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Sigrún wasn't a woman to toy with. Her bloodline came directly from the trickster Loki leaving her to be feared and respected by the Danes. She was the narrator of futures and the voice of the gods and with that, she made a living on being a fortune teller to make quick money.

Unbeknownst, to those around her, the rings she wore on her rings were gifts from Odin himself. The gods favor her so, that when they use her voice to communicate they pay for the toll it takes on her body.

The woman glided through the crowd with the air of a god, she smiled at those who cheered at her with drunk shouts. She sits next to the withered Dane lord with a nod and gathers her runes to begin the telling of fates. The son of the lord seemed reluctant, he watched in the corner as men approached her, his blonde hair covering his face from her sight. Sigrún cuts each man's palm to mix with her runes, her fingers blackened from the power the gods channel through her.

"Death by whore, quite the happy ending." She grins and the flames reflect the sharpened teeth that warn the man. She cleans the runes when the man throws insult after insult at her, she ignores him with a wicked smirk. She inhaled when a rush of power set her nerves on fire and she grinned at him."You will be visited by Loki tonight."

The son walked to her hesitantly as the angry man was shoved out of the hall, she watched the anxious boy with a raised eyebrow.

"Do you desire to know your fate?" She asked with a silky voice and leaned on the table, the son snarled at her.

"I will break your nose, bitch." She twirled her hair in her fingers and grinned slyly.

"I believe you should hear it." She insisted, when he made no more to leave or harm her she reached for his hand. The man gives her a cautious look and reluctantly hands it over, then cuts his palm and licks the leaking blood. "You will live an entire life, but you will be killed by the blood of Ragnar's sons. Deny this prophecy, you will die tomorrow." The man breaks her nose a moment later with a scowl, she laughs at him as blood covers her face.

He doesn't believe what she has told him.

A sudden white hot flash filled her body, she felt a gentle breeze caress her face and she knew Loki was not pleased with the harshness directed her way.

The following morning, the son was found dead. A poisonous snake emerged from his furs and bit him in the hand that had harmed her, killing him slowly. She smiled down at the serpent and held out her hand, the midnight-colored snake slithered up her arm and tightened its hold on her to avoid falling.

"My precious boy, mother is proud of you." She smiled softly at the creature when it leaned closer to lick her cheek, she turned to kiss its head and whistled a tune as she left the body to rot.

"You have cherished my gift." She felt the ghost of a hand graze her arm, she smiled when the voice whispered into her ear.

"Of course, I have. If was given to me by the trickster himself." She said with a smirk as Loki chuckled into her ear. She hadn't noticed that the forest around her changed to a burned field of ash and bones, she looked ahead and noticed Odin and his ravens sitting on a throne. The god leaned forward and with him thousands of dead Danes who dwell in Valhalla, he requests a telling of the future. She felt her eyes glaze over and her soul leave her body as he looked into it with cold eyes.

"The time of great warriors has come to an end, there will be one true leader of both Dane and Saxon. Poison flows in those most trusted, and family will begin to betray family. One will rise above all to claim his birthright, even though he is godless and abandoned by you." 

She crumbled to the ground gasping for air as her soul entered back into her body. Her serpent, Seidr, nuzzled against her neck to check on her, she leaned into Loki who glared sharply at Odin.

"Thank you, my dear. You will be rewarded greatly." Sigrún sees the illusion fade around her and she comes to the dark forest around her, laying in front of her is a staff, it was made with gold and bones. Upon holding it she realized the bones were from Odin's rib and she gasped from the power that gripped her soul. With a smirk, she used the staff to help her stand and headed deeper into the darkness, she knew where she must go.

She hissed when the darkness tried to tear at her protection wards but whoever the seer was, she was no match for her. She waved her hand to eradicate the spell and whispered an incantation to find the whereabouts. She frowned when she saw Uhtred, the chosen warrior, dying from a pathetic and jealous seer.

She knew what must be done. Protect Uhtred at all costs. And kill the bitch that dares to curse her new ward.