You stared in horror at the pool of blood around your feet that just seemed to keep growing and growing at an alarming rate. Your knees buckled under you as you tried to comprehend, as you tried to ignore the pain in your abdomen. You wrapped an arm around your stomach, whimpering in pain while Loki held your other arm, easing you down onto your knees when they gave out from under you.
"Easy, easy witchling. I'm here," Loki said, though you heard the panic in his words and tone. He looked up at Thor pleadingly.
"I have things handled here. Get her to Mother," Thor reassured him, his voice surprisingly calm despite the blood and despite the pain you were in, despite the danger the twins were in.
Thor was always there for his brother.
He was always there for you.
And had been since that day he rescued you from your abusive foster parents all those years ago.
Loki nodded and wrapped his arms around you. All of this had happened in moments, less than moments. Or was it longer? The world was spinning and getting confused with the blood loss and pain. "Hold on, witchling," Loki told you gently and teleported you to the healing wing.
You arrived in a private room, one you knew well as Frigga had been making sure it was well prepared for weeks for this. She had expected you to give birth any day, though not like this. Neither of you had been sure just how long your pregnancy would last with the children being half Jotun and half Asgardian. So you'd made sure the room in the healing wing was prepared for you just in case. It had give you something to do while you were bored out of your mind and supposed to be on bedrest.
Maybe you should've listened a little harder about silly things like bedrest and guards.
It was supposed to be safe in the palace.
Safe now had you bleeding in the healing wing, praying the twins were ok.
Loki got you settled on the bed while he bellowed for his Mother to come help you. He kept your hand in his, swept your hair away from your face as he soothed you and promised that everything would be ok.
He was helpless to help you. His skills were never with healing. There were so few natural healers and try as Loki might to learn how, he never did learn more than the basics.
You and the twins were so very beyond basic healing to help you.
"It hurts," you whimpered to Loki.
He squeezed your hand and his hand started to glow green as he filled you with magic to ease the pain, to strengthen the twins. "I know, I know darling. Mother will be here soon," he soothed as he filled you with his magic.
Frigga came running in and took in the sight of you lying on the bed with blood pouring from between your legs. It only took her an instant to know what was wrong, to understand how dire the situation truly was.
It was a subtle change that passed over her as she shifted from mother and queen to the most competent healer in the nine realms. The change was so subtle, but suddenly she was the confident capable healer and all eyes turned to her for direction.
You breathed a sigh of relief, knowing the twins were safe now.
"Stay with me Sigyn," Frigga told you firmly as she moved between your legs, using magic and the soulforge to see the damage. "Loki, continue with the pain spells, as strong as you can make them. The cold spells were damaged, so this needs to happen quickly. Be ready," she told you both.
Things got wibbly-wobbly after that in a mix of pain and Loki's pain spells. You remembered the pain. You remembered the blood.
There was no decision. The twins had to come now.
All three of you would die if they didn't.
Loki fed you potions to replenish the blood you were losing, to keep up your strength, to lower your temperature.
You drank potion after potion while you whimpered in pain, while you prayed for it to be over, while you begged and pleaded for Frigga to save the twins.
You were beyond begging for yourself.
You knew how much blood you had lost.
And what it would take to save the twins.
What came next you didn't want to think about as you were far too awake for it and remembered the feeling of the knife cutting your stomach open, despite how many pain and numbing spells you were under.
You may have blacked out for a bit, because the next thing you knew one of the twins was being pulled from you and handed squalling to one of the healers after the cord was cut. Your dazed eyes followed your son and you whimpered softly, wanting to hold him, to make sure he was ok.
You didn't know if the blue tint to his skin was a trick of the light. But you caught a glimpse of his black hair as he was taken to be cleaned and looked over.
Soon your daughter was handed off as well, quieter, but you saw her intelligent eyes taking in the scene.
Both of them would be trouble.
"Stay with me, witchling," Loki pleaded with you as your eyes started to drift shut.
Blackness was surrounding you.
You'd lost so much blood
And been through so much pain.
But at least the twins were safe. They were alive and well.
"Witchling?" Loki asked, trying to get you to focus on him, but it was so hard with your stomach cut open and your blood spilled. "Sigyn, Sig look at me!" Loki ordered.
"Y/N!!"
