Sigyn woke to the cold, snowy air bursting through the door. Sleepily, she skimmed a hand on the other seat, only to find it warm, and down pressed, but empty. She groggily sighed and turned on the side lamp, pressing her head back into the sofa back as she stared at the rolling credits on the screen. After her eyes and mind adjusted to being awake, she stood up, throwing off the blanket, only to wrap it around herself after she put on her warmest sweater. Snugging herself warm, Sigyn put on her snow boots and headed after Loki, closing the door behind.

The snow storm raved around her, the thick flakes spinning in the fast air. The cold wind cut at her cheeks as Sigyn pushed through the storm, hoping she could bring back Loki. After a long hike through, she finally spotted a figure in the dark. Obviously, he was the only one who could brave this cold storm without freezing to death, and yet still here she was after him.

"So you're going to leave me!" she shouted at the tall silhouette, cupping a hand over her eyes to keep the snow away.

"You shouldn't be out here." he said over his shoulder, finally stopping.

"Loki, it is two in the morning, for God's sakes, come back!"

"I am not bound by trivial human conventions."

"You may not be human, but you're still running away!"

"I do NOT run AWAY!" he shouted at her, having walked close enough that she could see him. See his blueing skin as his eyes shrank behind the red. The storm dulled.

"Yes, you are! Just like, just like Maria ran back to the covent. You didn't even say goodbye!"

Loki scoffed at her allusion to the movie, and turned back around, intent on walking away.

"You know why Odin likes Thor better?" Sigyn said, wrapping herself with the blank as the storm raged up again.

Loki stopped in his tracks and spun around.

"Do NOT say more!"

"Because you are a coward!"

"Shut UP!" The snow flakes span around faster.

"You are a coward! You hate Odin because he makes you feel week! You tried to take over ea-Midgard, to run away from him. You couldn't even take over Asgard with him awake. And right now, you are running away from me, because you're afraid, of feelin-"

"I Do NOT FEEELL! I am a monster!" he fisted his hands in anger, the blue quickly covered his skin as his eyes gave way to the red beads.

Sigyn wrapped the blanket tighter.

"Ovv all the p-p-people here, you're *sneeze* the only one s-s-saying that!" she screamed at him.

Loki leaned back a bit, unclenching his fists, just staring at her.

"If you were a m-m-monster, I would have never let you in. A-and I most c-certainly would not have followed you out in the middle of a snow s-storm. Which I'm not evvven sure why! You wanna w-w-walk away, g-go ahead *sneeze* I'll b-be here, but I won't w-wait for y-y-you!"

She'd been standing in the winter too long, and for what? She spun around and walked back to her warm cabin, leaving the frost giant alone in the middle of the snow storm.

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Loki had walked away in the storm, still thinking of everything. The more he thought, the angrier he got, and the higher the storm went. How dare she?!? Analyze his actions when she had NO idea who he was, or what he had been through. Across a distance he spotted a lone tavern, no place for proper civilizations and walked in, getting stares and sneers from the obvious big lugs around the dim lit chateau. The tender walked over, typically wiping away at a glass in his hand, and Loki put him in a compulsion spell. As the old man kept filling his cup, the shack women strutted up to him, presenting there best assets as they hoped to get some business out of him. Loki laughed inside, remembering all the people at home, even his brother, who would have given in to them in a heartbeat. But the sorcerer prince had just one lady in mind, and he had no idea what to think of her. Every time in his life, he was let down, he was hated, deprived. And this human would do nothing different to him, after all, she was just a human, and they despised him, hated him, written him off as the villain in every history-or well, mythology- books. They didn't know that he never let his brother go into any size battle alone, or that he locked himself in his room when Odin fell, or all the times he had provided a good laugh or a light mood when Valhalla needed it.

Loki had been sitting alone for a long time, drinking the bitter yet satisfying drinks when a small gang of big thugs walked in loudly, sitting at a table close to the bar.

Thug 1: "Yeh seen that shabby old place! Tought an ole one lived 'ere."

Thug 2: "What's it matter? We looted that woman good!"

The third thug drunkenly listed the stuff they picked from the house, and Loki couldn't care or bare to hear more of their vulgar speech, but then the fourth guy spoke.

"Shoulda taken those wins and cakes too!"

"Madur! Y'er always hungreh!"

The gang laughed and drank, as Loki's eyes shrunk to the red. A circle of his finger over the beer mug turned the liquid into a camera per say, showing Loki the house he had been living in for the past month, except that it was empty and broken, barely hanging up. In one of the rooms upstairs lay the girl he had spent the last hours thinking of, her bleeding and broken, almost lifeless figure lying on the white blanket. The prince clasped his hands and rested down his forehead, swearing and cursing as the gang continued to gloat.

A whole 30 minutes later, the heavy gang slapped down uncounted currency and drunkenly walked out, hitting and punching each other, as a hooded figure followed them out, the empty bar behind him quickly became covered in ice.

**I HAVE NO ANTAGONISM OR RACISM TOWARDS NORDIC PEOPLE OR ANYONE ELSE WHO MAY BE OFFENDED, THIS IS JUST FOR STORY AND HOW THE BAD GUYS TALK.

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