The Sorceress of Asgard (Loki & Sigyn)

«Chapter 24: Pain»

TW: Self Harm, Panic Attack, Suicidal Thoughts ish, Eating disorders, Traumatic Pain, (Idk what to call this)

Week 2

Darkness gripped a hold of my body and made me watch that scene over and over again. The way the light from the acid reflected against the dagger as is plunged through my mother's heart. Am I even worthy enough to call her that?

The weak, pathetic soul he couldn't even stand up to protect her mother and let her die in front of her eyes. Blood oozed from her body and the light left her eyes. I pulled on this invisible thread holding me back. Screamed and shouted at her to get up. Cursed Lorelei's birth, existence everything. Cursed this stupid world for throwing this pain and agony towards me. Not letting me take a breath as it continued to drag me deeper and deeper into the cold waters.

My throat was dry and sweat dripped from my forward, but I simply stood there. Watching as her blood dripped to the cavern floor. Air left my lungs, and it didn't seem to return. Hands gripped my limp yet screaming body towards a pit of acid, dragging me in with them.

I screamed, shouted, and thrashed so hard it felt as if my throat was bleeding. I needed to get to her. Wake up please. I deserve this. The High Gods simply sent this down as a punishment for watching an innocent soul. For her blood being on my hands wasn't enough for them.

My body started shaking, my lungs were still not filled with air as a bright hand from above gripped onto me and dragged me out of this Helheim.

I shot and tried to catch a breath of air. Where was I? Where's the acid? No take me back, I deserved it. I deserved death. Please take me back.

"Please take me back, please, please," I sobbed and tried to shake off the cold hands gripping my wrists.

Beautiful green eyes stared deep into my own. Saying words I could not hear, didn't want to hear.

"Shhh, darling, it's me it's me," his soft hand cupped my cheek and wiped my tear-stained face.

"No take me back please, please," his green magic gently pushed a breeze of air into my lungs. Only for me to continue sobbing.

"Darling, I'm not letting you go back," he let go of my wrists and pulled me into a hug.

My tears wet his black tunic, but he didn't care. He had been coming here every day for the past two weeks. To make me eat and bring me more food when he noticed a threw it away, to wake me up from pain-filled sleeps or to simply sit with his arms wrapped around me.

I gently put my arms around him and welcomed the air he pushed into my body. Loki pressed a gentle kiss to my temple and beckoned me to lie back down.

"No!" I tightened my grip on his shirt, "Please,"

His green eyes softened, and he put his strong arms under my legs and used his other to support my head. He used his magic to open the door and he silently carried me to his room. Every single person in the castle heard my screams, every single night. Including my father. Yet he never once came.

Frigga had come multiple times and so had Thor. But I could never accept the warmth of a mother a felt from her and golden radiance from him. Just like my mother. Loki and I were different. He was different. He was the only person I'd let.

He pushed open his door and gently place me on his bed. A let a torch burn throughout the night as he wrapped his arms around me and used his seidr to let me drift into a dreamless sleep.

Week 4

Loki did not deserve the burden of taking care of me each night. So I placed a sound protection spell on my room. Yet every night he would still come and bring a cup of his tea. And every night he would say,