"No, please don't go." The words fall out jumbled, almost tripping over each other, and Sigyn wraps her other hand around Loki's arm. She just barely manages to stop herself from holding too tightly, trying to force Loki to stay with her. She doesn't want to upset her more, doesn't want to give Loki a reason to run, but she can't just let her walk away. Not when she doesn't know why she's here or if she'll still be here if Sigyn takes her eyes off of her -- and maybe that's a ridiculous thought, but this is a ridiculous fucking place that appears out of nowhere and sends things clawing at her door and shoves her dead wife into her path and who knows what it will do if Loki walks away? Maybe this is some kind of torment; maybe she gets to see her one more time and then she loses her all over again if she doesn't do the right thing and Sigyn can't let that happen.

Some part of her is aware that her thoughts are growing frantic and not making sense anymore, but a much, much larger part of her doesn't care about anything but making sure Loki never, ever leaves her sight.

"Please, Loki, you can't leave," she says, almost begging.