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Sigyn, Gudinna Trogen (sigyn) wrote in history_dot_com,
@ 2012-04-19 20:25:00

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~loki, ~sigyn

Artistic Endeavors [a long, long time ago] (tag: Loki)
Sigyn let out a low grunt, then lifted her hand to brush back the hair that was damply clinging to her forehead. A bead of sweat rolled down the back of her neck, then slid south to tickle its way down her spine. The linen of her underdress was itchy and sticky because of the moisture radiating off her body, and she stopped for a moment to lose another layer. She unfastened the brooches on the straps of her woolen hangerock and quickly pulled the overdress over her head. She had no fears about mussing her head covering, as she'd shed that very early on in her efforts. The overdress was dumped onto the cloak, along with the headkercheif, in a pile that was off to the side.

If anybody came along at that point, Sigyn would be woefully underdressed, wearing nothing more than her ankle-length shift, but she was growing far too warm in the early afternoon sun to wear the rest of her normal clothing. She refastened a belt at her waist, mostly to keep the fabric out of her way as she bent forward, and she rolled up the sleeves another two turns. What she was doing was very physical, and she was happy she'd taken the time to not only braid her hair extra tight, but to wind it about her head to keep it from swinging freely.

As she'd stopped for a moment, Sigyn took the opportunity to check on her quark. It would have been better if she hadn't had to move it, because once the curdling started in the milk, disturbing it could break up the curds that were forming. But quark was better for what she was doing than plain milk, and she obviously could not do this anywhere near Asgard. She'd never hear the end of it, because this was so beyond unladylike there would be no coming back from it.

Perhaps, she reflected, this was why all the other maidens and handmaidens stuck to the sorts of crafts that Frigg deemed women's work. Carding and combing and dying and spinning and sewing wool. Which seemed an awful lot like sheep-tending after the fact to Sigyn. Not to mention, she had no skill at all with anything that resembled string. Whether it was yarn or thread, there were always knots that she was at a loss to explain where they came from. She much preferred her artistic hobby, even though it took some effort to accomplish.

Speaking of which, she'd better get back to preparing. The quark was currently draining in the cheesecloth and she would rinse it off in a moment before adding it to the rest of her ingredients. The various she'd found earlier in the week had already been made ready as well. Sigyn knew that if she told anyone what they would produce, they'd be surprised, but experimenting had proven to her what a lovely blue the steel grey ilmenite could be, how limonite produced a golden yellow, and the raspberry beryl gave her a soft pink. All she had left to do was to smash the limestone and grind it down to a powder as fine as she had with the minerals. Once she had the lime, she could mix it first with water, then the quark and pigment would go in, and finally, she would have paint.

It was a lot of work, but it was worth it. She picked up the hammer again, setting the next piece of limestone on the large granite stone she'd found. Sigyn had used it enough that there was a bowl-shaped indentation, like a giant mortar. Which was fairly accurate as she would soon used the end of the hammer as a pestle for the roughest grind. But first, it had to be broken up.

She swung the hammer down with a harsh grunt, then raised her arms to do it again. Yeah. This was so not ladylike. Sigyn grinned and set to work.

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laufeyson
2012-04-23 12:18 am UTC (link)

There were days when Loki would wonder what kept him in Asgard. With the exception of Odin and Thor and maybe Hoenir, no one else every really made him feel openly welcome. Some of the goddesses were more than willing to let him secretly warm their beds, but when push came to shove, they never sided with him. It was always: Loki do this, Loki do that, Loki we have to save Freyja or get Thor's hammer back or get Idun back.... or any other endless list of things they demanded of him to do. Always conveniently forgetting that without him would Odin have his spear? Would Thor have his hammer?

No.

Really, he was just a scapegoat for their troubles. Never mind that he sometimes was the cause of their troubles. Maybe if he wasn't so damn bored all the time he'd be doing more productive things. But unless Thor felt like he wanted to go on a journey to slay some jotuns, or Odin and Hoenir wanted to travel and experience the nine worlds, Loki was left to make his own entertainment.

This was how he frequently found himself in the beds of women... sometimes even married women. When all his charm and dedication could be used to woo, there was little chance of being turned down. Well, that and he just loved women in general. Had a low resistance around a pretty face and it was by sheer will power alone that he had not been talked into matrimony with one of said pretty faces. Not for the lack of trying on the part of some of Asgard's more eligible females. That was a road he had been down twice, both times ending badly, and would not go down again.

He had been entertaining the charms of a daughter of a mortal farmer, one whose mother was relatively easy on the eyes as well and had Odin been around that day they could have both have taken one or the other and had a grand time of it, when the farmer came in and caught the Trickster mid-coitus with his daughter. There had been a great deal of shouting, a quick doing up of his trousers on Loki's part, the wanton daughter tossing him back his tunic, boots and cloak before making a break for it. Once far enough away he paused only to tug on his tunic, belt and boots and left the cloak draped over his arm and he chuckled to himself.

Far out of town, he heard the sounds of a female grunting and of metal striking rock. It took him a bit to find the source of the sound and even then, he timed his steps with the sounds of the metal on rock. Finding the source, he stood back and watched with mild amusement. A woman. A woman only in her shift, was breaking apart rock for some reason.

Loki looked around her for some notion of what she was doing. It certainly wasn't woman's work, whatever it was. Then he felt it. That small bit of electricity on the air that told him that this was no mere woman. This, this was a goddess and probably one of Frigg's many handmaidens. He watched her for quite a long span of time before feeling bold enough to say, “you know, you could ask Thor for pointers on your technique. But I think if you got anything out of him other than “put your back into it” you'd be lucky. Though, there has to be a more efficient way of doing... whatever you're doing." Then he smiled, since he was genuinely amused and folded his arms together in front of him.

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sigyn
2012-04-23 07:21 pm UTC (link)

Sigyn jerked upright at the first sound of a male voice, shocked that somebody had arrived without her hearing their approach. If she'd known someone was there, she would have put on her overdress and headkerchief. As it was, she was practically undressed in front of a total stranger. But she didn't reach for her things, or attempt to cover herself. It seemed like the best option would be to brazen through and casually reach for her cloak in a moment or two, as though she was doing nothing at all wrong.

Because she wasn't. She had every right to think that she'd been alone, and that she had some reasonable expectation of privacy. If anything, he was in the wrong for sneaking up on her without making any noise. Sigyn was sure she would have heard him if he hadn't been deliberately trying to be unobtrusive. And only rude people did that.

Rude gods, she corrected, as she took in the shimmer in the air between them. Which would explain his comments about Thor much better than assuming he was a very impertinent mortal that didn't care if he blasphemed. Though he looked like the sort that would be given to blaspheming anyway. Probably every chance he got.

Sigyn drew herself up straight and looked him square in the face, holding the small hammer at her side. “This is the way to do whatever I'm doing. Though I must admit, Mjölnir would make the task go much faster. But I would worry that as efficient as Thor's hammer is it might cause sparks, and that would be a problem, since some of the rocks I have to break can be a bit combustible, especially after I powder them. I don't want fire.”