It wasn't until Sigyn went to her wardrobe to dress later that day that she understood exactly what Loki had meant when he'd said that she'd come around to his point of view. She opened her wardrobe and was confronted with the fact that all of the clothes inside it had become a myriad of green and black.

She scowled. Sigyn didn't know how or when, but the God of Mischief had managed to change all of her clothes just to make sure that she wore the colours he had chosen for her. His colours. She muttered a curse at Loki under her breath, hoping that he somehow could know how annoyed she was.

He just had to meddle... she thought with a sigh, resigning herself to his choice. Guess I'm wearing green or black then... Sigyn had flicked through every dress in her wardrobe, before finding one that was suitable. The one that she had originally thought to wear didn't suit the green colour that it had been turned to. So she picked a different dress, a better one.

Sleeveless and green in the majority, a black ribbon held the front together like a corset, while a black belt fell across her hips at the point where the ribbon stopped. The dress had originally been red and gold. It wasn't now; but in a strange way, Sigyn thought it almost looked better this way.

She put the dress on and stared at herself in the mirror. Sigyn found that it actually suited her rather well, much to her surprise. Then she turned to her hair; what to do with it? Why do I care so much? she wondered, as she parted her long curls and tied them into two loose bunches that fell across the area between her shoulders and breasts. I actually look... good, she thought, realising that she never usually cared for her appearance enough to think that.

She should have been expecting something as soon as she went downstairs, for that was exactly what she was met with when her sisters saw her. Even her father seemed slightly confused by her choice of attire.

"You're wearing his colours now?" Lifa giggled, her mouth hanging open mockingly.

"Don't even get me started," Sigyn fumed, hoping that her threatening temper would silence the two girls before they could even begin.

For once, it worked and they left their house in silence. The family bore witness to the wedding, watching the couple that they didn't know marry as they had watched others a few times previously.

It was a perfectly nice wedding, Sigyn thought, with the exception of a whisper from Dagný in her ear of, "Just think Sigyn, that could be you and your prince soon enough."

Sigyn could have strangled the girl, but she kept calm and said nothing, choosing to focus on proceedings rather than her sister's teasing. At the celebration afterwards, dancing began, and her sisters eventually moved off. Sigyn stayed alone however, her eyes roaming over the dancing, joyous figures that seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely. She was searching out Loki, the only person that she could not see.

She was startled out of her thoughts by the approach of a different God however. She blinked and stared for a second before bowing her head to the older Prince of Asgard; Loki's brother. Thor. As she observed the expected formality, she did not see it coming when Thor wrapped his arms around her in a bear-like hug. Sigyn went still, her eyes wide as he pulled back from her, grinning.

"My lady Sigyn, correct?" he said, his voice overly loud.

She blinked and eventually answered, "Yes."

The God laughed at her bemused and quiet reply, patting her on the arm in a friendly way. It felt to her like being hit by a brick. Make that ten, she thought as his hand came down playfully on her arm again.

"Forgive my forwardness, I am merely pleased to meet the woman my brother has chosen to court- and that you do in fact exist, of course," he added.

She narrowed her eyes slightly as she asked, "Why would I not exist?"

At that, Thor chuckled a little, "It's Loki. My brother has more than a slight tendency to lie."

"Right... Yes... That I do know," she said, smiling a little awkwardly.

"Since he refused to introduce us, and seems to have... disappeared, I thought it appropriate to make your acquaintance, my lady."

"How did you know it was me?"

"You happen to be the only woman in the room to dressed exactly in my brother's colours. I though it quite obvious, my lady."

Sigyn nodded, still smiling slightly as she said, "Please, if you would, stop calling me 'my lady'; I'm no lady."

"You will be if you keep it up with my brother," Thor winked.

Clearly, Thor was going for friendly. All that Sigyn was feeling was uncomfortable, however. It just wasn't in her mind to think about things like that- they just made her feel ill at ease.

"So are you going to tell me how he convinced you into this? My brother has certainly been very quiet about the particulars."

Sigyn blinked. What did he mean by putting the emphasis on 'you'? Did he not think she was good enough for his brother or something? No, that wouldn't make sense when put alongside his earlier comments.

"I'm sorry, but what do you mean by that?"

Thor raised his eyebrows at her as if the answer was obvious. Obvious to everyone but Sigyn apparently.

"Well, I want to know how my brother, the God of Mischief and Lies, managed to convince a beautiful maiden such as yourself to be around him for more than a few minutes."

Sigyn blinked. That was a little harsh, wasn't it? Loki may be annoying, but why would that change things... she wondered, frowning slightly.

"He stole my book, I went to get it back, and then... here we are" she replied eventually.

"That's it?" Thor asked, almost as if he was a little disappointed that there was no great bout of trickery on his brother's part.

"Yes," she answered. "Though he has taken to making me jump quite a lot. He seems to find it funny."

Thor grinned.

"Ah yes, how well I remember those tricks; it seems like only yesterday- in fact, it was only yesterday that he did the same to me..."

She let out a small laugh and enquired, "Do you ever get used to it?"

"Not as of yet," he replied, still grinning. "Still, it seems like a rather strange way to court someone... Then again, Loki has a talent for making things strange."

Not the traditional type of courting... Right. It was only then, as she spoke to Thor, that she realised something. Is scaring me half to death his idea of flirting? Oh Gods. What have I let myself in for? But before Thor could say anything more Sigyn jumped. And she jumped because arm wound around her back, a hand on her elbow pulling her close to the body at her side. She turned her head to see that it was Loki's arm around her as Thor let out a booming laugh.

"Brother!" Thor started when his laughter subsided. "We were just talking about you."

Loki simply raised a brow at his brother's comment, his lips pressing tightly together. But Sigyn felt how his grip on her elbow tightened. It was almost as if he was being possessive, she thought. But that couldn't be right, could it? She was probably just over-thinking things again.

She stared at the brothers, finding it odd to place them side by side like that. The differences between them were astonishing. The two looked nothing alike, but both were immensely regal. She didn't have time to consider them further before Loki spoke though.

"As charming as you may find yourself, Thor, I must steal Sigyn here away from you."

"Go ahead," the older brother said, gesturing to the two of them with an outstretched hand.

With a wink, he added, "I hear you have quite the talent for stealing things."

Sigyn had no choice in the matter, as Loki quickly whisked her away from Thor after one last, almost harsh, glare at him. She found herself momentarily stunned when he brought her over to the dance floor and pulled her into the throngs of dancing people.

She hadn't thought that Loki would be a dancer, so it surprised her when he manoeuvred her into the slow-paced dance that was currently being played. What's going on? she thought, blinking as he whirled her into a dance.