Sigyn

Sigyn, Loki's wife. She is loyal to Loki and loves him dearly, despite being an Aesir. The other Aesirs... don't really get why she cares for Loki. The two of them have a bit of an "opposites attract" type relationship going on, Loki embodying chaos, Sigyn order. 

Beginning her relationship with Loki, she always knew that it would lead to the ridicule of her fellow Aesir, the loss of their respect. But somehow, she didn't care, as long as she could be with Loki. What had started as some pity others called misplaced and foolish grew into a deep understanding, an appreciation and affection she was surprised others lacked. She was moved by the kind gestures Loki made toward her, helped them past the insecurity they felt, helped them nurse their past and present wounds. Their differences weren't so much roadblocks as more reasons to love eachother. Loki really was a kind soul, not any less loyal than her, not any less loving, despite all their many flaws, real or attributed... and they were beautiful, in all their many, many forms.

Sigyn had a protected and largely uneventful childhood and teenage life, though growing up with Thor, Sif and the Valkyrie sisters as playmates and Freyr and Freya as teachers was certainly not boring. Though Loki was also around her age and grew up in her vicinity from teenagehood onwards, Sigyn never really interacted with them, being a reserved girl who was too shy to attempt to make friends who didn't talk to her first. Besides, why should she want to be friends with this youth who even the adults in her life called a pest? Sigyn, for many years, lived her life like most other Aesirs, distant and wary of the "back-biter". Though certainly, she could not deny the certain strange allure they had.

When Loki's children were brought before Odin's court, Sigyn heard of it from Freya. That was the first she had heard of the children at all: she wouldn't have thought that Loki of all people would be the first of them all to have children. The "corpse girl" and the "serpent", as Freya called them, were cast into Niflheim and into the ocean respectively, the wolf was kept in Asgard, at first. Sigyn didn't have much antipathy toward Fenrir, he seemed nice enough, but when he was banished and Tyr lost a hand to him, Sigyn had to re-evaluate. Shortly thereafter, his parent, Loki, vanished completely, and no one could tell her where to or why. But it didn't take much to puzzle together that the loss of their children must have informed that decision. Sigyn thought of Loki's mischievous smile and of Fenrir's excited tail-wagging and couldn't help but feel bad for the two of them.

When Loki returned from their eight year long absence, they caught Sigyn's eye again. Now they were less up-beat, their smile had less fire, their pranks and jokes, though they still played them, seemed to bring little joy to them, and sometimes, she could see how red their eyes were from crying, sometimes, she heard it in their voice. And this wrenched Sigyn's heart: She had known them always as a charming, light-hearted prankster, and now they seemed only a husk of that, going through the motions of what was expected of them. Worse yet: Nobody else seemed to notice, much less to care.

So Sigyn took it upon herself to look after them, cheer them up even just a little. And so she went to see them during the times they were alone, on every night that she could find them. And she would talk to them for hours, about the smallest and the biggest things that went on in the world, would talk to them in an effort to distract them from the tears they could be crying.

And for a while, that worked. They'd laugh together as they wandered the night, they'd find jokes to make that were only theirs, they pinched eachothers stomachs and fell into the grass to wrestle like children. As their conversations became deeper and deeper though, as Loki began revealing to her the content of their heart, tears were flowing once more. And Sigyn listened, comforted them, wiped their tears and understood. This endeavour she had started out of pity for the sad-seeming Loki was slowly becoming something so much more. When Sigyn realised she had fallen for them, it was far too late to do anything about it, and Sigyn loved them far too much to want to change

Their first kiss was less than perfect, a rash decision Sigyn made in the moment, a quick moment in a dark corridor. And Loki was so shocked that Sigyn almost cried because of it, so shocked that someone else would give them that affection. But they didn't reject her. They embraced once more, and from then on, they were inseparable.