The sound of children playing filled the air in the palace's garden. Frigga smiled as she watched her oldest son and his playmates play solider. His blonde hair glowed in the sunlight much like his father's had when he was young. The other children were from various noble families, most of them being high ranking warriors in Odin's army. The young dark haired boy to her side that sat quietly reading looked up from his book when he heard one of the girls scream. Frigga rose from her seat and hurried herself over to where the children had gathered. The young girl who had screamed was holding what was left of her doll. The other half of the doll was a few feet away. The girl's eyes brimmed with tears as she glared at the oldest of the boys who had a steel practice dagger. The weapon was not overly sharp, but it capable of doing some damage in the wrong hands

"What happened?" None of the children looked into Frigga's eyes nor did they answer the Queen of Asgard. "Thor?"

"Theoric was showing us what he had learned from his father." Theoric was the son of one of the finest warriors, who had a knack for showing off to the younger children. He was a good five summers older than most of the children.

"How did Sigyn's doll become cut in two?" Thor looked up at his mother and pleaded with her silently to not make him tattle on his friend, but the Queen just shook her head.

"He wanted to show what a weapon could do. He...he took the doll and cut it in half."

"I see. Theoric, go wait by the stairs, but first give me the dagger." The boy sheepishly handed the weapon to Frigga and trudged over to the stairs. Frigga retrieved the other half of the ruined doll and held out her hand to the small girl who owned it. "I am sure we can fix this little Sigyn, dry your eyes." The little girl nodded, but the sobs did not abate. Frigga lead her over to where Loki sat reading and bid the girl to sit. "Loki my dear, please sit with Sigyn til I return. I have to deal with Theoric."

"Yes Mother, I will make sure she is left alone by the others." Frigga smiled at him and patted his head. He watched his mother lead Theoric away with a look of boredom. The gulping sniffles of the girl sitting next to him grated on his nerves. "Will you please stop sniveling. It is annoying me."

"I...I'm sorry my Prince." Loki let his eyes roll to the side to look the girl over. She was pretty in her lacy dress, fancy shoes, but what caught Loki's attention was her hair and eyes. Her hair like his was dark, but in the sun he could see almost a purple sheen to it, much like the feathers of a raven. Her eyes though red and puffy from crying shown a spark of a deep intellect. Their color was also not of the norm for their people. While his were a wondrous blue green, hers were a stunning violet. The dress she wore muted the color a bit, but in the right light he could see subtle hues. Her age was if he were to guess was about his own. In mortal respect their ages would have been about nine years of life.

"Give me the doll." She gave him a querying look, but placed the two halves of her beloved doll in his offered hands. With a wave he set the little toy back to it's original state. Sigyn watched in wonder and clutched it to her chest when he offered it back to her.

"You know magic?" Loki smirked and nodded at her words. Did she know nothing of him? Most of the kingdom knew he had taken after his mother in her arts, but it seems this little girl did not. Her small voice woke him from his thoughts. "This is not an illusion is it?" A look of mock hurt crossed the prince's face. His hand placed over his heart to fain the pain of her words.

"Do you take me as cruel My Lady?" Sigyn looked horrified and took his hand in apology.

"No...no My Prince, it is just..."

"Just?"

"You hear stories...but people talk and..." As she tripped over her words Loki grinned. It made him almost giddy to have her flustered. Most girls acted this way around his brother, batting their eyes and swooning for his attention. Loki was always in the background, the dark prince who like to play pranks on everyone. The girls of the realm paid him no mind because of this. They wanted a golden god not a trickster. "Forgive me."

"All is forgiven little Sigyn. I know full well the stories that are told of me. Most are true, but some are fiction." She bowed her head and gave a weak smile. Her eyes still puffy from sobbing and her cheeks still tear streaked. With another wave of his hand her features returned to their normal state. "There, now I can better see your eyes."

"Thank you."

"You are welcome. My mother should return soon...I will return to my book if you do not mind." Sigyn shook her head and sat quietly next to him as he opened his beloved book again. Her eyes traveled the the title and she gave a small giggle. Loki looked up from the book and glared at her." What pray tell is so amusing?"

"Have you read that book before?"

"No and if you keep interrupting me I shall never finish it."

"I...forgive me...it is just one of my favorites."

"You read?" The shock in his voice was not meant to be nasty, just surprised. Most girls and women he had met would rather pick up a sword or serve their husbands in the more domesticated arts. Reading was left to sorcerers or high borns.

"I love to read. I am not much for sword play and hate to sew or cook." Loki gave her a true smile and shifted himself so she too could read with him. For most of his life he had only had his mother and his teachers to converse about his beloved stories.

"Care to join me then?" Sigyn nodded and set herself against his shoulder so she could see better. They did not notice the Queen coming back to check on the the girl. Frigga stopped at the bottom of the stairs and could not help the gentle smile that graced her lips. She had worried her youngest would never let anyone into his private little world. Her lips quirked into a thoughtful smirk and she listened to the two excitedly talk about the chapter they had just read or what books they had in common. The touch of a soft hand on Frigga's shoulder made her jump.

"Deep in thought my wife?" Odin surveyed the garden and watched Thor and his friends running back and forth.

"Look over there and tell me what you see." He followed his wife's hand and saw his youngest son sitting with a girl leaning against him. Their heads were together talking animatedly.

"Is that?"

"Yes, look how beautiful she is." Odin nodded and continued to watch the two. His eye clouded over with sorrow. "I asked her mother if I could teach her the art of seidr. I wanted to see how she fared with the other children first. It is well known she is much like our precious son in her ways. She is quiet, reserved and would rather read then play."

"They look content in their conversation." Odin could see the joy on his wife's face seeing Loki open up to someone. "Does the girl have your gift?"

"She does, but I think she has been afraid to nurture it. Most do not see the need for such a gift."

"Then she will have a fine teacher, as well as a companion in her education." Frigga saw a small glint of worry in her husband's eyes and she knew full well what he was thinking.

"He deserves happiness Odin. I have no illusion of what he is. He is my son, if not in blood then in bond alone. He should not be punished for his parentage. Let them at least be friends. Is this not what we planned for?"

"And if they want more than that?"

"Then we shall deal with it when it comes, if it comes. There is talk of her being betrothed to Theoric when she is old enough." Odin frowned and shook his head slightly. He would have to talk to Freya about this news.

"She will marry who she chooses. It will not be forced on her. Did I not see you drag that boy into the palace by his ear."

"He brought a sharpened practice dagger with him and cut her doll in half to prove it was sharp."

"The boy has no brains at all. I will have him watch closely." Frigga nodded her head, but her eyes never left the sight of Loki and Sigyn.

"They look content."

"Yes...yes they do. Perhaps she is just what our son needs." A slight feeling of future dread turned in the old warrior's gut, but he let it go. His wife was right, Loki did deserve to have a friend. As well as Thor and Loki got along there would always be a distance between his sons. The future would tell if this would be a mistake or a blessing.

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It had been years since that afternoon in the garden and Sigyn had matured into a fine young woman. Her schooling in the finer arts of sorcery had given her confidence and poise. Her wit and knowledge was only overshadowed by Queen Frigga and Loki himself. In the years she and the prince had been as thick as thieves. She had helped with some of his greatest tricks much to his father's displeasure at times. Frigga had been more than pleased at her progress and the budding friendship between the Prince of Mischief and young Sigyn. Her only worry was the reaction of a certain young warrior who had openly claimed to want Sigyn's hand.

"Mother you look deep in thought. The furrow of your brow does not suit you." Frigga turned and saw Loki leaning against the sitting room door and she waved him to sit.

"I was just thinking about the battle you and your brother will be joining tomorrow. Your father seems to think it will do you all some good to see what it is like."

"We will be fine Mother, have faith in us. We have Lady Sif and the Warrior Three at our side, nothing will go wrong."

"Lady Sigyn will also be with you, as well as Theoric...I beg you not to push him my son. He has made plain his distaste for your friendship with Sigyn. His reputation as a hot tempered man is not unknown to me." Loki smirked and took his mother's hands in his.

"I promise to stay way from him and to keep my tongue civil."

"He wants her as his own."

"I am well aware, but Sigyn wants nothing of him. I think she never forgave him for what he did to her doll all those years ago. She has made it known to him and to her family that she will not be his wife."

"And what do you think of that?"

"I think that my friend wants more out of life than having a boar of a husband, who wants her to birth him a brood of children. Lady Sigyn is not like most other women. In truth Mother she reminds me much of you."

"Hmm, and do you my son have any interest in her?" Loki's grin faltered a bit and he broke his gaze from his mother's. "You can tell me my precious son."

"I...yes, I do have interest, but I fear she will laugh at me. We have been friends for so long...she sees me as nothing more than a brother, a friend."

"Has she told you as such?"

"No...but..."

"Loki if you care for her you must let her know."

"What if she does not want to be my bride?"

"Then you remain friends my dear boy, but that answer will only come if you gather courage to ask how she feels." Loki brought his mother's hands to his lips and kissed them.

"Thank you Mother, your council is always welcome and inspiring." Loki jumped to his feet only to have his mother pull him back a little.

"I took the liberty of having armor made for Lady Sigyn. It would give you a reason to show up at her dwelling."

"Have I told you how much I love you Mother." Frigga smiled, stood and kissed her son's forehead.

"And I love you my darling. Go now and see if your heart's desire feels the same for you." Loki took the parcel that held Sigyn's armor and made his way to her home. His heart hammering in his chest the entire time. Frigga placed her hand over her heart. A small ache blossomed there, but she pulled her emotions back in.

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Sigyn pinched the bridge of her nose to stop the pounding ache that threatened to take over her head. She had just finished a very heated argument with her mother and now the object of that debate stood at her front door. She hated the fact that Theoric could not take no for an answer. She disliked the man for a few simple reasons. First he was overbearing wanting only a wife that was seen and not heard. Secondly he had tortured her relentlessly in the years she had known him. Cutting her doll in half, ratting her hair, pushing her in to mud puddles and the most grievous offense was how he spoke of Loki.

"Go home Theoric!"

"Please Sigyn hear me out..."

"I have listened to you for almost four hundred years and it is always the same. I am not yours! I do not want to be your wife!"

"Sigyn..."

"By Odin if you do not leave I will..." The sound of a threat made Theoric take a storming stride to grab her shoulders. The force of it slammed her back into the wall she had been standing near.

"Do not threaten me girl!" Sigyn glared up at the man and in her rage she slapped his face sending him back.

"And you shall not place your hand on me again. My answer will always be no." Theoric held his reddening cheek and growled.

"Is is because of him?"

"Him?"

"Do not play the fool with me girl, you know whom I speak of. The Trickster, the sniveling brother of Thor, it is he who you long for is it not?"

"Prince Loki and I are friends. He is a gentleman and treats me as an equal, not a possession. I no longer live under the roof of my mother and as such I am free to choose my path in life. No one tells me who to marry or who to talk to. Now leave before I take this matter before our king." Theoric gave one last glare and left. Sigyn let out the breath she had been holding and let herself slide down the wall. Theoric frightened her more than she would ever let on. She hated the fact he was so driven to have her when she knew he did not love her. She was a conquest, a trophy, nothing more. She let out a small sob and covered her face with her hands. Her body shook as she tried to calm herself. Jumping to her feet she went out to her garden and looked up at the stars. "Why can't he just leave me alone?"

"I will leave if you wish it My Lady, but I would much prefer to stay." Sigyn spun on her heels and ran to the man whose voice she had just heard.

"Loki!" She threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly to her. He leaned back and saw her eyes did not sparkle as they normally did. His hand tilted her chin up and made her look him in the eyes.

"Something is wrong."

"It is nothing. What brings you here at this late hour?"

"Sigyn." His voice sounded of authority and she sighed.

"Theoric was just here again and asking for my hand, again. He even went as far as asking my mother to sway me. He did not like the answer I gave her, hence the visit."

"I take it you told him no." Sigyn nodded and leaned her head onto Loki's shoulder. "Sigyn...may I ask..." Sigyn turned her head up and let her eyes meet his. For once Loki found it hard to speak. He took a deep breath and gathered his courage. "Why do you refuse him?"

"I do not love him. I will not live a life with someone who does not hold my heart."

"And does anyone hold the fair Sigyn's heart?"

"Yes, but I am not sure if he feels as I do." Loki kept his mask of indifference up, but his heart felt like it was being gripped by his brother's fist.

"If he does not then he is a fool. You are an incredible woman."

"He is no fool, at least he would say he is not."

"If he has not seen your affection for him then he is a fool." Sigyn sighed and laid her head back on his shoulder while her other hand rose to trace the design on his leather tunic.

"Alright then fool." Loki opened his mouth to speak and then snapped it shut. His brain finally caught on to her words. He gripped her shoulders and gently pushed her back so he could see her face. Her bright grin made his heart swoon.

"Do you mean that?"

"Of course I do. Loki you have been my most steadfast friend. In the years we have known each other my heart has become quite fond of you. Do …...do you feel the same?"

"My dearest Sigyn, I have loved you from the first time I laid eyes on you. My perfect little mystic." Sigyn tightened her arms around his middle and placed a chaste kiss to his cheek. The blood the rushed to his cheeks made her want to laugh. She had never seen him embarrassed and it was endearing. Loki remembered why he had come here in the first place and cleared his throat. "My mother commissioned this for you to wear tomorrow." He handed Sigyn the parcel and she placed it down in her house so she could undo the twine that held the wrapping on. Her hand went to her mouth and she let out a small gasp of joy. Loki took a step and peered over her shoulder to see what his mother had ordered.

"It is...there are no words." Sigyn picked up the fine leather and held it up to the light. It was dark to the point of being black much like Loki's armor. Where his was green and gold, hers was silver and dark purple. The etching in the pauldrons matched his as did most of the scroll work through the armor. On the breast plate there was a place were the color morphed from the rich purple to green and back to purple again. The symbolism was not lost of Sigyn. "I think your mother knew even before we did."

"Knew what?"

"That we would want to be together. She had this made to match your armor and even here the green on the bodice. She held the armor up and let him see. "It is the same as yours."

"Does it displease you that she did this?"

"Mercy's sake no, I am honored beyond words. To be even considered...that she knew my heart enough to make this brings me great joy. I will wear it proudly at your side tomorrow and for the rest of my days."

"After we return from the battle I will speak to my father and ask your mother for her blessing. I want to do this properly."

"I understand." Sigyn put the armor back into the wrappings and placed it in on her dresser. She turned back and bumped right into Loki. "Lo..." She did not get to finish his name as his lips silenced her tongue. The kiss was sweet and much too brief in her opinion, but she knew if it kept going they would do something improper for their stations in life.

"I want to stay, but if I do..." She could see the restrained hunger in his eyes and it made her shiver.

"I know. I will see you in the morning my love. Please thank your mother for my armor. When I see her next I will thank her properly."

"Good Night my fair Sigyn." He gave her one last kiss and quickly headed out of her house. His soul felt light and his heart soared. With Sigyn he never had to compete with his brother for her attention, never had to share her with the others of their little warrior band. She had always kept his council, always shared in his triumphs. Now he could have that bliss for the rest of his life and die a happy man. If wasn't so unbecoming of him he would have began skipping in the streets all the way back to the palace. As it was he ran most of the way back and went straight to his mother's chambers. He found her reading by the fire and after making a quick scan of the room to make sure they were alone he took a seat across form her and just grinned.

"You are in a fine mood tonight Loki."

"I have good reason to be. Lady Sigyn has given her heart and her hand to me." Frigga put down her book and took Loki's hands. Her smile was warm and her eyes sparkled.

"Did she now? And the armor did she like it?"

"Yes."

"I am happy for you my darling son. When will you make it known to your father?" Loki's eyes turned down a bit and his smile faded. He loved his father, but there were times he swore Odin would deny him every request he made just to test his resolve.

"I...I fear father will not allow it." Frigga cupped her son's cheek and she gave him a sympathetic smile.

"I will talk to him for you if you would like. I understand he is not as warm and welcoming as you would like..."

"He is colder than a Jotun at times." Frigga winced a bit and Loki noticed it. "Mother?" She covered her slip with a motherly smile.

"He has the responsibility of protecting the nine realms. He must show in difference even to his own flesh and blood." Loki nodded, but the far off look did not leave his eyes. "He also does not know how to act with you. You his little seidmaor, he only knows flesh and steel. Seidr is not unknown to him, but he prefers to use strength. He feels he has nothing to converse with you about."

"He can speak to Thor."

"Your brother is much more like him. You my dear boy, are like me. We use our gift to distract, to awe those around us. Your father knows there is use to it even if he can not full understand."

"I just fear that I will forever be in my brother's shadow. He is first born, he is father's chosen and I..."

"You feel left behind." Frigga let out a sigh and stood up. She walked over to the balcony and stared up at the night sky. "Loki your path will be different from your brother's, but that does not mean it will be any less important. You will marry before he shall, you will create a life with the woman you love and that is no small meaningless task. To give yourself to someone, to let them in to your heart is the greatest gift we are given. Do not waste time pining after what you do not have and rejoice in what you do." Loki had moved to stand next to his mother and he nodded. Her words always brought him comfort. She was truly the wisest of all their people and her council had never steered him down the wrong path before.

"I should retire, we leave before first light tomorrow." Frigga took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"You will all return triumphant, of that I have no doubt. I will be waiting to hear all about it upon your return. Good Night my son,"

"Good Night Mother." He kissed her temple and took his leave to find peace in his own chambers.

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Sigyn found sleep would elude her for the night after hours of trying. Her dreams were vivid at best and left her flushed and wanting. She had loved Loki for years, but was always afraid he would laugh in her face if she voiced it. To know now he fancied her, that he wanted her as his wife was a dream come true. All thoughts of Theoric and his possessive nature left her mind and she busied herself with putting on her new armor. She loved the way the purple and green complemented each other and the helm that went with the armor was breathtaking. She ran her fingers over the twisted horns that jutted out of the front of it. She knew it was another piece that was to complement her love's own helm. Hers was a soft silver instead of a rich gold. The horns were spiraled instead of the arched ones of Loki's.

"You should dress my daughter. The hour is getting late and you do not wish to keep the others waiting." Sigyn jumped at her mother's rich voice and turned to greet her. "I see the palace sent you a fine set of armor. May I?" Sigyn took a step back and let her mother run a appraising gaze of the armor. She had seen Loki wearing similar fare when she went to court. The thought of her daughter being married into the royal family gave a a rush of pride. "I do not think I have ever seen such craftsmanship in all my years."

"Mother..." Freya held up her hand and silenced her child.

"I should not have come to you with Theoric's request Sigyn. I thought he would be a good match, but...I see you have already found one."

"I love him." Freya wrapped her arms around her daughter and kissed her hair.

"Does he love you?"

"Yes, he came here last night to tell me. He said he would be asking your permission after we return."

"Then I shall wait for him to ask. I will even fane ignorance if you like." Sigyn shook her head and took a step back from her mother.

"No you don't have to do that. Please don't make it too difficult for him."

"It is my right as your mother to make him squirm just a little, but I promise I will not make it too painful. Now hurry and get dressed. I will walk with you to the palace and see you off." Sigyn dashed to her bedroom and quickly donned her armor. Once she felt she had put ever buckle and strap in it's proper place she really gazed at her refection. She looked like a true warrior, a mighty goddess and she felt giddy. Her mother held back tears seeing her as she exited the room and went to leave the house. "You look stunning." Sigyn blushed and fell in step with her mother. The walk to the palace was done in silence and with every step Sigyn's insides twisted. She had never used her magic in battle, not a real one to say the least. It was always in practice and she had to make sure she held back. Today she would be standing next to some of the greatest warriors of her age. Every step closer to the palace her breath felt like it was not filling her lungs. "Nervous?"

"At little."

"Your father would be proud of you." Sigyn smiled at the thought of her father. He had died when she was just a babe, but her mother and others told her stories of him. He had died fighting against the Jotun in the last battle before a tense peace was struck. Unlike most of the people in Asgard she held not hatred toward the ice giants for his death. War has casualties, it was inevitable. She was so deep in thought that she had not realized they had arrived at their destination. "We are here."

"I'd better go." Freya gave her daughter one last hug and watched her till she was out of sight. Sigyn let her mind wander again as she walked. She did not see the armored wall of flesh that was to be her future brother in law until she had slammed right into him. The force of it sent her to the ground and she hissed.

"My Lady Sigyn are you alright?" She took Thor's offered hand and let him hoist her to her feet.

"I am fine, just my pride is stung My Prince." Thor took a step back and let his eyes roam over her armor. A warm smile spread over his lips and he shook his head.

"It seems my brother has shown you favor My Lady. I am glad of it." Sigyn blushed and turned her eyes away from Thor's bright eyes. She then remembered that he was still holding her hand. Slowly she pulled it back so as not to offend the older prince.

"I am hope my brother did not bruise you my dear Lady Sigyn." Loki stood against one of the many pillars that lined the great hall. His face was one of indifference, but Sigyn saw a slow fury burn in his eyes.

"I am unharmed My Prince." She took a few steps back from Thor and let herself settle closer to Loki. Thor took this as his cue to leave the two alone so they could talk.

"I will make sure the others are ready. Word is the battles are going well and we will not have much to do."

"You sound almost disappointed brother."

"I was hoping for something more than a petty skirmish, but at least father is now trusting us to take part. I will leave you two to gather your wits." Loki just shook his head and waited til his brother was out of sight. Once he knew there was no one around he took Sigyn into his arms and kissed her roughly. The sight of her anywhere near his brother made his blood boil. The feel of her arms wrapping around his shoulders cooled some of the ire in him. He stepped back to hide in the shadows and pulled her along with him, never breaking their kiss. Once in the darkness he broke the kiss and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"If I am to be greeted like this every time I run into your brother I might do it more often." Loki let out a low growl and glared at her til he saw the mirth in her eyes. "You my dear prince are jealous." If anyone else spoke to him this way he would have had them clapped in irons.

"I..." Her eyes danced with mischief and her fingers ran up under his helm to tangle in his hair.

"Do you have no faith that my heart belongs only to you? What must I do to prove my love for you is true?" Loki let his eyes close at the feel of her nails scraping his scalp. She tugged him down so her lips could brush his ear and she let her breath tickle his lobe. "I want you and no other, never doubt that."

"Sigyn..." She enjoyed the fact that she left him speechless for once. Loki opened his mouth again to try to form words, but the boom of his brother's voice made both of them jump.

"Loki!" Loki rolled his eyes and gave Sigyn one more quick kiss before stepping out of the shadows.

"Are you trying to wake the dead Thor?"

"Father sent word, we are needed now."

"Then let's not keep the old man waiting." Loki held out his hand and Sigyn who melted out of the shadows took it. "Come my dear let us show the upstarts to have a healthy fear of magic." Thor stood and watched them for a moment and he laughed in his head. His brother found a woman who was like him in many ways, but unlike his brother she did not see the need to flaunt her powers. He hoped that Sigyn would temper his brother and show him how to be a kinder man. After a few more seconds Thor followed and they hurried to meet the others at the Bifrost. When they arrived Sigyn caught the shocked look on the Warrior Three's faces, but the worst of them was Theoric. If his glare could have killed Loki it would have. The look did not go unnoticed by the trickster prince who smiled and wrapped his arm around Sigyn's waist. Lady Sif leaned closer to Thor and whispered a question in his ear. He shrugged playing dumb.

"Do you have a question Lady Sif?" Loki's voice was low, but there was an edge to it. Enough of an edge that Sif knew she better choose her words carefully.

"I was admiring Lady Sigyn's armor."

"It is lovely, is it not?"

"Yes it is."

"I should let the cat out of the bag and let all of you be the first to know that Lady Sigyn has agreed to be my wife." All of the warriors save Theoric began spouting words of congratulations. Thor slapped his brother hard on the back and Loki did his best to try not to grimace in pain. Sif and Sigyn watched the men and both covered their mouths to hide the giggles that threatened to erupt. Theoric leaned over and growled in Sigyn's ear.

"So this is why you refused me? You wanted to be the wife of the lesser brother!" Sigyn's hand moved fast and she punched Theoric square in the jaw.

"You dare to speak ill of a prince of Asgard!" Loki was at her side in a second and pushed her behind him. Theoric jumped to his feet and went to move at them only to have Thor and the other men hold him back.

"Theoric enough!" Odin's voice shook the hall and the young warrior froze. "I will not have warriors under my banner fighting amongst themselves. It does not befit a warrior of Asgard to threaten a lady of the court."

"My King...forgive me...I lost my head. Lady Sigyn I beg for your forgiveness and wish you well in your union with Prince Loki." Sigyn nodded her head in forgiveness. Loki turned his back to the man and whispered words of comfort in his love's ear. Odin wanted to smile at his youngest actions, but he let his face remain hard.

"If it is now settled we must be off." None spoke as they followed Odin into the Bifrost's beam. "Keep your wits about you." Sigyn was the only one that had never left the realm before and a cold fear made her movements freeze. Loki gently took his arm and wrapped it around her side.

"Hold on tight to me." She gave one quick nod of her head and let him lead her into the beam. She did not know what lay in store for them, but she did know that she felt safe in Loki's arms. Whatever challenges lay ahead she knew she could face with him at her side.

Alright so I am a little nervous writing this story, so I am asking for a little feed back. I was never really a Marvel fan, but movies like Thor, Iron Man and the Avengers have really sparked me interest. I like many have just fallen in love with Loki and his wicked ways. If you enjoy this please let me know, if you hate it please don't be mean. I like constructive criticism that will make me a better writer in the long run. Thank you for reading!

Raven

*Some of the words I will be using in this and later chapters come from the old Nordic language. I will try to put their meanings at the end of the chapters.

Seidr: Means sorcery and the like. Loki, Sigyn and Frigga all have the gift of magic and trickery.

Seidmaor: Is a man trained in the art of sorcery.