The Old Gods | Book 2

Twenty Two: All For You

The doors open with an escape of compressed air and the chamber in which Loki is held is presented before her. Heart pounding inside her chest, Sigyn stepped into the room. A circular glass prison is centered in a large chamber. Hydraulic claws gripping the cell with a very long way down - Sigyn can feel the gentle draft that the drop below the cell presented.

What to do with her hands? She slowly circled the room. Boots clanking with the metal grates. His eyes stared at her like an animal from the bench where he sat. Staring at her from beneath his brow. He smirked at her as she walked up the ramp and to the thick glass prison that separated them.

Loki rose to his feet. His physique is different. More built, more leaner. As if he somehow grew taller and larger. His hair of black is longer in the back and more choppy. His facial features are more structured and toned. He had the body of a god and not a boy anymore.

The lovers are finally alone together since Loki's return. It is easy to ignore the cameras watching them when all they can see is each other. Both have suffered greatly to be brought to this moment in time and neither can hardly come to terms that they are both here and now.

What can they say?

How can they begin to speak to each other after all this time...

You can see Sigyn's nervousness and she said very softly, "This is all very surreal." she tried to laugh. It didn't work. Her own reflection in the glass stares back at her. The blunder of misfortune on her face.

He smiled. It is still the same smile, she thanked the Norns. "Yes." he glanced away for a moment, then back. "I knew you would come to me eventually." he spoke, a voice laced with hidden meanings that still made her stomach turn in the way she liked. In the back of her mind, Sigyn had an inking that this was a clone; a shapeshifter in the from of her husband. It spoke with his voice and that made her doubt even more.

The tears in her eyes finally surfaced. She had so much to say and so much she rehearsed on her way here how she was going to say it all and standing before him now nothing came out of her mouth. It instead fell out into quick breaths.

He waited.

"I thought you dead." she croaked. "Yet here you are."

"I thought so for a time too." he replied.

Her eyes didn't stop studying every inch of him trying to find a fault that would reveal this isn't the real Loki. Perhaps the burden of guilt and sorrow and grief would go away if it wasn't the real him. "How do I know this isn't some illusion or a sick twisted trick? Who are you really?"

Loki's eyes fluttered away and she knows the look of when he is thinking deeply. Then quickly as he turned he said, "Nevermore, I pray to be with her once more, my life and joy." He laced his words with a charming undertone

It was those words that triggered a deep memory with Sigyn.

"In the coldest moon-tide, I would lay down beside thee and cease my beating heart, to be, the snow can take over me and I would cease to be. The winter, is too cold for me." he spoke of a poem he read to her long ago in Asgard's library when they snuck away to see each other.

Only they knew those words. "About two lovers?" she remembered, a tear falling down her cheek. "Where have you been all this time?" she cried. "I mourned you, I cried for you every night until being on Asgard became so unbearable! You left me alone there, Loki. Where did you go?" she begged for an answer. "Why didn't you come back to me if you were alive all this time?"

"You have every right to be angry with me, Siggy." he said to her, softly. "But there are things I cannot tell you."

"Cannot, or won't?" she corrected.