The lost goddess

Asgard

Lady Sigyn, Goddess of Victory, future wife of Prince Loki, and princess of Asgard, daughter of Freya, goddess of love, was currently climbing down the golden walls of Asgard using a very shit rope to do so. 

She was a fool, a complete and utter fool, and if she fell, well, she was pretty sure she deserved it. 

But she had to try and escape anyway, no matter the potential death that came with her terrible plan. 

She was only three-hundred and fifty years old, practically a child, and yet she was arranged to be married in only a few years to Prince Loki, who she constantly pointed out was also a child too, and a horrible, sullen one at that, so she had to escape Asgard before it was too late. 

She felt bad for the Prince, he hadn't done anything wrong really, and Sigyn didn't dislike him, she just didn't want to be his wife. Or have his children. Or spend the rest of her life with him. 

Really, she didn't want to be with him at all, but that wasn't his fault. 

Taking a deep breath, Sigyn slid quickly down the rope, landing ungracefully, but thankfully alive, in Queen Frigga's flower bed, before rushing to the stables and saddling up her horse. Poor Equuleus was terrified by the sudden visit and started whinnying loudly, but luckily Sigyn shut her up with a carrot, before jumping up onto the saddle and forcing Equuleus into a gallop. 

She could hear guards shouting as she fled, the Palace now blaring with noise as they realized the future Princess had fled, but Sigyn didn't dwell on the noise, instead, she pushed Equuleus further and sped down the Bifrost, praying silently to Valhalla as she did. 

Hopefully, Heimdall would aid her in her escape, but she couldn't be sure. Still, she had to try.  

Nearing the observatory, and forcing Equuleus to a stop, Sigyn hopped out of the saddle and rushed forward towards the patiently waiting Heimdall. 

"Heimdall, I need your help." She whispered, stopping before him and wringing her hands nervously, "Please."

"Lady Sigyn, I am under strict orders to keep you on Asgard." Explained Heimdall, giving her the smallest, sad smile. 

"Oh please, Heimdall." Begged Sigyn, kneeling down before him, tears streaming from her blue eyes, "Please, I must go."

Pity overtook Heimdall's face, and carefully he reached down and pulled Sigyn up, before leading her towards the edge of the observatory and placing her before the hole that led to space. 

"If I send you away, you will never be able to return." Explained Heimdall, his sword clasped in his hand as he took his place in the center of the room. 

"I understand." Whispered Sigyn, glancing back at him and catching a glance at the now approaching guards, "Thank you."

"Anytime, Sigyn." Said Heimdall, before placing his sword in the holder and twisting it quickly. 

Sigyn felt herself flung forward, light and colour racing past her, and before she could cry out, the world had gone black and the air had vanished from her lungs, leaving her cold and unconscious in a place she didn't know. 

... ... ...

"Oh John, look." Whispered Mary, pulling her grumbling husband forward and nearing the small bundle hidden in the bushes. 

"Mary, it's getting dark," muttered John, trying to pull her back, "if we don't go back to the village-"

"Oh shush, John, I'll just be a minute." Snapped Mary, pushing her way into the bush and gasping as she did. 

Inside, laying on the floor asleep and dirtied was a small girl, maybe seven years old. She had the most beautiful black hair that hung to her waist, and the palest skin that Mary had ever seen, paler than the few Lords and Ladies that she had come across, but her flesh was littered with cuts and bruises, even a few whip marks lay along her back, revealed through the torn, ripped shreds of her formerly gorgeous dress. 

Clearly, this child was some kind of aristocrat or lady, but she had been abandoned, left for dead, and now, only Mary and John could save her.

"John, come and help me." Instructed Mary, pulling out of the bush and pushing John in, "Pick her up, we're taking her home."

"But Mary-" argued John, retreating with the girl, the small girl cradled gently in his arms. 

"But nothing John, come let's go." Snapped Mary, strolling off, smirking as John obediently followed. 

"Mary, we don't even know her name." Said John, hurrying up beside her, still cradling the girl carefully. 

"Yes, we do." Said Mary, grinning at her confused husband, before gently reaching towards the girl and lifitng up the engraved golden necklace hung around her neck, "It's Sigyn."