LEAVE âOH, ITâS YOU.â IN MY ASKBOXAnd Iâll generate a number from 1-12 to see what our muses get. 7. Your muse is sitting behind mine and has to get my characterâs attention by throwing balls of paper and paper planes and the back of my head, mine finally cracks.
Sigyn had promised Frigga she would spend the day helping the Great Mother train the young children of Asgard basic spells. It was a class that Frigga had only recently begun running when a few children had shown promise in the art of magic but since each child learned at a different pace and favoured different learning methods, Frigga had recruited Sigyn to aid her. Sigyn had always gotten on well with children, she was naturally maternal and so teaching them and having the patience to do so came easier to her which she suspected was why Frigga had chosen her as teaching aid.
Everything had been going smoothly until Loki had decided to sit in. At first, it had been fine and while Sigyn did not like ignoring the Prince, she had forced herself to so she was able to do the job she had been recruited to do. It was when he realised that she wasn't going to let him distract her that he started deliberately trying to do so.
Occasionally, a scrunched up ball of paper would hit her back, or one of the feathers that the children were practising levitating would find its way to the crook of her neck and tickle her, or even run along her spine and make her shudder. She tried her best to ignore it but eventually, it began to boil her blood as it was making it extremely difficult to focus on teaching. Eventually, she turned around, facing him with a glare that showed her annoyance.
"What!?" She snapped, demanding to know why he was so intent on getting her attention.