It grieved Thor to tell Sigyn of Loki’s passing almost as much as it grieved her to hear it. She listened as if from a great distance away, silent and bereaved, but also confused. How could this have happened? Sigyn had known a Loki that was mischievous, yes, and a troublemaker, but also kind and loving, who as a boy had once helped untangle her from a tree in the All-Father’s grove after her hair had gotten caught in the branches.
“We will mourn for him,” Thor said, meaning that boy, not the man that had chosen death over reconciliation. She closed her eyes, nodding slowly. Still her lips trembled with the words, I don’t know how to mourn him. I only ever knew how to love him.