Imagine being “frenemies” with Sigyn when you were growing up. You competed with each other in everything, and were just generally never that close.
As young women, you especially vied for Loki’s attention.
When you all had come of age, Loki revealed he had feelings for you the whole time.
You still haven’t heard from Sigyn since the day you married Loki.
Not that you care. Your life is better without that spiteful heifer pointing out your flaws, anyway.
Years later, you think you see your former rival in a sea of festival-goers. Has Sigyn resurfaced? You hope she at least doesn’t notice you or Loki. You know you wouldn’t be able to handle it without crying.
To your disappointment, she does.
Sigyn makes her way to you and your husband, pretending to be thrilled to see you. As if you were good friends. Gag.
Her eyes fall on Loki, and your heart sinks as you realize nothing has changed.
Loki lets go of your hand to wrap his arm around your waist, and you smile as you realize nothing has changed.
