Who: Sigyn (Narrative, though open to Loki) What: Finding Loki in a bad state. Again. Where: Loki's apartment When: Back-dated to late September
There had been no response to her knock on the door.
Shifting the bag of groceries to her left arm, Sigyn unlocked it and let herself in. She didn’t give the mess inside more than a glance - it was nothing more than the usual, and she would put things back in order before she left. She always did.
Before she could do more than set the bag down, however, she thought she heard something.
Loki?
Leaving the bag and her other things, Sigyn walked through the rooms and peered into doorways until she found him. Stretched out and unmoving, silent. He looked as though if she had heard anything, it hadn’t been him.
She knelt beside him, putting a hand out to feel his forehead, his cheeks. Nothing. No reaction, nothing to feel. Nothing to alarm her but a perfect absence.
Why? What had happened to him? Had someone done something to him? All questions she would have liked the answers to, and all questions, like so many others through the years, she probably would not find the answers to. Not that they mattered.
One of her hands ran through his hair, the other kept one of his hands in hers. Knowing likely wouldn’t help her do anything for him, and knowing wouldn’t change what she would do anyway. She would stay here and make sure nothing else happened, she’d sit here and talk to him until he woke up or until she couldn’t speak anymore. Not that she thought the latter would happen.
“Alright, Loki. I’ve got some new stories to tell you, but I’m sure I’ll be repeating myself before very long. You already know the best ones.”
She started talking, on and on, whatever came to mind. The best books she’d read, the funniest things she’d seen, the best of her memories.
The only way he’d get her to shut up would be to wake up and tell her so.