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Yes, he understood that his life as a Prince of Asgard came with duties and responsibilities and many of both. But it was all too easy for him to see Thor being allowed to escape those same duties and responsibilities time and again and to question why he was being forced into this cage.
If one were to hear his thoughts on his brother, one might easily believe that Loki hated Thor. Nothing could be further from the truth. Except in one particular matter, he wished his brother nothing but good health and every blessing that accompanied it.
Of course, now another looked set to divide them. As he spoke the names of the woman Father had suggested, Loki could see the shock in Mother's eyes at the first one he named.
And, indeed, Odin's wisdom had failed him in that. If there were anything guaranteed to harden Loki's heart against marriage, it had been the choice of Sif as the first suggestion.
He had too much control to shout at Odin, having seen just how that ended for Thor and loving his father too much, but it had not been a good first choice.
Amora had been better, but Loki had no wish to wed her either, albeit for different reasons. They were too much alike. The Enchantress had been his childhood partner in much mischief and he valued her friendship and her advice.
But he did not wish to make her his wife. Besides, while they might be friends, in the matter of marriage, she had her eyes set on Thor. Mother of course had that irritating ability to see through his defences and shields.
He might be named Loki the Deceiver behind his back by Thor's 'friends', or Loki Lie-Smith, but he had rarely if ever been able to deceive his mother in any matter.
The tone she took, one that reminded him that she still cared for his well-being, aided her too, soothing his hurt and indignation.
Still, she did not seem to grasp the full extent of the situation in which he found himself. Restlessly, his eyes darted around the chamber, rarely resting on anything for long.
He remembered her. It had been a while since they had last spoken, the final sorcery lesson he had given her, but Loki still remembered her kindly, if not with affection.
But the 'dear' had slipped from his lips unintended, and he looked away quickly. My choices are There had been the discussion of Loki's choice and the All-Father had been adamant that his son choose a woman of his station, but she had thought she had worn down his position on the subject.
It would be preferred, but Frigga knew her son well enough to be able to guess his dislike of most of the women he was offered.
She had hoped for Amora to know his heart, her position and friendship with him both in high standing. Skadi was another choice, though she was less fond of the option.
The woman was strong, yes, but her independence was almost overpowering and Frigga found herself worrying for her quiet son in that situation. There was no doubt he could hold his own, but she would prefer a more feminine touch to help bring him out of his own mind instead of drive him towards further exile.
She understood the choice as he saw it and that was why she was so adamantly on his side when it came to finding a bride he would be able to respect.
As he gestured through the room, she honestly found herself shocked he even mentioned Sigyn sitting quietly across from them.
She turned her head to follow his movement, caught sight of the shock that spread over the young woman's face at his words and then the quickness to hide the blush that spread through her pale cheeks by staring down at the sewing in her lap.
Frigga smiled softly, now interested in what her son had meant and intrigued by her handmaiden's reaction. Turning her gaze back to Loki but keeping Sigyn just at the edge of her vision, she let her small smile fall away for a moment.
The All-Father has his vision, but your Mother has her own as well," the smile she cast towards him now was fond, the small knowing smile she shared with her sons when she faced their father's will on their behalf and knew she could win.
She did not readily go against her husband, but there were matters she understood about her sons far better than he ever could.
It was part of being a mother and being there to observe them in all they did from their infancy, "Tell me more of what you expect.
Intelligence like that of my Sigyn? If anything at all could be said about this conversation, it was that it was rife with shocking news for the young girl.
She had been listening, her eyes flickering between the Queen and the Prince while hoping neither would look her way. There had been nothing unexpected in Loki being told to marry within the nobility.
That was something she was sure most took for granted. There had been nothing truly unexpected in his opinions of the women mentioned, and she had taken some satisfaction in that though she did not want him to be miserable.
Yet, there had been nothing in their words that truly surprised her until those eyes flickered to her and he raised that slender finger in her direction and spoke her name.
He had quickly looked away, and for a moment she was too shocked to move. Her blue eyes had widened, a quick feeling of fear being replaced by a giddy delight that welled up in her chest and spread a blush across her cheeks.
He remembered her intelligence, her name, and she had not missed the affectionate term placed before it. She was shocked, yet pleased, a small smile playing across her full lips before she caught the eyes of her Queen on her.
Ashamed of her reaction and fearing that Frigga would not look kindly upon it, she turned her attention back to her lap, wishing her hair was not pulled back so that it would fall around her in a curtain to hide the smile that still had not left her face.
Pretending to be occupied now, she listened intently to what was being said, relieved as Frigga did not seem offended by her lack of propriety.
In normal situations, there was very little that escaped Loki's keen eye in a conversation. He would note every word and turn of phrase, every pause and emphasis, every flicker of interest and every concealed blush.
It was true that often he would twist it all in his mind to the worst meaning but that did not mean that Loki overlooked any details.
He knew how to decipher nearly any expression, any trickery or any falsehood — for who knew the tricks of lying better than a master of the art.
Thor might be open and forthcoming, but the dark younger Prince hid his feelings behind masks and deceits and rarely if ever did he simply come forward and state what he felt on any given matter, preferring to see what the others might say before he revealed his counsel.
Of course, this was hardly a common situation and, so, perhaps it was understandable that Loki's usually sharp gaze left Sigyn a moment too soon, before he could see the way her eyes had widened, the blush that spread across her cheeks or the demure way that she had glanced down.
Instead, his eyes had returned to Mother, seeking her reaction, before his gaze flickered away in search of anything else on which to fix his attention.
So, not only did the Prince miss the girl's reaction, but also that of Frigga. Still, it allowed him to fix the sardonic look of amusement that was his usual expression when he expected to be faced with bad news, as if laughing at the world would blunt the sting of it.
Both brothers could be emotional, but while Thor's anger was loud and thunderous as befitted his place, Loki's was equally loud but often marked with tears and sharp words of scorn.
Here and now, he had mastered his emotions and his face was smooth as he looked back to Mother. She assured him that his choice was not so limited and that traitorous hope took hold of his heart again for a moment, before he ignored it.
Regardless of what Frigga might say, there were only so many women in Asgard that he could wed, no matter what Odin might permit.
Before he was allowed to dwell on that, however, Mother continued, her fond smile drawing a small, uncertain, almost reluctant twitch of the lip from Loki, who wished he could stand and pace.
As he was asked what more he would want from a wife beyond intelligence, the Prince frowned thoughtfully. It was not a topic that he had given much Intelligence, that was important What else?
An old memory came to mind as he sat there, from years before. It had been during their time at the academy. He had been older, but it was not so large a place that even he was not vaguely aware of how the students treated the one dark haired girl amidst the mass of blondes.
He had even vaguely admired her resolve. And then one day, Loki had happened to pass her on his way to the library, her hair dyed blonde to match the rest.
He had paused, for a moment, examining it, before he had casually told Sigyn that it suited her better black.
The next time they met, her hair was its old shade of raven-black and he had nodded approvingly. It truly did suit her better dark. He returned to the present, blinking away the memories of the past.
And loyalty. He had said it. Frigga did not bother to hide the wide smile that spread across her face as she noticed Loki's eyes returning to Sigyn as he spoke.
Her quiet, secretive son had given his emotions away in that action, despite what she assumed was his wish to keep it all private.
Perhaps he was not even aware of the emotion, but Frigga knew enough of these matters that she could recognize it when it was presented to her.
His words told much of what he was looking for, of course, but it was his eyes that had given him away. Sigyn, when Frigga turned her attention to the girl, was still staring at her hands, though the flush of her blush had reached her ears and ran down her neck.
There was a tiny smile on her face, a pleased expression Frigga had not seen often on the serious young girl. That there was attraction between them was obvious, and in that moment Frigga decided she was well pleased with such a match.
Sigyn had come to her when she had left the academy, a quiet, pretty young thing that, though not talkative provided a constant companionship that the Queen enjoyed.
Perhaps she reminded her of Loki, a dark haired child who only used words when there was something important to say. Though she was not unkind, she did not speak often to the other girls, and Frigga found herself talking to Sigyn when she had sent all the others away.
Sigyn stayed, always stayed even when told the Queen did not need her there for protection, and that loyalty was a comfort to her.
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However you count it What Is a 'Pyrrhic Victory'? High says that Odin sent the gods to gather the children and bring them to him.
Upon their arrival, Odin threw Jörmungandr into "that deep sea that lies round all lands", and then threw Hel into Niflheim , and bestowed upon her authority over nine worlds.
The gods noticed that Fenrir was growing rapidly every day, and since all prophecies foretold that Fenrir was destined to cause them harm, the gods formed a plan.
The gods prepared three fetters : The first, greatly strong, was called Leyding. They brought Leyding to Fenrir and suggested that the wolf try his strength with it.
Fenrir judged that it was not beyond his strength, and so let the gods do what they wanted with it. At Fenrir's first kick the bind snapped, and Fenrir loosened himself from Leyding.
The gods made a second fetter, twice as strong, and named it Dromi. The gods asked Fenrir to try the new fetter, and that should he break this feat of engineering, Fenrir would achieve great fame for his strength.
Fenrir considered that the fetter was very strong, yet also that his strength had grown since he broke Leyding, yet that he would have to take some risks if he were to become famous.
Fenrir allowed them to place the fetter. High says that, as a result, to "loose from Leyding" or to "strike out of Dromi" have become sayings for when something is achieved with great effort.
The dwarves constructed Gleipnir from six mythical ingredients. After an exchange between Gangleri and High, High continues that the fetter was smooth and soft as a silken ribbon, yet strong and firm.
However, they said that Fenrir would be able to tear it, to which Fenrir replied:. Fenrir responded:.
I am reluctant to have this band put on me. But rather than that you question my courage, let someone put his hand in my mouth as a pledge that this is done in good faith.
When Fenrir kicked, Gleipnir caught tightly, and the more Fenrir struggled, the stronger the band grew. When the gods knew that Fenrir was fully bound, they took a cord called Gelgja Old Norse "fetter"  hanging from Gleipnir , inserted the cord through a large stone slab called Gjöll Old Norse "scream" ,  and the gods fastened the stone slab deep into the ground.
After, the gods took a great rock called Thviti Old Norse "hitter, batterer" ,  and thrust it even further into the ground as an anchoring peg.
Fenrir reacted violently; he opened his jaws very wide, and tried to bite the gods. Then the gods thrust a sword into his mouth.
Its hilt touched the lower jaw and its point the upper one; by means of it the jaws of the wolf were spread apart and the wolf gagged.
Back then he didn't care if he made her laugh or cry just as long as she looked at him. I admit, I may have had too much wine tonight but I thought I'd give it a try, you know in case you liked it.
It was an innocent gesture but Loki suddenly couldn't stop thinking about the Vanir spell book he kept hidden under his mattress.
The banquet was drawing to a close but a few guests still remained. His father had thrown the feast to celebrate Thor's first victory in battle.
He hadn't wanted anyone to see how jealous he was feeling. That hateful part of him had wanted to turn the wine into vinegar or make the suckling pig dance across the table, nothing too horrible, just something to give the ladies a fright.
Then she had arrived, and any thoughts of mischief making disappeared from his mind. Not only that but she had been seated next to him.
Such opportunities didn't come along very often. She had been shy around him at first, not really knowing what to talk about beyond the ordinary pleasantries.
She had confessed that this was the first time she had been deemed old enough to be invited to this kind of gathering.
He had boasted about all the feasts he had attended and disrupted with his pranks even though he wasn't that much older than her to begin with.
As the wine had started flowing their conversations became easier and he became bolder as Sigyn began to giggle at his jokes.
We don't see nearly enough of you, Sigyn. I couldn't think of a more wretched existence. Let me know if you ever need rescuing.
In hindsight he should have noticed the she shadow of worry that flickered across her face when she told him.
He should have realised that Odin was not simply inviting her to stay in their home as a gesture of good will. Sigyn was being moved so that the Allfather could keep his eye on her, pun intended.
She must have done something to make her a person of interest as he would later learn that her role as a lady in waiting was only a cover and that Sigyn was unofficially under house arrest.
But at the time he was only thinking of wooing her. He glanced around the hall. Thor and the Warriors Three were in full drinking song mode, except Hogun of course.Disruption Get an Invitation. The fact that Tacitus names two divinities to whom the enemy's army was consecrated He was a warrior, a fighter, and while Loki knew that Thor would make a great general one day, Thor as King of Asgard would be a disaster. It would be best for all if Loki took their father's throne, for Thor and Asgard both, before he engulfed them in a war with the other eight realms. “Incantation-fetter. An incantation is a spell, like magic, and a fetter is like a shackle.” The present-day Sigyn re-experiencing this, lying in a field totally immobile, saw, as her childhood eyes did, a brief shot of Disney’s Robin Hood ; that was where her six-year-old mind knew shackles from. Caster's true identity is Loki, the God of Mischief and Fire in Norse Mythology, the half brother of Thor, the God of Thunder and Lightning, and Brynhildr, one of the most prominent Valkyrie, and the adoptive son of Odin, the All-Father, and Joro, the Personification of the Earth. He is the blood-related son of Farbauti and Laufey and the. On that occasion Freyja served him beer from Thor's horn. Once drunk, Hrungnir boasted of his plan to carry off Freyja, the sun and the moon, until Thor arrived and challenged him to a duel. The same giant is identified as the "robber of Thrud", Thor's daughter in the skaldic poem Þórsdrapa Asgard’s treasures were either freely wielded, like that gaudy hammer of Thor’s, or held in the armoury, being far too dangerous for perusal by the general public. True, the Royal Library could be accessed by anyone who sought Frigga’s – and now, he supposed with a dull pain in his chest, his – permission, but that was usually for.