Long And Lost (Book II)

Ch.20: I've always been more comfortable in chaos.

I'm on my way, love.

Sigyn smiled as she looked at the horizon. The sun had already set, and the stars blinked into view. Somewhere among those stars, Loki was on a cruiser ship, making his way back to her.

I hope we get there soon. Thor has been a pain in my asgardian soul since I told him everything.

Sigyn chuckled to herself.

Do you have any idea how far are you?

A vague one. But we need to resupply. It isn't a straight route.

Sigyn closed her eyes, wishing with all her being Loki made it in one piece. It had been little over a week since the destruction of Asgard, at least for her. Loki didn't have much notion of time in space.
She'd spend those days trying to keep her head busy. She started training Wanda, who had come back with Steve and Natasha for a short visit.

Wanda was a great student. It wasn't just how powerful she was, but a matter of redirecting all that energy in a useful form. Wanda had to keep reminding herself that of she unleashed her powers mindlessly, her friends could easily get hurt too. So Sigyn recruited Natasha to help with Wanda.
Steve took over training with Bucky, who had been nothing more than a wet blanket since their last conversation.
Her foresight became his doom. Sigyn always knew when he'd come, and what he'd say. She wouldn't give him a chance to explain, cause there was nothing to explain. Nothing she didn't already know either.

Bucky was basically screwed. And Sigyn found it hard to care much for it.

She had other priorities now, and her heart was with Loki all the time. These snippets and conversations were sacred to her. In the cooling night air, Sigyn felt warmness spread through her, static ghosting over her skin. The equivalent of a hug. A short lived moment of calm: someone was coming.

Ooh, something has gotten you mad.

You can see who's coming.

Did you tell him that I will disembowel him?

Sigyn smiled to herself, and stood up before Bucky could sit by her side.

"The quinjet is ready to leave?" She said dryly, reading Bucky's mind before he could speak.

"Would you stop doing that?" Bucky huffed. "I've been trying to apologize--"

"You know I can read your mind." Sigyn interrupted. "You don't want to apologize. You want to justify yourself, and there's a difference." She tried to walk to the hangar, but Bucky stood in front of her.

"What am I supposed to do then?"

"Get over it." She stated. "I've said it before: what you want from me is never going to happen."

Bucky hung his head. "I-"

"You have hope, you think you can convince me that you are 'better'." She said adding air quotes to the word. "It doesn't work like that!"

"I know."

"You always say that."

Sigyn huffed and shook her head. In a sudden move, she put her hand on Bucky's chest, making him gasp loudly. The feelings he was being fed were too much. Love, respect, trust, warmth, passion, compassion... a thousand years of sharing everything. The way it filled his every single cell was overwhelming. He started shaking, his body not able to contain the surge of emotions.

"You can't go against it, Bucky." Sigyn said softly, releasing him from the spell. "Nor I would let you."

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