*Angrboda sits opposite Sigyn, after taking a plate of meat out for the dogs* *Jormungandr has a rather significant bulge halfway down his body, which suggests he won’t have to eat for some time yet*
Be they hot or cold, passions always run high with regards to Loki, I have found. *small smile*
*she slurps at her own soup, seeming content to wait for Sigyn to tell her or ask her whatever it is she wishes*
*Eyes go wistful* Yes. *Blinks and shakes herself, returning to the present, her cheeks a little pink* Well the Midgardian view of him is certainly hot. I’m not sure if “passion” is the exact right term. But such things will pass. They have short memories. *shrugs*
I came to see you with the intention of doing you a kindness that I wish someone had thought to do for me. But Loki lives again, in a manner of speaking. He was returned to life as a child, and unless you knew him when he was younger than the age of twelve, he will not know you. Or your children.
*Hearing his name, Jormungandr lifts his massive head and gently nudges Sigyn in the side* *his tongue flicks out in greeting*
*Angrboda rolls her red eyes* He says your eyes are playing tricks on you. Also he appreciates the cowl but he grew out of it some time ago. *she collects two bowls from a nearby shelf and fills one, handing it to Sigyn* *The mixture inside is difficult to identify, but smells surprisingly savoury*
*Jormungandr makes a wuffing sound then lays his head back down, content and warm and unwilling to move further*
How are the boys? Do they mourn their father? *makes a face* Or celebrate him?
Oh! *smiles widely at Jormungandr and rubs the end of his nose affectionately* How good to see you! Ancestors, you have gotten so big. *sighs*If I tried to make you another cowl would outgrow it before I finished, I wager.
*accepts both, breathing in their scents deeply* Extremely kind. I forget how polite Aesir can be when they are not laying waste to my homeland.
*turns and puts the apples and lavender on a shelf, then indicates a seat for Sigyn* Do you hunger? I find traipsing about in the cold gives me a powerful appetite, and Jormungandr’s directions are sometimes a little… roundabout. *she smiles*
*her teeth have been filed to points - or perhaps that is how Jotun teeth are naturally* *in any case the effect is far from reassuring*
*Smiles a little* Yes, well. I was not consulted when that decision was made. *Ushers Theo out the door* Be nice. No fire. Fenrir could eat both you and Thori and I would not lift a finger to stop him.
Once I realized that I had to look at everything from a snake’s point of view the directions made much more sense. How is Jormungandr? He must have outgrown the last cowl I made for him ages ago.
*sits, arranging her skirts carefully* I would welcome a meal, thank you.
*Angrboda wipes her hands on a nearby towel, smiling to herself, then goes to the door and opens it*
*she looks at Sigyn for a long moment, face inscrutable*
*then she looks down at Theo and cocks her head* *what passes for her eyebrows creep up*
Sigyn Lannisdottir. *her voice is deep and gravelly, and she speaks with the hint of an accent* I would ask what brings you here but that would insult us both.
Come inside. I have prepared food. I believe there will be enough for your hound, if she does not mind sharing with Fenrir. *looks sternly at Theo* In the garden. Fenrir is too large for the living room these days.
*she steps aside to wave Sigyn in* *it is not immediately obvious that the colourful band - as thick as two humans - that wraps around the walls of the room is in fact, the body of Jormungandr, whose breath is loud enough to hear*
*his head rests on the floor near the door, his eyes closed, obviously sleeping*
*Blinks in surprise* I am. Lady Angrboda, I did not know you were expecting me. I would have hastened to be more… prompt? *winces*
*Theo yaps happily and wags her tail, hopping in circles and generalLy being happy because I AM DOG ON ADVENTURE I WILL MAKE FRIENDS WITH DOGPERSON*
*Sigyn glances down at Theo and shushes her* Yes, sorry. I was not planning on bringing my sons’ hound but she was anxious to join me. I will send her to the garden. *looks up and smiles a little* Fenrir has gotten so large? I have not seen him in years. I hope he is well.
*steps in to the hut and resolutely does not gawk, though she does glance about quickly trying to determine the source of the breathing sound*
I brought this, I hope you enjoy them. *Offers a sack of apples and a bouquet of dried lavender*
*in her hut in the outskirts of Jotunheim, far from the empty seat of Laufey’s now filled by a giant she does not even know, Angrboda hums under her breath as she stirs a pot of something unnamed. She is dressed skimpily, her blue limbs shining in the light of the fire*
*it’s not possible to tell her age - she is too much a frost giant for it to be written on her face in any way that someone other than a fellow giant could read* *diminutive, for one of her kind, her bald head is covered in tattoos and markings*
*She is quite fearsome to look upon*
*there is enough stew in the pot to feed herself, her sons, and a guest, and there is a place at the table for Sigyn when she turns up*
*there are some things the gift of prophecy are very useful for*
*Sigyn turns her hood up against the bone-chilling wind as she creeps silently along the outskirts, following Jormungandr’s description (though occasionally she is forced to crouch and look up from a snake’s perspective to determine whether or not she is following the right landmarks) until she finds the hut that she is reasonably certain belongs to the mother of Loki’s other children.*
*She pauses a moment to collect herself, her heart hammering in her chest. Her late husband never had much love lost between himself and the rest of his race. What manner of woman was she? She was forced to concede that there were too many unknowns. Her nerve failed, and she turned to go.*
*But then Theo began barking excitedly and coughing plumes of flame and it was no longer any secret that she was lingering outside the door like some weak willed salesperson.*
Well, then. *sighs* That will do, Theo. *knocks*
*Sigyn is not anxious to make the same mistake twice, and so spends the evening in private with her sons, informing them that she is to go to Jotunheim and carefully dealing with their worries and questions. They are not happy that she is going, but they are sulking instead of raging. She decides this is an improvement.*
*She rises early in the morning, just before dawn, bundles warmly in her winter furs from Asgard and packs gifts for Fenrir and Jormungandr and makes some guesses at things Angrboda might like, though she is starting to feel at something of a loss*
*She’s had more awkward conversations. She’s sure of it.*
*There just haven’t been that many*
*As she turns to go she is stopped by the hopeful whining of Theo, who helpfully carries her leash over to Sigyn and wags her tail expectantly*
You will freeze your footpads off, hound.
*Theo whines and headbutts her*
Fine. Fine. But you are wearing a sweater as well.
*And so, both bundled warmly, they set off for the realm of the ice giants*
*stands up, setting Thori on the grass firmly* I suspect my only compensation then will be that he will stuff my head so full it will burst. Which would be unpleasant for everyone concerned.
*bows to her, somewhat stiff with pride* Thank you for answering my questions, lady Sigyn.
*Takes a deep breath and sighs, sobering* Yes, that would defeat everybody’s purpose. Which is why I thought it might be worth mentioning to him. You are welcome, Prince Loki. Please forgive my ill manners. *gets up and brushes bits of grass off the back of her jeans before returning to her seat*
*smooths her hair and straightens her headpiece, sobering completely as she opens her notebook and resumes her work*
*frowns at her with the indignant rage only a twelve year old can muster* Yes. Well. I’m sure that’s extremely amusing for you. But Mr Lebeau gave me several books to study and the deep structures of a human brain aren’t fully developed until they’re twenty years of age so…
*Thori lets out a whuff of flame that is definitely his version of a stutter*
Hey, you’re supposed to be my dog.
*Takes a shivering breath and waves her hands at her face, forcing herself to calm* I know! I know, forgive me. I am sorry. I just… started imagining… stuffing… *chokes on a giggle* Forgive me. *clears her throat and is serious again* That is a very valid consideration. *purses lips* I wonder if he would listen.
*blinks at Thori and claps both hands over her mouth, her shoulders shaking as she squeezes her eyes shut*