The Mischief Maker

The mischief maker
He stands across from me
He holds out his hand
I take it
Why?
Because I belong to him

We walk arm and arm
Right through the chaos
The destruction
We are oblivious to the cries
The sorrow
He hums a soft tune
I let him
Because I belong to him

He cries and screams
Begs me to stay
But I can't, I can't
My pain is too great
He cries
He sobs
And I stay
Because I belong to him

My heart aches
I watch him suffer, watch him writhe
The world is dark
Cold
I hold on to him as he shakes
Because he belongs to me too

He turns me
Changes me
The world turns on it's axis
I can't breathe
We watch the world together
Watch it burn
We belong to one another
The mischief maker and I

Oh the sweet sorrow we cause
We see
There is no more forgiveness
No more wrongdoing
For the mischief maker and his wife

We bend
We break
We caress each other's soft skin
We scream and cry
And shatter within
As is the story of Loki, and his sweet, sweet Sigyn

Author's Note

Just a poem about how I think the relationship of the Norse God Loki and his wife, Sigyn would work :)