Thunder rumbled across the darkened sky. 

Rain fell down in sheets, drenching Prince Loki's fine head of raven hair.

The knife laid heavily in his palm, and he frowned as he plodded on through the thick mud. 

He was in the forest but the pines gave little shelter under the weight of the rain. 

Lightning flashed and illuminated the campsite as Loki slipped behind a tree, listening to voices in the camp.

"I shall see you in the morn."

"Aye, Goodnight Theoric." A lower voice ground out. 

"Goodnight Iwaldi." The other man echoed awkwardly, ducking into his tent.

Loki rested against the tree till the fire had gone out.

Then slinking out of the shadows he slogged through the mud. The sound of the rain and thunder easily masking the sound of his squishy footsteps. He took a shuddering breath.

"For Sigyn." He reminded himself softly, as he neared Theoric's tent.

He took a gulp of the fresh air, and steeled himself as he moved back the tent's flap. 

"What is it Iwaldi?" Theoric asked as he took his sword and tossed it on a hastily made bedroll.

Loki froze in the doorway of the tent, terrified of what he was going to do. 

Theoric turned around, his face turning murderous as his eyes lit on Loki.

"Loki? Why are you here?" Theoric spat.

"I'm here on behalf of Sigyn." Loki replied putting on a brave face.

"Oh is that so?" Theoric asked pulling himself up to his full height. 

"Yes. Regrettably she has decided to decline your offer of marriage." Loki quipped.

"Is that so?" Theoric asked, his eyes flickering over to his sword.

"She will be marrying me instead." Loki snarled. 

Theoric lunged for his sword bringing it up to Loki's knife. The metal clanged as Theoric leaned against the bed.

"This is for Sigyn." Loki spoke as he produced another knife in his other hand and plunged it into Theoric's heart.

Theoric's eyes widened.

Loki's eyes widened, as his throat closed off. His hands shook as he watched Theoric hit the ground.

Thunderstruck. 

Thunder struck nearby, 

shaking the ground, 

pulling Loki back to reality. 

Loki grabbed Theoric, and hefted him over his shoulder and out of the tent. 

Loki struggled against the weight of the man on his shoulder, and the squelching mud, plodding determinedly into the forest again.

His raven hair was stuck to his head and the back of his neck. Soaked by the rain that fell in torrents.

But he reminded himself. This task would not complete itself.

He magicked up a shovel and began the hard labor of digging a grave.

ssshk

ssshk

After several tense minutes the earth finally had a hole large enough to accommodate her new guest.

"I am sorry you know." Loki said as he drug the body into its place. 

"But it was you or me." He lamented. 

He scraped the dirt back onto his victim and tried to quell his nervous stomach and racing mind. 

Another few minutes later the ground was left unscarred (By the help of Loki's magic).

With a guilty soul Loki headed back to the camp. 

He didn't notice however,

A gleaming, golden, pair of eyes, watching him through the darkness. 

(A/N: Hey guys. I hope you are enjoying this. Even though this chapter was a bit dark. I'm sorry for that and I hope you all understand that I'm doing this for plot reasons and also because this is what happens in the myths. So that being said if you need to talk let me know...)