It isn't pity that formed on her face but concern. She had always carried an air of melancholy, an air that had only thickened when Loki left Asgard and entered the void below. She had suffered much, but Loki had suffered even more. Not only could she see it etched over his features, but she could feel it in her very core.
She wanted him to meet her eyes again, and gathered her skirts to kneel in front of him, sitting back on her heels. "Loki, please," Sigyn requested quietly, extending a hand, hovering over his forearm. Would he allow her to reach for him or would he shrink away? She feared that reaction.
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It isn't pity that formed on her face but concern. She had always carried an air of melancholy, an air that had only thickened when Loki left Asgard and entered the void below. She had suffered much, but Loki had suffered even more. Not only could she see it etched over his features, but she could feel it in her very core.
She wanted him to meet her eyes again, and gathered her skirts to kneel in front of him, sitting back on her heels. "Loki, please," Sigyn requested quietly, extending a hand, hovering over his forearm. Would he allow her to reach for him or would he shrink away? She feared that reaction.