Meeting || Loki & Sigyn
The second prince of Asgard found himself sitting behind one of the numerous pillars that were bordering the broad corridor, floor and walls illuminated by golden light, a slight breeze brushing through his ebony locks, refreshing the strands and giving them a healthy movement. The air surrounding him was not too hot and not too cold, the voices of the servants that dared to pass him were not ass annoying as usually…yes, it was indeed a good day one could have said. Not so for Loki, who had been released from his prison only days ago but was still bound to his shackles like an animal. The chains were crafted with runes, restraining his magic. The fact made the trickster scoff bitterly. Without his magic the Allfather might as well have left him in the cell…what use did physical freedom hold for him if he was not free enough to dwell in the essence of his very being?
The prince shook his head, taking a book that had been placed next to his lap before, pale slender fingers whispered through his black hair. Prison left its marks on the trickster, the most obvious being the slight pain in his forest green eyes but apart from that he was his handsome self with high cheekbones, pale skin, sharp features, grace in even the slightest of movements…yes, prince Loki was indeed a sight. Most however, never dared to see past the upper layer, mostly because there was no one the adopted god would have allowed to glance past his sleek self, no one he would let step closer to his wretched heart…only his mother, only Frigga, she knew. She knew her son better than anyone else and- No, Loki refused to think further, certain that it would bring only more pain to his already tortured mind so he simply leaned back against the pillar once more, crossed one leg over the other –the shackles chimming against one another with every move he made- and drowned in his reading, unaware of the blonde woman walking down the hall in his direction.