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Chapter 3

Sigyn awoke naturally the next morning, her eyes blinking against the faint light shining in through the curtains.

With a large stretch she sat up and ended up staring at the patch of floor where there had been shards of broken pottery. After the scalding her father had given her when she arrived home the previous night she had thrown a vase across her room as a way to release the anger inside of her without using her magic. One of the servants must have cleaned the mess up whilst she had been sleeping. She frowned, not liking the idea of people coming into her room when she was unconscious.

With a sigh she stood up and walked over to her wardrobe so that she could get dressed.

Not long after she had found a suitable dress and washed her face there was a loud knock at her door.

The visitor didn't wait for her to allow them in, they were clearly only waiting to see if there would be any protest to them entering because when Sigyn didn't make a sound they barged into her room.

It was her father. His face remained impassive as he spotted his daughter on the far side of the room, but there was a slight dominance in his ice blue eyes that hinted to what he had come to see her for.

"I have come to inform you that due to your indiscretion yesterday, your confinement has been limited to just your room." Hugin held up a brass key. "You are to be locked in here. The only time the door will be open is when the servants bring you your meals. I have had enough complaint from your brother this morning so any attempt to sway me will be pointless. My decision is final, Sigyn."

Sigyn could only stare with wide eyes as her father turned and closed the door behind him as he left. It was only when she heard the click of the lock that she managed to snap out of her trance.

She rushed over to the door and rattled the handle in a vain attempt to get it open. An exasperated sigh escaped her lips and leant her forehead against the hard wood, eyes closed as she listened to her father's footsteps moving away.

"Are you ready?"

Sigyn spun around and found a pale hand covering her mouth, another grabbing her right arm and a body pressing hers against the door.

She was breathing heavily, her blue eyes still wide even when she realised it was only Prince Loki. He had said he would be here.

His hand slipped away from her mouth when he knew she wouldn't yell out, a smirk gliding across his face as he spoke. "Excellent reflexes, My Lady."

It was only then that she realised that in her right hand, the hand he held secure, there was a long, sharp icicle.

She blinked once before opening her fingers and letting it drop to the floor and shatter. She hadn't even realised she had made it.

Loki took a step back, but Sigyn was still staring at the ice at her feet, tears forming in her blue eyes.

"I am sorry, My Prince, but I am not in the mood for a lesson today."

Loki raised an eyebrow. "Why ever not?"

She raised her eyes to meet his green ones. "My father has just told me that I am to be shut up in this room for an indefinite amount of time. I did not think this place could become more of a prison. I do not really feel like experimenting with my powers today." In truth she felt like crawling between her bed covers and crying, but she would never tell Prince Loki that.

"Well," the prince said after a while, "if you show your father how well you can control yourself… he may let you out. Alas, you cannot do that without my help."

Sigyn blinked away the tears in her eyes before silently nodding.

Another smile appeared on Loki's face. "Good."

Loki stepped further into the centre of the room and gestured for Sigyn to follow.

He smirked once more. "It would seem a waste to not train you when you are clearly very emotional at this moment."

Sigyn followed his gaze and looked back behind her to see a small patch of frost where she had just been standing.

She snapped her gaze back to him, slightly annoyed that he was obviously finding her weakness entertaining.

He met her glare steadily before speaking. "The key is to find another outlet for your emotion or, if you can, find a way to effectively calm yourself. Do not try and bottle it up, that could lead to an outburst which would make the situation worse."

Sigyn nodded. "Yesterday evening I threw a vase across the room."

Loki chuckled. "Yes, that sort of thing, though maybe not so… destructive." He gripped her shoulders and moved her so that she was standing more squarely in front of him. "Now, first we will try with the calming."

Sigyn licked her lips and nodded.

Still having not removed his hands from her shoulders he whispered, "Close your eyes."

She looked at him for another second before obeying.

"Now," his voice was deep and slow, "I want you to take a deep breath, in through your nose and out through your mouth, slowly."

She breathed in deeply through her nose, not being able to help but smell his scent. She couldn't put a name to it, it was uniquely him.

"Breathe out when I say and when you do, imagine all your emotions leaving your body, leaving you perfectly calm."

She did so, blowing out her anger and her sadness. Her calm didn't last long, however, as he chose that moment to slowly trail his fingertips down her bare arms to her wrists, leaving a trail of goose-bumps on her pale skin. Her steady heartbeat suddenly picked up to an erratic rhythm and her breathing sped up.

Her blue eyes snapped open at the surge of emotion.

His emerald eyes glittered with amusement as he said teasingly, "You were doing well, what happened?"

She frowned and tried to pull away, but he gripped her wrists. She could feel her magic tingling in the palms of her hands and spreading.

"Please." Her voice was barely a whisper as she struggled against his grip.

His hands tightened slightly. "Try to calm yourself. Come on, in exactly the same way as you just have."

She looked at him for a moment longer, conflict clear in her azure eyes, before finally letting her eyelids close over.

She took deep breaths in through her nose and out through her mouth, each time getting slower and she could feel her heart returning to a steady pace.

Sigyn opened her eyes, blinking a few times before finally looking up at him.

One side of his mouth raised ever so slightly as his hands gently slid from her wrists. "Very good, My Lady. I did not even feel your skin becoming cool."

Sigyn frowned. He must have felt it. Though his fingers were on her wrists, the palms of his hands had been against the back of hers, he must have felt the iciness of her skin. There was no way he couldn't have.

"Shall we practice displacing your emotions?"

She blinked and nodded, deciding that he was probably teasing her about the temperature of her skin.

"Good," he smiled, "now, is there anything in this room that is precious to you and you would be particularly against breaking?"

Hours later Sigyn sat on her bed, reading. Prince Loki had left a little while ago and after cleaning up the things she had broken, she could now relax.

Her attention was snatched away from the story before her when she heard the lock on her door clicking open.

She laid the book down and got up from her bed, quickly glancing around the room to check that there was no evidence of the prince's visit.

When the door eventually opened her father stepped through, a disappointed look in his eyes.

"Father, what…" her voice trailed off when another man came into her room behind her father.

Sigyn's eyes widened as Theoric strutted past her father and towards her, a sly smile on his face.

He stopped a few feet away from her and bowed his head. "Lady Sigyn." His greeting sent a shiver down her spine. There was something… dangerous… about the tone of his voice.

Her eyes flashed between Lord Theoric and her father. "What's going on?"

Her father's eyes dropped to the floor. She had never seen him look so… powerless.

Without speaking, Theoric reached into his pocket and pulled out a flower before holding it out to Sigyn.

If she had been presented with any other flower she would have been flattered, but as she stared at the white snowdrop in Theoric's hand she felt her mouth go dry.

"Strange time of year to see these." Theoric's voice was patronising.

Sigyn swallowed to try and moisten her throat before saying, "I wouldn't know… I have never really been interested in botany."

"Don't try and be smart with me. Your father tried and it didn't work so don't think for one second that you can get away with it."

Her eyes widened. This man was actually ordering her about in her own home and by the looks of things he had done the same to her father, the most frightening, commanding man she knew.

When she didn't speak, he continued. "It is not… natural… for an Asgardian to be able to conjure up these little things," he waved the snowdrop in her face, "wherever she steps."

"Well, I am sure plenty of sorcerers can do -," Sigyn was cut off when Theoric raised his voice.

"Yes, but why would this particular sorceress try to hide her skills?" His dark eyes looked black and in them shone a glint of… triumph? "Also, why can this particular sorceress make snow appear out of thin air, and 'make anything out of ice'? That is what you said yourself, wasn't it?"

Her next words came out in a near-silent whisper. "You… you were there last night." It wasn't a question.

"Oh, of course I was. I must say I am surprised that the prince hasn't told the king and queen anything about it... did he come today?"

Sigyn saw her father's head shoot up to look at her out of the corner of her eye. "What?" His voice sounded deadly.

Theoric turned to face Hugin. When he spoke his voice was patronising. "Oh, I didn't tell you? Prince Loki and your daughter arranged for him to come here so he could help her with..." he turned back to Sigyn, "What was it? Self control?"

Sigyn licked her lips and swallowed in an attempt to regain some moisture in her mouth. This was just getting worse and worse.

"Did he come, Sigyn?" her father growled.

She frantically looked between her father and Lord Theoric and swallowed deeply. "No."

Sigyn's eyes snapped to Theoric at the sound of his scoff. "You cannot prove he was here! Just because he said he would come doesn't mean that he did, he's a prince, he can do as he pleases."

Theoric observed her calculatingly before speaking. "Well, if he didn't come then you should have no problem letting your father and I wait in your room to see if he comes tomrrow."

He turned to her father. "Thank you for your time, Lord Hugin. I will be here tomorrow morning." He turned and bowed to Sigyn before leaving the room.

As soon as the sound of the front door slamming echoed through the house, Hugin marched towards his daughter and slapped her twice across the face.

She wasn't shocked like she had been at the party, she simply stared at him with empty eyes.

"After everything I have done to try and protect you, I find out that you have completely thrown it back in my face. Do you know how humiliating that was? To have a man come into my home and order me about because you were so careless. Theoric will tell the king, I don't know what he will do, but I do know that it will be entirely your fault! You brought this on yourself."

He spun around and stormed out of the room.

The second the door slammed shut, ice enveloped the whole room quicker than it ever had before.

OMG! what's gonna happen?! Please tell me if you spot any mistakes and don't forget to review! I love to hear what you all think and do tell me if there's anything you want to happen later on in the story and I will try to fit it in with what I have in mind xxx