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]

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.