A/N: So I'm trash and unearthed a fic I started working on back in 2013 from ancient files in my computer. I decided it wasn't nearly as shitty as I expected it to be, and have hence picked it back up again. Enjoy. xx.

Fidelitas
A Lily By Any Other Name

Fidelity:

1.

strict observance of promises, duties, etc.: a servant's fidelity.

2.

loyalty: fidelity to one's country.

3.

conjugal faithfulness.

She was cold.

Colder than she'd ever been in life.

A pale, ghostly pallor had begun to creep into her face, overtaking the previous healthy glow. Her eyes, once a brilliant blue and full of life had begun to dull, now forever empty. Ruby red lips slightly parted, blonde waves falling to the ground. Death's cruel arms were cradling her rather than his own.

Her.

His Sigyn.

"Sigyn…"

A choked sob escaped his lips, his vision going blurry with tears. He knelt down, letting grief and shock crash down on him as he pulled her into his lap. He let his fingers trail over her face, past her unseeing eyes, tangling in her hair.

"No."

He closed his eyes. Maybe if he shut them tight enough, wish this all away, he wouldn't be clutching Sigyn's lifeless body to his own. This could very well be a nightmare that he would wake up from soon, a distant memory he could shove into a secluded corner of his mind. He wasn't too late; Sigyn was still alive and breathing right next to him—

"Loki." A stern yet gentle voice called out.

He slowly opened his eyes, feeling more tears fall as he did so. Standing above him was the Allfather, his expression grim as he looked down at his youngest son and his now deceased daughter-in-law.

"She will be greeted with a warrior's welcome in Valhalla."

Loki blinked and tightened his grip on Sigyn. Her body had gone completely rigid. If it was up to him, she wouldn't be on her way to Valhalla. She would be with him on Asgard. But part of him knew no amount of magic, no spell; no ability would be able to bring her back. He'd be stupid to even try. Gently, he closed her eyelids with his finger. She looked peaceful, as if she was sleeping.

Sleep is just a cousin of death, he thought bitterly, choking back another sob as he put her down.

Odin offered Loki his help as he shakily stood, but the Trickster refused. He heard his brother bellow something in the distance, loud enough for all the Nine Realms to hear, but it sounded distorted. The only things Loki was certain he was hearing was the rush of his own blood through his veins and a constant ringing in his ears. Somehow, it was as if the world had lost its vibrancy and color. It was as if his entire world had abruptly stopped still, suspended like a pendulum out of motion.

With a final glance at his wife, Loki turned on his heel, feeling hollow. But he bit his lip and refused to let himself cry more than he already had. He'd mourn in private with no one watching him. With no one saying how Sigyn would have been better off marrying Asgard's golden prince instead of its dark one. He could already hear the whispers of the court; hear the gossip of people who had nothing better to do. They had never understood.

No amount of magic can bring her back.

The infant cradled in the woman's arms wasn't supposed to be alive.

She wasn't even supposed to make it past six months inside the womb. The doctors had diagnosed her with a condition that would make her life very difficult if she had not been miscarried or aborted.

A miracle, the nurses had whispered, when they first heard the strong cry of the newborn.

A mistake in the diagnostics, the doctors had said as they ran tests on the baby girl.

A sign from God, her Christian parents had concluded as the little girl opened her bright blue eyes.

Hannah Frost was not supposed to be alive, but she was. Some would attribute it to destiny, religion or science. Maybe the universe had decided to be kind to her and give her a chance at life.

Even if she had already lived another.

A/N: I mean nothing excuses the fact that I'm literally writing a Loki/OC fic. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. God, I am such trash.