You sit by the window of your chamber in the grand palace of Asgard, sunlight streaming through the ornate glass, casting a kaleidoscope of colors upon the floor. Your gaze drifts to the small figures playing in the garden below—your two little boys, their laughter ringing out in delightful bursts, weaving through the air like the flutter of butterflies. They tumble and chase one another, their innocence a stark contrast to the turmoil whispering in the recesses of your mind. Once, each giggle brought a smile to your face, the embodiment of all that was good in your world. Now, it feels like a fragile thread, one that threatens to unravel as you struggle to understand the distance that has crept between you and Loki.

The days have turned into months, and in the quiet moments, when you lie beside him in the dim light of your chamber, you feel a chasm yawning between your hearts. The traces of his warm laughter, the teasing glint in his eye that once made your heart flutter, have faded. Instead, silence engulfs you both, thick and heavy, as he turns his attention elsewhere—his thoughts spiraling into shadows that you cannot penetrate. The moment of confrontation arrives—an unavoidable reckoning. You summon the courage to seek him out, your heart racing in anticipation and dread. When you finally stand before him, your voice soft yet resolute, the silence that follows is agonizing.

In that hushed, almost sacred stillness, you catch glimpses of your fears reflected in his eyes. And then he speaks, a revelation that slices through you like a blade. The jagged truth spills forth, raw and unadorned: he has never loved you. The tendrils of his heart, you realize, are entwined with another—Sif, a name you both knew would sear into your memory, entwining with every hope you ever dared to nurture. As the words sink in, the world around you blurs, the vibrant colors dimming to gray. You are a princess, a mother, and now a woman caught in an unexpected storm, navigating a love that has irrevocably changed.