loki information, but for a price. She was also a fierce warrior and if Thor or Odin were going into battle, Sigyn wasn't far behind.
Odin, having much admired Sigyn for a long time, bid her to marry his son Thor. But Sigyn was repulsed by Thor. She saw him as nothing more than an arrogant boy, too used to getting his own way. She declared to the Allfather that if she were to be made to marry Thor, she would leave Asgard, never to return. Because of her ferocity and magic, Odin did not wish to lose her. So, he offered his second son, Loki, as an alternative.
But Sigyn did not want Loki, either. She wanted to marry whom she willed. Sigyn did everything with her whole heart; she could never marry a man she didn't love. But she did not want to leave Asgard, for it was home to her. Turning from the Allfather, she ran into her gardens to cry.
Loki, who did not want to marry Sigyn either, told his father he would talk to her. Perhaps she would see reason.
He went to Sigyn and tried to convince her to marry Thor, explaining that her love could make him grow up. But Sigyn simply repeated her declaration that she could not marry a man she didn't love. Then Loki tried to convince her to marry him.
"We need strong warriors," he said. "Would you abandon Asgard to her enemies? And am I so bad? We could come to love each other."
But Sigyn refused. Only the greatest love could make her marry, she insisted. And though Loki was just as handsome, if not more so, than his brawny brother, she did not love him. In fact, there were days she wondered if she even liked him because of his trickery, but she did not say that.
Finally, he offered a compromise.
"Agree to be my betrothed," he said, "but if you find someone else you like better, I will release you."
"But your father will push us to wed," she said.
"We cannot marry until the betrothal has lasted one year. We have that long."
Sigyn, not seeing another option other than self-imposed exile, agreed. Loki returned to Odin, who agreed to the terms. But no one believed Sigyn would find anyone. She had never shown interest in any of the men that lived in Asgard, or any of the other eight realms. Some whispered that she was completely incapable of love, and had a heart of stone.
Loki, for his part, immediately set himself on a quest to find someone for Sigyn. He visited all of the realms, bearing back to Sigyn tales of the prowess of the great warriors there. But she was not interested in any of them.
To keep up the pretense of their betrothal, Loki began spending more time with her. He quickly learned that, though her skill at the blade was matched only by Lady Sif, her real joy came from her hearth, garden, and bees. He realized that maybe a warrior's heart did not match her own. So, he crisscrossed the nine realms, looking for anyone who loved gardens and bees like her. But he found no one.
Finally, in a fit of despair, Loki sat by the sea in Midgard. It was only one month before their wedding. As he sat, he noticed a bee in a nearby flower. It reminded him of Sigyn's bees, and he idly wondered if the goddess was watching him. The bee buzzed away and, feeling curious, Loki followed.
The bee led him to the home of a beekeeper, a young man named Emmerich. Loki watched him the whole day and, seeing on his face the same joy as on Sigyn's, wondered if he had found Sigyn's mate. In the evening, he disguised himself as a woman and approached Emmerich in his garden.
"Young man," he said, "may I purchase some of your honey?"
"Why, yes, grandmother," Emmerich replied. "I have not seen you before. Are you new to the village?"
"I am merely traveling." He gave money for the honey and gripped the pot in his hand. "And where is your wife, this evening?"
"I am not married, grandmother."
"What? No wife? Well, at least a betrothed, then."
"I am not betrothed."
"Why ever not? You are a handsome young man."
"I am waiting for the right woman, one who will work with me in the garden and among my bees."
Loki, in the guise of an old woman, smiled. "Well, patience, for such a virtue is often rewarded."
When he returned to Asgard, he went straight to Sigyn, who was having her evening meal in her garden.
"Why does my lord smile so?" Sigyn asked.
"I have come from Midgard," he replied.
"And what did you do there?"
"Nothing of consequence. It is spring there, you know, and some of the flowers are very beautiful."
Sigyn eyed him suspiciously but asked no more questions. When it was time for dessert, Loki ordered for plain bread to be brought.
"Plain bread," said Sigyn, "is hardly dessert."
He only smiled. When the bread came, he said, "When I was in Midgard, admiring the flowers, I saw a bee."
"Bees are common enough creatures."
"I followed the bee to a beekeeper. A young man named Emmerich. Have you heard of him?"
"I have no need to go to Midgard."
"He is the greatest beekeeper, and his honey knows no parallel." With that, he took out the jar. "Would my lady like to try some?"
Sigyn, intrigued, tried some of the honey on the bread and declared that it was wonderful. In fact, it was as good as her own honey.
"Interesting," remarked Loki, "that there should be someone like this in Midgard, by the sea?"
The next day, Sigyn took the Bifrost to Midgard and sought out the young man. From the shadows of the forest, she watched him, and with every moment, grew to love him more and more. Finally, unable to resist, she approached Emmerich in all her beauty. The young man was overcome by it and shielded his eyes. Sigyn dimmed her light and pleaded for him to look on her. When he did, he fell in love.
They spent one week together, working in the garden and among the bees. Each day was happier than the last. No two people were better matches for the other. Though they were strangers to each other, they spoke and worked together as if they had known each other their entire lives. At week's end, she returned to Asgard and declared her love for the Midgardian. She would leave to go be with him, having decided that no sacrifice was too great as long as she were with her Emmerich.
The whole court was thrown into an uproar. Odin tried to dissuade her, even threatening her, but Sigyn, refusing to be intimidated by the great Allfather, stood her ground.
Finally, Odin said, "If you go, you cannot take your immortality. You will be human, through and through. You will grow old and die."
"As long as I am with Emmerich, that does not matter to me. I only ask that I can take my bees with me."
"Your bees will not live on the nectar of Midgard's flowers. You will be condemning them to a slow death. But I will allow you to take your armor and sword."
Sigyn, seeing the wisdom in his words, agreed. Frigga, who had been silent up until then, stepped forward and said, "May the seed of your power and immortality pass on to your children, from daughter and daughter, until comes the day when a chosen daughter walks the halls of Asgard again."
Sigyn thanked Frigga for her blessing, collected her sword and armor, and left Asgard, never to return. She settled with Emmerich and lived a long and happy life. She taught her daughters the story, as well as everything she knew about beekeeping, fighting, and magic. The three daughters became renowned for their prowess. The eldest inherited Sigyn's sword and armor when Sigyn finally died, having outlived her Emmerich by a decade.
And this eldest daughter passed on the items, as well as the story and knowledge, to her daughter, and so forth and so on down to the present day. With each generation, there came the hope that one of Sigyn's blood would walk the halls of Asgard again.
When I turned sixteen, my mother gave me the sword and armor.
"Maybe," she said, "our time has finally come."