dear_mun | voice testing, be gentle?

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voice testing, be gentle?

And so, I am here. As much as you've toyed with the idea, I did not think that you would honestly go through with this. I am not a Lady to be trifled with.

( her smile grows wry. )

In hopes of seeing my husband, are you? And why? So he can run off again, or even worse, deny my sacrifice for him? No, I do not wish that. Better that he not know I was here, so I might be free to do as I wish.

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[Loki gives an incredulous huff, a little puff of laughter which seems surprised and entirely honest.]

Ah! You do jest; I am not fooled. It is a mystery to me why you think I might be. I know not the lady's face nor form, and I have known many. Her words do not bind us -- and mercifully so; I would more fain take a blade to myself than a wife. That is one cup from which I will not drink: rather give me poison and be finished.

Lady who would be wife, I need not know you to see how your words twist. Most would be glad to live, yet you speak of reluctance. I know you run because I have listened.

( She cannot restrain her anger, she cannot hope to in the face of such a storm. He did not wish to have a wife? He did not recognize her? He would rather die? )

Perhaps you think me foolish, but I have not yet reached the point where I do not recognize my own husband when I see him - trickster, indeed! I have always known him where I found him.

And you did once desire a wife, enough so that you took me away from my betrothed to have me yourself, married by the Allfather!

( She takes a deep breath, attempting to manage her anger. )

If I am reluctant, it is only because this tiring and unending quarrel between us saps all my strength.

[Loki's annoyance is equally piqued; rage well-directed he bears gladly, but rage ill-directed is another matter entirely.]

Then you have failed now. I have known no marriage. You may ask the Allfather himself, if you can impose upon him to speak of me at all. Perhaps you would know my mind, lady wife; I grant it you. Ask: you may have the whole of me, all of my years for your perusal, that you may see them in their completeness, utterly devoid of you. I know you not.

( Perhaps this was where they both failed - quick to anger upon certain subjects, unable to see that perhaps they could be wrong. In this case, neither one is wrong. There is simply a base understanding being missed. )

This cannot be possible, and I will not stand for this. Many insults I have taken at your hands, but this is worst of all - you shall not deny me as your wife as you do now! ( What proof does she have? Where can she find it? )

If the Allfather can confirm this, I demand to be brought to him immediately!

Many insults mine hands have given, but not to you. To the Allfather, yes; is that your aim? To annoy me into handing myself over to his irons? I am of Asgard no longer. I never was, and I will not return. Go to him yourself; let the laughter of the old fool and his slavering golden hound give you your answer. I will attend; I fain would see it.

[Loki spreads his hands.]

Go to him, woman; go. Wear your madness upon you and let those golden halls reflect it back. See for yourself.

( That alone gives her pause and true sadness. )

Have I not, husband, throughout your quarrels with the Allfather and your brother Thor stood by you as your faithful wife? Have I not entered pleas on your behalf before court? ( Her tone is not any less harsh, or any less annoyed. )

Regardless of where you are from, I have honored my vows! I have done my duty! Your unwillingness to do yours shows you to be the worst kind of knave and yet I know you to be a better man! Where is your honor, Loki?!

[The bellow is abrupt, laden with all the ire her stubborn nonsense has inspired in him.]

I have no wife!

[The words that follow are softer, but no less angry. He is angry, and earnestly so, wearing an expression not of cold fury but of another sort of rage, aching and confused.]

Did they send you to torment me, Lady; is this my recompense? Insufficient that I am banished, insufficient that I am left for dead, you must also laugh; if they did send you then you know as well as I do that nobody has fought for me. No wife of mine, for I have had none. And if you speak true, if you speak true, bekkjarbót, then whatever creature to whom you made your vows, whatever his name and whatever his face, we are not of a mind. I promised you nothing, and you, you speak of my honour. I have none, yet I do not stoop to stealing a stranger for a husband.

[He bends, just far enough to look her straight in the eye.]

I am not fooled, and you do not torment me. Go home. Take your pay.

( His yell catches her off guard and she jumps, hugging herself once she settles as her eyes grow ever wider with every word. Banished. Left for dead. Surely the Allfather .. Thor wouldn't allow.. She wouldn't allow it, at the very least.

Pulling back slightly as he leans over to eye level, Sigyn forces herself to meet his gaze, as much as she would love to look away in shame. There is a long pause. )

.. I am sorry.

( The words are painful, but it is as he says; he has no wife. He does not recognize her. Regardless of the fact that she knew him as her husband, perhaps he was from one of those 'different' universes that they spoke of. But she had caused him pain and pain on that familiar face only hurt her.

He is her husband or will be one day, but this time, she must let him go. )

Your name is Loki and you look very like him; you know of Thor and the Allfather and Asgard, and so many other familiar things .. and yet, you are as you say. You have no wife, my face is not familiar to you. ( She clasps her hands before her, bowing her head slightly. ) I have imposed upon you and treated you rudely; I apologize, I did not mean to torment you so.

( And then.. )

My husband also had his scruples with Asgard, but he was never alone. Regardless of how often he left my side, I have never strayed from his. No matter who you are, simply Loki or my husband, I do not believe you are so alone.

You do not believe. You did not believe the rest either.

[He shakes his head, lips pressed together. No.]

The Allfather has never borne me much love; now he bears me none at all, and brother dearest has always been eager to follow in his father's footsteps. I am welcome no longer in Asgard's halls, nor would I see fit to grace them. I choose my isolation, wife; I am no ás, and I have no desire for their pity. Or yours.

Nor will I give you mine, but I will tell you that you are a fool. Our lives are too long for such nonsense as devotion; this you must know.

[Oh his beard, you little shit, stop talking about him so much. Seriously, you're all "I'm Loki of Asgard but Asgard is so mean to me!!!! I'm not like them!!" and then you're all "oh you can ask my not-dad he'll vouch for me!" eff u, man, he tried so hard, he really did, and all he gets is this shit

HE'S MARRYING YOU OFF TO A TROLL JUST YOU WAIT JUST YOU WAIT]

( don't worry Allfather, you did the next best thing. saddling him unwittingly with a faithful, but troublesome wife who will not leave him so easily to his own devices might be worse. not to mention how she'll take it when she finds out about his various .. indiscretions. you made her goddess of fidelity, after all! )

[Yeaaah, maybe he should have put some more thought into that, thinking Loki would be worth someone so faithful.

But hey! Suffering builds character, right? Suffer forever, you'll become an awesome god who can lift Mjolnir and do whatever you want. Stick it out, Sigyn, and watch Loki's world crumble as he shucks out gold for all his freak monster babies.]

( in all fairness, Allfather, it's not really your fault! you were tricked, just like they all were tricked (sort of comes with the territory of having Loki around). it speaks to Sigyn's ~~moment of temporary insanity~~ character that she stuck to her wedding vows all the same.

.. it would be nice to be able to lift Mjolnir. and hit Loki with it. and perhaps make him stay long enough to do more than cause chaos. perhaps actually act the part of her husband. )

[Oh...oh, he knew he picked you for a reason. You don't just play the blame game, he likes that. He's getting so much flack for stuff that's not his fault, okay, it's nice to have some relief.

But what do you expect when you're the god of gods, right? Everyone looks to you, for praise or blame or...awesome horses.

Oh, well now. He wouldn't mind that at all. Aim for the face, will you? Particularly the jaw, shut that mouth of his for a while.]

( it's rough being a father, isn't it? this is coming from a mostly single mother (given that Loki is gone most of the time). sure, there is duty and honor to respect, but that doesn't explain why mommy is teaching magic instead of daddy the trickster god.

~~maybe you should make those horses less sexy k~~

she'll do her best to hush him up for a few weeks, though! )

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is it possible to die of laughter?? (hope this is ok!)

but why would it not be ok tho

Sigyn can be an iffy character for some people, so I wanted to make sure! c:

nah man it's all good

your odin is so amazing!