HELLMOUTHS

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asynja-sigyn:

It pained Sigyn to see how little – or what – effect her words had on him; she blinked away a sting of tears, wincing as though swallowing something bitter. It was bitter, this entire reunion. Then again, she had already cautioned herself in Asgard that she had no idea whom she might find here. Perhaps, in time, things would change.

As he turned, she shadowed him, a small figure following his taller one. “My home is here now.” With you. And that was a bitter realization as well. 

“Then you are a fool,” he scoffed, continuing to leave her in the background, unforgiving posture held by his spine. He would not concede to give into her simply because she could fake some tears or continue to pine for his love. He was not so easily distracted, not so easily broken.

Of course, it wasn’t considered in best taste to leave someone to fend on their own, but, he thought, she deserved it. She had been foolish enough to invoke it upon herself, then she should suffer the consequences of her own decision.

“Goodbye, Sigyn.”

Afraid. He was afraid of something. Of the past? Of danger to whatever he had here now? Or what? It was the only answer she could come up with, watching him separate from her a distance, before she continued to follow. She knew not where to go now apart from him, and wasn’t about to leave him either. Something was wrong.

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apoisontongue:

asynja-sigyn:

apoisontongue:

“I’m afraid not, Miss,” he said, flashing a little smile. “You’re going to have to come down more than that because you see, the market for this isn’t what it used to be. That price was all well and fine a month ago, but not now. Now, the price has dropped to the point that you’re just going to have to let it go for five hundred dollars. Seems prohibition is taking effect mighty well and people ain’t buying alcohol like they once were.”

Five hundred? He had to be kidding. That was a lowball beyond what she had even been expecting. “Now that just seems a crime to let such good liquor go for so cheaply.” Sigyn smiled, giving a little toss of her head. The nerves were being kept at bay, now that she was in the thick of negotiating and had to focus on her words and actions.

“What I mean is, the price is a sign of something quality. This is very fine stuff all the way from Canada, not just your regular bathtub gin. And,” she added, biting her lip and looking him over again, “You seem like a man who appreciates quality things, Mister –” She stopped, frowning. “I don’t think I caught your name.”   

“I never told it to you,” he said, simply, smiling at her. “And I do know quality, but I also know a liar when I see one. I can’t believe that, not when the quality of the last batch we bought from you was so poor.”

Lies he could spin with ease, speak without flinching, without showing a sign of a tick in order to put on a convincing face. “Perhaps if that had been better, I would be more willing to pay your price, but it wasn’t and we’ve lost our faith, we don’t know what we can believe by you and what we can’t. If you were to sell to us at this price and the quality was good then we can negotiate a higher price the next time.”

Sigyn blinked in surprise at his slight. You’re quite a liar yourself. And one that was out of her league. She cursed her mother for offering her up for this job; they must have expected someone else. Hurrying to recover, she flashed a smile of her own, taking a few steps towards him. “Negotiation’s out of the question at this point, whether it’s now or later. I stand by my word about the liquor and it’s worth every penny. But—” she hesitated, unwilling to voice what she was about to say, and looked aside, allowing her anxiety to show before glancing back at him. “Certainly we can think of something to sweeten the deal?”

Those words barely left her lips when the warehouse burst into light, artificial, electric, harsh. Sigyn’s eyes went wide, pupils tiny in the sudden brightness, and she instinctively jumped towards the man near her. The floodlight beam was aimed right at them, just as were several guns of several police officers hiding amongst the rubble. 

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apoisontongue:

asynja-sigyn:

Again she was looking at his back, a cutting off from any further study of his face. His words were like timber to a fire within herself, and for once she let it roar and flame, something she usually quelled before it overtook her.

Sigyn grabbed his arm and tried to force him back around.

“How dare you assume that I would not understand? Was it not I who was your confidant in Asgard, your— companion?” Face flushed and voice rising, she was drawing more stares from passersby. “I could still be there, biding my time until marriage, but instead I left with no hope or intention of return. In order to find you. Despite whatever may have happened on Midgard or anywhere else. What more proof do you want that I am here for you or that I care for you?” Breathless, she tried to regain some composure. “Regardless of your answer, I am staying here by your side. You were one of the few who bothered to understand me.

“Do no touch me,” he said, recoiling from her touch as though she had burned him. “Simple minded girl,” he snarled, turning on her. “Always thinking in the past. The past is exactly that, the past. And it is unchangeable.”

He began to leave her again. It would have been easier if she had not come. Hadn’t she always interfered? Always slipped in to whatever he had been doing and made her presence known. He had tolerated it once, but now, he had little patience for it.

“Run back home if you know what is good for you.”

It pained Sigyn to see how little – or what – effect her words had on him; she blinked away a sting of tears, wincing as though swallowing something bitter. It was bitter, this entire reunion. Then again, she had already cautioned herself in Asgard that she had no idea whom she might find here. Perhaps, in time, things would change.

As he turned, she shadowed him, a small figure following his taller one. “My home is here now.” With you. And that was a bitter realization as well. 

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apoisontongue:

“I’m afraid not, Miss,” he said, flashing a little smile. “You’re going to have to come down more than that because you see, the market for this isn’t what it used to be. That price was all well and fine a month ago, but not now. Now, the price has dropped to the point that you’re just going to have to let it go for five hundred dollars. Seems prohibition is taking effect mighty well and people ain’t buying alcohol like they once were.”

Five hundred? He had to be kidding. That was a lowball beyond what she had even been expecting. “Now that just seems a crime to let such good liquor go for so cheaply.” Sigyn smiled, giving a little toss of her head. The nerves were being kept at bay, now that she was in the thick of negotiating and had to focus on her words and actions.

“What I mean is, the price is a sign of something quality. This is very fine stuff all the way from Canada, not just your regular bathtub gin. And,” she added, biting her lip and looking him over again, “You seem like a man who appreciates quality things, Mister –” She stopped, frowning. “I don’t think I caught your name.”   

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apoisontongue:

asynja-sigyn:

“I know you are not.”

The glances sent their way made her self-conscious and she lowered her voice even more. His statement puzzled her, however – she had long felt he was different in the way he showed interest in magic, how he’d laughed at some of the brawny Asgardians who used more energy exercising their muscles instead of their minds. That was just him, part of a whole that she loved. But his declaration sounded as though it went deeper than that.

“That’s why I have sought you out. I do not presume to understand. In fact,” her own voice grew taut, “I do not understand. So if I am a fool, then so be it, but I ask that you enlighten me. I do not want to hear rumors and whispers anymore. I want—” The truth? – she stopped short of saying. “I want you to tell me so I can understand.” 

He smiled at this, a twisted, broken smile. “You will never understand and it would be a waste of breath to even try.” He turned from her, refusing to take in the hurt look in her eyes. He refused to accept any of the vague hurt that was written into her features.

Loki refused to be that weak, to be cowed by a girl who allied herself with the same ones who had mocked him, who had sought to humiliate him, to use him. He would not take any pity on her, turn back to her and apologize and seek her forgiveness. Perhaps then he might have, he thought, but not now. Not with the burn of anger that was in his chest, licking at his ribs and had not faded.

Again she was looking at his back, a cutting off from any further study of his face. His words were like timber to a fire within herself, and for once she let it roar and flame, something she usually quelled before it overtook her.

Sigyn grabbed his arm and tried to force him back around.

“How dare you assume that I would not understand? Was it not I who was your confidant in Asgard, your— companion?” Face flushed and voice rising, she was drawing more stares from passersby. “I could still be there, biding my time until marriage, but instead I left with no hope or intention of return. In order to find you. Despite whatever may have happened on Midgard or anywhere else. What more proof do you want that I am here for you or that I care for you?” Breathless, she tried to regain some composure. “Regardless of your answer, I am staying here by your side. You were one of the few who bothered to understand me.

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apoisontongue:

asynja-sigyn:

“And you’re them, too.” Sigyn tried squaring her shoulders, taking a step forward – anything to defy her inner fear. “I’m not jumpy. You’re here for the juice?” She paused, tilting her chin and appraising him with half-lidded eyes. “There’s just one little question to deal with beforehand.” Oh womanly wiles, start a-working… 

He leaned back, shoulders thrown back, nodding. “Yeah, there is.” He tilted his head, frowning at her. He almost wondered if she was tipsy herself. He would have to check the amount, he thought, make sure that she hadn’t tapped into the amounts at all herself.

She wasn’t quite sure how to address this evasive answer, having hoped that he’d be eager to get this over and done with and have a drink himself. So, Sigyn took a breath and barreled ahead with her exorbitant price. “Twelve hundred, no less.”

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apoisontongue:

asynja-sigyn:

apoisontongue:

asynja-sigyn:

Sigyn turned off her car’s engine and sat in cold silence. Fall was, well, falling, and for the first time in months, she noticed the vapor escaping her mouth as she breathed. The frigid air only seemed to amplify the echo of a distant train whistle, and the following rumble as the train moved along the tracks.

Such a lonesome part of town, Sigyn thought, after looking around and getting out. White moonlight only cast harsher shadows on the crumbling brick buildings surrounding a huge abandoned warehouse. Even the police had been bought out by her grandfather, told to keep their noses out of the old Vandermeer Street warehouse.

No police. That was what she was told, anyway. But it wasn’t necessarily the police Sigyn was worried about.

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He had his hands in his pockets, brim of his hat low, green gaze falling on his brother who drove, telling him over and over what he should expect to do. “Keep your head,” he said, eyes leaving the road to glance at his brother. “Don’t let them talk you into anything.”

Loki stared at him. “Do remember who you’re talking to.”

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Sigyn licked dry lips, not seeing anything in particular. After another careful inspection of her surroundings, she took a step or two forward into the warehouse, avoiding the patterns of moonlight cast on the floor.

“H-hello?” Maybe if she was a toddler investigating the monsters in her bedroom closet, that voice would work. Maybe. Sigyn tried imitating her grandfather when he was particularly angry. “Er— show yourself!” 

Her hand traveled back to her pistol, then away. Not yet…

He frowned, glancing at the figure who had seemingly found him before he had found them. They had sent a woman, oh they would regret that. He smirked a little, hand reaching up to tip up the brim of his hat so that she might see his eyes. “Don’t be so jumpy,” he said smoothly, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I take it your them, then.”

It was a good check. If she didn’t know what he was talking about, he could just assume her some lost girl who had stumbled into the wrong place. If she knew, then she was it, and she would be easy to casually make agree to his price.

“And you’re them, too.” Sigyn tried squaring her shoulders, taking a step forward – anything to defy her inner fear. “I’m not jumpy. You’re here for the juice?” She paused, tilting her chin and appraising him with half-lidded eyes. “There’s just one little question to deal with beforehand.” Oh womanly wiles, start a-working… 

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apoisontongue:

asynja-sigyn:

apoisonprince:

He did not hesitate, turning sharply on his heel to face her. “I have changed for the better,” he said, a sneer creeping to his lips. “I am wiser, stronger and above everyone. I have rose above your kind.” He glanced at her, a twisted smirk at the corner of his lips. “And you are a fool for trying to find me.”

The face which greeted her eyes, and its accompanying sneer, tore any words from her throat. Sigyn wavered. “You have indeed changed,” she managed after a second of daring to search his face, now so pale and gaunt and grim. Hardly how she remembered it, even in worse times.

“And yet you now sound like them. ‘Stronger’? ‘Above your kind’?” A humorless smile and hurt flashed across her face. “Similar words were spoken to me by some of the very gods and goddesses you claim to be above, simply because of my heritage.” 

“How good of you to notice,” he said, craning his neck to better look at her.

At her comment, however, he frowned, recoiling from her as though she had burned him. “I am not them,” he shouted, attracting vague glances from the people around them. Of course, he thought, this looked like a domestic dispute to them, something he had seen enough mortals have that it was not so out of place. “I never was and I never will be!”

His jaw clenched and his breathing sped up as frustration occupied his chest. “Do not dare speak as though you understand.”

“I know you are not.”

The glances sent their way made her self-conscious and she lowered her voice even more. His statement puzzled her, however – she had long felt he was different in the way he showed interest in magic, how he’d laughed at some of the brawny Asgardians who used more energy exercising their muscles instead of their minds. That was just him, part of a whole that she loved. But his declaration sounded as though it went deeper than that.

“That’s why I have sought you out. I do not presume to understand. In fact,” her own voice grew taut, “I do not understand. So if I am a fool, then so be it, but I ask that you enlighten me. I do not want to hear rumors and whispers anymore. I want—” The truth? – she stopped short of saying. “I want you to tell me so I can understand.” 

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apoisontongue:

asynja-sigyn:

Sigyn turned off her car’s engine and sat in cold silence. Fall was, well, falling, and for the first time in months, she noticed the vapor escaping her mouth as she breathed. The frigid air only seemed to amplify the echo of a distant train whistle, and the following rumble as the train moved along the tracks.

Such a lonesome part of town, Sigyn thought, after looking around and getting out. White moonlight only cast harsher shadows on the crumbling brick buildings surrounding a huge abandoned warehouse. Even the police had been bought out by her grandfather, told to keep their noses out of the old Vandermeer Street warehouse.

No police. That was what she was told, anyway. But it wasn’t necessarily the police Sigyn was worried about.

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He had his hands in his pockets, brim of his hat low, green gaze falling on his brother who drove, telling him over and over what he should expect to do. “Keep your head,” he said, eyes leaving the road to glance at his brother. “Don’t let them talk you into anything.”

Loki stared at him. “Do remember who you’re talking to.”

Read More

Sigyn licked dry lips, not seeing anything in particular. After another careful inspection of her surroundings, she took a step or two forward into the warehouse, avoiding the patterns of moonlight cast on the floor.

“H-hello?” Maybe if she was a toddler investigating the monsters in her bedroom closet, that voice would work. Maybe. Sigyn tried imitating her grandfather when he was particularly angry. “Er— show yourself!” 

Her hand traveled back to her pistol, then away. Not yet…

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Sigyn turned off her car’s engine and sat in cold silence. Fall was, well, falling, and for the first time in months, she noticed the vapor escaping her mouth as she breathed. The frigid air only seemed to amplify the echo of a distant train whistle, and the following rumble as the train moved along the tracks.

Such a lonesome part of town, Sigyn thought, after looking around and getting out. White moonlight only cast harsher shadows on the crumbling brick buildings surrounding a huge abandoned warehouse. Even the police had been bought out by her grandfather, told to keep their noses out of the old Vandermeer Street warehouse.

No police. That was what she was told, anyway. But it wasn’t necessarily the police Sigyn was worried about.

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