It had been almost a month since Sigyn had learned of Loki's powers. He was healing up better, and even shared more of his past. Sigyn now knew that he had an older brother, who was very irresponsible and "unworthy"; a mother who Loki loved a lot; and a father, who was more biased towards his brother.

"Come here, sit down." Sigyn called him over to sit on the chair that faced her vast expanse of a backyard. Loki obliged and sat down.

"If you let your hair grow any longer, it'll be longer than mine!"

"You don't like competition?"

"Who does? You wanna be a prince? Be a modern one; long hair isn't suiting you well."

"Then let's fix it."

His raven black hair went past his shoulders, curling up at the ends. She swung an apron on him and sprayed his hair with cool water, which made him flinch at the first impact. Sigyn stroked her long, thin fingers through Loki's hair, which reminded him of times when Frigga did it. The mortal girl here gently pulled locks of his hair this way and that to her desire, and started snipping. But it was taking a long time.

"You know, I can manage this myself," he said, his hands already covered in green smoke.

"I know, I know." She tightly tugged his hair, forcing his face up to her. "But I want to do it, so let me do it," she said looking into his eyes.

After a while of silence, Sigyn was the first to speak:

"I used to cut my father's hair, when the duchess wasn't home."

"You have a deep regard for your father."

"He was the only one who was mine."

"I didn't have such a good relationship with either of my fathers." He sighed as he reminisced and stared into the snow covered backyard.

"Either of your fathers?"

"I found out who my real father was, and I may or may not have had something to do with his death. And the father I grew up with, he preferred his biological son."

The death part obviously went over Sigyn's head, and Loki was surprised that she didn't mention it.

"You had your mother, though."

"Indeed I did," and he didn't say more.

"How about we go to town and get some groceries done, humh? It'll be a good walk. We can leave in 10 minutes, you're almost done here." Sigyn removed the apron and came to Loki's front, her hands still in his hair. She leaned down to be level with his head and styled his hair, making it curve in the shape of his head, the front being a little poofy and long. When she was done, her hands were still in his head, her blue grey eyes drowned in the seas of jade.

"There. All better. This cut suits you so much..." Sigyn was lost in her gaze, and Loki's hands grabbed hers and placed them down on his shoulders, then travelled to her waist as he brought her down on his legs.

"You did a good job."

"Thank you."

"I should take you back with me," he leaned closer, "to be my personal hair dress-" he cut off as he was about to kiss her. His face leaned in to hers, their eyes closed. He could feel the wind from her nose on his lips, and BBBUZZTT! Their eyes flew open and Sigyn stood up, fixing her shirt.

"That's the washing machine. I'll go put the clothes in the dryer and we can go."

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Neither said a word as they walked the road into town. Loki was still going over the events in his head. What had happened? What HADN'T happened? Why is she doing this to me? WHAT is she doing to me?

"We should hurry. I think there's a snow storm coming in tonight."

Loki snapped back and chuckled, "Oh yes. What a terrible thing."

"What? Can you control the weather too?"

"Something of the sort."

"You never quit to impress me."

"Why do you suppose I do it with the intent?"

"You are very stuck up, Loki of far away."

"You have so much yet to learn, Sigyn of Norway."

They arrived into the square, stalls and kiosks laden all over the streets, some carrying fruits, others vegetables, etc. and there were tavern stores too, that sold a lot of other stuff. As Sigyn picked up the groceries, Loki trailed behind her, pointing out this thing or the other that caught his interest. She seemed to know almost the whole bazaar, everyone greeted her on first name basis; they also asked her who Loki was, and she'd cleverly come up with one lie or the other. The Prince of Lies was very amused.

Sigyn entered the supermarket, owned by a chubby old man who wore spectacles on the tip of his nose. As usual, he knew Sigyn and kindly greeted her and her guest and offered his assistance if they needed it. They were standing in the line to the register when Sigyn remembered something and dashed to get it, leaving Loki in the line.

"So, what's your connection with Sigyn?" the old man behind the register asked gently.

"I'm her...cousin. Long distance"

"I wish I were'er cousihn," the big man in the next isle commented.

"I beg your pardon? You seem to think of our relation in non-platonic ways"

"If that big word o' yers means you two're an item, then yes, kid."

"Hasn't your mother taught you how to treat ladies?" Loki crossed the distance between them, and by that time Sigyn had come back.

"I haven't seen her since I was born!"

"She must be so relieved!" Loki smirked.

"What the hell you say, beanpole?!" the man was mad and lifted his fisted hand into the air.

Sigyn noticed the green smoke forming on the floor and rushed to Loki as the old man pushed up his glasses and stood between the two arguing.

"Enough, Loki! Just, let it go. We're done here!" she turned him back to their register and he shrugged her off his arm.

"Yeah, you're done here. Go run back to yer mummy!"

Damn! Sigyn clenched her fists in condemn as she heard Loki take a swing at the clearly bigger man, who easily defeated Loki, sending him flying into the big water jugs. He was escorted out by security as Sigyn picked up Loki, giving him bags to hold as they rushed back home, the storm fervently picking up speed as if someone had insulted it's mother.