Sàga whimpered as she sat alone in the large tent...all by herself. She hated being alone. If she was alone, the sun-haired ones might hurt her again. She wanted Loki. Loki would keep her safe from the sun-haired tan ones. Sàga whimpered as she stood from Loki's big nest and went to her own nest to hide until he came back. She nuzzled the second fur that she was wearing and sniffed it because it smelled like Loki. It made her feel safe as she burrowed into her nest.

As she lay there, she started to think about Loki. She wondered if creatures like her mated. The creatures from her pack mated with each other. If so, Sàga wanted to mate with Loki, but no one else…just him. The make-feel-better creature said that kind of feeling was called "love." The creature said Loki must love her lots because he never acted protective with anyone but Frigga. What was a Frigga? Maybe Sàga could ask Loki what it was when he got back...because he was gone, and she was alone.

Sàga whimpered at the reminder.

However, she could hear Loki close by. He was roaring and stomping. It was like he could hear her thoughts, she thought brightly. When Loki came in, he let in the blazing hot draft of...where were they? Muspelheimr. He had used magic to make the tent insides cool. Sàga didn't like hot stuff; she liked it cold like in her old home. When Loki came in, he had a scowl on his face as he wiped a filmy sheen of sweat from his brow.

Was he not feeling good?

"Damn those fire demons," he snarled at no one in particular. Then he shoved a table over with his magic. "They will be the ruin of this entire expedition."

"O-Oki?"

"Not now, Sàga," he snapped. "I'm not in the mood."

Sàga pouted and sat up in her nest. "Have question."

Loki ignored her as he paced the room worrying his lip between his teeth. He was grumbling under his breathe and looked like the pack leader again. She didn't like it when he acted like that. Last time he acted that way, he yelled at her and made her eyes leak. Maybe he was sick like she was a few days ago. Maybe he just needed to lay down with her.

Frowning, she walked over to him timidly. "O-Oki, okay?"

"I said no, Sàga!" Loki snarled, using his arm to shove her back.

Sàga yelped as she tumbled backwards. Her back hit the center post, and she yelped when she hit the ground. Pain radiated up her back and throbbed at the base of her skull like she was being squeezed. Her nose was throbbing and bleeding too. W-Why did Loki hurt…hurt her? Loki would never hurt her…would he? He was her mate after all, right?

Her eyes started to leak and whimper as she held her head in her hands. When she looked up, Loki was blue...like the ones that killed her pack members. He had markings on his face and forehead and chin, a few making thin decorations on his cheeks too. The rest of his body was covered up except for his throat and hands. His eyes—a furiously passionate emerald just moments ago—were now a bright red that were glaring down at her. His hair and remained the same though. He was panting, still in his rage as he loomed. Sàga flinched and tried to shield herself from another oncoming attack. It never came though.

Loki's eyes softened when his eyes met hers. He reached for her just a little bit then froze before drawing back. He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. He didn't look so angry anymore. Was he…trying to apologize?

Sàga frowned and reached out to grasp his hand before it got too far away from her. When she touched his blue skin, she grew cold, but then the cold began to burn her. Why did it burn? Loki jerked away from her with wide eyes when she yelped and whimpered. Her skin was blistering like it did to all Aesir that touched him, but she didn't understand. Despite the pain though, Sàga reached for him again, not wanting to let him leave her ever again…not again.

"I am truly a beast...a monster," Loki said, face contorting in disgust as he returned to his Aesir form. When he did, he reached out for Sàga, and she took the hand, whimpering at her blistered hand. "It is a disgusting form to coincide with an equally disgusting race," he added, bitterly.

He went to get bandages and returned, sitting in front of her and caging her with his legs. Then he began to carefully wrap her hands.

"Thou…blue-not-blue?"

Loki sighed with a rueful smirk. "Yes, I suppose I am, aren't I?" he frowned again. "I...I must apologize, Sàga. I should know better than to lash out at a Lady."

"Yes," she agreed with a smile. "Blue thou is pretty...uh...hanshome."

Loki couldn't help but smile back despite how horrible he may have felt. Then he remembered something. "I'm glad at least one of us thinks so," he said, knowing her guilelessness. "Thou wished to ask me something?"

"What...h-habben? Why you mad?"

"Fire demons were awaiting the scouts. Only three survived the attack."

Sàga gawked. Then she looked down at her hand. "Oki, what a Frigga?"

Loki tensed. "Who told thee that name?" he asked ominously.

"The make-feel-better."

Loki scowled before sighing and rubbing his face as he recoiled into himself. He seemed to be warring with himself. Sàga leaned forward and nosed his cheek gently. That's what the pack members did to cheer each other up. He tensed under her touch before she sat back. His face was turning red as he smoothed a hand over his cheek.

"Frigga...was my mother. She was the only one in my family who...who ever understood me and truly loved me. I love her more than I love myself. She uh," he wiped his hand over his face and watery eyes. "Was killed...by a creature I helped escape prison…on accident. She died because of me though."

Sàga offered what the other sun-haired ones called a hug. "Not thou fault. Thou...not know."

Loki sighed and pushed her back. "We should eat soon." His face was still bright red.