What was she doing? Openly discussing matters with a stranger; things she hadn't been able to talk to herself before. Here she was, answering most of his questions, which were more than what he had told of himself. Sigyn had told him that she was the daughter of a powerful some land away. That she had just discovered why the rest of her family was so hateful towards her; that she wasn't even theirs. Her real mother had abandoned her, and her father had pitifully chosen to keep her. And that once she found out her "true identity" she couldn't live with them anymore and had thus ran away to here.

Sigyn felt weird and comfortable all at the same time. Loki was a stranger, but in all the while, he seemed less so. They had talked as they ate their sandwich dinners with some soda, both of which were a first for him. He had liked the sub, but the drink had made him blow out from his nose and cough as the bubbles got to him. Obviously there were no fizzy drinks where he was from. Soda had been a rarity back at her mansion too. Everyone was expected to act neat and superficial as if the queen might walk in any moment. God she had hated her mother, or the woman she had thought to be her mother. The duchess was her stepmother, and her siblings actually her half siblings. Her father used to tell her stories about a king who met this enchanted lady on a hunt one day and fell in love with her, now she gathered them up as his memories of when he had met her mother. She hated being with them all; even before she found out who she was. Her "mother" was always extra ordering on her, and her siblings all played amongst each other and excluded her. She did have nice nannies and maids though, and those were the people she was bound to miss most.

Huh, thinking about it all gave her a migraine, but she was grateful knowing she never really belonged there, and was finally relieved when she ran away, to this cold, secluded, and beautiful Norway. After cleaning up, Sigyn went up to her room to rest.


The dinner was simple but good. Loki had liked the stringy molten cheese over the steak, but he had to wash it down with that soda that fizzled and bubbled in his mouth all the way down his throat. But in all, it was definitely less savage than dinner at the palace, where everyone ate ravenously as if this meal would be their last. Sigyn had given him the guest room and had herself gone to her room, exhausted by all the memories. Loki was standing impatiently in front of the mirror, twisting and turning to be able to see all the cuts and bruises. Whatever magic returned to him he used quickly to knit back the torn muscles and relax the unwanted knots. The room was small, smaller than his bathroom at home. But it was easy to adjust to. There were all the necessary things: a bed, side table, lamps, chairs, and wardrobe. What he was most pleased about was that there was a bookshelf, lined top to bottom with books thick or thin. Naturally, he grabbed one of the thicker volumes. It was a collection of stories by some brothers who were apparently very sad and dark. There was one of some elves who made shoes at night, one of seven swans, another of a white snake. But there were many of damsels in distress. One of a servant girl whose fairy godmother gave her a crystal blue outfit in exchange for a curfew, another of a girl living with seven dwarfs, who's taken down by an evil witch. These ones made him laugh. He could give a girl more than just a ball gown outfit, in exchange for something more devious. And please, a poison apple? He would have had a snake strangle her or something resulting in a more permanent death.

Scoff. "Poison apple. Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo."

"You find that funny?" Sigyn said standing in the doorway. Loki noticed that her face was recently washed, with special attention been paid to her cheeks.

"I'm sorry I saw the lights on and thought maybe you were awake too."

"Aah yes, just getting in a light read before getting to bed. Care to join me?"

"Sure," Sigyn replied as she sat on the edge of the bed.

"You think you can do better magic?"

"Excuse me?" Loki asked, caught off guard.

"You scoffed at the magic in the stories. All the glass slippers and poisoned apples. You can do them one better?"

"If you trust me, I can show you."

"Did you really hit your head hard?"

He chuckled at her inability in believing him.

"Watch this," Loki said as he stood up. He stood her up by pulling her up by her shoulders, but as his hands skimmed down to hers, his trail was covered by velvety green cloth which fell down her wrists like tear drops. Sigyn looked at herself, shocked to find her body enshrouded in a figure hugging green dress with bell-bottom sleeves that had golden trims.

"Oh my God!"

"You see? I can do them one better."

"This is wonderful! How? What…"

Loki expected her to ask him what he was, and that was one question he despised most in all the realms.

"You are a truly gifted person, Sir Loki."

"Gifted? You're not gonna ask how I got these powers? What I am?"

"Does any of it matter? What you are? Someone once told me, that it doesn't matter what you are, as long as you can accept you and live as who you are and who you wanna be, not be a puppet to others' strings."

"That was one smart person."

"Yea, she was. So, can you only pull out dresses from thin air or is there more?"

"What, so now I'm your personal freak show?" Loki teased, amused at her interest in his talents.

"You could say." She teased, and laughed. "Hmm, tell you what, I take care of you, and in repayment, you show me cool tricks and stuff."

Eheheheh. "You are an applaud-able businesswoman, Sigyn."

"Well, when you have to start living on your own, you pick up a few things here and there."

The pain in he eyes as she said that prompted Loki to show Sigyn more tidbits of his talents, which they kept up till his powers dimmed and she was tired enough to go to her own room for a good night's sleep, ensuring Loki that tonight, she would certainly sleep to happy and magical dreams, a confession that strangely pleased the usually arrogant prince