Sigyn, Gudinna Trogen (sigyn) wrote in deities_dot_com, @ 2014-07-20 14:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~hermod, ~sigyn |
Revenge vs. Vengeance (tag: Hermod)
It had been a couple months since Sigyn had opened the door to find Frigg on her porch. The gift that had been left on her steps had been kicked aside and would have been left to rot in the rain had she not known that it would have prompted questions from Loki. Questions she didn't want to answer. So she'd thrown the thing way, whatever it was, and had only told Loki that Frigg had contacted her to say she was sorry. She didn't tell him that she'd shown up at their home. Or about Frigg's parting words. But Sigyn could not forget them.
Frigg had said that she was well within her rights to demand weregeld.
At first, it infuriated Sigyn. It was just more proof of Frigg's lack of understanding. To think that a payment could ever replace the sons that she'd lost at the hands of almost the entire damn pantheon was insulting. How much was a life worth? Was that all it would have taken for Frigg to let go of her own mourning of Balder?
Because Sigyn was convinced that was the only son that Frigg actually missed. Hod was only mentioned when it was convenient for her to have lost two sons rather than one. And the truth was, Frigg had less to mourn than Sigyn did. Frigg did not have to watch her children die. She didn't have to see how one turned against the other, and whatever Frigg might like to think, there was no coercion to make that happen. Nobody had tormented Hod to make him turn while she was restrained, helpless to stop it. Her sons' bodies had not been desecrated for petty vengeance. No, Frigg's sons were both given clean deaths and their fates were known.
That was one of the things that had bothered Sigyn the most. Not knowing what had happened to Vali. It tortured her for centuries and still showed up in her nightmares. Thoughts of her son, confused and hurt, dying alone somewhere. Or had he managed to live a bit longer, carrying the guilt of ending his brother's life, wondering why his parents had not come for him? It killed her a little inside, that uncertainty.
And Frigg thought that she could not only compare her grief to Sigyn's, but place her own suffering above that of someone she once called friend, for all this time only to have the slate wiped clean with a few measly words of apology? And when that hadn't worked, weregeld had been offered. It was nothing more than another way for Frigg to ease her own conscience, Sigyn was sure. The woman was horridly and completely self-centered.
But perhaps there was a way to give her some inkling of how it felt. Maybe the offer of weregeld could be used to educate Frigg, to enlighten all of them, of how horrible a nightmare they had forced on her and Loki. They might have felt that Loki deserved it, disloyal as they were to someone that had helped them time and again, but Sigyn hadn't. And she was owed some recompense.
Still. Weregeld was not going to cut it. There was no price that could be put on the lives of her children. If Frigg wished to use such an archaic means of reparation, it wasn't payment that Sigyn wanted. It was blood revenge. A life for a life was all that was fair. Wasn't that why Hod had been killed, in return for the death of his golden brother? Even if someone tried to claim that Narvi had been killed because of the murder of Fimafeng, which was a stretch to begin with, Sigyn had lost two sons. By her estimation, she was due some vengeance.
With that in mind, knowing the difficult thing she was about to do, she kept it somber and formall, because there was nothing friendly about this situation. Sigyn silently called, “Hermod, bravest of the Aesir, swift and loyal messenger, Sigyn, the most faithful, calls upon you and requests your presence.”