You are the one who was faithful to the last and did not abandon Loki, you are the embodiment of devotion— Sigyn.

He was no longer the playful trickster you once knew. The God of Fire is broken, like you. Ah, the noble and just Æsirs have made both of you suffer. For Loki opening their eyes to who they’ve always been?

You heard the exhausted groan of your husband as the cup overflowed with poison and a few drops fell on his face.

“Help me,” his faded green eyes looked at you pleadingly.