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.