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Sigyn was strolling through the lush palace gardens, breathing deeply in the heady perfume of the myriad of flowers surrounding her. She was smiling softly, humming the music she'd heard last night, as she relieved her dance with the handsome Lord Theoric. Last night had been the first night of Vårensankomst, one of her favorite celebrations of the Asgardian year... well it was once boring ritual of giving thanks to the gods was over with. (Personally Sigyn found the whole thing a little silly since Asgard was called the Home of the gods)
Every previous year they'd come to the city to celebrate, Sigyn had enjoyed the many nights of feasting as it meant she got to eat as many sweets as she pleased, and she could play with her friends until the first rays of the sun graced the morning skies. She was set to do the very same this this year even when she was getting to old for such things when by happenstance, she looked across the grand hall.
Theoric had been standing there, conversing with his comrade in arms when by happenstance he had turned his head in her direction. Their met, and suddenly, Sigyn could hardly breathe! He was the most handsome man she'd ever laid eyes on.
One of her friends, Thalia, she thinks it was was tugging on her arm for her to follow their group. Sigyn ignored her, and Thalia gave up, running off with their friends.
As she watched, Lord Theoric had excused himself from his conversation, and had started walking towards her. Sigyn had wanted to either heave forth up all of her dinner, or flee, but she did neither as he at last arrived.
He'd given a courtly bow, extended his hand, and asked, "May I have the pleasure of this dance, my Lady?"
Sigyn blushed as she bobbed a curtsy in return, and took his hand, "You may, my Lord."
With that, he has led her onto the dance floor, and had done his best to lead her in the dance the musicians were playing. Sigyn cursed herself for not paying more attention to learning how to dance proper Asgardian dances instead of the ones she'd learned on Midgard, Still he had smiled and had looked at her as if she were the most beautiful goddess in the Nine Realms.
"Your smile is betraying your thoughts, daughter mine," came the voice of her father as he appeared out of the shadows of the trees.
Sigyn jumped back, startled out of her reverie, she pressed a heart over her racing heart, "Must you always do that, Father? Hide in the shadows like that?" Although her words were scolding, there was no heat behind them. She noted a knowing smile had crept upon her father's face, and with a sigh, she waited for the questioning to come.
"I cannot help but notice that you seem rather... quixotic today, my little snowflake. Perhaps it may have something to do with a certain Lord Theoric I saw you dancing with for most of the evening last night? Is he the one responsible for the dreamy glow about you this morning?"
Sigyn felt her cheeks flush in spite of herself, "And what if he is, Father? I found Lord Theoric to be charming and courteous."
"Is it those qualities that inspire this starry-eyed look for you, snowflake, or is there another reason?"
"Perhaps I also find him pleasing to gaze upon as well."
Chuckling, Loki wrapped one arm around his daughter, and hugged her. For all the talented she'd shown in the art of magic, his daughter was not as skilled at hiding things that had to do with the affairs of the heart.
"Fair warning, my snowflake, that along with your fancy of this young lord comes my scrutiny of him. I will be keeping a close watch on him for as long as he has my daughter's favor."
Sigyn rolled her eyes as she'd seen her Pop Pop do many times, and said, "Of course you will, Father. Although I think I am wise enough to handle my suitors alone." Before he could say another word, Sigyn conjured a butterfly that danced around his face as she then danced her way further into the gardens.
As he watched her dance away, Loki felt concern, and he muttered, "Ah, my dear little snowflake, you're so headstrong and perhaps too confident like your father. Please, my dear, do not be like me when it comes to the matters of the heart."
A voice suddenly and rudely interrupted his thoughts, "Loki, brother dear, what mischief are you stirring up on this fine day?"
Loki turned to look at his brother as Thor walked towards him, laughing heartily. "Ah, Thor, always quick to be suspicious of what I am doing!" He said this in half jest and half accusation, "I was merely taking in the beauty of the garden, brother. Though I cannot delay here forever as I have a task that needs my attention."
Thor raised an eyebrow, his smile vanishing ~~expression turning serious.~~, "A task? Is something amiss?"
Loki dismissed him with the wave of a hand, "Nothing that would concern you, brother mine. I must merely stand guard for one in matters of the heart."
"Sigyn is enchanted with Lord Theoric then," Thor inquired.
"She is," Loki sighed.
"Ah, young love. It is both a grand and vexing thing, is it not?"
Loki's smile faltered as he looked one more time in the direction Sigyn had gone, "Indeed, Thor. It is indeed." With that he vanished before his brother's eyes, leaving Thor to ponder the mysteries of love and the mischief make he called his brother.
