Twilight of Legend

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Part Three of A LokiXSigyn (canon wife~) picture collage.
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Sigyn again finds herself in a disturbingly situation; not in a familiar situation of her choice. She wonders how long it will be till her husband realizes that someone has interrupted his own game.

Someone with a horrific magic and power. She had familiarized the person like her sister, but had been so wrong. While one half of her body was a lovely little girl, it was to her horror, when shoved against the covered, cloaked person; the other seemed little more then bone.

She wonders if she'll ever see him again. Magic sparked wildly, and she kept her eyes close, the only part she had any remaining control over. No need to let it bite her eyes out, like the way it nipped at her arms.

The thought makes her horrified. Whether she had liked it or not, she had begun to realize her future plan always included him, even if it was just tiptoeing around the trickster God, matching him blow for blow. She even discovered she had somewhat enjoyed the thought of maybe getting him back, in smaller ways.

These thoughts were shattered as the whirlwind ended, and she found herself being flung to a smooth floor. She slid over the slick area, her dress riding up slightly. Her hair flew over her face and she could feel the palms of her hands bruised. Painfully she lifted herself up, but froze, not moving an inch.

Her capture was behind her, her cloak flung open. But Sigyn didn't look back as she raised her head. Her attention was caught by a familiar figure, standing a mist the finery of the great hall.

And he was so wonderful.
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Loki growled as he burst open the door, using the pitiful amount of magic he had in reserves. He growled as he saw the bed was empty. It didn't take much to have it click in place. The feel of the other magic, was like a putrid odor.

Oh Hel. Quite literally, oh HELA.

He turned to the door, fully prepared to make a blonde witch suffer.