Fated {Loki Fanfiction}

Prologue

   The serpent hung from the tree branch helplessly, venom dripping from its fangs in an endless stream. Right below the creature was a man. His arms and legs shackled to the great rock he leaned upon. His dark hair was tousled and his eyes were blood shot. The deadly venom would have seared his face had there not been a bowl breaking the stream, catching every drop.

   The bowl was held by a woman. Her golden hair seemed to glow and her caring hazel eyes gazed at the man so intensely, one could feel that she’d do anything for him. The bowl gradually got heavier in her hands.

“It’s full again,” she whispered. She moved to empty it and as she did, the stream of venom fell on the man’s face.

   The man yelled out in pain and struggled against his shackles. A loud rumbling noise came from somewhere far away. Quickly, the woman brought the bowl back to catch the poisonous liquid. She wiped the man’s face with the hem of her dress.

    The man’s skin steamed from the toxic fluid. He sighed, tired.

“Sigyn, you need not do this. I keep you from your priorities on Asgard,” the man said in a very low voice.

   The woman smiled at him kindly. 

“Is that concern, Loki? This will be the first time it is heard of,” she said,” I cannot leave you to this fate, it is as painful for me as it is for you.”

   For a second, the man’s eyes betrayed relief but the usual rage and anger returned in a moment.

“The day draws near. I shall be free from this infernal prison,” he growled,” and we will make those pompous gods pay for what they have done.”

“Must you always have revenge, Loki?” the woman sighed sadly.

“Do you not understand Sigyn?” the man said, his tone sharp,” all my life I have been underestimated. It has always been Thor getting all the glory while I rot in his shadow. The other gods consider me a nuisance and more than once, they cast me away. I am meant to be king, Sigyn. But does Odin agree? No. Instead, he plans to give the throne to Thor, the reckless oaf, and binds me to this rock in hopes that I die.”

   The man paused to take in a seething breath. The woman remained silent as she watched him with concern.

“I shall make them pay. And my chance draws near. Those gods—,” he spat out the word,” will wish they were never against me.”

   Sigyn gently shook her beautiful head and stroked Loki’s hair. She kissed him affectionately on the cheek.

“I wish you would just relax, my little mischievous knight. The gods know their fault for mistreating you and—“ Sigyn started but she was cut off by Loki.

“Do not try to comfort me, woman. You know nothing.” With that, Loki closed his eyes, shutting Sigyn out.

   Sigyn clamped her mouth shut. She steadied the bowl with both hands.

   Ofcourse she knew what he was talking about. She had heard about this from the other gods and goddesses when they held a council. They called it the Ragnarok and they feared that it would bring about the destruction of everything as they knew it.

   The gods even began preparations for the day it came even with the knowledge that it would all be in vain. For like heroes in their tragic stories, they would fight valiantly to the end.

   Sigyn closed her eyes and prayed to Hlin, the goddess of protection and consolation, for Loki and for all the gods and goddesses as the bowl got heavier and heavier in her hands.