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Chapter 2

"Sigyn! What do you think you are doing here?!"

Sigyn flinched at her father's loud booming voice. He had strode across the hall and now stood looming over her.

Her brother, ever the charmer, tried to intervene. "Father –,"

"I shall deal with you later." Hugin's glare had snapped to his son who immediately shut his mouth.

The Lady Sif couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, impressed someone had managed to get Fandral to stop talking so easily.

Hugin's sharp gaze returned to his daughter. "I shall ask you again, Sigyn. What are you doing here?"

Her blue eyes turned hard as she looked up at her father. The fear she felt lessened and was soon overtaken by anger as she replied. "I was enjoying myself, but… you've ruined that now."

Hugin's eyes widened in absolute fury. Not only had she crept out of the house, but now she was trying to be smart with him. "How dare you talk to me like that! I am your father! You will go back home this instant!"

The rage rose within her. She knew it was dangerous, but she couldn't seem to quell it. "Why? So you can lock me away for the rest of my life? Can you believe that tonight has been an absolute adventure for me? How pathetic is that? Coming to a party is the most exciting thing I have ever done and it is all your fault!"

Sigyn was suddenly cut off when her head snapped to the side and a loud smacking sound echoed through the now silent hall. It took her a moment to realise that she had been slapped… by her father. Her father had slapped her. He had gotten angry at her, at Fandral too, plenty of times in the past but he had never laid a finger on either of his children.

She stared at her father with wide eyes shining with tears as she cradled her cheek. Sigyn could feel the mix of emotions rising inside her. Disbelief, fury… pain. She had never felt such a strong, uncontrollable surge of her power wash over her body. She couldn't control it. Her shoulders curled inwards as she tried desperately to keep it inside.

Fandral, who had been shouting at his father unnoticed by his sister, turned to her when she started to shake. He knew exactly what was happening. The blonde warrior reached out for her. "Sigyn –."

"Do not touch me." Sigyn backed away from her brother. "Please, I don't want to…" Pain flashed in her eyes at the thought of hurting her brother. "I need to get out of here." She looked around frantically for an exit, like a trapped animal.

Whilst her blue orbs were flashing about the room they briefly met an emerald green pair that held an unreadable expression.

Sigyn didn't dwell on them for long, she just needed to get away from all these people.

Once she spotted a way outside across the room behind her, she started to back towards it. She had to look at her family to make sure that Fandral didn't try and reach for her again.

When she was far enough away she made to turn around, but ended up smacking into a broad chest and felt hands reach up to grasp her arms in an attempt to steady her.

Looking up at the man's face she saw the dark eyes of Theoric staring down at her calculatingly.

Sigyn's mouth went dry. Her pale skin must have been freezing. She didn't want to know what he was thinking at that moment.

Quickly she tore away from his grasp and ran towards the exit.

Once she was outside she didn't stop running until she was buried deep in the palace gardens. She found a clearing in the trees that seemed vaguely familiar, but she didn't take much notice as she collapsed to her knees and cried.

Nearly an hour had passed before Sigyn's sobbing finally resided to silent tears.

She sniffed a few times as she gingerly wiped at the wetness on her face.

"So, it is you."

Sigyn jumped despite the voice being gentle. Her head snapped up to see Prince Loki's green eyes staring at her from the edge of the clearing.

She sniffed again, her shock preventing her from showing the due respect to a prince. "What?"

Loki stepped slowly towards her, the big blue eyes making her look like a frightened doe. "It is you from all those years ago. I thought it was when I first saw you tonight, you seemed so familiar."

Sigyn's brow creased in confusion. "I'm sorry, I do not understand."

Loki remained silent as he crouched down next to her and reached into his pocket to pull out a pale blue handkerchief. He gently unfolded it with his long fingers and revealed a pressed snowdrop.

Sigyn stared at it for a few seconds before finally registering what the prince meant.

She gasped quietly as her eyes flashed up to meet his. "That was you? Prince Loki?" She whispered the last part under her breath but he still heard it.

A smile stretched across his face. "Your control has improved since then. I remember frost covering all of this grass and I think it nearly snowed."

Her blue eyes widened. "Please, don't tell anyone, please."

Loki frowned slightly, remembering her saying something similar when she was a young, frightened, innocent little girl. She was still young, frightened and innocent now, only she was no longer a child. She was a beautiful woman, Loki couldn't deny it, and he felt his heart give a small squeeze at the desperate expression in her crystal eyes. He shook the feeling off, not liking it.

There was no way he could deny her request. "I promise," he said as he had when they were both children.

She visibly relaxed at his words. "Thank you."

He found her trust in him endearing. How easily she believed him. There was no reason for her not to, Loki fully intended to keep his promise, but it was a sign of her naivety. The result of being hidden away for all these years.

Loki was shocked to realise that she had started crying again. She stared at the ground as the tears fell. When she spoke her voice was only a whisper. "I hate him sometimes." She sniffed. It was clear she was talking about her father. "But then I hate myself for thinking such a thing because I love him too."

Sigyn rubbed her eyes and sighed. "It's just so hard. Fandral has been allowed to... have a life. He's so successful, he's one of the Warriors Three! I've just been locked away, not allowed to do anything. That house is like a prison."

She glanced back up into his emerald eyes. He had remained patiently quiet throughout her speech. She gave a small laugh. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm telling you all this. Actually," she spoke slowly, "yes I do." She started fiddling with her fingers. "That little boy I met here all those years ago, he was… he was the only person who wasn't family who not only knew my secret, but knew me, knew who I was. I never stopped thinking about him, that little boy who helped me and kept my secret." She looked back up at Loki shyly. "And he was a prince."

Loki gave her a small smile. He liked what he was to her. He liked being important to somebody, being needed and irreplaceable.

They both sat in silence for a few moments, Loki revelling in this new feeling before he spoke. "How is it you came to have these powers?"

"I was born with them. I don't know why. Fandral wasn't and there is no history of it in my family. I'm just… cursed I suppose."

Loki thought for a minute. "Do you know what you can do with them?"

"A little bit. I have never fully experimented. Never been allowed to, never wanted to."

"Show me."

She looked at him shocked. "Sorry?"

"Show me what you can do."

She would have refused if not for the sharp look in his green eyes and the commanding undertone to his voice.

Swallowing hard, Sigyn slowly slipped her left glove off and held her hand out, palm facing up.

Loki watched intently as a small swirl of snow appeared from her palm before drifting upwards and away into nothing.

She stood up and walked in a wide circle around him, snowdrops sprouting from where her feet had touched the grass.

Silently she sat back down next to him. She cupped her palms together for a moment before opening them. She held a five pointed star made completely from ice. Brushing her thumb over it, she turned her hand over and let it drop to the ground.

She kept her eyes on the star, unwilling to meet his gaze.

Loki too looked at the star for a few moments before looking to her and speaking. "Is that everything?"

Her head snapped up to look at him, annoyance glittering in her blue eyes. "That's all I want to be able to do."

His lips quirked up slightly at her irritation. "Can you only make things like this," he picked up the ice star in his long pale fingers, "or could you make something… bigger."

She looked at him, a frown still marring her features. "I could probably make anything out of ice." Sigyn picked up her glove and quickly put it back on. "But I do not want to know. I am more scared of hurting anybody than I am of people finding out."

Loki couldn't believe the next words that came out of his mouth. "I could help you." Why had he said that? He barely knew her, why would he help her? He supposed it was because he understood what she was feeling. He knew what it felt like to be over-looked, neglected, detached from everyone else. He never understood why, though.

Still, he tried to bite back his words, but the look in her wide blue eyes prevented it. "You struggle controlling your powers when you get emotional, yes? I could teach you to control them."

Sigyn was astonished. She knew the prince had some powers of his own, and he had obviously had tutoring in how to manage them, but she never expected him to help her. "You would do that?"

Loki nodded.

Both of their attentions were caught by the distant shout of her name. "Sigyn!"

"It is my brother." Sigyn spoke gently. Loki turned back to look at her. "I should probably go."

The prince stood and held out his hand to help her up. She took it gently and he raised her up.

"I meant what I said." Loki spoke as he released her hand. "Should I discuss it with your father tomorrow?"

"No!" There was alarm clear on her pale face. "He cannot know that you know, he will be furious."

Loki thought for a moment. "No matter. I shall come to your room. We can practice unnoticed in there."

Sigyn blushed at the thought of this man in her chamber. "Would my father not find out?"

He smiled at her, mischief glinted in his emerald eyes. "Oh, My Lady, I have my own skills. Do not worry. I shall see you tomorrow."

With that he raised her gloved hand, never breaking eye contact, and planted a kiss on it before turning and leaving the clearing.

Sigyn stood and watched where he had disappeared before she heard her brother's voice again only this time it was closer. "Sigyn! It's Fandral! Come home, now, please!"

When hearing the worry in his voice, she quickly stepped out the circle of snowdrops and left the clearing the opposite way Prince Loki had gone. She waded her way through the trees until she came across her brother and, strangely enough, Theoric.

"Sigyn! Where have you been?" Fandral marched up to his sister and embraced her. Pulling away he held her chin. "Are you alright? How is your face?"

She had forgotten the tender feeling of the flesh where her father had struck her, but now she was reminded of it the pain came rushing back. She reached up her hand and felt the burning skin that must have been bright red. Her cool fingers helped sooth it.

"I am fine." She spoke gently to appease her brother, but she could not take her eyes off the dark-eyed man standing a few feet away.

Fandral, noticing his sister's distraction, turned to Theoric. "Thank you for helping me look for my sister. I shall take her home now." It was clearly a dismissal.

"I am relieved to see the lady is safe." Theoric spoke and bowed his head before leaving the siblings.

The blonde warrior turned to his sister. "Are you sure you are well? I am terribly sorry for what happened, I cannot believe father would do that."

Sigyn shook her head. "Tis not your fault, Fandral. I just had to leave, I didn't want to hurt you, I couldn't control it." Her voice sounded sad.

Fandral wrapped his arm around her shoulders and started to lead her back home. "Come now, you must be exhausted."

Sigyn reluctantly let herself be led, hating each step that took her closer to that infernal prison.

I hope you enjoyed it. For some reason I found it difficult to write the whole interaction between Loki and Sigyn, but once I got going it was easy. Do let me know if you spot any mistakes and tell me what you think in general :) Please review xxx