Sigyn had initially tried to ignore what her twin sisters had said about being summoned to the palace, just because it was them that had said it. Also, the bad feeling she had was making her want to avoid thinking that they were telling the truth. But when her father came in and confirmed it, she had no choice but to concede.

Since the death of his wife some years ago, their father had awkwardly taken on raising three daughters. After years of it, Iwaldi still had not quite managed to learn how to properly deal with his daughters. That was a woman's considerations in his opinion. So when he asked Sigyn to dress her best, he basically ordered her to go, not quite understanding that he might simply have asked her; he need not have demanded.

Sigyn practically stamped up to her room and reluctantly opened her wardrobe. She didn't understand why they'd been summoned to the palace and the odd feeling she'd had stayed with her as she flicked through a number of dresses. And the odd feeling only seemed to link back to Loki.

She'd be damned if this was all Loki's doing and she'd had to change for nothing. Or worse, for him. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her dressed in her finest if this was all some trick. Sigyn scowled as she withdrew a pale blue dress.

She stripped and redressed herself quickly, smoothing the dress's long skirt out until into fell into place, dangling straight to the floor. She stared at herself in the reflection of the mirror attached to a wall in her room. Dipping slightly at the neck, it cinched at the waist, defining her slim figure well. With a sigh, she pulled her hair over one shoulder and tied it there by separating a thick strand and wrapping it around the rest.

There, she thought. This wasn't her best dress, but it suited her well enough; and she looked proper enough to stop her father from fussing. Sigyn wasn't that bothered about impressing anyone- not like her sisters were anyway- but in her opinion, she looked just fine for being summoned to the palace. She wasn't seeking anything else in going there.

But Sigyn didn't fail to notice her sisters snicker at how plainly she appeared to be dressed in comparison to them. It didn't concern her though; she'd rather be modest and simple than making a fool out of herself. But if her sisters wanted to make themselves into ridiculous and unparalleled flirts, then that was their choice.

The journey to the palace wasn't a long one, but Sigyn was ready to scream by the time they arrived. Her sisters' constant and excited gabbing was driving her insane; particularly as she was almost certain that they were under the wrong impression as to why they were at the palace.

And she was almost certain that something as suspicious as she found this had something to do with Loki. Or maybe I'm just being paranoid and Thor really does want to marry Dagný or Lifa... Sigyn couldn't repress her laugh at that thought, which she quickly had to conceal behind a falsified cough.

The guards that Sigyn had encountered weeks ago stood at that same post, waiting for their arrival. She smiled at the friendlier of the two men as he informed them that he would be there escort into the palace, and was glad that the other guard would not have to join them. Then again, she was also glad not be the next person that asked for permission to enter the palace- for they were not about to meet a well-mannered man.

The nicer guard, or the guard that had been nice as far as Sigyn had known him, led them through the palace, only stopping when they reached a pair of large, golden doors. There he refused entry to all but Iwaldi, and went on to lead the girls to an adjoining room so that they might be comfortable whilst they waited.

Why order us to come here only to leave us here? Sigyn thought with a frown. Something wasn't quite right; and Sigyn spent the entire time that she was left with her giggling sisters trying to determine exactly what it was. She couldn't do it though; no matter how hard she tried, all she could think was that it somehow linked back to Loki. Which it probably doesn't, she reasoned, chastising herself. You'd think I was obsessed with him or something...

Sigyn found herself mentally cursing the God of Mischief again. By leaving her alone for so long and then something like this happening, of course she was going to think it was him, even if it wasn't. He was playing with her again, even if he didn't mean to. The way she had over-thought the situation already meant that he had won; she'd wasted far too much of her time thinking about Loki. Sigyn was about to put her head into her palms as that realisation hit her, but she didn't.

And she didn't, because in that moment, her father entered the room with the guard. Sigyn barely got a chance to see her father's bewildered expression before the twins pounced on him, still full of their irritating giddiness. Sigyn stood, slowly walking towards the others and trying to hear her father's voice over her sisters'.

"I'm quite sure that you won't believe what I've just been asked," her father said, running a hand through his greying beard.

But he refused to elaborate until they returned home. And that walk turned out to feel even longer than it the journey there had. Dagný and Lifa were pestering their father the entire way, eager to know what he knew, while Sigyn remained more quietly invested. She wanted to know to satisfy her curiosity- and the bad feeling that she'd had since they'd been summoned to the palace. It wasn't until the four had made it home, and the three girls were settled, seated at their wooden dinner table that their father said a word. Or rather, fifteen.

"I have been approached as one of you is to be courted by a prince."

An over-excited bubble seemed to burst beside Sigyn as Dagný and Lifa started talking immediately, their hopes set high.

"What did you say?"

"Yes, father, what did you say?" Lifa chirped in.

"I agreed, of course," he replied.

If Sigyn had been irritated by the first explosion of quick and excited chatter, then it only got worse when their father said that. She frowned, she had more pressing matters than annoying younger sisters right now. Something was troubling her, just as it had when they were in the palace. It couldn't be... could it?

An interruption to the jabber at her side came when Dagný paused, holding up a hand and asking, "Wait, father, you said a prince. A prince... Which prince?"

At that, Iwaldi could only look at them for a moment, a flicker of doubt appearing in his eyes. At that, Sigyn knew what his reply would be.

"Loki," he said.

The twin girls shut up immediately, their earlier excitement and overly-cheerful manner vanishing almost instantly. They were scared of him it seemed, as a lot of Asgardians were.

"Which of us is it?" Lifa whispered.

But Sigyn knew the answer to that already; which is why she dropped her head to the table, banging it against the hard wood. She could feel her family staring at her, but she couldn't see it; a layer of her thick, blonde curls mercifully covered her face from view.

"You?"

"Her?"

"Sigyn?" she heard the pair exclaim simultaneously.

She didn't even look up when her father asked, "I take it you knew something about this then?"

"Not in so many words," Sigyn groaned into the table.

She took a deep breath and let it out in a long sigh. Try explaining this one... she thought to herself, wanting nothing more than to fade away rather than to explain something she wasn't even fully aware of in the first place.