Thor’s eyes narrowed at Sigyn. “Whom else would? Thought and Memory themselves speak these truths, I do not doubt them so.” His weight shifted, arms still tightly folded across his chest, taking a heavy breath of air. It was no light information that he was given, but they knew this prophecy as much as any other god and goddess.
Loki would bring the end of days.
“We waste time in debate. We must get a move on before there is no hope for Asgard at all. Whether or not thee stays or goes is thine own choice, m’lady—” he responded, his eyes turning his gaze from Sigyn to Sif. “But we are in need of any willing and able bodies to defend our home, but he must go!”
Narrowing her gaze, the shield maiden rolled her shoulders and tilted her blade. For a split-second, she could see Sigyn’s reflection in the steel. Guilt harangued her, but she would not let guilt stop her. This wasn’t about Sigyn, and this wasn’t about her. This wasn’t about any personal grievances she may have had against the trickster god either. This was about Ragnarok and the death of the gods, and the Lady Sif would do whatever it’d take to put an end to this madness—or die in the act.
“Shall I carve open a path?” Sif asked, swinging her blade in a way only she knew, creating a portal. Her ears twitched slightly. For the faintest of moments, she could hear destruction and screams. Her nose flared and her shoulders tensed up. ”After thee, my lord.” Sif glanced at Sigyn.
“If thou comest, thou shalt die. I will not have that, Sigyn.” The goddess of war prayed to the Fates that Sigyn would not come. The whole bit about luring Loki out? A ruse. A logical ruse, but a ruse in any case. As though the Lady Sigyn would underhandedly use someone she considered as her closest and most dearest friend in all the Nine Realms. She did not care if Sigyn hated her for this, for leaving her behind. But did it really matter? If Ragnarok came to pass, Sif would be dead anyway.
She hated to admit it, but Sigyn knew he was right. Still there was nothing more painful than knowing that her beloved Loki was responsible for the impending destruction of their home. Shouldn’t she go and help, though? In a way, the maiden did feel responsible for Loki’s actions and she wanted to try and help clean up the mess he had made.
Her words from moments before had seemed to fall on deaf ears. Crossing her arms, the goddess watched bitterly as Sif carved out a portal. She wasn’t that weak. While she by far no warrior, she had become quite powerful in the art of magic over the years. Staying here was probably worse than going back home to face the destruction awaiting them.
“I-” Sigyn stopped herself from saying anything further. It was apparent that Sif’s mind was made and it was clear that she would have to find another way to Asgard. “I wish thee both luck, then. Stay safe.”
And didst thou think I would stand idly and not do a thing about it?
I… Nay. But I did not expect thee to want to physically harm the man.
it’s been decided that all asgardians
shall be put to death
Then, why didst thou tell me in the first place?
… Because it made me sad.
[She looks over her shoulder and mockingly smirks.] I do not wish to harm him. I only wish to best him. He shall eat what he speaks and have his steel in his mouth when I am through with the cur.
… I regret telling thee he hath said so, now.
Thor’s darted to Sigyn, his face hardened, jaw clenching. “M’lady, it would seem despite what we have done for Loki, he managed to continue his chaotic behavior.” Turning his gaze to Sif, he nodded at her and took in a deep breath. “He must be stopped. We know what prophecies hath been been laid out before us in regards to Fenrir. If we do nothing, Asgard will fall.”
As he gripped Mjölnir tightly, he cursed under his breath. Once again, he was faced with another challenge regarding Loki. There might not be any way for him to forgive him this time though. Not when you turn your back on you’re entire kin. Looking up at the ladies before him, he tilt his head towards their door and spoke quietly. “Lady Kelda, go see thy Bill. ‘Tis thy choice to stay or go.”
She bit her lip, then nodded to her friends, hugging herself with a saddened expression, then slowly walked to the door. “I shall be close behind you brother and sisters.”
Sif inhaled a breath. Thor and she to Asgard, Kelda to her mortal, and Sigyn to… The shield maiden glanced at the maid. Asgard would be dangerous for one ill-equipped as she, would it not? Though the Lady Sigyn was Asgardian born, she had no purpose to be there, not when her life could be so readily taken.
“Sigyn should stay. She will be safe here, and should Loki return for her, we will know where to look for him.” Her gaze narrowed. She disliked the idea of using Sigyn to lure out the trickster god, but what choice did they have? He had done something that could not be undone; even for Loki, Ragnarok was no game.
The shield maiden finally turned away. ”… And the battlefield is no place for the soft hearts of women,” she hissed under her breath. Sif would be cruel with Sigyn, yes, but cruel for her own good. She would rather see Sigyn safe than see her in the way of harm. If Sigyn died today, she would never forgive herself.
“Now, let’s not be too rash. Art… Art we sure that it was Loki who unleashed the wolf? Perhaps he escaped on his own! Or perhaps someone else hath caused such chaos.” Biting her lip, the goddess desperately tried to think of some other possibility. While she knew that Thor would never lie about such a thing, her heart would just not allow her to believe it. Was Loki truly that evil? That selfish? Hearing Kelda bid farewell, Sigyn was shaken from her thoughts. “I… Be safe, Lady Kelda.”
She let out a sigh before glancing over at Sif, who also appeared to be deep in thought. “What dost thou mean I am not going?! ‘Tis my home too, Sif. My sisters are there! And I just-” Would they really use her as some kind of bait? Letting out a soft ‘huff’, Sigyn folded her arms over her chest and frowned deeply. “I am not going to just sit here nor shall i be used as sort of trap! I want a chance to help too. ‘Tis not fair to leave me here! I shall probably die from worry. Plus I can help! The injured, at least.”
Why? Was Hermod not hasty with his words, sweet Sigyn?
While his words art quite… hurtful, ‘tis nothing to harm him o’er.
[Her sword materializes in her hand.]
… Now let’s not be too hasty, dearest Sif.
… Aye. He did.