𝓡𝓔𝓒𝓞𝓡𝓓 𝓞𝓕 𝓡𝓐𝓖𝓝𝓐𝓡𝓞𝓚 × 𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓓𝓔𝓡 𝓞𝓝𝓔𝓢𝓗𝓞𝓣𝓢

THE GREATEST DECEPTION

Loki × Reader

The heavens no longer shimmered with gold.

Clouds hung low over the divine palace, heavy with sorrow, as {Name} stood alone in the Temple of Union, where gods once pledged eternity. Her golden gown lay crumpled around her feet, stained by tears that would not stop. The wedding bands were still warm in her hand, one engraved with runes of prosperity, the other with symbols of mischief—runes that now mocked her with their emptiness.

He had not even denied it.

Loki, the God of Mischief, had met her gaze with a quiet, callous defiance. No tricks. No illusions. Just the awful truth that stripped her soul bare.

He had been with Sigyn.

Not once. Not a fleeting lapse of judgment. But for months—long before the engagement, long before the whispered promises beneath celestial veils.

{Name}’s voice had trembled when she asked, “Was it just your nature, or was it deliberate?”

Loki had only smiled—a sad, maddening thing—and replied, “With her, it felt easy.”

That was the moment something inside {Name} shattered.

And now, she sat where stardust once danced, her trembling fingers curled around the altar stone as if gripping the past could somehow change it. But even the gods cannot reverse what has been spoken in truth.

“{Name}…”

The voice drifted in like perfume and regret. Sigyn stood behind her, radiant and unapologetic. Her beauty hadn’t dimmed, not even in the shadow of betrayal.

{Name} did not turn. “You have a strange sense of comfort, showing your face here.”

“I didn’t come to offer comfort,” Sigyn said. “I came to say I didn’t mean to fall into this.”

{Name} laughed bitterly. “So, you simply tripped into my fiancé’s bed? How clumsy of you.”

Sigyn sighed, stepping closer, her eyes strangely soft. “Loki came to me broken, doubting his own worth. I tried to resist, but he was… hungry for affection. For being seen.”

“You mean for being worshipped,” {Name} said coldly.

“No,” Sigyn said, quieter now. “He felt invisible in your perfection. You gave him a palace, stability, a future written in gold. And he... is none of those things.”

{Name} stood, fury trembling beneath her skin. “So, because I loved him too much—because I gave him peace—he chose chaos?”

Sigyn didn’t answer. Her silence was worse than any excuse.

“I gave him everything,” {Name} whispered. “My realm, my name, my heart. And he gave me lies.”

Sigyn looked pained. “You weren’t meant to find out this way.”

“Oh, but how would you have preferred it?” {Name} asked, voice rising. “Should I have walked in on you during your divine rendezvous? Would that have satisfied your aesthetic sense of tragedy?”

“I never meant to hurt you,” Sigyn murmured.

“But you did. And he let you.”

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Across the realm, Loki watched from his solitary tower, where illusions no longer danced at his fingertips. He had stripped away all pretense—what good were tricks when the truth had already done more damage than deception ever could?

He remembered the day he first saw Sigyn and {Name} side by side.

Sigyn was desire incarnate—wild, immediate, magnetic. She spoke in riddles of longing and need. But {Name}… {Name} was home. She was the steady sun that rose even when he fell into his darkest thoughts.

And yet he had strayed.

Not because Sigyn offered something {Name} didn’t—but because he was never enough to hold the life {Name} built for him. He had felt small beside her light. So he reached for something reckless, something fleeting. Something that mirrored his own broken nature.

When {Name} confronted him, she hadn’t screamed. She had simply looked at him like he was a stranger. That hurt more than any curse ever could.

And now she was gone.

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At the edge of the cosmos, {Name} stood before the Tree of Echoes, where the voices of the past whispered through time. She clutched the remnants of her vows and cast them into the stars.

“I would have forgiven him for falling out of love,” she whispered. “But not for lying. Not for making me plan forever while he carved secret moments into someone else’s skin.”

From the distance, a breeze stirred, scented with faded illusions and regret.

Sigyn watched from afar, eyes glistening. Even gods, it seemed, could make mortal mistakes.

And Loki… he sat in the silence of what he had destroyed, whispering apologies to a sky that no longer listened.

In the wake of their love, the heavens bore scars. And somewhere in the vast quiet, the Goddess of Prosperity wove a new future—one without him. One where she was more than what she had been reduced to: a discarded vow, a forgotten heart, a casualty of another’s selfishness.

She would heal. Slowly. Fiercely.

But she would never forget.

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