Whispers in the Dark
Characters: Sigyn
Time Period: Current
Word count: 1155
Rating: Totally PG
It began within dreams, a subtle whisper tickling at the back of her mind. She hadn’t been fully aware of it at first passing it off as one of the few strange dreams that chose to intermix itself within her nightmares. She ignored them until they became more vivid and the whispers grew louder more urgent, more demanding of her attention. She grew hesitant to sleep as days passed and the dreams became worse, she would lay awake twisting the ring around her finger, the same ring Loki had promised would protect her when he could not. He couldn’t protect her from her own mind, he barely cared for her existence these days, why would he care that her nightmares were growing ever worse?
Granted access to the Vault Room by the All-Father himself, Sigyn was assigned the new task of seeking relics to add to the room. While he did not know the location of all of the relics himself he had means of searching for them; The Orb of Agamotto. The clairvoyant attributes of the Orb would allow her to seek out the relics and their magical properties no matter what Realm they were hidden upon. Though it had taken her time to attune her mind to the powers of the Orb, her magical aptitude thanks to Loki’s training had paid off. Within days she was able to find the first of the relics but, that was when the dreams started.
It wasn’t until her fifth trip from Asgard- following the directions of the Orb- that Sigyn began to hear the whispers in her waking hours. Figuring it was from her lack of sleep as well as the strain on her marriage with Loki, she ignored them once again. That was until she returned to the Vault room for another view into the Orb. Four weeks had passed since the whispers first started and since the strange lapses in time had happened, she had grown scared and eventually terrified as the darkness invading her had taken her twin sons from Asgard. It had been through her the darkness was able to steal them away, neither she nor Loki had any sense of where they could possibly be.
“One last relic..” she whispered to herself as she once more found herself at the bottom of the staircase, walking past the relics that had been resting under Odin’s protection for centuries. As she closed in on the Orb something slammed into her mind, staggering her backwards. Blinking past tears she looked around, wondering if her mind was too strongly tied to the Orb.
Taking a tentative step forward she felt the stabs of pain assaulting her mind harder, knocking her to her knees. Screaming she clutched at her forehead, writhing in agony as white hot pain darkened her vision and her ears throbbed with resonant whispers. She prayed that Heimdall or Odin would see the events taking place but would they really think to turn their all seeing gazes upon her when they knew she would be using the Orb?
Falling as tears blurred her darkness spotted vision, her eyes fell upon a stone. As she struggled to focus, the whispers grew louder filling her head with words that barely made sense to her. She recognized them as the Old Language, one that had all but been forgotten by the mortals of Midgard. She struggled for focus hoping that her gaze upon the strange relic would allow her to maintain consciousness until someone, anyone, found her.
Tapping into her own power she reached out her mind, struggling to make the connection to the magical dimension within her mind she called The Veil. She had rarely used the magic to connect to a sleeping mind while she herself was awake but this close to blacking out it should, in essence work easily. The first name that came to her mind was nothing but a whisper, she was growing weaker, she wouldn’t last long. If anyone needed to know about what was happening after their last encounter it was him.
“Loki!” she sent urgency with the thought, her body curling within itself, knees drawn to her chest as she gripped her hands into fists. Focusing on him again she sent images of the Vault Room hoping they would reach him.
As her vision returned, Sigyn began to notice the longer her eyes stayed upon the strange stone before her the less pain she felt. Forcing herself to her knees she crawled closer to the stone, the pain dimmed and the voices left her mind leaving her with the ability to stand. Eyeing the stone cautiously she searched her mind for the name of this stone and what powers it held that it could so easily infiltrate her thoughts and even her body. There was no other explanation and no other relic that could have been doing this to her.
Reaching her shaking fingers towards the stone she grazed them over the surface, a brief flash of whispers filled her head but quickly faded as she pulled her hand away. The whispers had promised power, had promised her answers and above all things, promised her vengeance. That was something she had been seeking since Loki had returned, and though she still loved him she had promised to make him suffer as he had made her suffer. Whether she still meant those words or not, something within her coiled, writhed and exploded.
The Darkness had returned.
Eyes snapping shut, Sigyn staggered, her head bowing as her mind again connected with the stone. No. Tablet. Slowing her eyes fluttered open, the pale blue orbs now filled with an amber coloration that seemed to move like fire. The look within them however was cold, hard and filled with anger. Only one other had witnessed this change and it was now clear to her that even he may be powerless to stop her on his own.
A dark smile curled upon her lips as she reached out, snatching the Tablet from its pedestal and turning to depart from the Vault. Using one hand she mimicked the movements she had witnessed Loki perform so long ago, she was shielding herself from Heimdall, Odin and all of Asgard becoming hidden from their sights. She had a promise to keep, that she would leave Asgard, that she would seek her vengeance upon the Realms and that Loki would be made to suffer.
“I told you darling.” her words were once again sent through The Veil. “This is all your doing.” though her mental voice was that of Sigyn if he heard the words he would undoubtedly recognize the change within her once more.
Moving at a hurried pace, Sigyn found one of the many locations within Asgard that would allow her to travel the Realms at ease. Stepping through, she easily vanished, taking the Tablet of Life and Time along with her.
The Realms were faced with a new threat, and a new terror.
Time Period: Current
Word count: 1155
Rating: Totally PG
It began within dreams, a subtle whisper tickling at the back of her mind. She hadn’t been fully aware of it at first passing it off as one of the few strange dreams that chose to intermix itself within her nightmares. She ignored them until they became more vivid and the whispers grew louder more urgent, more demanding of her attention. She grew hesitant to sleep as days passed and the dreams became worse, she would lay awake twisting the ring around her finger, the same ring Loki had promised would protect her when he could not. He couldn’t protect her from her own mind, he barely cared for her existence these days, why would he care that her nightmares were growing ever worse?
Granted access to the Vault Room by the All-Father himself, Sigyn was assigned the new task of seeking relics to add to the room. While he did not know the location of all of the relics himself he had means of searching for them; The Orb of Agamotto. The clairvoyant attributes of the Orb would allow her to seek out the relics and their magical properties no matter what Realm they were hidden upon. Though it had taken her time to attune her mind to the powers of the Orb, her magical aptitude thanks to Loki’s training had paid off. Within days she was able to find the first of the relics but, that was when the dreams started.
It wasn’t until her fifth trip from Asgard- following the directions of the Orb- that Sigyn began to hear the whispers in her waking hours. Figuring it was from her lack of sleep as well as the strain on her marriage with Loki, she ignored them once again. That was until she returned to the Vault room for another view into the Orb. Four weeks had passed since the whispers first started and since the strange lapses in time had happened, she had grown scared and eventually terrified as the darkness invading her had taken her twin sons from Asgard. It had been through her the darkness was able to steal them away, neither she nor Loki had any sense of where they could possibly be.
“One last relic..” she whispered to herself as she once more found herself at the bottom of the staircase, walking past the relics that had been resting under Odin’s protection for centuries. As she closed in on the Orb something slammed into her mind, staggering her backwards. Blinking past tears she looked around, wondering if her mind was too strongly tied to the Orb.
Taking a tentative step forward she felt the stabs of pain assaulting her mind harder, knocking her to her knees. Screaming she clutched at her forehead, writhing in agony as white hot pain darkened her vision and her ears throbbed with resonant whispers. She prayed that Heimdall or Odin would see the events taking place but would they really think to turn their all seeing gazes upon her when they knew she would be using the Orb?
Falling as tears blurred her darkness spotted vision, her eyes fell upon a stone. As she struggled to focus, the whispers grew louder filling her head with words that barely made sense to her. She recognized them as the Old Language, one that had all but been forgotten by the mortals of Midgard. She struggled for focus hoping that her gaze upon the strange relic would allow her to maintain consciousness until someone, anyone, found her.
Tapping into her own power she reached out her mind, struggling to make the connection to the magical dimension within her mind she called The Veil. She had rarely used the magic to connect to a sleeping mind while she herself was awake but this close to blacking out it should, in essence work easily. The first name that came to her mind was nothing but a whisper, she was growing weaker, she wouldn’t last long. If anyone needed to know about what was happening after their last encounter it was him.
“Loki!” she sent urgency with the thought, her body curling within itself, knees drawn to her chest as she gripped her hands into fists. Focusing on him again she sent images of the Vault Room hoping they would reach him.
As her vision returned, Sigyn began to notice the longer her eyes stayed upon the strange stone before her the less pain she felt. Forcing herself to her knees she crawled closer to the stone, the pain dimmed and the voices left her mind leaving her with the ability to stand. Eyeing the stone cautiously she searched her mind for the name of this stone and what powers it held that it could so easily infiltrate her thoughts and even her body. There was no other explanation and no other relic that could have been doing this to her.
Reaching her shaking fingers towards the stone she grazed them over the surface, a brief flash of whispers filled her head but quickly faded as she pulled her hand away. The whispers had promised power, had promised her answers and above all things, promised her vengeance. That was something she had been seeking since Loki had returned, and though she still loved him she had promised to make him suffer as he had made her suffer. Whether she still meant those words or not, something within her coiled, writhed and exploded.
The Darkness had returned.
Eyes snapping shut, Sigyn staggered, her head bowing as her mind again connected with the stone. No. Tablet. Slowing her eyes fluttered open, the pale blue orbs now filled with an amber coloration that seemed to move like fire. The look within them however was cold, hard and filled with anger. Only one other had witnessed this change and it was now clear to her that even he may be powerless to stop her on his own.
A dark smile curled upon her lips as she reached out, snatching the Tablet from its pedestal and turning to depart from the Vault. Using one hand she mimicked the movements she had witnessed Loki perform so long ago, she was shielding herself from Heimdall, Odin and all of Asgard becoming hidden from their sights. She had a promise to keep, that she would leave Asgard, that she would seek her vengeance upon the Realms and that Loki would be made to suffer.
“I told you darling.” her words were once again sent through The Veil. “This is all your doing.” though her mental voice was that of Sigyn if he heard the words he would undoubtedly recognize the change within her once more.
Moving at a hurried pace, Sigyn found one of the many locations within Asgard that would allow her to travel the Realms at ease. Stepping through, she easily vanished, taking the Tablet of Life and Time along with her.
The Realms were faced with a new threat, and a new terror.