I do not know how often I will be able to update this with school and all, but I will do my best. Since Sigyn has almost no background in Norse Mythology, and only some in the Marvel comics, I will be kinda creating her from scratch. This is set after The Avengers, and could possibly be my own idea of what Thor 2 should be like (yes people, they are making it). This is only my second story, so please do not flame. Any critiques/compliments are great to read, and you guys can suggest future chapter ideas or titles if you want. I may or may not consider them because I already know where this is going, but if I do use an idea suggested I will definitely give that person credit.
This shouldn't have to be mentioned...but:
I do not own these characters, they belong to Marvel and I have no intention of using them for any purposes to gain money, take over the world, etc. This was made purely for entertainment purposes.
Lastly, I must thank my Beta Reader Indigoxsoul for her wonderful help in deciphering my jumbled mess I call a story.
Hope you guys enjoy this!
Prologue: Spark of the Past:
A young girl was running down one of the many gravel paths in the garden. She had golden shoulder-length hair, and was wearing a silvery blue-green dress. Her face seemed familiar to him, but he could not place it. Her face was bright with a smile, and her green eyes seemed to glow with playful mischief. Suddenly, from behind her came two other figures; two boys, one with blond hair who seemed to be a couple of years older than the girl, and one with black hair who looked to be about the same age as her. He knew the two as himself, Loki, and his brother Thor. They were both drenched with water from a practical joke. Thor, the faster of the two, seemed to be annoyed while Loki, in one of his rare moments, was smiling, and a very mischievous smile at that.
-It was a dream. Loki knew it, but he could not wake himself from it. He shuddered in his sleep, but the dream continued.-
The girl disappeared around one of the walls of shrubbery and he could see himself behind Thor starting to phase through the green wall of foliage and vines. When he had come through to the other side the girl had not yet reached him. He quickly hid around the bend, waiting for her. Loki could hear the soft pounding her feet made as she ran on the gravel pathway. She was close. So close that he could see her elongated shadow nearing the edge of the corner he was hiding beside. He put his hands closer together and they began to glow, lighting up his face with a sickly green aura. The girl rounded the bend sharply and slid next to Loki and whispered innocently, "Do you think he'll fall for it?"
"Knowing my brother as I do, he will not be able to resist the temptation of a brawl," said Loki with a wicked grin as he looked into the girl's eyes. She smiled sweetly back at him, and he looked away, his grin wavering as the light between his fingers dimmed ever so slightly. He looked back up when he heard the crunch of gravel. "Here he comes," he whispered.
-Loki was now tossing in his bed. He hated dreams, they were worse than nightmares. Especially if they were old memories. His hair had begun to stick to his face from perspiration.-
At sixteen, Thor was a hulking body of muscles and testosterone and blond hair, and when he had come around the corner he expected to find Loki waiting for him to finish his prank, but what he came to see was his friend Sigyn sitting in the middle of the path...and...of all things, crying. He walked up to her and knelt down. "What is wrong, Sigyn? You are not one to cry." He paused awkwardly when she did not respond. "Sigyn," he said again, this time a little more seriously. "What is wrong? Was it that trickster brother of mine again?" Still Sigyn did not respond. From a hill a little distance away Loki and Sigyn crouched, waiting to see how Thor would react. "Sigyn, will you look at me," commanded Thor. He reached out for her wrists, but his hands went straight through them. The crying was no longer crying anymore, but laughter. Thor looked at the hologram of Sigyn with disgust as he pulled his hands away. Suddenly it looked up at him, and that made him jump. But quickly the scene changed, it went from dream to nightmare. Thor was no longer standing before Sigyn, but instead it was Loki. The sky around had grown almost black, and only the moon shone. The light it gave off was dark, and it was shrouded by a pallor green mist. The surroundings were, instead of beautiful green foliage, cold, glaring stone walls. The green eyes of Sigyn, which were unwavering, were piercing him and he couldn't appear to move. He began to panic inside; he could not move. That moment under Sigyn's stare seemed to last forever.
-Loki, in his bed, was now tossing more viciously and was moaning. If only he'd awaken from this torture!-
The young Loki was for once in his life speechless, his silver tongue still. After another agonizing moment had passed, Loki spoke. "Sigyn?" he breathed softly. She started to chuckle again. Drops of cold sweat ran down his neck and between his shoulder blades. "Sigyn," he spoke again, this time louder than before. Her chuckle became a high pitched laugh. He took a step forward towards her. Her laughing suddenly stopped. "Gotcha!" she said as she leaped towards him, her hologram self becoming live, poisonous snakes. He yelled, but before they reached him he awoke.
Loki woke up screaming. "NO!" He was breathing heavily, his hair sticking to the back of his neck and his face. He looked down at the bed he lay in, the sheets were twisted and in knots. The pillow his head had been resting on was almost as wet as if one had poured a glass of water on it. He ran his pale fingers through his sticky, jet black hair, and swung his feet over the edge of the bed. They hit with a slap as he lifted his thin, light frame from the mattress. Walking over to the doors that lead out onto the small balcony, he opened them violently, and felt a bitterly cold breeze sting his bare chest and arms. He didn't mind it in the least, the sting felt good to him. He smiled wickedly and for a brief moment it took his thoughts from her. He sighed deeply. But as he did his face became hard again, Sigyn's stare came back into his mind and he remembered. Remembered all the times she, Thor, and he would play Asgardian and Midgardian games (tag being their favorite from Midgard). The time he and Sigyn had stole a few precious moments together and she had kissed him on his right cheek. His face began to burn, not a feeling he liked in the least. He quickly and angrily shut the doors. He did not want to remember her for some reason he did not know himself; he just didn't.
He walked out of his cool green chambers into the open hallway, down it, and into a room lit dimly by glowing purple orbs. In the center was a pillar of gray stone, cut in the shape of a hexagon. In the very center of the pillar was a large silver basin, and in it the purest, clearest, most still water one could imagine. Below the pillar were three steps, he walked up these to see into the bowl. Looking into the shallow basin, he saw his reflection. A cold, flat reflection; he sneered at it. Speaking softly into the air, the water began to slowly ripple from the center outwards. The purple orbs began to glow brighter, lighting the room just enough so that Loki could see the inscriptions on the pillar. What he spoke was "Slå på, åpner for å vise meg lyset" which translated means "turn on, open to show me the light."
The bowl, from its depths, began to glow a blue-ish color. Loki looked at it for a moment, hesitating on whether or not he should look back into the bowl once he asked what he wanted to see. Then he spoke. "Show me Sigyn." The water began to ripple again, and the light dimmed slightly as the colors came into focus. He saw her, beautiful as ever he had seen her before. Her golden locks longer, just past her shoulders, and her green eyes, ever piercing. She was riding a gray dapple horse as she came to the gates of...He stared at the image in the bowl...She was back in Asgard. His expression throughout this had not changed, but his eyes had a different, almost softer tinge to them. He waved his hand over the bowl. There was a small puff of white smoke that came from the edges of the silver basin and floated downwards, and the now brightly lit purple orbs turned back to a simmer of color. The room was now almost black, and from within the darkness came a darker, blacker voice.
"I am coming Sigyn. I am coming for you."