This was supposed to be routine, or at least Banner had promised it would be. She should have anticipated Stark coming in and stirring up trouble while Dr Banner had a needle in her arm. The man had impeccable timing. It hadn't taken long for the 'Other Guy' to show his big green face.
Sigyn being who she is, and Stark being surprised and thoroughly without armor was right in the way of the big guy, leaving her to protect him. Shame she had forgotten about being.. Well.. Mortal.
Gasping for air past the broken ribs and the large shard of metal protruding from her side, she reached one hand out, praying that Sam could help her.
If Sam had known what would happen, she would've been there at the very beginning to help her friend. Sadly, she didn't possess the ability to time travel so she could only help her now. Letting herself mentally freak for a moment, Sam knelt as her friend's side, assessing her injuries.
"You're going to be okay," Sam reassured her, grasping Sigyn's hand. She looked around for something, anything, that might be of some help. "I'm going to look for a med kit. There has to be one around somewhere."
"Banner..." she barely manages the words. "Where... Where is Banner?" she refused to call him Hulk, refused to acknowledge him as a monster. She had seen true monsters in the Realms and she knew that he was nothing of the sort. The look in his eyes as he realized he had caused her harm, there was nothing monstrous about him.
"It's too late.." she whispers, shaking her head. "It's too late for me.. Just.. Just.." she winces, eyes shutting tightly. "Find him... He needs to know I don't.. I don't blame him."
Fenris refused to believe the news at first. Sigyn couldn't die, especially not from something as simple and mundane as a fall from a horse. She was a god, destined to go out in a wonderful and glorious fashion.
When Hel finally came to him, telling him in agonizing detail about how she had been trapped under the beast, her body crushed, only then did he believe. He went to her, ignoring any who gave one of Loki's spawn a side glance.
"Sigyn?" He questioned softly. She looked so still lying there.
She had been carefully moved since the accident, and even though the healers had done all they possibly could? It wasn't enough, her body was too broken from the weight of the horse and the trauma of the fall. She had already felt the cool fingertips of Hel upon her cheek, the whispered words she had spoken to her. They had offered little comfort despite the promises of comfort in the after life
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Fenris waited until the crowd had left the room, tossing their mostly sincere glances of sympathy at the woman not long for this world. Their murmured tones weren't low enough to disguise the words of how kind she was to spare her limited time with one of Loki's monsters. He ignored them. What time they had left together was not going to be spent with a taint of hate in his heart.
Once the last had filed out of the room, he allowed himself to fall apart. Sinking down, he pushed his head under her hand, usually so comforting, and now lying limp. "Oh, Sigyn."
He bit back a sob. "You can't leave me." Then he felt a stabbing pain of guilt go through him. Here she was, one of the few people in the world he could count among his family, dying, and all he could think about was himself.
"It's not fair," he said petulantly. Sigyn was sweet, kind, and understanding. Why had fate sought her out for such a cruel fate?
She heard the whispers and though she couldn't make them out clearly enough, she had an idea of what they said. Shooting a withering look towards the door, she felt a surge of anger flit through her. Her attention was only brought back to Fenris when she saw him move her hand. She wanted to curl her fingers gently into his fur as she had done so many times before, but they wouldn't respond.
Silent tears fell from the corners of her eyes, and the panic she felt was reflected in the pale orbs. "I... I cannot feel you.." her voice is still nothing more than a whisper.
"I do not wish to leave you..." her voice breaks as she struggles for a breath. "But... If this is my last day.. Know I will never... Truly leave you."
He pushed his head further up onto the bed until he is resting right by Sigyn's side. If he wasn't large enough to break the bed, he would climb right up next to her. He inhales her scent, a unique blend that is equal parts steel and sunlight. Closing his eyes, he tries to memorize it, holding it close in his mind.
"I...." Fenris, choked up by emotions, swallowed the lump in his throat. "I love you very much, Sigyn." Only death could have brought about such a raw confession from a creature wholly unused to announcing his emotions.
His thought flickered to earlier times. He'd been terrible as a puppy, wanting nothing to do with a strange new woman, no matter what relationship she had with his father. Testing his limits and her patience with him time and again, she had eventually worn him down and found a place in his heart. Those days seemed so very far away now.
She wished she could feel something more than the pain constantly coursing through her body. Despite the magics of her parents she still felt each broken bone, each bruise that covered her delicately pale skin. Closing her eyes she does her best to hide the tears created by his words. Regardless of the efforts, tears leak freely over her temples.
"And I love you, Fenris." her voice gains a little more strength. "No matter the fact you were never my child... I always thought of you as my son."
there was such finality in the words. She knew and remembered their past well, it had been such a trying time and Fenris had been too much like his father. She still couldn't believe how she had, had the patience for them both.
For once, Fenris is glad that his wolf form lacks tear ducts. If he began to cry now, he felt that he would never stop. He didn't want Sigyn to have her last memory be of him a sobbing wreck.
"I never did give you the title you most deserved...." Therein had lain the main fault at the start of their relationship. Fenris, confused and fearful, couldn't accept what he had thought was someone bound to replace Angrboða. Afraid of forgetting his own mother, he'd done his best to keep Sigyn at bay. It all seemed such a waste now. ".....Mother."
His words are a stab to her heart but, it is a pleasing one. With all the hurt coursing through her body from the broken bones and the ruptured organs, his words had worked better than any of the magic the Aesir possessed. Her fingers twitch slightly against his fur as she struggles to once more give him a show of affection.
"Fenris.." she closes her eyes tightly, tears leaking freely over her paling skin. "That is a word I never expected to hear.. No matter how much I wished it." she manages a weak smile.
"You.." she struggles for a breath. "You will always be one of my sons. All of you that are his... I love you all so dearly." she wheezes out a cough. "Can... Can you tell them that.. Can you tell them all?"
"I will. I promise on my father's name." It's about the biggest promise he's ever going to make. Jörmungandr and Hel would both know, though he knew they already did. This was bigger than that. They would all know, those who had feared and disapproved all those years. How she had loved her husband's children like they were her own, even when all said not to. Fenris was going to make sure they remembered this well.
He leans over, licking the salty tears away from her skin, always so fair, and now deathly pale at the end. "I will never forget your face, not even when the mountains crumble and the ocean boils."
"I do not wish for you to remember me like this.." more tears follow even after the ones he swiped away. "I do not wish for you to remember me so broken and weak, so unable to hug those I love.. So useless."
And it was how she felt, useless. She was no good to anyone, no good to her family if she could not recover from this. Something within her mind flickers, even as the light slowly begins to fade from her eyes. "Where is he? Where is my Loki..." her voice begins to grow softer, more forced, fingers twitching as though searching for him.
Fenris had been in enough battles to know the moment when death was about to come to someone. His ears twitched, catching the faint sounds of those come to escort his stepmother into the afterlife. It was all happening too soon. He wasn't ready. He knew he never would be.
"Do not worry. He is here, Sigyn." He hated to lie, but Fenris would not see her die with a troubled mind. Her body had already supplied enough pain.
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[Sam happens upon her friend, wondering what the heck was going on - what caused the alarms to suddenly go off throughout the facility.]
[OOC: Sam's flailing, jsyk.]
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Sigyn being who she is, and Stark being surprised and thoroughly without armor was right in the way of the big guy, leaving her to protect him. Shame she had forgotten about being.. Well.. Mortal.
Gasping for air past the broken ribs and the large shard of metal protruding from her side, she reached one hand out, praying that Sam could help her.
((Omg she hates me for putting her into this))
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"You're going to be okay," Sam reassured her, grasping Sigyn's hand. She looked around for something, anything, that might be of some help. "I'm going to look for a med kit. There has to be one around somewhere."
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"It's too late.." she whispers, shaking her head. "It's too late for me.. Just.. Just.." she winces, eyes shutting tightly. "Find him... He needs to know I don't.. I don't blame him."
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When Hel finally came to him, telling him in agonizing detail about how she had been trapped under the beast, her body crushed, only then did he believe. He went to her, ignoring any who gave one of Loki's spawn a side glance.
"Sigyn?" He questioned softly. She looked so still lying there.
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Once the last had filed out of the room, he allowed himself to fall apart. Sinking down, he pushed his head under her hand, usually so comforting, and now lying limp. "Oh, Sigyn."
He bit back a sob. "You can't leave me." Then he felt a stabbing pain of guilt go through him. Here she was, one of the few people in the world he could count among his family, dying, and all he could think about was himself.
"It's not fair," he said petulantly. Sigyn was sweet, kind, and understanding. Why had fate sought her out for such a cruel fate?
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Silent tears fell from the corners of her eyes, and the panic she felt was reflected in the pale orbs. "I... I cannot feel you.." her voice is still nothing more than a whisper.
"I do not wish to leave you..." her voice breaks as she struggles for a breath. "But... If this is my last day.. Know I will never... Truly leave you."
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"I...." Fenris, choked up by emotions, swallowed the lump in his throat. "I love you very much, Sigyn." Only death could have brought about such a raw confession from a creature wholly unused to announcing his emotions.
His thought flickered to earlier times. He'd been terrible as a puppy, wanting nothing to do with a strange new woman, no matter what relationship she had with his father. Testing his limits and her patience with him time and again, she had eventually worn him down and found a place in his heart. Those days seemed so very far away now.
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"And I love you, Fenris." her voice gains a little more strength. "No matter the fact you were never my child... I always thought of you as my son."
there was such finality in the words. She knew and remembered their past well, it had been such a trying time and Fenris had been too much like his father. She still couldn't believe how she had, had the patience for them both.
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"I never did give you the title you most deserved...." Therein had lain the main fault at the start of their relationship. Fenris, confused and fearful, couldn't accept what he had thought was someone bound to replace Angrboða. Afraid of forgetting his own mother, he'd done his best to keep Sigyn at bay. It all seemed such a waste now. ".....Mother."
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"Fenris.." she closes her eyes tightly, tears leaking freely over her paling skin. "That is a word I never expected to hear.. No matter how much I wished it." she manages a weak smile.
"You.." she struggles for a breath. "You will always be one of my sons. All of you that are his... I love you all so dearly." she wheezes out a cough. "Can... Can you tell them that.. Can you tell them all?"
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He leans over, licking the salty tears away from her skin, always so fair, and now deathly pale at the end. "I will never forget your face, not even when the mountains crumble and the ocean boils."
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And it was how she felt, useless. She was no good to anyone, no good to her family if she could not recover from this. Something within her mind flickers, even as the light slowly begins to fade from her eyes. "Where is he? Where is my Loki..." her voice begins to grow softer, more forced, fingers twitching as though searching for him.
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"Do not worry. He is here, Sigyn." He hated to lie, but Fenris would not see her die with a troubled mind. Her body had already supplied enough pain.
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