Next chapter already? Yes, but that is because I have big plans for this story. BIG PLANS! Anyway, I hope you enjoy and apologies for any grammar mistakes. Thanks for all the support!


The after party was just a grand feast that spread across several overly large tables with all kinds of meats and meads covering each oak made stand. Sigyn sat beside her sisters as usual, and could only watch as several hundred people stuffed their gullets with meat and drink and bread. She was slightly disgusted, but refused to let the obscene atmosphere destroy her good mood. So as others ate like pigs at feeding time, Sigyn took small and casual bites, being as lady like and proper as she was taught to be. Not even her sisters possessed the same manners as she, most eating like the men in a wild haze, but she knew better. Her mother had taught her well. It would seem, though, as her own mother was caving in to the disgust of stuffing as much food one could possibly fit into their mouth at once.

She came up behind her daughter, dressed in her exquisite golden gown complete with blonde plentiful curls and a shinning necklace resting on her chest, and spoke to her child in a fashion of merriment.

"Dear Sigyn," she said, "why is it you do not go mad with raging hunger? This is more food than we could ever hope to have on our tables!"

Sigyn shrugged, but she secretly knew the answer to the question; even though the chances of him noticing her were a million to one, she did not desire Theoric to see her in a mass scramble for food. She'd rather sit neatly and remain clean throughout the evening in case she got lucky. Any other time, she would be stuffing biscuits into her breasts to take home and snack on, but not today.

"I guess the excitement has filled my famish," she replied, not wanting her mother in on her crush on one of the Crimson Hawks.

"Usually, it is the opposite," her mother teased, rubbing her daughter's shoulders tenderly and with affection. "But, whatever soothes you dear Sigyn, so be it. I'm actually quite happy to know that not all of my daughters have become ragging lunatics when it comes to food."

Sigyn twisted in her chair and looked her mother directly in the eyes. Her mother was the most intelligent woman that she knew, so in Sigyn's mind, her mother had the answer to every question she could possibly think to ask. And the one she asked, well, her mother was bound to know the answer to.

"Mother," Sigyn began, "how is it that we even got invited to this grand celebration?"

Freya smiled slightly before beginning to pick at Sigyn's hair, fixing a few loose strands.

"Oh, the All Mother and I are childhood friends, my child," she explained calmly as if it was the most normal of things in any of the nine realms.

Sigyn's jaw dropped open at her mother's words, leaving her gawking with amazement that her mom actually knew the Queen of Asgard before she was the Queen of Asgard.

"Oh, do not look at me like that, Sigyn," her mother commanded with a smile. "I have not told you girls because I did not want you to think that just because the Queen and I are old friends that you can start getting away with everything. But I know you, Sigyn. I know you would not abuse power. I trust you to not tell your sisters my little secret."

Sigyn quickly shook her head.

"Of course not, Mother," she vowed. "I promise. How do you know each other?"

"Vanaheim, Sigyn, but you already knew that. Growing up in Vanaheim, we lived in the same area. The same city. So we just played together whenever it was we could. We were close and we still are. I attended her wedding, you know," her mother explained.

"How come we were never invited to anything before? Like the princes' name day celebrations? Or the Jule celebration? What of the All Mother's name day? Surely Queen Frigga would have invited you to that," Sigyn said, now questioning her life and why it was most of it was spent in the meadow and not in parties and ball gowns.

"We were invited, my dear, many times," her mother confessed. "I just never told you because I did not believe you were all quite fit for something as grand as one of those celebrations. That is when politicians from other realms attend as well, and nobody wants all of that noise. But this celebration, this is just for Asgard, and seeing how it is that you all have matured so wonderfully, I thought it was about time you attended something as spectacular as this."

Sigyn sighed, a little hurt that her mother had kept such secrets from her, but touched that out of all nine of the girls, she entrusted her with this information. That was worth something.

"Thank you for telling me, Mother," she said, and felt her mom place her lips upon her forehead.

"They will be dancing soon," her mom informed her. "I know how much you love to dance. Perhaps tonight you may be able to dance with one of the princes? Maybe a Crimson Hawk? Maybe both?"

Sigyn giggled as she felt her cheeks turn red and she began to daydream about her and Theoric gliding across the floor soundly to the music that was playing in the background.


"You must not blame yourself," she insisted as Loki leaned his forehead against the glass cell, his palm still touching hers, with the barrier in between the two's skin.

"But it's my fault," he whimpered, his tears finally subsiding. "He looked at me. Stared right at me. He let all the others go. Freed everyone else in here. I was all that was left, and he just looked at me. He could just tell, Sigyn. He could tell that I was going to do something awful if he let me out. He just had to look at me and he could see the evil in my eyes. I might as well have gone to her in person and killed her myself."

Sigyn brought her face closer to his, speaking to him as softly as she could through the glass. How she wished for the distance between them to be broken so he could at least feel her skin, how soft it was, so that she may give him a truly comforting touch.

"Loki, her death is not your fault. You had no intention to kill her," Sigyn said, attempting to convince him that he was innocent, but he refused to listen.

He shook his head and took in a shaky breath.

"All the lives he took that day," he swallowed hard and blinked his blue eyes up to her, "I am responsible for their lives."

He removed his forehead from the glass as well as his hand, pushing back his crazed black hair to neaten it to some extent. He sat cross legged on the floor so that she may lean against the wall of his cell and speak to him as if there was no barrier, he was not a prisoner, rather they were good friends relaxing in their home and conversing about life.

"I still don't know what happened," he said. "I still don't know what took place at the palace. All I was told is that my mother was slain by the abomination I aided in escaping this place."

His mismatched eyes met hers. "I was frightened that he might have attacked you as well. Were you harmed?"

She shook her head.

"No, Loki. I was protected by the Crimson Hawks. The rest were away fighting. Ever since the All Father heard of your involvement on Midgard, that's the way it has been. Crimson Hawks surrounding me and all."

He looked down, disappointed in himself. He hadn't have thought of the effect his actions would have upon Sigyn, even if she wasn't directly involved in his plans.

"I'm sorry I dragged you into this," he apologized.

She merely shrugged her shoulders.

"A little excitement in my life is usually interesting. Needless to say I wasn't bored."

For the first time since she was down there, Loki smiled briefly. Very briefly. If she had blinked, she would have missed it, but she was happy that she noticed it. She hasn't seen him smile in so long, it was nice to see it again. He did have a wonderful smile.

"Can you tell me what happened, what took place at the palace?" he requested, to which Sigyn clenched her jaw. "Sigyn," he begged, "please. I need to know. Odin can lock me up in a cage and forbid me from having visitors and disown me as his son, but I am still a prince in one realm or another. I deserve to know what happened in my own home."

He had a point and a right to know. Sigyn was always one for honesty and so the truth she shall tell. She opened her mouth and began to explain.


The music held a fine tune to it, but perhaps a little too fast paced. Sigyn did not enjoy it as much as she originally believed she would, and so far the only people she had danced with a part from her sisters were noblemen who were so drunk that she was frightened to deny them.

None of her partners seemed to have a graceful step within them, making her feet ache after just an hour of attempting to be elegant on the floor. After spinning and twirling and getting stomped on by some drunken Crimson Hawks, she had decided she had had enough and stumbled back to a near empty table. Her feet burned like she had walked across a fire blazed nail bed. She so deeply desired to just put her feet up, but knew it would not be a classy gesture. So instead, she just sucked up the pain and removed most of the pressure from her feet by sitting down.

"Is now a bad time to request a dance?" a voice asked as soon as Sigyn had closed her eyes.

She couldn't help, but to grin at the irony in it. She shook her head slightly and rubbed her forehead with tender fingers.

"Depends who is asking," she teased, and earned herself a chuckle.

"A Crimson Hawk. And I swear to Valhalla I am sober. My companions ... not so much."

She peeked at her stranger and nearly fainted when she saw his chestnut eyes peering at her with warmth and comfort, offering her a graceful time should she accept it.

"I saw you dancing with most of them," he continued, "and I thought you would like to have a real dance before the night is over."

Her smile slowly sprawled onto her face, it being the brightest expression she has ever worn. She couldn't imagine a moment where she was ever happier. And so when he extended his hand, offering it to her, she forgot all about the burning sensation going on in her feet, and accepted his gift.

He pulled her up from her chair and began to escort her to the floor, seemingly admiring her from head to toe.

"That gown looks splendid on you," he complimented, making Sigyn blush as crimson as his uniform.

"Thank you very much," she nearly whispered, so caught up in her own embarrassment. She thought it was horrid, but he found it adorable.

"You are very welcome," he added and stopped walking once in the center of the floor.

He gave a bow to her and she curtsied in return before taking his hands in hers, and allowing him to lead her in a dance. He wasn't all that amazing at it, certainly nowhere near as good as she, but he was the best partner out of all her previous ones. That was enough to satisfy her.

"My apologies, Miss," he said as he glanced down at his feet. "I was never all that good at dancing."

Sigyn giggled honestly and brought her finger to his chin, telling him to remove his gaze from their feet and focus on her.

"Nonsense," she said with a smile. "You are doing a splendid job."

He grinned in pure delight at that, and for a long while the two were lost within each other's eyes, dancing for what seemed like hours.


"The ship crashed into the palace and a small army of dark elves emerged with Malekith leading them. They completely destroyed the throne room, many brave lives were lost, and Malekith asked the Queen for the location of the Aether. When she refused to tell him ... that's when the kursed killed her," Sigyn explained, and noticed that Loki was listening as closely as ever.

"Did they get ahold of the Aether?" he asked with desperation in his voice and worry in his eyes.

Why he was so concerned, she had no idea, but she figured it must be for some really important reason. They would discuss it later. Right now, she believed that they should focus on his mother.

"No," she confirmed. "They left empty handed, but Thor wounded Malekith before he escaped."

"He escaped?" There was hate in Loki's eyes as he asked the question. "Thor let them escape?"

"He tried to stop them, Loki," Sigyn insisted. "You must believe that."

He shook his head and looked away, contemplating on what to say next. Sigyn spoke before he could start spilling venom about his family.

"Let us not talk about Thor. Alls people ever talk about is Thor. I want to talk about you," she said, calming him and bringing his eyes back to her. His expression had greatly softened.

"I have missed you deeply, Loki." She bit her bottom lip and looked away for moment, making great efforts to conceal her tears. She didn't want to cry anymore. She felt as though if she continued, she would never stop. "Ever since they told me you fell off the Bifrost ..." she trailed off and covered her mouth with her hand, sniffling. She shook her head frantically, her blonde curls bouncing with the gesture. "I didn't believe them," she confessed and wiped at her eyes. Loki lingered so close, holding onto every word she was saying like a drowning man clutching at straws. "I couldn't," she continued. "I wouldn't let myself. I wouldn't believe you were dead. Neither did she. He told us together. Odin did. Thor was there, too. And when he told us," she paused to take a breath, still daring not to look into his eyes, "when he told us that you were dead ... that you had ... that you had killed yourself ... she did not run into her husband's arms or her son's. She ran into mine and apologized to me. And I-I ..." she searched her vocabulary for the correct words. "I did not know how to respond. Here she was, this woman who had lost her baby and she was apologizing to me."

She made eye contact with him then, seeing the effect her words were having on him. Tears pricked at his blue eyes and his face was as pale as a ghost's. She took a deep breath, sniffled and continued with a sad smile.

"That is what you were to her, you know? Her baby. She always used to call you that when speaking to me about you. Always, 'my baby,' 'my baby,' 'my baby.'" She shook her head in sudden realization. "It was never just 'Loki.' Whether born from her womb or plucked from the grasps of death as an infant ... you were always her youngest. Always her baby.

"And she saw it; the cruelty and the inequality between you and your brother in society. She saw the shadow that Thor casted, and she saw how difficult it was for you to flourish in anything your brother did. She thought that if you were good at magic, you could have something to call your own. Something Thor could never take from you.

"You made her so proud." A single tear fell from his eye and slid down his cheek. "She saw all the magic you possessed, how amazing you were at it, how masterful. She was in awe of you, admired you for your abilities. She had told me once that she believed that your magic even suppressed that of her own; and she was glad that it did. It showed her that you had something- something to own, something to give you reason and purpose. Something that made you you and unlike anybody else.

"She loved you beyond all reason, Loki. She really did."

She forced herself to calm her sobs, looking at him and hoping he would contribute something to the conversation, but it was like his lips had been sewn shut. He seemed to not want to say anything, just gaze upon the person who said those things to him, but Sigyn became impatient and needed to hear his voice again.

"Please, say something," she requested.

And so Loki stifled a sniffle himself and his silver tongue was seemingly failing him. Sigyn never asked for much, so a few words should be something that he should give her. But what should they be? Certainly not anything hateful. She has heard just about every hateful statement from him in previous years. Something with kindness, which he had only recently began to speak to her with.

"I missed you, Sigyn," he spoke honestly, but with a sense of weight behind the words, as though he had metal marbles in his mouth that finally began to take their toll on his tastebuds and so he has begun to spit them out. "I did. And I thought about you an awful lot ever since I left. I thought of how kind you were, how caring, how beautiful. And I always thought of how horrible I was to you, and how ... I never deserved you. I also thought about how if I could tell you something that has been on my chest, should I ever see you again, that I would. But now that you are here and before me and saying such wonderful things ..." he silently sighed and looked down to his lap, unable to face her. "I don't think I can. Not yet. Not with all that is going on. It is not the right time. Who knows who could be listening?" he muttered.

"Listening?" Sigyn repeated. "Loki, what do you mean by someone could be lis-"

"Tell me, Sigyn," he interrupted her and caught her eyes again, "how did she die?"

Sigyn grew hesitant, her moth becoming dry of moisture and words.

"Please, Sigyn," he begged. "I want to know."

"That information is not important, Loki," she assured.

"That is for me to decide. Sigyn, I am responsible for her death. I at least want to know how it was I killed her."

She drew in a deep breath before gathering herself and speaking what it was he so craved to know.

"Protecting the Foster mortal from Malekith," she explained. "Kurse stabbed her when she refused to reveal the Foster woman's whereabouts. But please, Loki," she began to beg as she placed both palms on the glass cell, trying to get as close to him as possible. "Please do not go after her. She is an innocent woman. Please."

Loki was silent and swallowed hard, searching the floor for his next words. He finally blinked up to her and shook his head.

"No," he said. "If I must ... I will protect her. I will not murder or harm the woman that my mother gave up her very life to protect. If Jane Foster ever needs it .. she will have my protection."


It was a crisp night. Nice and cool, the refreshment and chill of winter nearing as the two walked about the palace gardens. The sky was clear of any clouds, creating a beautiful scene of twinkling stars high above, dazzling with their radiant glow as if overly proud of their charm, knowing just how fantastic they looked.

The Crimson Hawk and Sigyn strolled arm in arm, just sharing in the silence of the night ambiance; crickets making music in the tall grass, a gentle breeze brushing past their faces and the sweet smell of peppermint climbing into their noses as fireflies appeared every five seconds or so with their green light of beauty.

"Tell me about your family," he started, walking along the stone path with Sigyn close by.

"There is not much to say about my family," she responded, feeling a blush overcome her cheeks, and it wasn't from the cold.

"Oh, I believe there is always something to say about one's family. They just have to be open to talking about it. Are you open to talking about it?" he questioned.

Sigyn took a moment to really think about it before beginning to speak.

"There are nine of us," she began. "Nine sisters including me."

"Nine?" He seemed surprised by the large number, making her giggle.

"Yes. Nine. The oldest one, Hnossa, she is my half sister. The rest are all my full sisters. We come from the same father, but he passed a few years ago."

"I'm sorry," he spoke true.

"It was not that hard; his passing. I was older and I barely ever saw him. I met him perhaps once or twice in my life. Aside from that, I cannot say that I remember much about him. He was not even around for the birth of his children. He passed before my youngest sister was even born," Sigyn explained, having not told anyone such things before in her life.

"There must be some fighting that takes place in the household," he insisted.

"Only sometimes," Sigyn laughed.

"Do all of you live together?"

"No," she replied. "No. Hnossa lives on her own. The rest of us live together in a cottage not too far away from here. There are three bedrooms, so we manage. Of course, my mom has a room to herself, and then the other two bedrooms are split between the sisters."

"I see." He was, surprisingly, very interested. He obviously was not used to the other half life, having Crimson Hawk run in his family. He took in every word that she told him, honestly attempting to understand her lifestyle. "And how does that work?"

"Well," she continued, "in one room is the older sisters; Idunn, Nanna, Lofn and Sjofn. Then in the next room is myself, Snotra, Syn and the youngest Var. None of us are big snorers so things work out well," she teased, earning herself a dazzling chuckle from the man she strolled with.

"What about you?" she questioned. "What is your family like?"

He bit the corner of his mouth, doing his best at subduing a smile, but she saw it all the same.

"I have to admit that my family is nowhere near as fascinating as yours," he confessed with a hint of laughter in his voice.

"My family is only interesting because there are so many of us," she said. "How many do you have in your family?"

"Just my mother and I. My father was a Crimson Hawk," he elaborated. "He began as part of the Einherjar. He trained since before I was born to become a Crimson Hawk. He eventually became part of the elite team for the All Father and wore his colors proudly." The way he ended things told Sigyn that something had occurred.

"What happened, if you do not mind me asking?" She said it as softly as she could incase the subject pulled at his heart strings.

It was just as she suspected.

"Um, he died," he confessed.

"I am so sorry."

"Most people say the same, but I cannot be too saddened by his death. You see, my father died doing something he loved. He went on a special assignment for the All Father and a few days later, his fellow Hawks return with his body and said that he died with honor. What other way could you ask to go? He did not want to die in his bed of old age just begging to go outside, but too weak to do so. No. If he was going to die, he wanted to do it gloriously and with dignity."

Sigyn smiled and he seemed to sense her blue eyes on him, so he looked over, capturing her gaze and making her blush a light pink. She flashed that beautiful smile of hers, showing off her perfectly white teeth, and he found himself mesmerized by her. She was so beautiful.

"I never got your name," he said, nearly out of breath.

They had stopped walking, now just facing each other ... starring at each other ... lost within each other.

"Sigyn," she said with a bat of her lashes. "My name is Sigyn."

"Sigyn," he repeated, the sound of her name on his tongue obviously effecting the both of them. "A wonderful name. Mine is Theoric."

"Yes," she whispered, her face growing closer to his. "I thought so."

Both were losing their breaths, feeling their hearts palpitate in rhythm with each others.

"Sigyn," he muttered.

"Yes, Theoric?"

Her face got closer to his, noses nearly touching.

"I really like you," he confessed.

She smiled sweetly and let out a jovial sigh.

"I really like you, too," she added.

They were so close they could feel each other's hot breath on their faces. They felt the pull in the pit of their stomachs, and so brought their lips in for a connection ...

And a connection would have been made had it not have been for a large crash followed by people's screaming erupting from inside the hall, spoiling the moment.


"Be honest with me," she seemed to beg as they sat together, one on either side of the glass barrier. "Do you believe there is ever going to be a chance for you to get out of here?"

Loki shrugged his shoulders like a small boy, playing with his thumbs as he chewed on his bottom lip.

"I don't know, Sig," he answered.

Sig.

She hasn't heard that nickname in a long while, she had missed it immensely, and she hadn't even realized how much she craved to hear it again until he had said it. Only he was permitted to call her 'Sig.' No one else. Just him. And if anybody directed her by that name, no matter who it was, if it was not Loki she merely refused to answer them. She knew when it was or wasn't Loki just by the sound of his voice and how she was summoned. He never said it aggressively or jokingly or playfully. He only said it sweetly, like he had now, with some emotion behind it.

"I have thought about escaping many times," he went on to say, drawing Sigyn's attention away from her nickname and rather to what it was Loki was telling her. "I just have not figured out the right course of action just yet."

"I would assume speaking to the All Father is out of the question," she teased, making the corner of his mouth turn upwards, and actually have it stay like that as he looked to her.

"How do you do that?" he questioned, still smirking, but with some serious and comedic texture to his tone.

"Do what?" she asked with curiosity.

"What you just did," he elaborated. "Make any dark event or horrible thing into something light and playful? Take the most serious of matters and make them humors? How do you do it?"

She shrugged and rocked her head back and further as if stirring up some possible correct answer to his pending question.

"I do not know," she replied. "I guess, just being around you for as long as I have ... you pick up on a few things."

Both shared in some laughter, but it was short lived when the sound of armor clattering and swords being drawn echoed through the halls. Soon after, at least twenty Einherjar in uniform surrounded Loki's cell, causing him to stand and Sigyn to lean against the glass, unwilling to leave.

The All Father himself emerged from the center of the armed warriors, and looked back between his disowned son and the girl he had bellowed at not too long ago. It was clear he was angry with just the snarl that appeared on his wilting face. Beyond angry. More enraged.

"I gave a direct order," he began calmly, but it was obvious he was holding back. "A direct order for him to have no visitors. A direct order for no one- most of all, you- from coming down here and speaking to him. Not a day after I had told you to refrain from visiting him did you go and deliberately disobey your King, your All Father. And for that, Princess Sigyn of Asgard, I have no choice ... but to punish you for your crime."

Her jaw dropped open.

"My crime?" she asked. "What crime?"

"Treason," Odin replied and gave a nod to two Einherjar, who proceed to approach Sigyn, shackles in hand.

"No," Loki said as he pressed his palms against the glass. "No. Please, can't she just stay a while longer? A minute? Just one?"

But no one listened to him. Odin didn't even look his way. He was nothing, but a ghost to them.

They captured Sigyn, she fighting them off as best as she could, but she was no match for them. The Einherjar quickly and swiftly subdued her, placing the shackles on her wrists and tightening them to fit her properly.

"At least do not carry her out of here like an animal!" Loki called, banging on the glass with his fists. "She does not deserve that! Hey! Escort her out of here with some dignity! What is wrong with you? She is your Princess! Show some respect!"

But the Einherjar refused to listen to a prisoner's words, and nearly dragged Sigyn away from his cell as she lashed out at them, kicking and fighting, bitting even. Anything she could think of to be released from her bonds, even screaming for her freedom.

"Let go of me!" she cried. "Let go! I have done nothing wrong! I was visiting family as every Asgardian citizen has a right to do! Let me go!"

But no matter how loud Loki or Sigyn screamed, she was still dragged through the dungeons, making it seem as though she were a prisoner herself, being humiliated before her people; imprisoned and dressed in gold.

"You vile cur," Loki cursed to Odin from within his prison. "You dare treat her with such disrespect when she is your last hope? You dare parade her about the dungeons like she is some pest that lives in Asgard's golden realm? You sicken me to my core, and I will get you for that, Odin. I will get you for that."

The All Father paid his ex son no mind as he turned away from him, his back to Loki allowing the frost giant's words to just roll off of him, not taking Loki's threat seriously.


Theoric and Sigyn ran straight back into the Grand Hall where the celebration was being had, all the candles out and people cowering in the dark. Screams and whimpers of the distressed came about, and Sigyn felt something sticky under shoes. Lifting up her foot, she swiped up a sample of what was under her shoe and brought it to her nose to smell it.

"That is peculiar," she said to herself.

"What is it?" Theoric questioned, just as curious as she.

"Well ... it smells like ... like ... chocolate."

The candles were illuminated once more by the All Mother's magical hands, light springing up amidst the darkness, and making it known to the crowd what had happened.

Sigyn's eyes nearly popped out of her head as she looked around the hall, finding the entire place not only smothered in chocolate, but seemingly transformed into it. The tables were chocolate. The chairs, the floor, the chalices, the plates, the leftover food, the banners, the walls themselves! Everything!

The guests were seated in it, their chairs having collapsed beneath them when they went to sit down for the ceremonially toast given by the All Father before dessert. The tables were literally melting and some girls were crying over their damaged hair styles, including many of Sigyn's sisters. All except Var, who thrived in her chocolate covered gown, stuffing fistfuls of it into her mouth.

The crowd became silent as one snicker was heard above all in the corner of the room. All eyes shifted to the creator of the disaster that had taken place. Loki covered his mouth with one hand and held his gut with the other, doing all he could to hide his smile, but failing at it miserably, though he didn't seem to desire to cover his laughter at all. Tears crept out of the corners of his eyes and his face was turning red from how hard he was laughing.

Thor, who was also covered from head to toe in the brown substance, looked around in slight embarrassment. However, when he saw the dagger eyes all thrusted in Loki's direction, Thor simply cleared his throat and swiped one finger across his sweetly covered face. He then placed his finger in his mouth and nodded in approval.

"Loki!" he bellowed, making his little brother's green eyes shine towards him, tears still streaming down his face, and his mouth still slightly hidden by his hand.

"Brother?" he managed to squeak past his snickers and loss of breath.

"You did a marvelous job with dessert," Thor complimented.

Loki gave a dramatic bow, the first time Sigyn had seen his hand leave his face so that he may place it in the center of his chest.

"Why, dear brother," he said in that cool voice of his, "thank you very much."

Once Loki stood up straight, both he and Thor began to laugh hysterically. Like there was no tomorrow and that night was their only time to burst out with happiness. And once Prince Thor began to enjoy Prince Loki's harmless, yet over the top, prank the rest of the crowd joined in. They began to laugh and clap as though that is what they had meant to do all along, but Sigyn knew it was forced just so the public could stay on Thor's good side. And while Odin appeared to be flustered to the highest extent, the All Mother Frigga was genuinely sharing in her sons' humor.

Theoric stood stiff, not finding the prank funny to any extent, and simply rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"Such a child he is," Theoric muttered.

Meanwhile, Sigyn was forcing herself not to burst out into a fit of giggles for Loki's playful trick.


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