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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Jun 17, 2012 14:48:12 GMT -7
Strains of light music filtered through lively conversations all around him, and everywhere he looked there was color. Festive decorations covered the walls, and the elaborate gowns of many of the women added to the effect. There was food, too, of course, typical of such a celebration. The scent of it was faint on the air from where he was standing, but it was there, noticeable enough to distract many of the guests around him.
Had Loki not been forced to attend, he would have spent this time doing something far more constructive. It was not that he disliked parties - there was a time and purpose for them. This evening, though, the pace of the ball felt absolutely abysmal. Part of it was the idea that he had not shown up by choice, but by coercion. Part of it was simply the fact that he was not in a good mood. And part of it had to do with his brother, Thor, who, as usual, captured the attention of everyone around them.
As his brother talked and joked with friends and new acquaintances alike, Loki stood back a bit, observing. The young godlings were being debuted, so to speak, as they had come of an appropriate age to marry. Their father had seen to it that the most powerful and influential members of their society had been invited. Not just any woman would do for his sons, the princes of Asgard.
However, the whole scene made Loki feel less a prince and more a keepsake, some item to be shown off. He could be pleasant and diplomatic, to be sure. He could hold an interesting conversation, could even be entertaining. He just did not feel like doing so now. There was no pressing necessity for it, and his brother seemed to be entertaining enough for the both of them in any case.
He watched the proceedings with fading interest. So far, no one had held his attention, not truly. Whenever someone approached him, he spoke with them for as long as they wanted, but it seemed the topics were always the same, how proud of him they were, or how glad they were to meet him, or how handsome he had become. Loki did not necessarily feel handsome. His contrasting features and slender build made him an anomaly in Asgard, where everyone seemed to be tan and muscular.
Dressed in his customary green and black, he let himself fade into the background for a while as there was finally no line of people waiting to greet him. From his corner, he could see just about everyone in the room. After a while, his eyes fell on a young woman, raven-haired and fair of skin. There was something about her that struck him as particularly beautiful.
He watched her for a while, vaguely aware that he was staring. The feeling of disinterest left him temporarily, as he tried to guess what was happening around her, lost in thought until the sound of a voice very near his ear almost made him jump.
Turning his head slightly, he noticed the attendant who was offering him a glass of wine. Accepting it without a word, he lifted the drink to his lips, watching the girl over the rim of the glass.
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Post by Sigyn Laufeyson on Jun 17, 2012 14:59:44 GMT -7
Sigyn disliked parties. All of them. She could not recollect an event held at court, that had found her fancy. If she had a say in this, she'd never ever attend any party ever again. However, this was the exact opposite of her mother's opinion. As far as she was concerned, Sigyn had to show up and represent her family. Put a smile on, look decent and be polite. She was 'supposed' to be that way.
Tonight would probably be even worse. It was not just a regular event. The princes would be there. More than once had her mother visited her in her chambers lately, talking about marriage and 'coming of age'. Sigyn was in no mood to get married. As far as she assumed, getting married meant kissing someone's ass. Someone of good ancestry. Like every mother in Asgard probably did, her mother wanted her to get Thor's attention. She had mentioned it subtly and not-so subtly, before. She'd leave swooning over the blonde god to her girlfriends. They fangirled enough for every generation of unmated females that Asgard would ever have. Ever.
Reluctantly, she had dressed in a pale blue gown, matching gold and blue jewellery and a headband. She would have loved to take her green, hooded cape, just so she could hide in it. But that was not a proper attire for a ball in the house of Odin.
Attending this ball was as much as her mother would get out of her. She would not put on a smile if she didn't feel like it. She wouldn't dance and she sure as hell would not drop countless curtsies in front of Thor, batting her lashes. Well, Gudrun was already doing a great job with it. Sigyn was watching her friend from the corner of her eyes. Even Thor looked particularly uncomfortable as the red head was simply not stopping to talk.
Inwardly, Sigyn sighed. She had basically been glued to her chair. She had lost count of how many glasses of wine she had had thus far. To hell with being a lady and not getting drunk. Regardless of her best efforts, she looked positively out of place and bored. Her mother was shooting daggers at her with her eyes, which Sigyn just happily ignored.
And then, she noticed it. Loki, Prince of Asgard, who was sitting across the room, staring at her. Staring. He did not even have the decency to hide it, so it seemed. Yes, if she considered it, she'd realize how out of place he looked. Like her. But her mind was dazed from the wine, she was angry about her mother's antics and general character and absolutely despised this ball, which was essentially nothing more than a meat market.
She held his gaze, fiercly, did not even blink. If he thought he could just stare at anyone as he pleased, because he was Loki of fucking Asgard, he was sadly mistaken.
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Jun 17, 2012 15:46:13 GMT -7
To one side of him, Thor was being an entertainer, easily the life of the party. To the other side, Odin was holding some sort of conversation, likely political in nature. Sitting there with his glass of wine, Loki remained alone for the moment, having done all his required greetings and such for the time being.
He was watching the dark-haired figure dressed in blue, across the room. Though he knew staring was rude, he did not attempt to hide his interest. Why should he? He did as he pleased, and feared no one. Besides, he was curious to see her reaction, if she ever noticed him.
She seemed as bored by the party as he felt. The guests who seemed to make up her group were more conversational, One of them, the one with fiery red hair, had approached his brother and was chatting him up. The sight had raised a chuckle from Loki's lips as he took another sip of wine. It took quite a bit to make even Thor uncomfortable.
As he studied the raven-haired beauty, she looked in his direction and caught his stare. They looked at each other for a while, one seemingly annoyed, the other quite amused. Most women would have averted their stares, thinking it rude to glare at a son of Odin in such an impudent manner.
It was, indeed, very rude. However, Loki took little offense. Rather, he found it quite gutsy of her, to have the nerve to return his stare. Either she was no fan of his, or she was just always this impulsive, he thought. Well, it would not do for them to hold such a contest of wills across a room full of guests. He would have to remedy that.
He broke eye contact for a moment, but it was only to gesture to two attendants and utter some words that only they could hear. When he turned back to look at her, the bland stare was replaced by a smug smirk, and he tapped his fingers on the rim of the glass as the attendants walked away. He was still watching her as the attendants rounded the room and stopped on each side of her.
Each attendant gave her a slight, polite bow before one spoke, looking a bit flushed. "Forgive our intrusion, miss. Prince Loki demands your presence at his table."
Across the room, just as the words were spoken, Loki pulled out the chair next to him and tapped it, the dark smirk still curling his lips. He would have his way, for no one would refuse him. He was Loki, after all. Who would dare cross the trickster god, the son of Odin?
Patiently he waited, his eyes still on her no matter her choice, choosing his words to her in his head as he watched her expectantly.
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Post by Sigyn Laufeyson on Jun 17, 2012 15:59:46 GMT -7
If she did what she wanted to do, she'd get up, march to his table, tell him that it was rude to stare in an equally rude manner and finally leave this party. She didn't. Sigyn dealt with those kind of emotions on her inside, where she made up various scenarios about conveying this message to the prince and her mother alike. However, she could not just approach Odin's table and talk down to his son. She damn well would love to do that.
If she were sober, she would probably think twice about this staring contest as well. She knew she was not looking decent. She wasn't even looking particularly friendly. She was just staring at him, hoping he'd understand. But what was there to understand? By now, she was just too guilty of staring herself. At least, Loki seemed to be ignoring what was happening around him. Unlike Thor, he did not put himself into the limelight. But he had never done that, as far as Sigyn could tell from the few public events she had attended.
When their gazes broke for just a moment, she blinked and caught her breath. What was she doing? Walking on the edge of being called out on her outrageous behaviour towards a man of a higher standing than hers. If her mother was pissed, Sigyn would chuckle herself to sleep. However, the outcome might not be so pleasant should Loki himself decide that Sigyn had to be reprimanded.
Oh well.
Somehow, when their gazes met again and he smirked that cockily, she already had an inkling what was going on. She could see the attendants he had talked to close in on her. Underneath the table and in her lap, Sigyn made a fist. Oh no, please no, she thought. She could get up and leave, before his messengers would arrive. But she did not have enough time. And then, they were already informing her about the demands she was supposed to fulfil. There it was again, the person she was supposed to be. However, even Sigyn was reckless enough to ignore Loki's wish. She'd sit down and be a good girl and bore him to death, leaving early. The only thing that put a gleeful smile on her face was her mother. Her mother would not like this. Her mother had other plans. Another prince she wanted to match her daughter with. So if Loki made a great tool to irritate her mother, it was fair enough. Freia's own stupid pride and morals were coming around to make her fall. She demanded Sigyn to talk to - and hopefully marry - a man of worth with a big name? Fine!
Sigyn nodded and got up. "Of course. Thank you," she said. She held her skirt as she was walking around the table towards the chair Loki had pulled out for her. Having arrived, she inclined her head and bend her knees slightly. It was not a real curtsy, but it did look graceful. "My lord," Sigyn greeted him as it was expected of her. She remained standing upright for the time being, until Loki'd tell her to sit down. Yes, Sigyn was walking down the primrose path smoothly.
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Jun 17, 2012 20:25:41 GMT -7
The attendants escorted the young woman to the table, then scurried away. leaving her alone with Loki. That was the way he preferred it. Without his parents looking over his shoulder, he could speak and do as he wished without fear of repercussions. Had they been paying attention, he might have done what he wanted anyway, but then he would never have heard the end of it, and that would be just a waste of his time.
As she stood before him, he rose to his feet, not wishing to offend her family's status by remaining seated. Whatever he did here, he would be careful not to create a political incident. And, in truth, he had no intention of insulting her personally, either. He was simply satisfying his curiosity, and having a bit of fun.
She gave him the shadow of a curtsy, and he gave her a nod. She was more beautiful than he had realized from a distance, especially now that she seemed to be scowling less. In the moments that passed during their silent greeting, he sized her up and observed the change in her demeanor. Had she decided to be nice now that she was fully in his presence? That would be almost a shame, for their game to have ended so simply.
Yet there was a hint of something else, something in the way she regarded him. She was not as pleased to be there as she pretended to be. That was a shame, as he was sure he would enjoy her company, though it might end up being at her expense. Again he tapped the chair; it was already pulled out far enough for her to sit easily.
"I hope this evening finds you well, fair maiden," he told her, as polite and charming as ever. "Please, have a seat."
Once she sat down, if she chose to, he pushed in the chair gently and then took his own seat. This placed them side by side, with less than an arm's length of space between them. He gave her a smile, but the smile still had a hint of smirk to it. He was incredibly amused by the situation, and his own amusement was what mattered most.
"It appears you have me at a disadvantage," he continued. "I am certain you are aware of my identity, but I am afraid I do not know your name." She came from a distinguished family, that was for sure, but which one, he could only guess. Strange, since a woman of her beauty, and so similar in appearance to he, should have been brought to his attention long before.
"May I send my servants to retrieve anything for you, my lady? A drink, perhaps?" This was a bit of a tease, as he could tell now that she was so close to him that she had already had quite a bit of wine. As for himself, he had only had two glasses before this one, partly because he had been too busy getting introduced to every lady in Asgard and their mothers - literally! - to partake of the drink as well as he would have liked. A bit more wine might have made the event more enjoyable, at least the part up until he had spotted the girl.
"How are you enjoying the ball?" he asked her, genuinely interested in her answer, but not for the right reasons.It was merely another part of his game, a gauging of her reaction. He was the master of lies; he would be able to tell if she lied to him.
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Post by Sigyn Laufeyson on Jun 18, 2012 0:11:35 GMT -7
Whatever would happen now, it'd be nothing but a balancing act to Sigyn. From the corner of her eye, she saw her mother stare at them. The expression was priceless, Sigyn knew that, even if she wasn't looking her mother right into the eyes. Of course, Freia still kept her polite expression on her features, the one being reserved for court. However, as her daughter, Sigyn was aware of the turmoil that lingered underneath. Her daughter was rooting for the wrong prince. Well, her mother had wanted her to meet someone with a good name of worth, hadn't she? Sigyn smirked upon thinking about this. She wondered whether Freia would put up a discussion later, thus revealing her true thoughts.
Either way, it seemed like she was stuck with Loki now. As she sat down, she was holding his gaze with as little fear as she had before, from across the room. Sigyn was only glad it was him, not Thor. She didn't like being presented like this anyway, much less being presented to someone as full of himself as the god of thunder. Granted, the prince and Odin's oldest son might be very sweet and entertaining, always offering a story of great battles, but it was just too much show for Sigyn's liking. "By all means, it surely does, my lord," she lied. Now, no one was as good a liar as the god of mischief was. However, if Sigyn put effort into her lies, they might have convinced him. Might. She wasn't. The lady was just making sure what she said and did could not be held against her. Even if she clearly did not mean what she was saying.
"Pardon me, Prince Loki. I'm Sigyn, daughter of Iwaldi and Freia. My mother is right over there," Sigyn explained, nodding towards her mother, who wasn't staring anymore, but having an eye on the situation. Freia nodded as they looked at her.
Then, as she heard his question, her gaze was on him again. Loki surely was an attractive man, Sigyn thought. He was tall, his features where chiseled finely. High cheekbones, fair, smooth skin and hair as black as the night. He was the opposite of Thor, which delighted her. But Sigyn was not someone - unlike Gudrun - that fell for looks. "I would fancy a glass of wine, if it is not too much of a hassle. Thank you," she said. Her voice sounded as soft as it would be. She did not have the clear, angelic voice Gudrun had. It was always husky.
The servants acted like they were reading Loki's lips. Barely a moment after Sigyn had ordered her wine, it was delivered to her. She put her fingers on the glass. It was Loki's call to drink first and raise his glass. Keep your manners and no one can harm you, Sigyn thought.
She just was not the kind of lady a prince would fancy, or so she hoped. She was not cute and funny and adorable. She was not someone you could show off, a mother to your children, waiting dutifully at home for her warrior to return. Loki'd realize that. It was this night, irritating her mother, getting it over with.
A chuckle escaped her lips, that could not have sounded more ironic. Sigyn had wanted to try and let it sound less rude, but she simply failed. Their gazes locked. "Asgard's most cherished warriors assembling, honoring their people - and women - with their company. What is not to love?" Another lie. She managed to cover it better than before, but it felt like her mouth was on autopilot. It was the wine, the struggles with her mother. Sigyn was venting on Loki and she knew she shouldn't. "How do you rejoice in this lovely evening?", she quickly added, "after all, this ball seems to be serving a greater purpose." Her words were ambiguous on purpose. If she was lucky, Loki had summoned her to sound her out about one of her friends. But then again, the prince did not strike her as someone being interested in a chatterbox like Gudrun.
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Jun 18, 2012 19:22:48 GMT -7
Very little slipped past Loki's notice, especially in terms of how others behaved. He prided himself on being able to see everything, every subtle gesture. The smallest of details were often the most telling. The way words were spoken, or the look on the face, or even the placement of the hands. Everything told of a person's true thoughts and intentions, except, of course, the words that were actually spoken.
In this case, Loki could tell that the evening did not actually find his new acquaintance well. He was not sure what it was that bothered her; she did an excellent job of keeping her troubles to herself. This, of course, made him curious, but he knew better than to simply ask what the problem was. It would be rude, even for him, and she would probably not give him a straight answer. So, instead, he simply smiled and bowed his head in response.
At his prompt, she introduced herself, and Loki gave a slow, respectful nod. He had certainly heard the names of her parents before, and it surprised him that he had not also known of their offspring. Then again, he found it difficult to keep up with the names of everyone at court. The inner circle of a king and his family was always a large one.
"Sigyn. A beautiful name." He gave her a genuine smile for the briefest of moments before turning to look in the direction she had indicated. Freia was indeed there, and he could tell she was watching. Giving the mother a slight nod, he turned back to Sigyn. Fortunately, his servants proved intelligent, and presented the young lady with her requested glass of wine quickly. They also refreshed Loki's glass, perhaps in anticipation of his next action.
As expected, he raised his glass. Somehow, he knew there was significance in this moment. "To new acquaintances," he said, tapping his glass against hers before taking a long sip.
He had asked her what she thought of the ball. It was in the moment that she chuckled, and then when their eyes met, that he knew this was no ordinary lady of the court, and that he would have her. It was her beauty, of course, and something else, something powerful yet a touch tragic. Something that reminded him a little of himself.
Her words about the ball were spot-on. Loki was impressed that she held no misconceptions about the meaning of this event, and that she was not afraid to speak truthfully, even if her words were slightly shaded. He laughed, not at her, but in appreciation. He had not expected to actually find himself genuinely interested in someone this evening.
Again he studied her, as she went on to return the question of how he fared this evening. There was strength in her, an uncommon strength for a woman of her class. She would be no one's trophy wife, no. She was the sort who, left to her own wishes, would be just fine leading her own life. She would not be content to simply take the name of a prince and raise his heirs. There was spirit within her, the sort that would not let her waste away her days.
It would be a challenge, for sure, but nothing short of a challenge had ever appealed to Loki. She would be his, for he always got what he wanted. He would tread carefully, though. He knew he was not his brother, who could rely on his looks and his personable demeanor. Loki had charm and insight - the charm to draw her interest, and the insight to know and deliver exactly what she desired.
Lost in thought, he was silent for a bit before he responded to her. "I find myself among much eloquence and merriment, and cannot help but feel utterly enchanted." There was a dark sparkle in his eyes, a rare hint that he was not being entirely truthful. He knew his parents would be disappointed if they somehow learned how he really felt about this ball and others like it. "I have had some most intriguing conversations, and have been honored to meet some most interesting individuals." Really he had been bored out of his mind before catching sight of Sigyn, but he enjoyed talking like this, with his words meaning something other than what he said.
"But then my gaze chanced upon my lady, and I became truly enthralled." His words still had a teasing tone to them, but now he was being serious. Perhaps, he thought, she would be able to tell the difference between the lies and the genuine.
"As for the greater purpose, I expect I have accomplished it, or I will not accomplish it tonight." His words hinted, but his expression confirmed it. She was the one he was interested in; he made no attempt to hide the fact from her.
"Tell me, what does my lady do on nights such as these? Surely there are no balls to attend every night." He wanted to learn more about her, needed to learn more about her if he wished to make her his.
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Post by Sigyn Laufeyson on Jun 18, 2012 23:24:29 GMT -7
Usually, she was better at disguising her true feelings. After all, she had been doing so for years and years and most likely would do so for more years to come. Of course, at home, occasionally, yet rarely, she lost her temper and it always ended in an argument. Sigyn had learned that sometimes, not fighting, but complying, would get her further than opening her mouth. Granted, there was a limit to everything. Should her mother so decide that it was time fo r her daughter to become the betrothed of someone, Sigyn would put up hell of a fight. Pretending to want to become that person, like she was doing today by attending this ball, was something entirely else.
The compliment he gave her made her lower her head and thank him properly. Sigyn was not immune to flattery, of course it was nice. But as far as she had learned, every compliment came with a price, another obligation. Moreover, the surroundings were just wrong. Of course, nobody would insult someone on this lovely night. Flattery was more appropriate and that made it fake. Still, he was Odin's son, she had to thank him.
"To new acquaintances," she repeated, raised her glass and gave him yet another one of those perfectly practiced smiles. However, the way he looked at her unsettled her. It seemed like Prince Loki was trying to see right through her. People rarely did that. They saw what they wanted to see and what Sigyn made them believe: Lady, born to a good family, looking for a husband. Why would he bother seeing through her act? Possibly, since she was giving so little effort tonight, he had caught the mood. However, assuming there was more behind Prince Loki than his status and the regular needs and wishes of an Asgardian man, would make things complicated. Right now, it was much more convenient to believe he was the same as all the others and get tonight over with.
But then, he told her about his night. And she couldn't help but suppress a frown. He seemed to be meaning his words as little as she had meant hers. Moreover, it almost appeared like he wanted her to catch the subtext. Ally with her, give her subtle hints. Now, this was not something she could just ignore, sadly. Her facade shook a bit as she was looking him right into the eyes, silent question in them that she wanted to suppress. An ill-fated attempt at carrying a pokerface in front of the prince. Sigyn was lucky. Loki gave her the perfect chance to lighten the mood well enough to regain some composure. "Those are great news indeed. Who is the lucky lady?", she said, smirking mischievously. Of course, on the outside, she was exactly that: A lady. She sang and danced and made her own clothes. Because she had been taught all these things. On the inside, she didn't feel quite like that. Of course, stating she was a warrior would be a joke and she didn't even know whether it would be what her heart desired. Sigyn was positive he'd catch her joke, though. For what it's worth, she was going out on a limb again. But hadn't his words have that hint of lie in them, she would not have done it.
Loki could've left it at that, yet he didn't. Sigyn froze for the shortest of moments. Of course, she still doubted she was the kind of woman a man like him was looking for. Or was he? Yet it seemed like he was referring to her. Or you are just too full of yourself, Sigyn. Either way, she had not come here to find a mate and surely not to be found. What was he thinking? A little staring, a little summoning, a glass of wine and the deal was sealed? She didn't work that way. "It seems like your brother is not as fast as you, my lord," Sigyn said uneasily, in order to distract. Thor was chatting with three girls at once, Gudrun standing right next to him still. The god of thunder was a charmer. Most fell for this.
Sigyn cleared her throat and sipped on her wine, straightened up even more. "A lady will most likely be found in her quarters, practicing her dancing or sewing skills, as it is expected of her.", Sigyn explained, "Just like the warrior, that will probably never cease to practice and maintain his shape, even after dusk has fallen. Am I right in assuming that you are probably honored by events like this more often than me?" If her slight - very slight - feeling was right and Loki did not enjoy this ball as much as he pretended to - like her -, he wasn't honored, but burndened with his duty to represent his family on various occasions.
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Jun 19, 2012 11:25:03 GMT -7
With the toast given, the conversation continued, Perhaps he should have toasted to the evening, to her health, or some other more typical thing. None of those had come to mind, though, and toasting to the evening would have just been ironic. Aside from meeting Sigyn, which he fully expected to turn out in his favor, he had nothing positive to say about the ball. It was just like any other, a poorly veiled attempt to get the two princes mingling with women suitable for marriage.
Loki had barely thought about marriage. He was still enjoying his youth and freedom. Someday he would have to wed, he understood, but he was taking his time getting there. By then, he was sure marriage would have become something he wanted; the only matter then would be finding a woman who would make a good match. That would be the difficult part. No woman ever seemed to be strong enough for him. They were all delicate flowers, best used as decorations.
That was years, decades, centuries away, he was sure. He knew what he wanted now, in this moment, and he was looking at her, this lady of the defiant gaze and the sly tongue. And yes, it had also crossed his mind that this might be the woman he needed, the one who would not wilt if he touched her. It had only been a thought, one that had entered his mind and left just as quickly. After all, he was far from being ready to marry anyone.
Her lighthearted question brought a grin to his face. She was the lucky lady, of course, but it would hardly befit the game they were playing if he just said so. "A most bewitching maiden, astonishing to behold, both to the eye and mind. I don't suppose you've met her?" It was a simple tease, but his eyes sparkled again as he looked at her.
He went on speaking, not because he liked the sound of his own voice, but because he was truly enjoying himself for the first time that evening. Somehow, he found Sigyn easy to talk to. She understood what he meant, even when he disguised his words. He frowned slightly when it became apparent that she felt a little unsettled by what he was saying.
"My brother has the attentions of many more women to sort through," he said, part joking, part serious. "I, on the other hand, know what it is I seek, though I seldom seem to find it." Sometimes he settled for the charms of lesser women, simply to please his parents and all who observed him. This night, he had been determined not to do so. He would have left alone and been perfectly happy with it had he not discovered Sigyn.
He took a sip of wine and swirled the glass thoughtfully as Sigyn detailed what "a lady" would do with a night to herself. "That is what a lady would do, is it?" he asked with a gentle smile. He had a theory, and he would test it, and hope she would not be offended.
"But I think I asked what my lady Sigyn would do." He took one of her hands, and lifted it to his lips as though to kiss it, but stopped short. Her hand was soft, as it should be, but it lacked the delicateness of a typical Asgardian lady. There was a hint of toughness and definition to them, as a laborer would have. The members of court who hardly used their hands for anything more than lifting their wine glasses had pudgier, less defined hands. It was as he had expected.
"You dance and sew, as you should. I am certain. But you have not the hands of a common lady, who sits at home and delights in small tasks. You have the hands of one who works hard, who engages in physical activities, who uses her hands often in demanding tasks." Lowering her hand, he gave her another smile. "You need not explain your hobbies to me. I prefer to guess, and let you remain the mystery you wish to be."
He sighed softly as he reflected on her last question. "My brother and I are often… honored with balls and parties of this sort. We are most grateful for all the attention." Here he was lying again, somewhat. At times these events could be pleasant, but mostly they were tedious. Yet, again, he could not just say so, especially as he felt a gaze on him and he glanced over his shoulder to find Odin watching him. Temporarily freed of his obligation to greet every last person, the Allfather was observing his sons, and seemed pleased to find Loki making conversation with an attractive woman.
"Does my lady attend these events often? It does not seem that we have crossed paths before." He did not recall ever having seen her anywhere for that matter, but then again, their lives did not seem to mesh very well. He and Thor were always off adventuring, when they were not attending to their studies or honing their separate skills. Loki preferred to be alone when he was studying, and when he considered the amount of time he spent at that, it became a little less astonishing to him that he had not met Sigyn before.
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Post by Sigyn Laufeyson on Jun 19, 2012 11:55:13 GMT -7
"A woman like this sounds like a rare find to me," she said, daring to hold his gaze. Challenge lay in her eyes. So, was she flattering herself? Most likely not. Sigyn was playing his game. She didn't budge. She didn't want to give in and tell him exactly as he pleased. That wasn't like her. On the other hand, she couldn't just insult her family's name and his status by being a little prick. It was a tricky concept, but admittedly, it was fun to her. That was the thing. Sigyn was starting to have fun. It was a quite unsettling thought, having fun while attending an event that she was not fond of. What was happening?
She uncrossed and crossed her legs, holding on to that glass of wine and his gaze. "And what, my lord, would that be? If I may ask so bluntly?", she said. Seriously, he was having it coming so bad. So bad. And in case she was overdoing it, well, then she'd be reprimanded. Loki couldn't put words out there like that and have her be coy and sweet as she was expected to be. However, maybe he was not expecting this of her anyway. Was he? She had no idea what to make of the man in front of her. He was a prince, he probably got what he wanted most of the times. Food, weapons, women. She didn't want to be one of his trophies. She didn't want to be anyone's trophy. No matter whether it was because of beauty, wit or being different. She was a living being, not a golden necklace or a shiny sword.
He caught her red-handed. Of course, she had not answered his question as he had wanted her to. Technically, you did not ask about me, my lord, Sigyn thought. She stared into her lap for a short moment and inhaled. That was when he took her hand. Sigyn tensed visibly and held her breath. His fingers felt cool against her skin, but that might just be the wine fooling her. Do not dare to kiss my hand, do not dare to ki,-, her mind went a mile a minute. He did not kiss her hand, though. Hell, the prince was very flirtatious. And somehow, while this would naturally make her cloister herself away, it felt strangely good. Still, Sigyn was torn between disliking it, because of generally disliking it and actually feeling flattered. Loki was something else. Or maybe he wasn't and it was just his tactic for wrapping her around his little finger. After all, one thing was for sure: He had caught her lying and he wasn't hiding that.
"Swordfighting. I have recently started to practice with a double ended spear as well. I have no desire to be enigmatic," she hurried to explain, holding his gaze yet again. Fact was, she had no desire to play a that game of guessing her pastimes. He'd ask, she'd giggle and deny, he'd guess again, making her giggle even more and put her hand on her sternum, complimenting him for his wit, and so on. No. Not going to happen.
But everytime Sigyn felt like she just wanted to get out of the situation, he threw another obvious lie at her. Was this conversation just a giant joke, losening both their muzzles and constraints a little? What happened if they were out of here? Would they inhale and losen up, curse and joke about this ridiculous ball and have a real conversation? As for Sigyn, she couldn't wait to be true and honest about this evening. Her handmaiden was her best friend and had practically raised her. They'd talk once Sigyn was home. But what about Loki? Was he....even the same as her? Faking it all of the time, because of some 'purpose' others had determined for him? "I do prefer to keep myself in the background of things and leave the limelight to those that deserve it," she said, staring at Gudrun again, who was yet again chatting the god of thunder up. It wasn't about Gudrun being such an awesome person, that she deserved everybody's attention. No. But her friend liked to be in this place. So she could have it. "Actually," Sigyn said, leaning in to whisper, "I do end up having deep conversations with a nice brand of wine on these occasions. Not very ladylike, is it?" She wasn't an alcoholic. She didn't even have too much wine every time she attended a public event. She just figured revealing this little secret might put him off.
Weirdly enough, she immediately regretted having said it.
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Jun 19, 2012 13:03:22 GMT -7
As with anything else, Loki would eventually tire of playing the little game they had set up. What he would do after that was anyone's guess. Any other woman he would send away once they were of no use to him. Yet Sigyn held his interest. She was a challenge indeed, and he reveled in it.
"She is a rare find, as precious as the rarest jewels," he quipped grandly. These were the words women liked to hear, were they not? They came easily to him, whether he meant them or not. Here he did, but as the words left his lips, they felt more like some sort of pick-up line. He would need a different approach here, he decided. She would not fall for the typical words, but for something more.
The question was, why was he putting so much effort into pursuing this one girl? There were countless others who would flock to him and let him bed them with hardly a word needed, simply because of who he was. It was his right. She should have bored him, made him lose interest the moment he realized she would not be that easy. Perhaps he was simply in the mood for a chase tonight.
She kept her eyes on him, and he found that he liked the intensity of her gaze, the feeling of her eyes on him. It almost made him want to lose himself in those beautiful eyes. Almost. He was actually caught off-guard as she asked him what it was he wanted. He could not give her the real answer, that was for certain.
"Why, a wife, of course. A woman to bear me heirs and manage my affairs as I run off on adventures with my brother and friends, a delicate flower to show off at parties and other public events. Is that not what has brought me here?" Again he was lying, but this time, it was not because he was toying with her, but because he did not want to reveal the truth. The truth would put him at a disadvantage, and he never played a game but to win.
When he took her hand, he felt her tense, but noted that she did not try to pull away. Good. However, he was mildly surprised that she explained herself even after he told her she did not have to. He wanted her to be a little bit enigmatic, but she did not want the same. "As you wish," he said simply, letting go of her hand.
"I am impressed by your talents. Perhaps we will have a practice sometime." He was a skilled swordsman, and could use just about any weapon given to him, though he had never focused on a double-edged spear. Mostly he focused on his studies in magic, as he knew he needed more than just the usual strength and skill to win battles. This had been proven time and time again as he and Thor took their friends along for adventures in other realms, and more often than not found themselves fighting different creatures.
Briefly, involuntarily, he imagined Sigyn fighting at his side, attacking foes with a double-ended spear and that fierceness of hers. It would be… an interesting thing, to have her there. Women were meant to be homemakers, after all. Seldom were they meant to fight. But perhaps… just perhaps, this was the type of mate he was meant to find.
She explained that she preferred to let others have the attention. Loki cast a look at Thor and the redhead, and the growing group surrounding them. They seemed to be having a good time, but so was Loki, in his own way. Especially when Sigyn confided about her appreciation for wine, which made him laugh unusually loudly, such that a few heads turned to look at them at the sound of his laugh.
"No, indeed, it is not very ladylike, my dear Sigyn. But I often have such conversations myself." He kept his voice down, and leaned in closer to her; since she had leaned in already, this brought them very close. "Perhaps a lady would be gracious enough to join me for a walk among the gardens. There, only the wine has ears to listen." There would be no one in the gardens, he was sure, and they would be able to talk much more freely. Now that he was sure she felt the same way toward this ball as he did, he wanted to discard this game, and speak freely, and truly get to know this uncommon woman.
If she agreed, he would pick up his glass with one hand and pull out her chair with the other, then lead her to the gardens' doors, and out of the ballroom. If not, he would have to find some other way to get her to open up.
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Post by Sigyn Laufeyson on Jun 19, 2012 13:24:21 GMT -7
"And I am sure she would just love to hear flattery like this," Sigyn said, faster than she could think. The irony in her words was so obvious, he might as well grab it and throw it right into her face again. Sigyn hardly managed to keep her eyes from rolling and she was biting her lip, realizing how indecent such parlance might be towards a son of Odin. But honestly, did he really think she'd fancy being complimented like this? Such shallow flattery, such a bold comparison? There were others who would blush and kindly thank him for these words. If he tried to find such a person in her, he was sadly mistaken. And Sigyn would not go as far as to pretend to be a woman like that.
Marriage. What did that even mean? As far as she thought, marriage meant tying a bond for purposes like standing, wealth and procreation. If the couple was lucky, they learned how to love the other. If not, they'd just be...well, married. Sigyn didn't want that. Of course, sometimes she imagined how nice it'd be to actually find a person that she could love. Because, by the allfather, she had love to give! She just had no one that would want it, her unconditional affection, from the person she really was, not the lady she was supposed, destined to be. One thing was for sure: marrying for money and fame was not in the cards for her. She'd make sure of that.
I don't believe so, no, her mind answered his question. She hadn't even put thought into this. It just came to her. "You don't strike me as the person being satisfied with something as simple as that," she said. But this time, it wasn't reflex, a thought uttered, before reason claimed its place. She meant it. And boy, Sigyn wanted to say it. Once more, she held his gaze. Challenge lingered yet again. Would he continue to pretend. She was still walking on a very fine line, being in public with a son of Odin, beating around the bush. Even though she had that inkling about him, it was not knowledge. Maybe, she was getting him utterly wrong.
But now, it was her to pretend. Sigyn giggled, "My lord, I do not stand a chance against you." Sigyn was surprised how 'ladylike' and girly she sounded. It was the perfect joke, the perfect parody. This felt good. It was her perpetual anger that drove her. She should get a grip. His proposal found her fancy. And yet again, Sigyn found herself just reacting. Barely thinking, she exhaled. "By the allfather, I'd like that," Sigyn breathed relievedly. Getting out of here - no matter the circumstances - sounded incredibly delightful. And so far, she could not say that she hated his company. Sigyn wasn't sure she liked it, but that was a good start, wasn't it?
So, she got up and accompanied him. She swore, she could feel her mother's eyes on her back. They walked in silence until they were out of the ballroom, out of earshot and descending towards the gardens. Night had fallen, yet the moon was illuminating the gardens enough to see properly. Sigyn hadn't realized how she had held her breath, until she exhaled yet again. It felt like bursting a corset. It felt great. "You wanted to be in there as little as I did, my lord," Sigyn said, looking at him from the side. Now, there were two ways this would go: Either she was utterly mistaken, insulting Loki and being reprimanded, but at least she'd fall out of his fancy and would spare herself many other futile, strange meetings with someone just hunting for a trophy wife,
or she was right and their tunes would finally change.
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Jun 19, 2012 22:43:52 GMT -7
The admonishment for his flattery was well deserved, and, smiling faintly, Loki bowed his head very slightly, acknowledging the truth of her comment. No, she would not be impressed by overused compliments. She was no ordinary woman, to be flattered into submission. He knew that, had seen it clearly.
Her response to his lie about seeking a wife surprised him, though. She was exactly right. He would never be happy with the sort of woman he had just described. How had she seen that in him? Was he that easy to read? Surely not, for no one, not even his family, had figured that much out about him. It was unbelievable, even unfair. She could not have seen through him that easily. It was time for him to retreat, to put up a wall. She was getting too close, too fast.
So he simply swirled the drink in his glass, and gave her a smile that did not reflect in the darkness of his eyes as he supplied another lie. "We have only just met, fair maiden. I do not believe you know me that well just yet."
And then they were back to the game, and she was giggling and complimenting his skills in swordfighting. He would have been pleased had he not known the compliment to be hollow. He smiled and took a sip of his wine. Now he would end the charade.
He suggested a walk outdoors, and she agreed readily, even enthusiastically. Loki took that as a sign of progress. As they left, he could feel the eyes on them, from all over the room. Even Thor was watching them. Unconcerned, he escorted her to the garden doors. The gardens were beautiful at any hour, but at a time such as this, cast in the glow of the moonlight, they were truly a vision to behold.
Once they were clear of the ball, he allowed himself to release a small sigh. She did the same, but more noticeably. His eyes flickered toward her as she said what they both had suspected about each other. He chuckled and shook his head.
"You are incredibly perceptive, my lady," he said, "or else I am making a fool of myself in front of everyone." Or both, he thought. What would his family think of his interest in Sigyn? She was not the type of woman he had been taught to consider. In many ways, she was the opposite. Yet she was the one he wanted. Her intelligence spoke volumes, and there was, of course, her beauty.
"No, I did not choose to attend tonight. I have no interest in finding a wife or greeting all the pompous, empty-headed fools who so adore these events. The politics of rulership bore me to tears. I would much rather be studying or reading a book, or doing something equally useful and worthy of my time."
He had been speaking quickly; his words came to a sudden halt with a sharp intake of breath. Had he really just said that? To a stranger, no less? He was a fool, then, for he knew he could not trust a stranger with his thoughts. Once Odin learned of this, Loki would never hear the end of it. Yet he could not ask her not to say anything. That would be akin to begging, and royals never begged. He could threaten, but what good would that be, when he was trying to win her over? Clearly she would not one who would be won through intimidation and fear.
He stopped walking and turned to her, to look directly at her. The way the shadows fell across her face somehow managed to accentuate her beauty. "I fear you have unmasked me," he said, his words purely honest and straightforward perhaps for the first time. "You know what it is I do not seek, you have seen how I loathe these nights. I find myself at your mercy."
This was a strange position for him to be in, to have so much pinned on this woman's sense of decency. She could undo him, unravel all the carefully woven lies he had crafted to keep his family unaware and happy. What if she was not what he thought she was? He hoped she had developed just enough interest in him to keep his secrets, but, for all he knew, it was far more likely that she was a fake, seeking to climb the social ladder and ready to sell him out for a shot at Thor.
He would have to resort to trying something he never did - hope for the best. He would gamble that he had read her correctly, that she was in the same position he was. That at least would give him some leverage.
"Now that we are being honest with each other, I must ask my lady whether she wishes to continue this conversation. I have been very forward, and if it has offended you, I will excuse myself, with my sincerest apologies." He had no wish to let her go that easily, but if she was only conversing with him for appearances' sake, then continuing their game past this point was rather futile.
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Post by Sigyn Laufeyson on Jun 20, 2012 1:07:56 GMT -7
The sigh that escaped his lips surprised her. In the great hall, Loki had seemed very controlled, in charge of every fiber of his body. Sigyn did not believe he had thought every single word he had uttered over. More likely, he had laid out the plan about how he'd come across much earlier and moved accordingly. But this sigh sounded very natural, even if it was just a faint noise. It sounded like she felt: relieved. And so she did not hide her surprise, drawn on her face.
But the sigh was not all that he was going to say about the situation in the ballroom. On the contrary. A rant followed, that could have come from herself, apart from the issues with rulership, of course. Sigyn would have never put her words like this. After all, he was the prince and she had to make sure her family's reputation would not be stained badly. But inwardly, she was snickering and nodding, agreeing on every word he had said. So on the outside, the smile that spread across her face finally reached her eyes and seemed natural. Not the fake, polite grin she had carried while talking to him under everyone's watch. Despite his formal parlance, he seemed to have become a different man the moment they had left the building and entered the gardens. And suddenly, an overwhelming feeling of familiarity and alliance overcame her. Sigyn thought that most people in there did not feel like this to begin with, but even if they did, they'd never put it out in the open like he just had. Much less, if they happened to be royalty. So was there an agenda? Had he said those words on purpose? Were they even a lie? It sure did not feel like this, he seemed natural, artless for the first time. Wow.
This time, when he stopped and their gazes met, it felt very different. A shock of electricity ran through Sigyn's body as she looked up at him, into his face, that looked paler, illuminated by the moonlight. He was beautiful nonetheless, but his beauty had changed. He still wore that shade of authority and respect, but apart from being the king's son, he looked like a real person right now. Someone that might have been put in a situation involuntarily, by heritage and name. Just like her. And against all odds, against the faint chances that he was faking it for the sake of some secret purpose with her, Sigyn barely managed not to jump and be happy to have found someone that saw things her way.
She contained her enthusiasm and just held his gaze with that artless smile on her features. "How good to hear that you are not looking for a wife tonight. It rids me of my dilemma to try and make you dislike me.", she said just as honestly. If he wasn't looking for a mate, then Sigyn didn't have to fight to avoid Loki considering her for this position. This meant they were even more free to just talk and spend time, if they wished, with no destination in mind. "But worry not, my lord Loki. What kind of person would I be if I deceived you by revealing your true thoughts, now that you confided in me?" Maybe, this was what distinguished them: Sigyn would not do such thing. She considered herself honored, having been the person Loki had been honest with. No matter the circumstances, even if they were not close as friends or siblings were. This confession gave her responsibility to treat it carefully and she'd be loyal to her principles. Moreover, screwing a god over would possibly not be the wisest idea to begin with. "I don't crave for anybody to be at my mercy, except my enemies. And you are not." With a slight nod, she finished her statement.
Sigyn was not aware of the net of lies he had woven over the years. She barely knew him and what she knew was what he had put out there over the years. He was a stranger to her and she was to him. Of course, she was biased. Biased by his standing and the ways court worked. But he was slowly creeping into her, surprising her with his honesty and the fact that this honesty revealed someone she had not expected to see.
However, they had just met. They weren't friends. Technically, she probably should not even trust him. Sigyn was not thinking about marriage or the future. She was here, standing in the moonlit garden, talking to a partner in crime. This encounter might as well just last until she'd be home, safe and sound. They might even never truly see each other again. After all, Sigyn often acted against her own interests and opinions, so why wouldn't Loki do the same for the sake of his family? What if he went further than she usually did and eventually pick a mate that was appopriate, that delicate flower he had been talking about. Sigyn blinked. Now, she had thought about it. Loki marrying. She needed to stop, it was futile and ridiculous.
Loki continued being rather sweet, or so she thought. Sigyn briefly averted his gaze. It was now that she felt flattered, due to his incredible consideration. All the compliments in the world could not have complimented her like his offer to take her leave. It meant that he respected the person she was. Not her looks or her standing. She chuckled in her husky voice, lifted her hand to brush it over her neck and finally, lifted her gaze to his yet again. "I will never take offence in honesty. It'd be a shame to depart now that we are free of those pompous, empty-headed fools", she informed him. "I was merely quoting!", she hurried to add, chuckling yet again and raising a hand. Yes, she agreed to those exact words, yet she did not feel comfortable enough to be entirely honest.
Sigyn resumed to walk. Somehow, the closeness and tranquility of standing opposite of him made her nervous and she didn't want him to notice. The wine flowing through her system did not exactly help her keep it down, though. "How come you summoned me to your table, if you clearly despise the purpose of this ball?", she dared to ask, looking at the path that led through the garden. She was curious for sure. He could not have realized the depth of her repulsion by just staring at her earlier, could he?
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Jun 20, 2012 6:28:21 GMT -7
In everything he did, Loki liked to have a plan, to have in mind a predetermined set of routes he could take, and follow them. This, he felt, gave him greater control over any situation. He could be spontaneous, but, more often than not, he and whoever was around him were simply falling into the steps of his plan. He liked the feeling he got from manipulating others into doing exactly what he wanted, especially when they did not realize they were doing it.
But occasionally, Loki found himself in a position where no plan was possible, because he had no idea what to expect. This sometimes gave him a bit of discomfort. But on this night, in this moment, it felt only right. He could never have predicted he would find the sort of woman he had. There was no plan, no contingency set aside for such a moment.
He could lie to her, tell her all the things he knew she wanted to hear, or he could be honest and see what came of it. Lying came naturally to him; it was one of his greatest skills, much to his parents' distaste. And in truth, he would feel better if he did begin to lie again, now that he had seen what it was that would interest her. Yet he had never built a solid relationship of any kind - whether just friendship or more - on lies, so who could say lying would even work in the long run?
If he had begun to consider lying, her reply to him, to his stream of words, erased that possibility from his mind. So she would have made him dislike her? So she wanted to be a wife as little as he wanted to have one. Yet something about those words made him frown a bit and his heart sink a little. Had he hoped for something different? How strange that would be, if that were the case. If he were to examine his motives and find he really had wanted her specifically for a wife.
The thought had occurred to him, yes. But he had not fully considered it. Had he? There were many things regarding her he had considered, but marriage had not been one of them. It was far too soon, both in their acquaintanceship and in their lives, for them to consider such a commitment. No, he had certainly not considered such a thing. Her words had not dashed any hopes of his, so he had nothing to fear in that aspect.
She continued, and in a sense assured him that she would not reveal his true feelings about the ball to anyone. He bowed his head slightly for a moment before looking at her again.What kind of person would she be, indeed? Would she be like Loki, who used the words of others and played them for his own gain? Did doing that make him undesirable? It was an interesting question, one he asked himself from time to time. Usually he found he did not care what the answer was.
At least she did not consider him an enemy. She had no reason to, he felt. On the contrary, he was trying to get on her good side. It was even better to know she would not hold his words against him. He would show her the same courtesy.
"Thank you, my lady Sigyn. I will keep your reaction to my words a secret as well." The smile he gave her was genuine. "And I am glad to know we are not enemies. That would make any further discussions we have quite difficult." He chuckled a little, his words revealing an interest in talking to her more. She was interesting, and now that they definitely had something in common, he thought they could get along well.
He watched her hand glide over her neck, and the sudden vision of brushing his own hand over her skin took hold for a moment, causing him to stare momentarily until she spoke again, breaking him out of his brief reverie. He laughed as she quoted him. He had been laughing quite a bit tonight - that had been unexpected.
"Yes, you quote me because you agree," he teased, setting his wine glass aside once they continued to walk. The weight of it in his hands had become unfamiliar.
Then, however, she asked a new question, one that was difficult for him to respond to. He was certain the truth would push her away, but it was the truth that had brought them together, so why should he not continue in that vein? He glanced at her for a moment, silent as he considered how best to phrase it. There was so much to say, and so few words for it.
"When I first saw you, I felt there was something different about you," he explained, not answering her question to begin. "Then when you stared back at me… I knew it for certain. You intrigue me, and I had to satisfy my curiosity. I wanted to see whether I was right in thinking you might be a change from the airheaded girls I am usually set up with. And I was right."
He glanced at her again. "I would know more about you, and see where an acquaintanceship could lead. I have said I do not wish to wed, but perhaps something more will develop between us in time. You are beautiful, and… every man should desire you."
The thought twisted his lips into a small frown. Sigyn would be his, and no one else's. He did not utter those words, though. Such thoughts he would keep to himself until the opportune moment.
"Please, tell me more about yourself. How did you come to practice such a rare pastime for a lady as swordfighting?" This aspect of her history particularly interested him, for, in his experience, it was unusual for girls to even show interest in fighting, much less have families who would allow them to pursue the craft. She must have been greatly motivated, and he liked to see motivation and ambition in a woman like her.
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