Common Ground [tag: Sigyn]
OOC NOTE: Before Loki and Sigyn ever even considered getting married.
Loki was accustomed to cold and winter. Not just because winter seemed to encompass over half their year but because he often ventured into Jotunheim with Thor so the Thunderer could smash in some frost giant heads for little to no reason. Really, Thor was a touch unbalanced. So ice, snow and bitter cold didn't phase him. In fact, even as he tromped through the snow pack as silently as he could in heavy woolen trousers, tunic and thick leather boots his cloak was open, exposing him to the elements and wind. He wore no scarf, no hat, no gloves. Loki needed them not. He was a fire giant by birth and naturally comfortably warm in winter.
He was hunting. Experience taught the Trickster that the snow that was falling would soon turn into a storm with heavy, wet snow. A storm that would probably turn into a blizzard if the wind kept up as it was. Already visibility was starting to wane. Sane mortals would be in their homes, bundled up before a roaring fire and weathering the storm safely indoors, but not Loki.
Loki had ventured to Midgard on request from Odin. That was three weeks ago. It had taken time. Most of which was travel. He easily could have just appeared where he needed to go, but why do that when there was so much of the nine worlds to see by walking about? He had been heading back when the skies told him that this was one storm he was going to have to wait out. And it was getting darker out by the moment. Nightfall soon.
Thankfully, there was a cave nearby. Not an hour before Loki had found a bunch of bushes and set a sly trap. The snow was coming down heavier as he made his way back to it now, hoping to have caught a rabbit. As he neared it, he noted the tracks in the fresh snow. A rabbit had been near, but had he succeeded in tricking the little creature?
“Ah ha!” He exclaimed, seeing the struggling creature caught in his snare. In a matter of moments it was killed and strung up to be carried back to the cave. It was then that he heard a crunching in the snow. Loki feared no creature of the wild. He could easily take shape of any of them at a moment's notice. But these weren't animal steps. These were human steps.
Adjusting the pack slung over his shoulder and getting a better hold on the snare holding the now dead rabbit, Loki looked around through the falling snow. It took a minute for his eyes to focus as the flakes fell, but a dark form shifted through the trees. A slight frame. Either a child or a woman. “Hey,” He called out and waved. He saw what looked like blond hair hanging down. Must have been a woman. “Hey Miss!” What was she doing out here?