Long And Lost (Book II)

Ch.6: All those bridges, now old stone

How do you even begin to deal with the idea of you wife, who you thought was dead, isn't actually dead, and is currently stuck at the other side of the universe, working with people who thoroughly hate you?

Add on it that you yourself are stuck in a foreign planet, trying to sweet talk your way out of imprisonment, doing your best to impress a being as ancient as the universe itself who calls himself the Grandmaster and runs a fighting arena.

And, on top of that, your father is dead, you found out you have a sister (adopted!) that no one knew of, who is dead set on conquering Asgard and the rest of the nine realms. Thor is missing, Mjolnir is destroyed and Ragnarok is about to be unleashed.

Loki couldn't even pick a thing to start worrying about. Besides, he was still insanely jealous of that Becky or Bucky- whats-his-face. How dare he to even look at his wife? That annoying, pesky, unworthy little piece of-- mortal.

After ages of locking away his feelings, they were now overflowing. The worst of all was hope. Underneath the pain, the betrayal, the frustration, the distrust, and the fear, there was that tiny little glimmer of hope. Hope that once this was all over he could get to be happy again.
Even if he didn't exactly feel like he deserved it.

People asked for a monster, and he had become one. He had been born one.
With a dull empty feeling he realized Sigyn didn't know of his true parentage, and he couldn't do that to her.
Loki dropped on the makeshift bed, head between his hands, still trying to make his head cope. Focus, one crisis at the time.

"You're going to give yourself an aneurysm."

Loki jumped from the bed and nearly fell. "Sigyn." It wasn't really her, but a projection, sitting on the far side of the tiny room. He sat straight again, smoothing down his vest. "What is an aneurysm?"

Sigyn chuckled. "Right, not a term you'd come across in Asgard." She stared at him intently, sensing his discomfort at her use of a midgardian term. She also sensed the disgust towards what she was wearing. "Subtlety is not your forte, is it?" She said, changing her clothes to something more familiar.

"Not when you can read my mind." Loki said, going to sit by her side. He lined the edge of her face with his finger, making the projection shimmer.

"Where are we?"

"Sakaar." Loki said, not really explaining anything. "I've been trying to find out more about it, but it hasn't been easy." Sigyn kept looking at him, allowing the silence to stretch. "You know I've never been one to talk."

"I know, but I also know you need to talk. Otherwise I'd just read your mind and be done with it." Sigyn put her hand over his, the static tickling his fingers. "Your head is a whirlwind, and your heart--"

Loki shifted uncomfortably and crossed his arms. "I'm fine."

"Alright then, let's get the obvious out of the way." Sigyn said. "It was your mother's idea." Loki knew she was talking about her death, or lack of it. "That day, we didn't go to Odin. We went to the sanctum, and figured out how to fake everything."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Loki uttered, looking at the floor.

"Would you have let me do it? Leave?" Sigyn watched Loki shake his head. "Odin had to buy it, and you had to believe it too for it to work." She sighed, trying to run her fingers through his hair. "It was the hardest thing I've ever had to do: to cause you pain, to make you believe the bond was being broken. To watch you--"

Loki looked at her. "You were outside."

She nodded. "What you saw inside was Frigga's illusion. You nearly ran into me, too." She added with a small smile.