Brisingamen

[lokasenna]

Loki had never gotten along very well with Heimdall. He always felt that the gatekeeper was too smug, looked at him as a lesser creature - it irritated him. Maybe he wasn't the heir, but he was still a prince, and he was still Heimdall's better. For it to be Heimdall who finally dragged him back to his father and to return Brisingamen; his pride ached as much as his body.

He was still seething about it, even as he was confined to his rooms - partially on his father's command, partially because he wasn't in the best of shape after facing Heimdall's 'justice'. One knee twinged when he put weight on it, one shoulder was an ugly shade of purple, and he suspected there was a cracked rib, somewhere, judging by the way his body complained when he moved the wrong way.

Loki was stretched out on a sofa, trying to move as little as possible. He was still in a terrible mood, and to top it off, he was fairly certain he had managed to make Sigyn angry with him - little surprise, since it was her mother's jewelry, after all. She wasn't usually cross with him, but he never quite knew what to do when she was - arguments with Angrboda had always been loud and explosive, shouting and throwing things and raging at one another, never quiet and seething. He knew how to handle that; he didn't know how to take Sigyn's quiet anger.

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[burdenof]

It began with the silent treatment.

That had to be an old standby for fighting couples in every realm, Sigyn supposed, initially staying as far away from their rooms as possible. But even as she lingered in the gardens, her eyes were fixed on their window overlooking the property. A servant reminded her that her husband had returned and she responded with a flick of her wrist to send him away.

"Later," she mumbled. "Thank you."

The least Loki could do was wait for her to return to their chambers. She would not soothe him in this hour, not today.

A long while passed before Sigyn appeared in their doorway and she swept past him without a word in greeting.

[lokasenna]

Of course it began with silence - even with Angrboda it had been silence, although it came with slamming everything around. Sigyn was never as openly angry as Angrboda had been, but a lack of greeting was a very pointed, very obvious sign of her anger. He followed her path across the room, tracking her with his eyes.

As soon as it was clear that she wasn't speaking to him, he sighed and flopped his arm over his eyes to block out the light. Briefly, he entertained the idea of hiding out in Thor's rooms for a while - his brother would never turn him out; maybe he could wait out her anger. No, that wasn't actually a good idea - better to just get it out of the way.

He pushed himself up, wincing at the ache in his side and through his shoulder. Quietly, he made his way to their rooms, mindful of the slight limp he had for the moment. Maybe he wouldn't actually hide in Thor's rooms, but it didn't mean he couldn't pretend otherwise - Loki would antagonize her a little, if it meant pushing past the silence to the actual argument. "My dear," he started, heading for his closet to pretend to gather some clothes, "Could you pass me my book?" Well, maybe that wasn't his most well-thought-out plan - his book could hurt, if she threw it.

[burdenof]

On any other day, in any other conflict, she would find reason in his actions, but this - this was beyond anything for which she'd apologize. Her own mother, of all people. Surely, that had been a conscious part of his decision to toy with her in such a way, as if she was someone lower than him.

Facing with window, she hears the struggle in his pace, even as he walks across the room. With a snap of her fingers, the book appeared before him - if he wasn't fast enough, the tome would fall on his feet, but she did not rely on such a thing. He was always fast, faster than she would ever be.

[lokasenna]

Automatically, Loki snatched the book before it could fall - a lifetime of love for books, and never knowing when things would fly at him courtesy of Thor and his friends (never on purpose, of course...), it meant that Loki had learned to catch unexpected items at a very young age and with very little thought. Unfortunately, he always tried to catch with his right arm, his dominant arm - the same one that had been battered in his scuffle with Heimdall. He winced, but said nothing about it.

"Thank you, my love," he answered softly, turning away to stack the book with the rest of the growing pile of his things on the bed.

[burdenof]

She nodded but said nothing.

Rather than lingering, she stole away to the study, looking for her own books, books on incantations. Today she didn't want his help in her own education on the art of magic. Her own magic was made for goodness, for those who were most deserving of help. It was never for trickery. Closing the door behind her, Sigyn leaned against the heavy wood and took a deep breath. This stillness, with the anger boiling under her skin, had shaken her and she clasped her her hands tightly to keep them from trembling.

[lokasenna]

Well. That certainly didn't work as he'd planned. He huffed and waved away the gathered things, using a bit of his magic to send them right back to their rightful places - he hadn't actually intended on doing anything but gathering them, it was just an elaborate bluff. Cursing softly to himself, he followed her out the door, then paused to wonder where she'd gone.

[burdenof]

Steel yourself. Steel yourself. Do not let him see you explode.

It was not her nature. It felt unnatural for her to feel such anger towards anyone, especially her own husband. She would not seek revenger in honor of her her mother's name. She would not hurt him, though she supposed she could. What if he let her?

She sank against the door, the metal of her belt scraping against the heavy wood.

[lokasenna]

Loki stood in the hallway, eyeing each of the doors to the various rooms of their suites, trying to guess where exactly she'd gone. He hadn't heard the doors to their suite, so it seemed as though she hadn't left - small mercies, he supposed, since he certainly didn't feel capable of wandering the entire palace in his search.

One by one he tried each door, slowly making his way down the hall. When he finally made it as far as the study door and it didn't move, he stopped. He froze for a moment - what was he supposed to say? Apologizing wasn't something he did well, at least not sincerely - and he didn't like lying to Sigyn, not really. It was easier to fight and move on than to give an honest apology.