Not to be Trifled With || Friday the 13th Event
Friday the 13th, the mortals called it an “unholy” day. Though it seemed that any spiritual connotation that had gone with the holiday had vanished over the years. Now, it was just a day people joked about. However on this Friday the 13th it seemed like the past had transported into the present. Sigyn had felt it right away the gates of Hell had been thrown open and all sorts of creatures came poring out. London went to chaos a mere moments later. Acting quickly, Sigyn wove enchantments around the little coffee shop protecting it from the attention of anyone with ill intentions.
As the day dragged on, Sigyn stayed quietly in her shop waiting for Loki to appear or for things to die down enough for her to go out and track him down. Neither event was meant to be. To Sigyn’s alarm the door opened.
“Aren’t dark elves supposed to be dead?” She asked, her eyes narrowed as the five elves walked in. Under normal circumstances, no one should have been able to break Sigyn’s enchantment. But Sigyn ran her enchantment at lower power so that Loki could get through. Sigyn realized now that she had left it too weak.
“Some of the demons,” leered the leader of the group, “Opened the door for us.”
“That still leaves a lot of questions,” Sigyn responded cooly.
“Perhaps, little one, but we have not come to answer your questions but have you answer our questions,” the leader sneered, leaning forward onto Sigyn’s counter.
“Why would I answer any of your questions?” Sigyn asked stiffly.
All of the dark elves but the leader unsheathed their weapons, “I see your point,” Sigyn answered lamely, with the pun intentional.
“Clever, like your husband. Tell me, little princess, where he is?”
“Which one?” Sigyn quipped, “It seems like there are so many Lokis these days, just wondering about. I don’t know to which you refer.”
The leader banged his fist against the table and Sigyn faked a jump, letting him think he intimidated her, “There are only two Lokis. Do not play games with me, little princess! You are not as skilled as your husband! You will tell us the location of both! Both are worth a pretty price.”
Sigyn’s eyes narrowed. Like Hel she was giving them any information. Did they think her so weak that a handful of dark elves would frighten her? As if sensing her unwillingness the largest of the dark elves approached her menacingly, towering over the little goddess.
Sigyn quivered, “Swear not to harm me.” Her eyes fixing on the large dark elf.
The leader nodded his head and the large dark elf responded, “I will not harm you, little godling.”
Sigyn’s lips pulled up and the counter between them exploded, sending the elves flying back but leaving Sigyn unharmed.
“You broke your word!” Exclaimed the first dark elf to spring to his feet.
“Wrong, I made you no promises,” Sigyn sneered.
The large dark elf howled and charged only to fall at her feet writhing in pain, “Were you honestly about to break your work to the goddess of loyalty? I am the Incantation Fetter. No one breaks their oath to me and lives.”
All of the elves hesitated to attack the goddess as they watched their strongest member choke on his own breath.
“Now,” Sigyn announced, a terrifying grin upon her pink lips, “A real deal can be proposed.”
“What do you propose, my princess?” the leader asked with strained politeness.
“You will go back to whatever hole you crawled up from.”
“And what will you give us in exchange?” The leader asked in the same strained voice.
“Your lives. And I’d hurry and decide. Your friend as moments before the breath in his lungs strangles him.”
The leader snarled, “They have a little girl fighting their battles now?” He taunted.
“No, I just make sure only people worth their time contact them,” She grinned, responding to his taunt with a taunt of her own. These elves really were nothing but Sigyn was unwilling to let them anywhere near her husband or her friend. It was not in her nature.
“We will not be driven away by Loki’s child-bride! If we have to make you tell us by force, we shall! Attack!”
The dark elves lunged forward and Sigyn stepped back, chanting a spell under her breath. Before the dark elves reached her, Sigyn’s spell came into a effect. They froze in confusion. Their steps made no noise and fell slowly. When they looked to each-other and asked what had happened, no noise came from their lips though their mouths moved.
Sigyn, still able to hear, ran past them. The elves did not notice Sigyn’s movements without their hearing and only one spotted her out of the corner of his eye as she rushed away. He took off after her, catching the attention of his comrades who followed in his wake.
Sigyn was across the street before the dark elf caught her. His arms wrapped around her wrist and he threw her against the wall of a building. Sigyn screamed in pain as she felt every bone in her wrist shatter. He lifted her off the ground by her broken wrist and leered at her in victory. His other hand grabbed her neck and began to choke her. Sigyn kicked weakly, seeing stars as the oxygen was kept from her lungs. Technically, Sigyn did not need air to breath but she had been breathing air her entire life. It would not kill her but it would knock her out until her body adjusted. Sigyn did not want to be unconscious in the presence of these creatures. Her fingers fumbled and pressed forward blindly until they came in contact with her attacker’s face.
Suddenly all the sound came back to him with magnified force. He shook violently and dropped her. Sigyn fell in a pile and the elf followed her. He rolled on the ground clutching his ears. Sigyn lay beside him, watching with unfeeling eyes. His ears began to drip blood and then he ceased to move. Sigyn crawled to her feet and saw the dark elves. Their eyes were wide with terror as they witnessed the death of their companion.
Even deaf as they were they charged her with vigor. Their movements were sloppily and unorganized as they lacked all ability to keep balance for long or communicate their battle plans amongst each other. Two stumbled into each other and fell, so that only one of the elves reached Sigyn. He lunged at her with his sword and Sigyn jumped out of the way easily.
Sigyn’s eyes darted to the two dark elves who were slowly rising to their feet. She kicked a pebble hard at the light post near them. The pebble flew through the light post, causing the post to tumble down, pinning the two elves to the ground.
The elf battling her lunged forward again, not noticing the outcome of Sigyn’s kick. Sigyn narrowly evaded again. She jumped forward and grasp his hand holding the sword with her own, keeping him from driving it through her. They struggled for a few moments and then Sigyn widened her green eyes. Her golden magic flooded her eyes and her green eyes turned as white as moonstones, even her pupils faded. Whatever the dark elf saw reflecting in her eyes, for even Sigyn did not know, he let out a soundless scream and fell back.
Sigyn’s eyes returned to normal and she dashed forward. Her foot came down on his neck, snapping it. She turned to the dark elves who had just lifted the lamp post off of themselves. With a snap of her unbroken hand the electric wires went off and electrocuted the dark elves. They fell to the ground dead.
Sigyn shook her head, “You’d think they’d learn...” She sighed, cradling her broken wrist against her chest. The streets were empty, of course they're empty when I needed them to be empty a few minutes ago... Sigyn grumbled before noticing that the streets weren't entirely empty. One person, besides herself and the dead bodies of the elves, stood in the street, "Oh..." Sigyn gaped in surprise, wondering how much they saw and what she was supposed to do now.
