character:sigyn

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You stand at the side of the stage, hidden behind curtains, as you watch Tom, your on-screen husband, silence the screaming fans with a single finger to his lips. You’re waiting anxiously in your own costume, your normally brown hair hidden under an ice-blonde wig arranged in elaborate braids and wavy extensions which flow down your back. Your corseted cream dress with gold embellishments and threads was designed by Marvel to be a perfect complement to Loki’s black leather and green silk. 

As you watch Tom stay perfectly in character, despite his obvious excitement, you bite your lip and feel heat wash over you as Tom/Loki commands the crowd to chant his name. Just as you feel the crowd’s ovaries exploding - even the men’s too - you know that’s your agreed upon cue to step onto the stage.

“Loki!” you shout from the sidelines and storm onto the stage. The crowd goes wild when they see you, and begin chanting “Sigyn! Sigyn! Sigyn!”

“Oh, uh, hello my love,” Tom/Loki suddenly acts sheepish, scratching his palm nervously. “I was just…uh…These meagre mortals…”

You cross your arms and look unimpressed, shaking your head. “You were pretending to rule them again, weren’t you?”

“No, of course not!”

You look to the crowd. “Was he?” The crowd erupts into cheers and screams. You look back to Tom/Loki. “That’s my answer, Loki.”

“But, Sigyn, my love-”

“Don’t you ‘my love’ me, Loki of Asgard. You’re heading back home.” You snap your fingers and point off the stage.

“But, but, these mortals need a ruler!”

You give him your Sigyn-smirk. “I didn’t say I was leaving.”

2

Loki and Sigyn

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.

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my endless list of plot bunnies: Stephanie Triggs

“Why are you crying, my love?” Sigyn reached out her hand, gently grazing the back of her husband’s knuckles with her own. Loki looked up from his hands to meet her weak eyes. If there was anyone in the entire universe that could always manage to make him smile, it was Sigyn. But smiling became hard when he knew what fate had in store for his precious wife. 

“Because it’s the end, isn’t it?” Loki asked gently, taking her hand into his. He met her soft brown eyes and pursed his lips together. He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss onto the back of her hand. Sigyn smiled at him, meeting his eyes. “This isn’t the end.” She whispered. “I promise you.” Sigyn told him, squeezing his hand with what strength she had left. His eyes softened as he got up from his chair. Loki leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “You better not break that promise, Sigyn.”

Stephanie Triggs never grew up wanting to be an agent for S.H.I.E.L.D. In fact, she knew that if she could go back and change things… she would. She doesn’t mind her job completely though, being a good agent and liking her superior officer, Agent Maria Hill. However chaos ensues with the capture of the villainous Loki, a trickster god who seems to have her confused with someone else. No one is certain what to do, especially when Loki’s accusations are confirmed by his adoptive brother, Thor, who seems just as baffled at the sight of Stephanie. The agent isn’t completely sure what these two gods want with her, but all she knows is that she has a job to do and under no circumstances is she going to let the world end on her watch. 

Dear Marvel,

If you choose to introduce Sigyn into the MCU, please for the love of all that is good in this world, do not do what you did to her in the comics.  Please do not make her Loki’s brainwashed and obedient sexy lamp.  Please do not make her into more Man Pain™ for Loki.  Please do not have Loki abuse her.  You have a chance to show the same progress with her character as you did with Loki.  You have a chance to be truer to the actual Loki and Sigyn of legend.  You have a chance to change the relationship you once so horribly botched into something really compelling.  Sigyn deserves to be the Peggy to Loki’s Steve, the Pepper to his Tony, and nothing less, because that’s what she is.

I know that’s a bit of a tall order for a company that brings back a dead male character at the drop of a hat with his own show, but hesitates to give us a second season of Agent Carter or the Black Widow movie everyone is screaming for, yet my request stands with a little candle of hope in its grasp.

Sincerely,

A Concerned Fan