#astuciious

      ❛ I think only once did I scream before this FORM - ❜   there’s a careless slip of words from porcelain lips, gaze swiftly averting away as though she’s gained a sudden concern that he’s noticed the infamous CERULEAN in irises. she’s said too much, swift to arise to her feet as gown is adjusted to her frame ( though none were aboard the ship, she feels rather bad for the woman she sent away to nifleheim near nude ), one rather too large for her minuscule height. 

{❀} “It hardly seems fair to me that you’re the one who FAKES his death, but yet you’re FURIOUS that I’ve started a life on Midgard.” Sigyn remarked dryly, arching a dark brow as she poured steaming tea into two ornate mugs. She would remain calm, collected, despite the TORRENT of emotions she felt seeing him once more. Her London flat was clean and quaint, with a small balcony garden where she could tend to her flowers.

Finally settling, she pushed his cup towards him and sat across from him, leaning back in her chair to examine him. “You look well for having just RETURNED from the dead, husband.” She mused, offering only the smallest of smiles. It filled her with relief to note that he did seem healthy and safe. 

She may be FURIOUS with him, but at least he was alive. “How did you find me, hm? I don’t believe I left a note before I left.”

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            “Do you honestly think I am a person to fall for one of              your tricks, Loki?” Or did he forget who it was that taught             him? “You can lie and act to me, but I know better than              to call it truth.”