#ladylikegersemi

Loki’s return to Asgard in chains had been distressing for Sigyn. While she was over the moon to be able to even catch a glimpse of her husband again, she was not fond of the whispers that had followed it. The way in which the Aesir would mock him, would call him names and scorn him was torture to her ears but it was not only he who they mocked; they also mocked her. Sigyn had never been good at handling insults – or compliments, for that matter – and eventually, the words had begun to sting and she found herself unable to bear them.

She became reclusive, something that was far out of her nature as she was usually such a social butterfly. She had become lost in her work in the healing house but even there, it was hard to escape the whispers as her colleagues would often mutter when they believed her to be out of ear shot but she never was.

The day she was summoned to the throne room was the day it all became too much to bear. Odin was giving her permission to annul her marriage, in fact, he was advising her to do so. Her Mother had been there, stood beside the throne, looking at Sigyn expectantly and waiting for her to comply and agree to the supposed gift she was being given. Without hesitation, she had denied it. Despite all his wrong doings and all his flaws, Sigyn loved Loki with every fibre of her being and she had made a vow to him and if there was one thing Sigyn was known for it was the fact she never went back on her word.

She had fled from the throne room, tears in her eyes as she rushed through the corridors and down the steps of the palace. Only one name sprung to mind when she tried to think of who she could turn to.

Gersemi.

"Ah my dear Gersemi , I am overjoyed by your sudden visit." Hnoss glanced upon the face of her slightly younger sister. " Enlighten me with your reason. I would be pleased to heed to any occupations of your mind."