Horsing Around (tag: Zeus)
Over the years, Sigyn had developed a sense for knowing when her husband was up to something. But it had been some time since she'd had to employ that skill, she was a bit rusty. So when she finally caught on that Loki was planning and being sneaky about it, her first reaction was to panic. After all, they were in a rather precarious peace, and rocking the boat could damage the calm to the point that certain one-eyed lechers might feel it prudent to let certain other hammer bashing idiots do things that would completely ruin Sigyn's life. Again.
But after taking a few deep breaths, and analyzing her husband's actions, she came to the conclusion that he was probably going to do something stupid on a smaller scale. Like get drunk and buy a giant taxidermed moose head to hang on the wall in his man cave. Or get drunk and decide a bonfire would really benefit from the addition of fireworks thrown in the middle because the randomness of how they went off would be fun. Or get drunk and give into the cute bartender that was hitting on him because it had been a while since he'd had a redhead.
After the sharp, slicing pain to her heart caused by that last thought, Sigyn decided to stop speculation which direction his foolishness might take him this time. She felt she had two options in dealing with the situation: she could hide all the alcohol in the state of Minnesota, or she could trust her husband not to do anything that would jeopardize their marriage or their new life. Sigyn attempted the latter, but concern still ate away at the edges of her brain, reminding her of Loki's history.
She needed a distraction.
And she found one. Though it was somewhat unexpected: there was a horse show in St. Paul. Though she wasn't much of a rider herself, and she didn't bring it up often given Loki's past, she did think they were lovely creatures and a day of watching them was far better than a day of fretting. So she paid the admission and entered, not really certain what to expect.
There were overwhelming amounts of horse related gear. Everything from the expected tack to cowboy hats and vitamins for the animals. Some booths had English style saddles and people that practiced looking down their noses. Some had new feeders so the horses wouldn't have to stretch their necks so far. And there was one that was selling buggies with ornate, hand made decorations. She spent a bit of time looking through the photo album of past projects at that booth.
But when she found the arena, that's when her attention was truly caught. Sigyn sat in the stands and watched the various exhibitions. She very much liked the looks of the draft horses, especially the Percherons, though they weren't very speedy. Though they weren't graceful and elegant, there was something sort of dignified about them. When the next breed was announced, she leaned forward in her seat. She was eager to see what a “Norwegian Fjord Horse” looked like. Was it anything like the horses she remembered, or was it what the mortals thought a Viking horse should look like?