Fell in love with the fire long ago

“Mum? Can I ask you something personal?” Ullr asked. His voice was steady, but there was an undercurrent Sif couldn’t quite pin. What was going through his head on his wedding day? She composed herself and smoothed her dress.“Yes, of course. What is it?”He looked down at the floor and inspected his shoes with great interest, unwilling to meet her eyes.“Do you…” He cleared his throat. “Do you… ever regret getting married?”She blinked.Of course, she regretted that things had ended in a trash-fire with Loki. But did she regret what they’d had? That they’d been in love? That they’d supported each other, and grew together, and raised a wonderful, brilliant, sweet human being together? No.“Of course, she does,” Loki said, appearing in the doorway and casting a long shadow across the room. “She marriedme, after all. Who wouldn’t?”