The Sirens: The Deadly Song of the Sea and the Truth Behind Their Lure

The fire in the grand hall of the Immortal Gazette crackled warmly, casting flickering shadows on the stone walls. Alice, perched on the arm of Loki’s chair, absently traced patterns in the air with her fingertip—small trails of blue light following her movement. Loki, lounging with his usual smugness, hummed a low, haunting melody under his breath. Rumplestiltskin narrowed his eyes at them both, already suspecting trickery.

"You’re in an annoying mood," Rumple muttered, eyeing Alice suspiciously.

Loki smirked but said nothing. Instead, he continued humming, the eerie tune curling through the air like a ghostly whisper. Alice grinned, swaying slightly.

"You do know that’s a siren song, right?" she purred, tilting her head. "One of the oldest. It’s no wonder their voices drove men to madness—there’s a certain power in that kind of longing."

Rumple scoffed. "Please. I’ve heard more dangerous sounds coming from a drunk goblin after midnight. But go on, educate us, oh wise tricksters."

Alice chuckled and leaned forward. "Well, since you begged so nicely—let’s talk about the Sirens, the legendary creatures who lured sailors to their doom with nothing but their voices."

The Myth of the Sirens: Not Your Average Mermaids

Forget what you've seen in cartoons—Sirens were not beautiful mermaids combing their hair on the rocks. The earliest Greek myths described them as half-woman, half-bird creatures, with feathers and clawed feet. They perched on rocky shores, singing melodies so irresistible that passing sailors would crash their ships trying to reach them.

"Ah," Loki sighed dramatically, "the original heartbreakers. Singing sweet nothings, promising love and delight, only to pull you under and drown you in cold, merciless waves." He grinned. "I respect the artistry."

Alice nodded. "The whole ‘beautiful mermaid’ thing came later, when people started confusing Sirens with the water-dwelling nymphs. In reality, Sirens weren’t about love. They were about power, about control. They didn’t seduce men for romance—they called them to their doom."

Rumple chuckled darkly. "And mortals, being the fools they are, kept falling for it."

Why Were They So Powerful?

It wasn’t just their voices—it was what they sang. The Sirens’ songs weren’t random melodies; they promised knowledge, secrets, and desires that lurked in the hearts of men. Each sailor heard exactly what they longed for most—whether it was love, glory, home, or forbidden knowledge.

"Imagine that," Alice mused, tapping her chin. "A voice that speaks directly to your deepest desire. Wouldn’t you follow it?"

Loki smirked. "Oh, darling, I already know my deepest desires. I don’t need a Siren to tell me."

Rumple snorted. "That’s because you are the male equivalent of a Siren. You whisper temptation into people’s ears for sport."

Loki gave a mock bow. "Flatterer."

How Did People Resist?

Not many did—but two famous figures did manage to outwit the Sirens:

Odysseus – That crafty mortal tied himself to his ship’s mast and stuffed his crew’s ears with wax so they couldn’t hear the deadly song. He, however, wanted to listen—because, of course, he did. He nearly lost his mind, but since he was physically restrained, he survived.
Orpheus – The legendary musician fought sound with sound. When he and the Argonauts sailed near the Sirens, Orpheus played his lyre so beautifully that his music drowned out their song, keeping the crew safe.

Alice sighed dreamily. "Orpheus. Now there’s a man who understood the power of music. Too bad his love life was a complete disaster."

Loki smirked. "Ah, but tragedy makes for such good stories."

The Modern Truth Behind the Lure

The legend of the Sirens isn’t just about magic—it’s about the dangers of temptation and obsession. Their song wasn’t just sound—it was a symbol of human weakness, of the things we chase that ultimately destroy us.

"Money, power, forbidden knowledge, love," Rumple listed, swirling his goblet. "Mortals and immortals alike have a bad habit of throwing themselves at dangerous things because they want to believe in the illusion."

Loki tilted his head. "A bit like you and your bad deals, hmm?"

Rumple scowled. "I make bad deals. I don’t fall for them."

Alice grinned. "Ohhh, but don’t we all have a siren song we’d struggle to resist?"

Loki hummed again—low, rich, and strangely magnetic. Alice shivered, and even Rumple, despite himself, frowned as if trying to shake off an invisible thread pulling at his mind.

Then Alice snapped her fingers, breaking the tension with a dramatic flourish. "Alright, that’s enough mind games for one night."

Rumple huffed. "And let’s hope none of our dear mortals find themselves following a song they can’t escape."

Loki smirked. "Ah, but isn’t that half the fun?"

The fire crackled, the waves beyond the window crashed, and somewhere—just out of reach—a ghostly song whispered through the night.

Would you listen?

Or would you resist?

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