Heimdall follows Sigyn from the cell, and the two of them come to a stop as Amora and Lorelei approach them. The two sisters eye Heimdall with suspicion, neither of them particularly fond of the Asgardian gatekeeper of the Bifrost, but Sigyn rolls her eyes at the show of bravado. Her magic has already worn off, the appearance of Ilva slipping away to be replaced by her own, which makes their presence in the dungeons all the more dangerous. Sigyn's own history with Loki aside, she has no permission to be here, and her magic isn't nearly as powerful as Amora's should they be discovered.

"We haven't the time for this," she hisses at Amora, grabbing the woman's arm and tugging her toward the doors. "Can you do something about the guards? Please? We had an agreement."

Pushing her toward the heavy doors, Amora groans dramatically before shaking off Sigyn's grip. She closes her eyes for a moment and exhales, her lips pursed together, until she disappears entirely.

"So," Lorelei smirks, unconcerned by her sister's teleportation. "A little bird told me you've been helping the Midgardian woman who fell for Loki's schemes? They're such dull creatures, aren't they? So easily susceptible to superior minds."

Sigyn crosses her arms in front of her chest, "Yes, tell me again how these 'dull creatures' managed to capture you and return you to Sif's custody? She told me of the warriors of S.H.I.E.L.D and how — despite your 'superior mind' and no doubt strength — she was able to apprehend you with their assistance."

The redhead grits her teeth, taking a menacing step toward Sigyn, but Heimdall quickly steps between the two. Before Sigyn can reply, the door to the prison swings open behind them and all three of them whirl around to see Odin himself enter the chamber.

"Shit," Lorelei mutters beneath her breath.

Sigyn reaches a hand into her bag, her fingers curling around a tiny vial that will provide a cloud of smoke for them to attempt an escape, and she takes a step toward the Allfather. He smirks, the corner of his mouth tilting upward ever-so-slightly, and she hesitates just as Heimdall's voice breaks the tension.

"I take it the guards are gone, Amora?"

Odin's body shimmers in a cloud of gold, his skin glowing softly, before shifting back into Amora. The Enchantress pouts her lips as she crosses the distance between them, her eyes wide as she reaches forward to plant a kiss on Heimdall's cheek.

"You're not any fun," she says as he draws himself away from her. "You know that, right?"

"We don't have time for fun," Sigyn interjects, leading the way out of the prison now that the exit is clear. They arrived with two people so they couldn't leave with more, so she'd encouraged Amora to use her magic to draw the guards away from the prison only after they'd freed Heimdall and Lorelei. If they did so beforehand, they risked arousing suspicion before they were able to make their escape. "I assume you told the guards to collect others along the way?"

Amora nods before looping her arm between her sister's, "Of course. Everything along the east corridor should be empty of guards."

"Good."

Grabbing the heavy doors, she swings it open and peaks down both directions. It's clear of guards, so she steps out of the way so Heimdall, Amora, and Lorelei can follow her down the east corridor. As they walk, she pulls a heavy cloak from her bag and hands it to Heimdall. He'll need it to mask his distinct appearance, and he quickly fastens the cloak around his shoulders.

"Thank you," he tells her, pulling the hood up around his face to shroud his golden eyes from onlookers.

"I'm certain your sight will assist us greatly, but..."

"Precautions are always necessary," Heimdall finishes her sentence.

He stops suddenly, reaching forward to stretch his arms in front of the women, and herds them backward into an alcove around the corner. Hurried footsteps echo through the corridor, and Sigyn's pulse spikes at the sound.

"Shall I?" Amora asks, looking bored already.

"No," Sigyn and Heimdall reply simultaneously, causing Sigyn to face him.

"No?" She asks.

He shakes his head, "It's a palace servant, not a guard. Tact will be more useful than temptation."

Amora scowls at the implication, and Sigyn nods. Amora has little reason to be in the castle unless she's entertaining suitors, but Sigyn's presence has become commonplace over the last few months. She'll be able to intercept whoever it is and redirect them, allowing the others to escape, until she can meet with them outside the main palace.

"The caverns of Yggdrasil," she tells Heimdall softly. "It's a safe haven, and few know of its location. I will find you there."

She slips around the corner without waiting for a response, the footsteps ever-closer, and she plasters on a false smile as she purposefully collides with the young servant bustling down the corridor. The two of them fall to the ground in a dramatic jumble of limbs, perfectly orchestrated on Sigyn's part, and she uses the distraction to tilt the contents of her bag so a few of them tumble harmlessly on the floor.

"I'm so sorry," she apologizes, disentangling herself from the young man before grabbing the vial closest to her and returning it to her bag. "Do you mind?"

He blushes, "Of course not, Lady Sigyn. The fault is my own."

"No, no," Sigyn smiles at him. "Simply an accident. I should've paid more attention and stayed out of your way."

The two of them collect the final few items for her bag, which she quickly takes from him, and she thanks him before returning it to her shoulder. Biting her lip, Sigyn resists the urge to check behind her and pushes herself to stand only to crumple forward into the servant.

He catches her easily, a look of alarm etched over his features, and she curses under her breath.

"Apologies," she feigns embarrassment. "I sustained an injury just yesterday, and our tumble seems to have made it worse. Could I trouble you to assist me to see Eir?"

"Of course not, milady," the servant replies. "I've actually been sent to fetch you."

A look of alarm crosses Sigyn's face momentarily, which she quickly schools into innocent surprise, "Fetch me? Is something the matter?"

"You've been summoned by the Allfather." 

Oh hey.

As you guys have probably noticed, I haven't been updating crazy regularly over the last year. It's been a hectic time, and I'm busting my ass to get published, make a living, and all that jazz.

Well folks, my two-year Wattpad anniversary is approaching (what!? I've only been on Wattpad two years!) and I wanted to do something to celebrate. Not only that, I've got some really cool things in the pipeline, and you can expect a major boost in activity on my profile.

You might have already seen that I launched a new Kylo Ren fanfic, SOLO, last month. It's going to be crazy good, and - even if you aren't a huge Star Wars fan - it's definitely worth checking out.

The thing I'm most excited about?

I'm launching a new teen fiction story, BROKEN WINGS & PRETTY THINGS, as of...right now.

The first chapter is already up in my profile, and updates will be *very* regular. Please add it to your library, read along, because it's going to be a fun read. It's going to be a shorter book, like FRAGILE, and just as good.

Your support keeps me going, so please please please head over and read the first chapter. Add it to your library, and read along with me as a write. There will be no more than three days between updates!

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