Sigyn, Gudinna Trogen (sigyn) wrote in history_dot_com, @ 2013-09-30 21:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~loki, ~sigyn |
Look Homeward, Angel [long ago] (tag: Loki)
Very shortly after this.
It was a quiet morning. Holda had decided to show off a bit for her guest, so there was a thick blanket of snow layered over everything, bending the boughs of the pines surrounding her home, muffling all the noises of the forest. Sigyn loved mornings like this, when there was nothing but cold air and wood smoke on the chill breeze. Her hands were wrapped around a mug that was heated by the contents within: hot, mulled cider from Holda's cellar.
There was something about being home, or at least the only place that had ever felt like home, that made her chest tight with nostalgia. Sigyn had loved it here. And had been loved here. Leaving had been Holda's idea, not hers, but her foster-mother was right. There were more opportunities for her in Asgard, a better chance to discover her own skills and make her own life. But it would be a lie for Sigyn to say that she never though of coming back home. She did. Often, very often.
This was the first time she'd been back since Holda had taken her to Odin. And she had Loki to thank for giving her the excuse. Loki. Sigyn sighed, trying to hard not to quantify all the confusing emotions that roiled up inside her at the mere thought of his name. The hug had been a mistake. She'd been doing just find disliking him in general until that hug.
No, that wasn't true. She'd been waffling on that irritation for some time. Then he'd do something to remind her that he was an ass, and she'd be fine again. Until he rescued her. And she rescued him right back. And then she'd hugged him.
Sigyn hadn't done it again since, especially not since arriving at her mother's. But she wanted to. There had been a couple of times she'd almost slipped and embraced him, only to catch herself at the last minute. And she really, really needed to get that under control. Right now. Sooner than right now. Because he was Loki, and she knew what he was like.
Except she did know what he was like. And the stories about him and the reality of him didn't exactly line up. Still though, stories started somewhere, so it would be best to just back away from whatever this was with goodly haste. And if she told herself that a few hundred more times, she was going to be able to do that. What was she going to do? It wasn't like she could kick him out. It was her mother's home, not hers. And he wasn't completely healed yet. But she had to stay away from him, that much was plain. It was why she was out here, under the overhanging eaves, and not inside by the fire. No, this was safer. Definitely safer.
Sigyn sighed again, watching her breath hang like a cloud in the cold, still air.