Frostbitten

Leave the Past Behind

"So let me get this straight, Tyr, or whatever his name, tried to kill his own men?" Tony asked incredulously after the newcomers explained their whole story. 

Baldur nodded. "He has gone mad. We have never seen anything like it."

From the corner, he heard Frey scoff. "Are you forgetting something?" His icy glare was directed to a bristling Loki, who said nothing in return, though his expression seemed to speak for itself. 

"Loki's past deeds have no concern with this matter," Sif growled. 

Sigyn gave a sympathetic nod, "I second that." Sif's head shot over to the Goddess who was now gazing at Loki with an obvious infatuation. She furrowed her brows, but said nothing more. 

"What happened is far behind us. If we were all were judged by our past, I doubt any of us would even be able to look the other." 

Frey stood and narrowed his eyes. "Says the one who despised the trickster most?" He chuckled when Sif stiffened. "...Or perhaps not? You two were particularly close in your youth... Don't tell me the warrior has fallen for the Liesmith?" The man spoke with a silky, yet mocking tone that Sif knew all too well. 

"Enough!" Sif cut him short, her orbs burning like star fire. She looked around at the surprised faces around her and Sif realized her sword had been drawn and was currently being held up to Frey's neck. It seemed nowadays it was almost a reflexive movement. 

The Vanir smirked, "Do it, warrior." Everyone in the room was frozen in utter shock, unsure whether or not it was wise to interrupt. Sif's blade hovered for a few moments before she decided it was no use in adding even more tension to the already apprehensive situation. "I always knew you were a cowardly woman." Frey murmured after straightening himself up and stepping back. 

"Anyways, if things are getting this serious in other realms, we should probably think about launching our attack sooner than we originally planned." suggested Clint who, like the others, had previously been watching the heated discussion with careful eyes. 

Bruce was next to speak, "Don't you think we'd need more training?"

"We've worked with less..." Steve reminded him, "And if there's one thing I know for sure, it's that we do pretty well with compromise." 

Those who identified themselves as Avengers simultaneously nodded. "Then, let's go kick some alien ass." Natasha concluded. 

As the room slowly emptied itself, Frey was not surprised to earn a spiteful glare from Sif. Though, he let out a short gasp when a large arm stopped him dead in his tracks. The room was now completely empty save Frey and Loki. "Say what you will about me, but if you dare say anything like that to Sif again, I'll cut your throat out myself and feed it your forsaken swine!" Loki's eyes seemed to have transformed from a gentle green into a deep, swirling pit of rage of which Frey had the misfortune of staring into. His own widened with fear when Loki's skin slowly began darkening into a frightening cerulean. "You understand?" he demanded.

Frey shook his head furiously, fear present all across his features. It was now Loki's turn to smirk, "Good." The trickster then disappeared into thin air, leaving Frey alone with his heart racing about a million miles an hour. 

Later that night when all seemed quiet, a sudden knock on his door, gave Loki a spark of excitement that maybe Sif wanted to be in his company. Yet, when he discovered the petite blonde standing in his door, his face immediately fell. "Long time no see, Lopt."

"What do you want Sigyn?" Loki groaned and then added, "And I told you not to call me that."

Sigyn rolled her eyes, "It's been decades since you and I have talked. I've missed you, you know."

"That's wonderful. Now can you leave? I'm in need of rest." Loki began to close his door, although he was stopped by Sigyn's slender and surprisingly strong hands. Her turquoise eyes glimmered with mischief in the dimness, reminding Loki of times he desperately wished to forget. 

"Five minutes. That is all I ask." she tried. Loki let out a deep sigh and opened his door wider for Sigyn to step through. He knew he would later regret his decision, but for now, he knew it was the only way to stop the Goddess from pestering him. "You always were a smart boy," she murmured, pressing her heated hands against the side of Loki contradictory cold cheeks as she passed through. 

Loki shut the door and turned to face the woman he once called his lover. She smiled at him with a long forgotten sense of joy, though Loki refused to return the favour. "So what is it that you would like to waste my five minutes with?" 

"You know I had to see you." Sigyn replied, stepping closer. Instead, Loki carefully maneuvered around her, to where he now faced the Vanir's back. She twirled back to see him eye to eye, now looking slightly agitated. "What has gotten into you? We were in love we had something no one could even dream about." 

Loki placed two steadying hands on Sigyn's shoulders after noticing her shaking. "No Sigyn. You were in love. I was lonely."

"I see Frey did not misinform us when he called you the Liesmith, as lying seems to be the only thing you do nowadays." Sigyn exclaimed bitterly. "When are you going to tell your precious Sif that you were simply lonely?"

Loki couldn't hold back a laugh. "You do not get it, do you? I have loved Sif since the days in which you were not even thought of."

"Then tell me about how much you love her after this." Sigyn proclaimed, pressing her lips to Loki's. Even as he tried to break free, Loki realized she must've been using some form of magic to slightly weaken him for the time being, enabling Sigyn to hold him in her embrace. 

Just then, the two were bathed in bright, white light from the outside hall. Sigyn finally broke apart from the trickster to see an enraged Sif standing under the frame. "Do you want me to come back when you're not so busy?" she questioned with an icy edge.

"No! Sif, it was her! I swear to Odin's Ravens!" Loki cried.

Sif just shook her head, "When will the lies end, Loki?" She turned to leave and threw a book she had been holding in her hand to the ground. 

"Wait, Sif!"

"Please, Loki, just leave me alone." Sif requested before disappearing down the hall. 

Loki whipped his head over to Sigyn who had been calmly watching the whole ordeal with an innocent face. "Get.Out!" he snarled. 

"I'll see you later, Lok." Sigyn winked and left the room in a few swift steps.

Loki buried his face in his hands and when he raised his head, his fingers made their way to his hair as he ran them through the tangled black knot. Then, he remembered the book in the doorway. Walking over as calmly as he could, Loki neared the novel. He looked down and his heart fell. Beauty and the Beast. The story he had read to her when they were but children, the night Sif's father was pronounced deceased. "Oh Sif..."

Author's Note: Hey, look who finally posted. I want to first apologize for taking so long to update. It's just I recently moved and I also just started school. Top that off with a crippling case of writer's block and you've got yourself a disaster. Anywho, I have lots of questions:

First of all, what do you think of Sigyn being a coniving butthole?

Second, who do you think is more 'Sigyn': Natalie Dormer or Emilia Clarke? 

Third, if you're a fan of Supernatural, how did you feel about that promo because asdfjkl; and don't even get me started on the mockumentary....