I trudged through the underbrush, pushing tree branches out of my way.

I was lost in my thoughts. If Loki, prince of Asgard was indeed who he said he was. We were in grave danger... Because what could be so awful that this man came to warn us? 

There was only one plausible explanation. We were going to be attacked. And not by something we could handle...

I shot a look back at the prince, his raven black hair was neatly slicked back and his green robes fit him nicely. His hands were soft and lacked callouses. Unlike his attitude that was all fake bravado. 

I looked back to the path, the hill that stood before the village growing nearer.

"So Sigyn... do you come here often?" Loki smirked. I glared at him in response. "... I mean, you live in this village correct?" He caught himself, as we paused at the top of the hill. 

"What's it to you?" I growled, walking quickly away from him again. 

"I need to know that I can trust you. I just want to make sure you won't blab this to just anyone." Loki replied. 

I stop causing him to bump into me.

"So you assume that just because I am a woman I am a busy body?" I exclaim spinning around to glare at him. He smiles at me realizing he had gotten under my skin.

"Does that bother you?" He asked, cocking his head to the side and looking me up and down.

"A wolf does not lose sleep over the opinion of sheep."
I reply shortly, and continue walking to the village.

I hear his boots crunching on the dry grass behind me.

Suddenly he remarks. "You know, I'm getting bored of walking, let's teleport!"

"Let's what?" I ask turning around to meet his mischievous grin. 

Suddenly he takes me in his arms. My arms against his chest. Before I have to time to slap him, my stomach flips over and I feel like I'm dangling upside down. I open my eyes and we are standing in the front of my house. Solid ground under our feet again.

we are in front of my house, the grand log cabin spreading out before us. My eyes flicker up to Loki his eyes are a twinkling green. 

"Sigyn?!" Theoric my betrothed gasps, as he walks around the corner my father close behind. 

As soon as I get my bearings, I shove myself off of Loki and slap him in the face.

"What in Valhalla are you doing to my daughter!" My father Iwaldi asks walking up to us, axe in hand.

"Let me explain myself," Loki says with a bow. " I am Loki of Asgard and I come bearing grave news. You are the chief I presume?" He smiles charmingly.

"Yes." My father barks, glaring at the silver tongued stranger. The grip on his axe tightening. 

"And Sigyn is your daughter, how fortunate!... That I should meet her I mean!" Loki stumbles over his words. 

I glance sideways at him.

"May we speak in private sir?" Loki asks with a glance toward Theoric and I. 

"Sure, Sigyn come!" My father replies gruffly. 

I look at Theoric apologetically, and follow my father and Loki into the cabin.