Collection of One-Shots

》the raven and the flower

"Sigyn!" The raven haired prince called her name as he searched for her in the gardens, she looked down from the branch she had perched herself on, smiling to herself as Loki walked right beneath her, never even thinking to look above him in the old ash tree. Her flaming red hair fell from its neat plait, as she fought to control the laughter at her own little trick. Nearly in silence she dropped from the branch and traced the steps Loki had taken, but frowned when it seemed he was no longer in the garden. She squealed when she fell into the fountain, her tunic and leggings thoroughly soaked, but before her Loki appeared, seemingly out of thin air, but she knew better.

"Loki! Why must you also be up to no good?" She scolded standing, her clothing dripping. He crossed his arms, playfully rolling his eyes, but in that moment of distraction Sigyn pulled him into the fountain as well, but lost her balance with a hand still fisted within his own tunic. The longtime childhood friends laughed at the predicament they had found themselves in.

"Why were you calling me, dear raven?" The water still soaked through their clothing, but Loki offered Sigyn his hand, and she stood, looking down at her thoroughly soaked clothing. Even though she was capable of stepping out of the fountain herself, Loki still held her small hand within his.

"My father wishes to have words with the two of us." Sigyn instantly frowned, the Allfather was not fond of the time she spent training with Thor and Sif, she was regarded as a simple girl who needed to focus on healing, and the roles of becoming a mother and dutiful wife. She loathed the idea entirely and failed to understand the blatant favoritism of the older prince and his accomplices. Sigyn though, found refuge with Loki, her raven, they would spend hours in the library, practicing magic, but much to Loki's dismay she still wanted to be a warrior.

"You are not as big as Sif, you will get hurt." He had said those words when they were children, but in a since they were still very much children, their name days were coming quickly on the horizon but until that day arrived they would continue to be children. Memories played in her mind, and much to Loki's amusement her eyes went wide when he had dried their clothes with his ever improving magic.

Although there was an optimistic atmosphere around Sigyn and her raven, she could not help but feel a strange tug in her small heart, fear, she supposed it was. That fear became all-consuming when the door of the throne room were opened, two unfamiliar people stood at the Allfather's side. One was a boy, roughly the same age as Thor it appeared, the build of a warrior, all the arrogance of a noble; but the girl was blonde, the same noble air surrounded her but the small smirk faded when she looked at the prince that entered the room, and the girl that was too comfortable with her hand in his.

"Enough of your foolish displays Loki, separate yourself from Sigyn," begrudgingly he stepped away; Sigyn's eyes widened helplessly, her heart hammering within her chest. "Sigyn, may I present Theoric of Vanaheim, your betrothed. And Loki, this is Amora of Alfhiem, you were promised to her at birth." Everything else became a blur to Sigyn; tears welled in her bright blue eyes as her betrothed stepped down from the dais, the small goddess shook her head backing away, her last glance was of Loki laughing with Amora before she ran from the room.

She was old enough to understand that she would never chose to marry for love, that it simply was not an option, but she ran, and she cried. Loki slipped away quickly after that, chasing down his delicate flower. He found her in the garden, tucked behind a brier bush. He sighed and sat beside her. "Sigyn." She did not respond, but she lifted her face from her hands.

"I do not want to marry. I wanted to travel the realms, I wanted to help others. I refuse." She wailed, throwing herself into the young prince.

"My star," she smiled at his word choice for a moment, though it did not reach her eyes. "Why call me that? There are millions of stars." She whispered her choking sobs slowly becoming normal breathing. "Not just any, but the guidance star, is the most important and coveted of the celestial entities. It gives hope in times of great darkness." Loki wrapped his boyish arms around her.