She watched the man who was to be her husband and wondered what the mortal possessed that she did not. The mortal was exceptionally beautiful, by mortal standards anyway. She stood at a little over 5’4” with the blackest hair she had ever seen and flawless ivory skin. To many mortals, she could have been a model were she closer to 5’6”. Despite her beauty and obvious intelligence, she could see no conceivable reason for her betrothed to lower himself to mix with mortals. He couldn’t be that fascinated by the girl, could he? She was mortal and they were disgusting. Not to mention they died, hence the whole mortal part. Even though she knew nothing of the girl, she hated her. She hated her because this girl was taking away her love and she didn’t even know she was doing it.

Sigyn shook off the unbidden memory and sighed. These old memories had been popping up more and more recently as Loki’s interest strayed to the girl. At first, she thought he had cursed her in a petty act of retribution against her mother, since she rejected him. But the more she looked at the situation, the less that idea made sense. She pitied the girl really. Loki’s interest wasn’t something you wanted to gain, especially when he became obsessive like this. Signe sighed. She had to accept that her husband would never love her the way she wanted him to.