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Let me know if you ever need rescuing. In hindsight he should have noticed the she shadow of worry that flickered across her face when she told him.
He should have realised that Odin was not simply inviting her to stay in their home as a gesture of good will.
Sigyn was being moved so that the Allfather could keep his eye on her, pun intended. She must have done something to make her a person of interest as he would later learn that her role as a lady in waiting was only a cover and that Sigyn was unofficially under house arrest.
But at the time he was only thinking of wooing her. He glanced around the hall. Thor and the Warriors Three were in full drinking song mode, except Hogun of course.
Sif was giving him a death glare from across the room as if to say 'touch her and die a gruesome and undignified death'.
When she nodded and got up to leave he grabbed a bottle of honey wine from the table, just in case he needed a little more courage, he flashed a grin at Lady Sif and laughed to himself when he saw her jaw drop in outrage.
The guards were just beginning to stir as they silently crept by under the Tarnhelm's charm. It was bizarre that Loki could feel Sigyn's warm hand in his but he couldn't see her or himself.
It was as though he didn't exist in that strange other space. He knew charms to shield himself from being seen, even Heindall had trouble focusing on him when they worked, but this magic was different.
They were not cloaked or hidden but literally invisible and completely undetectable passing through the corridors and city streets as though they were in a dream.
Not even the staff had carried power such as this, in all his life he had never felt this powerful before, not even when he had been king.
So when they were safely outside the gates of the city and Sigyn had flickered into sight again it was only natural for him to snatch the elfin helmet from her hands and make a run for it disappearing down the darkened road.
As he ran that unusual tight feeling under his skin returned only what had been barely noticeable a few minutes earlier had broken out into an unbearable pain that only got worse the further he ran away.
He had managed about ten yards when he finally collapsed on the cobblestones under a nearby oak tree with a strangled scream as it felt as though he was being stabbed repeatedly with thousands of sewing needles, the Tarnhelm fell from his head and rolled a few feet into a nearby ditch as he landed in the dirt.
He heard the echo of her riding boots as she followed his cries and the pain slowly subsided and disappeared as suddenly as it had came when arrived at his side.
It makes up the majority of my magic. When you agreed to help me I decided to bind you to your word. If you go back on our deal then I'm afraid things will get rather uncomfortable.
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No, he had to be calm and reasoned, as much as he wanted to scream. So he remained silent, thoughtful, until Mother released him from her arms, assuring him that it was a mark of his strength that he had been chosen.
Loki could not help but take that as her praising him above Thor and his head rose a touch, assuming its more familiar posture for the moment before he was guided into a chair and his mother resumed her seat opposite.
But he scowled darkly as Mother asked which maidens Father had suggested. That had, perhaps, been the part of the conversation he liked the least, and Loki wished he could stand and pace as the memories returned.
Nor would I want to subject myself to her barbs when her tongue is as sharp as her blade. There are none, I am afraid. He was resisting to her embrace, and that did warn her that he was going to be resistant to everything she said.
If there was one thing her son's had in common it was their stubbornness. Once a thought had gotten into their heads it was all one could do to dislodge it, but she knew that Loki was fighting a losing battle.
She just reminded herself it was good for him, and she was calmed when he had hugged her back. The tenseness returned as he sat down, and she felt he was almost like an animal trapped in a cage yet ready to spring.
He wanted to be up and about, moving throughout her rooms or running as far from these halls as he could.
She remembered well the fear, but she had not been so opposed to marriage. It had been an honor, but then she had not been raised a Prince of the realm with all the freedom she could imagine.
Her sons enjoyed freedoms beyond any most would know, and for that they were lucky. Yet now, it made it harder for them to understand their obligations, as was present in Loki's refusal to even think of the idea.
If pressed, he would probably say he had thought and thought about it, but the truth was he had probably let the image flash through his mind, formed this terrible opinion of being held down, and not allowed a moment of good into that image.
His distaste was amplified by Odin's words, she was sure. She prevented the grimace from crossing her face as Loki pronounced Sif's name, but that was not a name she would have called upon when speaking to her younger son.
Sif was beautiful, compassionate and skilled, but there was little love between her and Loki. After all they had done to each other it was a wonder they could even remain in the same room together, and she could easily imagine why Loki was immediately averse to the situation.
Truthfully she was shocked just that name hadn't caused Loki's shouting to be heard all the way in her chambers. Amora was a better choice, one she had discussed with Odin.
The blonde woman was a friend to Loki, and though she had not seen true evidence of affection beyond that she had thought maybe her son had just kept it hidden.
She just knew there had to be someone that had caught his eye. Even in his words she heard that something was being held back, and she was not sure if it was just by petulant choice at being guided in this situation or if he was embarrassed to say, but she would get him to speak to her about it whether he wanted to or not.
I am your Mother, Loki. I will not be deceived by you," she smiled at him, kept her tone warm and lightly teasing so that he would not feel like he was being attacked, "Now, tell me so that I may help you in all of this.
Make me your ally. From the moment he had entered the room, Sigyn had wanted to melt away into the shadows, already uncomfortable at the idea of overhearing her Queen's private conversations even if it was something she had done for years.
She knew secrets that she had never wanted to know, and though at times it was endearing to see the Queen with her son's there were arguments and conversations one should never be privy to.
This was only amplified by the dark haired girl's affection for the younger Prince, though she would never utter a word. Most of the time she found she did not even think of him.
It was not like with other girls, where they yammered of the men they found attractive every moment they could spare.
She was a more reserved woman by nature, but even if she had been inclined to share her thoughts they were normally not on the men of Asgard.
She had more important things to think of, her education never finished though she had gone through all of her schooling in sorcery.
When her Queen did not need her, she found herself in the library, finding the quiet more comforting than the women she had long ignored since she was a young child.
They were foolish, with little vision and little wit, and she wanted to think herself above their company, and then Loki would enter the room and she found her face going hot and her heart beating slightly faster.
She would force herself to look away, or she would find herself engrossed in the fine angles of his features or the way his eyes lit up when someone was able to pull a rare smile from him.
She had long ago memorized the details, when she was young enough not to care so much for appearances. It had been easier then to be so engrossed in him, when he was charged with tutoring her in the magic arts.
Then she could spend her afternoons with him on occasion, when he would come to her, and in that soft, patient manner of his he would tell her what she needed to change or teach her how to hold her hands.
It was never anything too significant, and he had more than likely forgotten her existence, but in those early years she had formed a bond with him that she had not been able to dispel no matter how she told herself she would be happier.
So when he entered his mother's chambers she had wanted to run away with the rest of the girls, and after he had begun to speak she had wanted to go deaf, to never hear the words that were softly spoken between mother and son.
She had never thought her feelings would come to anything, but she had not wanted to face the idea of his matrimony while hiding in the corner trying not to look at either Frigga or Loki while also battling back the girlish tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks at the sheer surprise of it all.
She bit her lip and breathed deeply; careful not to make a sound while they spoke. If she just focused, this conversation would be done and she would get through it and be able to leave and cry in peace in her own room, woefully bemoaning a fate she was not destined to see.
It was just this conversation and then she could beg away with a headache, and the Queen would understand enough to let her go.
Yet, as they spoke of the women he could have interest in she found herself glancing towards them, careful not to catch his eye but entirely curious in what his answers would be.
The Lady Sif, though generally kind to Sigyn if they met, was an almost laughable choice when thinking of Loki.
Amora would not have a man who was not shining and golden and named Thor, and the others were equally unsuitable.
She was torn between relieved that he found no women suitable for marriage and terribly sad that she was among those he scorned. There were so many emotions rushing through her that she had forgotten her sewing in her lap, instead interestedly watching the exchange.
It was very hard, indeed impossible for Loki to see how this was an 'honour' being bestowed upon him.
It was the loss of freedom, it was the imposition of someone in his life that he was certain he did not wish to be there.
Yes, he understood that his life as a Prince of Asgard came with duties and responsibilities and many of both. But it was all too easy for him to see Thor being allowed to escape those same duties and responsibilities time and again and to question why he was being forced into this cage.
If one were to hear his thoughts on his brother, one might easily believe that Loki hated Thor. Nothing could be further from the truth.
Except in one particular matter, he wished his brother nothing but good health and every blessing that accompanied it. Of course, now another looked set to divide them.
As he spoke the names of the woman Father had suggested, Loki could see the shock in Mother's eyes at the first one he named. And, indeed, Odin's wisdom had failed him in that.
If there were anything guaranteed to harden Loki's heart against marriage, it had been the choice of Sif as the first suggestion. He had too much control to shout at Odin, having seen just how that ended for Thor and loving his father too much, but it had not been a good first choice.
Amora had been better, but Loki had no wish to wed her either, albeit for different reasons. They were too much alike.
The Enchantress had been his childhood partner in much mischief and he valued her friendship and her advice. But he did not wish to make her his wife.
Besides, while they might be friends, in the matter of marriage, she had her eyes set on Thor. Mother of course had that irritating ability to see through his defences and shields.
He might be named Loki the Deceiver behind his back by Thor's 'friends', or Loki Lie-Smith, but he had rarely if ever been able to deceive his mother in any matter.
The tone she took, one that reminded him that she still cared for his well-being, aided her too, soothing his hurt and indignation.
Still, she did not seem to grasp the full extent of the situation in which he found himself. Restlessly, his eyes darted around the chamber, rarely resting on anything for long.
He remembered her. It had been a while since they had last spoken, the final sorcery lesson he had given her, but Loki still remembered her kindly, if not with affection.
But the 'dear' had slipped from his lips unintended, and he looked away quickly. My choices are There had been the discussion of Loki's choice and the All-Father had been adamant that his son choose a woman of his station, but she had thought she had worn down his position on the subject.
It would be preferred, but Frigga knew her son well enough to be able to guess his dislike of most of the women he was offered.
She had hoped for Amora to know his heart, her position and friendship with him both in high standing.
Skadi was another choice, though she was less fond of the option. The woman was strong, yes, but her independence was almost overpowering and Frigga found herself worrying for her quiet son in that situation.
There was no doubt he could hold his own, but she would prefer a more feminine touch to help bring him out of his own mind instead of drive him towards further exile.
She understood the choice as he saw it and that was why she was so adamantly on his side when it came to finding a bride he would be able to respect.
As he gestured through the room, she honestly found herself shocked he even mentioned Sigyn sitting quietly across from them.
She turned her head to follow his movement, caught sight of the shock that spread over the young woman's face at his words and then the quickness to hide the blush that spread through her pale cheeks by staring down at the sewing in her lap.
Frigga smiled softly, now interested in what her son had meant and intrigued by her handmaiden's reaction. Turning her gaze back to Loki but keeping Sigyn just at the edge of her vision, she let her small smile fall away for a moment.
Depictions of Fenrir have been identified on various objects and scholarly theories have been proposed regarding Fenrir's relation to other canine beings in Norse mythology.
Fenrir has been the subject of artistic depictions and he appears in literature. There will come from them all one of that number to be a moon-snatcher in troll 's skin.
High continues that, once the gods found that these three children were being brought up in the land of Jötunheimr , and when the gods "traced prophecies that from these siblings great mischief and disaster would arise for them" the gods expected a lot of trouble from the three children, partially due to the nature of the mother of the children, yet worse so due to the nature of their father.
High says that Odin sent the gods to gather the children and bring them to him. Upon their arrival, Odin threw Jörmungandr into "that deep sea that lies round all lands", and then threw Hel into Niflheim , and bestowed upon her authority over nine worlds.
The gods noticed that Fenrir was growing rapidly every day, and since all prophecies foretold that Fenrir was destined to cause them harm, the gods formed a plan.
The gods prepared three fetters : The first, greatly strong, was called Leyding. They brought Leyding to Fenrir and suggested that the wolf try his strength with it.
Fenrir judged that it was not beyond his strength, and so let the gods do what they wanted with it. At Fenrir's first kick the bind snapped, and Fenrir loosened himself from Leyding.
The gods made a second fetter, twice as strong, and named it Dromi. The gods asked Fenrir to try the new fetter, and that should he break this feat of engineering, Fenrir would achieve great fame for his strength.
Fenrir considered that the fetter was very strong, yet also that his strength had grown since he broke Leyding, yet that he would have to take some risks if he were to become famous.
Fenrir allowed them to place the fetter. High says that, as a result, to "loose from Leyding" or to "strike out of Dromi" have become sayings for when something is achieved with great effort.
The dwarves constructed Gleipnir from six mythical ingredients. After an exchange between Gangleri and High, High continues that the fetter was smooth and soft as a silken ribbon, yet strong and firm.
However, they said that Fenrir would be able to tear it, to which Fenrir replied:. Fenrir responded:. I am reluctant to have this band put on me. But rather than that you question my courage, let someone put his hand in my mouth as a pledge that this is done in good faith.
When Fenrir kicked, Gleipnir caught tightly, and the more Fenrir struggled, the stronger the band grew. When the gods knew that Fenrir was fully bound, they took a cord called Gelgja Old Norse "fetter"  hanging from Gleipnir , inserted the cord through a large stone slab called Gjöll Old Norse "scream" ,  and the gods fastened the stone slab deep into the ground.