ok but sigyn is iconic bc they Aesir were probably like: “So we’re going to keep your husband alive just to torture him with snake acid for all eternity so maybe it’s time to get a divorce and move on with your life. Your life in Asgard. Your life with us.”
Sigyn, ten bags over her shoulders and one giant bowl under her arm: “yeah sorry but I’m rather going to spend the next few milennia with my husband keeping him company on his torture rock. See you at Ragnarök.”
“But-”
“See you at Ragnarök.”
Tag: Sigyn
Sometimes the snake rests. That means rest for the two of them as well. She tells him of sunshine and blue skies.
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Oh this is gorgeous!!
Sigyn
Enfold me again, in white feather warmth Blossom scented Sigyn, Delicate, as the slightest breeze Yet with Audhumlas’ nurturing strength. You, whose sweet song Guides me to Ginnungapaps’ balmy heart Where I find You dancing, Free as a bird. Your laughter is joyful. You are sweetness, my goddesss You, a young girl, Rambling through Your garden of herbs. You, an older girl, Drawing the heart of the…
mythology moodboards | loki & sigyn
“i’ll carry your world.”
for @nestha, from your @femmefatalenet secret santa
Sigyn and Loki pins with enameling that got reserved before I listed them, but I will probably make more. 🙂
Sigyn: “Love yourself as you love others.”
Loki: “Without chaos there is no creation.”
waiting (for the world to end)
She empties the bowl, and he writhes beneath her. He stopped screaming centuries ago.
Doesn’t mean she forgets the sound.
When she stands back up, arms shaking under the weight of the ever-present bowl, his eyes meet hers.“Wife,” he rasps, smile curling even now (and others would think that he was mocking, but she knew better). “You are good to me,” he murmurs, and makes a move to reach out to her. The bindings clink (though they shouldn’t, realistically) and he falls back. The dashed expression is there and gone in an instant.
Sigyn doesn’t make a sound. He can still smile, still tease even now. She can’t feel her face, frozen as it has been at his agony for too long.
“What do you want?” he tries to purr, but pants instead. “How can I repay you?”
She opens her mouth, ignoring the steady plink plink plink above her.
She meets his eyes and–
He is apologizing.
She almost wants to laugh.
He, the god of tricks and mischief and never regretting a thing. Apologizing.
And to who?
The daughter of her father, the friend turned enemy?
No, Sigyn decides, shivering under the burden. That is not Sigyn’s role.
She is his wife.
The bowl is so heavy. He may have stopped screaming, but she can feel her own screams filling her lungs until her bones crackle like the ice and snow. And yet still–
She holds.
(She can’t stop. She won’t ever stop.)
Sigyn twists her head and smiles back at him. It feels wrong. But it will have to do.
“Lie to me,” she commands him.
Her husband smiles, because he understands.
And then Loki opens his mouth and does what he promises.
I love the work that the Wycked Griffin does. The shop artisan made these two devotional runic rings for me for Sigyn and Loki. Not only are they gorgeous but inexpensive as she offers them in aluminum, copper, silver and bronze.
I couldn’t be happier and they make a beautiful pair.
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Holding the Bowl 