It was a beautiful day in the Northern areas of Canada and Blague was just about to go out to watch the first snow of the New Year. It had been late by weeks now and she was greatly looking forward to it. She grabbed for every bit of warm clothing she could get he hands on, rushing to get our before the sun melted it away.

Once she had everything on she burst out her back door taking in a breath of fresh winter air. I filled her up making her fell almost whole. Ever since she was a child she loved the snow, the ability to manipulate it without crushing or hurting it thrilled her to the bone.

She stood out from under her awning the snow already sticking to everything it touched including herself. Her long white hair flowed behind her, as white as the snow around her. Her blood red eyes the only thing giving her away in the sharpness of the winter. She laughed her breath coming out in hot puffs of air adjacent to the cold air around her.

She looked up to the clouds doing a silent prayer in her mind for more snow to fall to the earth, and her prayer was answered as more came quickly down on her making her even more giddy. "Thank you Odin for listening to my plea." She said aloud looking up at the gray skyline.

As she watched it though the sky started to change, a funnel forming. Fear ripped through Blague and she ran inside, hoping her home would withstand this strange spectacle. She hid in her basement listening to the roar of the winds above her head, probably ripping her home apart. She chanted a prayer in her head, begging for safety. 'Odin, far-wanderer, grant me wisdom, courage and victory. Friend Thor, grant me your strength. And both be with me.' She chanted it over and over till the storm subsided and she dared venture out of her home.

What she came upon though was not what she expected. Her home was untouched, everything where she had left it. She went through the back door and saw a circle imbedded into the ground and snow. She stared in wonder and amazement and looked around for anyone to appear. As she though there was a man, but not one she had been expecting. She went to his heaped form and laid him on his back.

He wore nothing but rags and his face was plastered in blood. "Oh dear…" she said and dragged the man inside as easily as she could without hurting him. It took her a great while to get him inside and in her bed. He looked a great deal lighter than what he was.

A few hours later

He woke up, disoriented and in great pain. He groaned and looked around where he could. He was in a log cabin, small and warm. He didn't feel in danger like he had in Asgard. Where he was at now though he could not tell.

A few minutes later Blague walked in and set a tray of steaming objects to the table to his right. "Oh good, you are awake." She sound relieved. "How are you feeling?" she asked, leaning over to touch his forehead. His skin was cold to the touch but it was a great deal better than it was a moment before. "Your Fevers gone down quite well."

Loki didn't know what to say or do, he was too afraid. This Vixen in front of him could not be here for any good reason except to build him up so they could drag him down once more. He closed his eyes and wished he were back in his cell in the dungeons.

Blague sighed and grabbed a cold clothe from the bowl on the floor by the bed and patted his forehead. "Whoever you are I wish you a swift recovery." And with that she left the room to get him something to drink beside the herbal tea she had made for him. He would need to wash it down for the tea had its own foul taste. She sighed, filling the glass quickly and gracefully going back to the room. The man still had his eyes closed but she could tell he was not asleep. "I'm not going to harm you." She said sitting on the foot of the bed. "Might I know your name, fair stranger?"

Loki's eyes opened and he looked down at the woman who was smiling at him with warm wine red eyes. He had never seen a woman with such beauty before. Her white hair cascaded down her back and ended at the hip. Her clothes said something of Midgard but also of Asgard. "Why do you help me whence?" he put as much malice as he could in his voice but it did not phase her smile one bit.

"You come through a star gate and expect me not to take care of you?" she asked her voice a clight laugh. "You must be a jester from where ever it is you came from to be so funny." She laughed and went to the cups. "Come, you must drink or your wound will only fester." She poured a glass of the herbal tea and brought the warm liquid to his lips. When he did not make a move to drink she frowned. "Please, dear sir, I only wish you well."

"Why is that?" he shouted at her, making the woman jump. He would not be taken for a fool. "You only wish to heal me so they may beat me more." He went to get up but the pain in his body held him still.

"No!" she said setting the glass down and making the man rest. "I would never wish of that." She said her voice pleading. "I only wish you safety and healing. I do not know who beat you or where you came from but I will not let anyone harm you further." She smiled down at the black haired man below her, his green eyes boring into her own. "Please believe me, I am not in the ability to lie."

He looked up at her, slightly confused. "How do I know you are telling the truth?" he asked raising himself so the pillows behind him raised him into a sitting position.

Blague sighed and removed her green scarf to show the mark of a serpent on her neck and pointed up to her mouth. If it wasn't for its constant moving one would mistaken it for a Midgard tattoo. "My family has been cursed to never tell a lie."

Loki's eyebrows rose at the sight of the spell placed on her. It was only used on one person and that one of his children, not blood but of magic. It was Hella, the ruler of the dead. "How did you come across such a curse?" he asked knowing she would be made to answer.

"As I said it was given to me by my family." She answered, her snake tightened around her neck, knowing it was not the whole truth even if it was the truth.

"Who in your family was the first to be cursed?" he questioned further.

"I do not know her name. It was lost to our family years before." The snake loosened its grip and went back to its sleep.

"You speak the truth, nothing more?" he question. The woman nodded to him and he relaxed. Even bodily motions were watched by that snake, if she were to lie in to slightest bit it would choke her till she told the truth. "What is your name whence?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

Blague laughed and got up to get the long forgotten tea which was now room temperature. "My name is Blague, named after something our family is no longer permitted to do."

"And that would be lying." He said, understanding the meaning behind her name.

"No actually, it means Joking in the French language. My mother was a great fan of the language and thought the word was beautiful even if the action is forbidden from us." Blague handed the man a glass, the warm green liquid the same as his eyes. "Drink, it'll make you feel better, even with the foulness of its taste."

Loki looked down at the drink and sipped it experimentally and held it away. "Are you poisoning me whence?" she shouted at her.

The woman laughed. "No sir. It is to heal. I know of its flavor well but it does the trick that is needed of it."

Loki looked at the snake on her neck. It lay dormant and undisturbed meaning she was telling the truth. He sighed and drank the liquid fast as not to taste it for long. Blague, as he had told her was her name, laughed and handed him another glass this one clear. "What is this?" he asked looking at it quizzically.

"Water." She answered taking the tray away. "To wash down the taste."

Loki nodded and sipped the drink. It immediately ridded the taste from his mouth making him fell less sickened.

"I will be back in but a moment." She promised before going out the door to place the tray on the table and grab the tub that was now full of fresh water. She whispered a healing spell before going back into the room where the man slept. "May ask of your name, dear sir." She said resting the basin on the floor and grabbed the clothe off the pillow beside him.

"I would not think that wise." He said moving away from her movements.

"May I ask why?" Blague questioned wetting the clothe before bringing it to the man's sweaty forehead. He jerked away from her but after she stayed for a moment he reluctantly let her wet his head. He would admit, it was pleasant and his head's pounding began to cease almost immediately.

"I am not a very good man from where I come from." He answered looking into her open eyes. How he longed to make her see the fear that she should, but at the same time he did not want to.

She smiled and nodded in understanding. "If there is ever a time you wish to tell me, do not be afraid to say." She pulled her hand away and placed the rag on the side of the basin. "Also…" he said sitting in the bed. "When you appeared in front of my home, you were in nothing but rags. I am sorry if my intrusion to dress you more properly hurt you in anyway."

Loki's eyes widened and he looked down at himself for the first time. He had on no shirt, which he was fine with, but the bottoms he wore looked identical to the ones he had worn before his torture had begun. "How is it you changed me?" he asked.

"I took away the rage you were wearing, patched them and then gave you back the bottoms. Your arm was injured so I didn't dare touch it." It was the truth but she left out the part as to where she mended them with magic. Thankfully the snake did not choke her then.

After much banter where Loki asked many questions considering the girl, the girl answered to the fullest truth. As it began to get late the woman bid her goodnights and left the room. "Sleep well, dear sir." She said smiling at him before the door closed behind her.

Loki felt like he had been cast upon. He had never felt this way for a woman before, let alone a Midgard woman.