Serenity | Loki Fanfiction

Who She Really Is.

She awoke, automatically blinking tears away from her eyes. She glanced out toward the balcony and saw that dawn was coming up over the hills in the distance. She got up and grimace. She felt numb from the waist down. Wordlessly, she went out and stood on the balcony. The view was beautiful, but she was too overwhelmed to really take notice. What she had seen in her dreams was absolutely stunning and all-too horrifying. She never thought that she would be so incredibly beautiful as a child and it was true. She had never seen a girl with such pale skin and bright blue eyes. Her blonde hair was much darker currently, than it was when she was a child. She wished that she would have had the platnium color still. 

She never knew how Loki and her met as a child. That was quickly answered. She smiled back to the memory of him smiling so broadly at her and herself taking his hand, allowing him to whisk her somewhere in the castle. She could only imagine what antics her and Loki got into when they became close friends. Unfortunately, she never saw that in the return of her memories. She never saw how close the others became to her until the hunting memory. Her smile widened slightly at the sight of herself hitting Volstagg for his careless error and the others laughing. She could only imagine how disappointed their parents must have been, finding out that they let the creature go.

Then her smile faded. Her father had let her go in such a cruel manner. Something in her heart told her that he was just trying to do it quick, like ripping off a band-aid, but she wasn't entirely convinced. She couldn't really get rid of him in her mind, either. He was tall and slender, making her elf origin obvious. He had the same platnium hair she had been born with and it was straight and down to his shoulders. She now had an idea on where she got her slightly pointed ears and fair skin from. She whispered the name given to her by her mother. Sabrina sounded so dull compared to who she really was. 

"Syrin?" She glanced over her shoulder to see Frigga approaching her. 

"Yes, Frigga?" Syrin looked back out to the sunrise and sighed when she realized she missed most of it.

"You remember it now, don't you?" Frigga walked up beside her.

"I remember most of it." Syrin nodded once, straightening her back. "And I feel absolutely terrible. Everyone who knew me and was close to me was lost until I had my memories returned. Now, I have to rekindle the relationships I had."

"That is not your fault." Frigga laid a gentle hand on her arm, sending goosebumps across the skin. 

"You know something?" She looked at Frigga with the smallest smile. "I've never wanted answers to  anything in my life until I came here. Now, I feel like I want answers to everything."

"It's because you can get the answers, darling." Frigga smiled back at her. "Everything you want to know can be sought out by people, or yourself."

"And I've never been happier." 

For the first time in years, she willingly hugged someone. She felt Frigga laugh, but when she pulled back, she saw her eyes filled with tears. Syrin gently reached up and wiped away a stray. 

"I cannot believe how long it's been, Frigga." Syrin smiled.

"It has been too long." She laughed once more, blinking the tears away. "Let us never do that again."

"Agreed." Syrin nodded quickly.

"Wait here." Frigga said suddenly and left the room.

Syrin was not going to leave, for she really had nowhere to go. She waited patiently until Frigga came back. She did after a little while, holding a dress in her grasp. Syrin stripped down and slipped into the one being offered. She was amazed to see that it seemed to compliment her well. It was all white and came just to the bottom of her knees. The edge of the dress was embrodiered with sparkling stones and fancy shapes. In the center was a pale gold strap. The top was a v-neck with stitches that allowed the v to get a little lower without revealing too much. Underneath was gold and the straps fell of her shoulders, bearing a matching gold to the other parts of the dress.

"It's beautiful." Syrin said, gently running a hand through her knotted hair.

"Allow me." Frigga approached her.

With an unbelievably gentle touch, she eased the knots using nothing but her fingers. When she was finished, she gently tapped her neck with something that smelled wonderful.

"Lemongrass, mandarin, and black pepper." She said simply. "Your father adores that scent as much as I do."

"Why am I getting so dressed up?" She looked at Frigga. "Well, not to be rude, or anything. I don't mind..."

"Shortly after you were asleep," Frigga chuckled and began to mess with her hair once more. "My brother, Freyr, was able to send a letter to Odin. He requested a large banquet to celebrate your arrival."

"Will he be here?" Syrin suddenly felt nervous. 

"He will." Just the sound of Frigga's voice made her relax. "And he is looking forward to seeing his lovely chiske again."

"Chiske." Syrin repeated and then frowned. "What does that mean?"

"It is a nickname for a younger loved one." Frigga said. 

"I remember being called that." Syrin said and then laughed a bit. "I actually remember something."

Frigga laughed as well and removed her hands. Syrin glanced at her reflection and saw that her hair had been braided and somehow stayed without a band of any kind. She smiled and looked at Frigga. She was more of a mother than anyone had ever been, but also like a sister. After a few minutes of truly idle conversation, she was lead out of the room and into an open walkway. It gave off an incredible view of the city. She was captivated by the way the sun gleamed off of the golds and bronzes of the buildings.

"I heard you took the antidote." Sif's voice made her turn.

"I did." Syrin smiled broadly. "And at the banquet tonight, remind me to greet Volstagg in the one way I remember."

"You won't." She smiled, but her eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Oh, I will." Syrin nodded with a confident grin. "Just watch me."

"So, what is it like to remember everything again?" Sif asked, joining her as she walked down the open corridor. 

"It's both horrifying and amazing." Syrin answered honestly. "I mean, I never could find out why I never remembered, and now I know everything about me. Well, almost everything."

"You can never truly know everything about yourself." Sif nodded and walked down a large staircase with her. "If you did, your life would be boring."

"I never could have said it better." Syrin chuckled. "So, you are coming this evening, right?"

"I wouldn't dare miss it." Sif smiled. "I'll go and let the others know and help spread the word." 

"Thanks." Syrin said as her friend continued to decend the staircase. 

She watched her until she was gone within the crowd of the marketplace. She then turned her attention to the people before her. They didn't seem like royals, but they certainly weren't without anything they needed. She smiled at the sight of some children chasing each other, wooden swords and shields high above their head. 

"The window is open, so's that door," She let herself sing, not really caring who heard. "I didn't know they did that anymore, who knew we own eight thousand salad plates?"

"For years I roamed these empty halls, why have a ballroom with no balls?" She continued. "Finally they're opening up the gates. There'll be actual real live people and it'll be totally strange, but wow, am I so ready for this change!"

"I really like your voice, ma'am." She looked up from her spot on the stairs to see a little brunette girl. 

"Thank you." Syrin smiled.

The little girl sprinted off after that, but it didn't stop Syrin from laughing. The little girl was met by a few of her friends and they giggled and talked amongst themselves. She watched as a boy walked by and waved at them, causing the girls to get wide eyed and start giggling once more. It reminded her of when she was young. Although, she couldn't stare at them for too long without getting nostalgic about nothing in particular.