𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑.

The conflicting emotions roiling inside her make her feel nauseous.

Sigyn has known that this moment would have to come one day, but now that it is here she doesn't know how she wants to act: defiant, because she knows what her reasons are and thus cannot bring herself to regret her actions? Or guilty, because no matter what her reasons are, she has hurt one of her oldest friends.

She's braced for hurt, for anger. She's fairly sure she deserves all of it, and more besides.

"Yes." She replies after a moment, her voice strangely even in spite of how tumultuous her thoughts are. "Yes, I did."

she listened to him share his heart ache, and pretended to mirror those feelings.  she watched as he avoided the palace, avoided asgard altogether— because he couldn’t bear to be here, feeling the memory of loki follow his every step.  to say he is hurt and angry is quite an understatement.

tension finds his jaw, his shoulders.  thor stands still and quiet, looking to the ground beneath their feet.  he should probably yell, scold her for keeping this from him… but he doesn’t.  he couldn’t muster a genuine shout if he tried.

Loki has: a scepter with the Mind Stone, a perfect opportunity to convert Thor to his side

What they use in the middle of a war: good ol’ fists

Father, I cannot be king of Asgard. I will protect Asgard and all the realms with my last and every breath but I cannot do so from that chair. Loki, for all his grave imbalance, understood rule as I know I never will. The brutality, the sacrifice… it changes you.