Loki looked impressed. No wonder she could truename so much stronger than the other fae. "Are you the only one with that power?" he asked. He was always so curious and that didn't change now.

Sig nodded. "I am, which makes it more dangerous when I truename things and when oaths are sworn in my presence,"

"Why is that?"

She paused and considered how to best explain that. "Well, I can identify anyone and anything's truename, which is dangerous enough, since that gives me at least some power over that being, as you saw me do to Jareth," Loki was nodding along, so she continued. "The other thing very, very few people know I can do and it takes a lot of power to do so, but I can change something's true name, change their nature entirely," she told him softly, sharing one of her secrets with him. No one outside of Underhill knew she could do that and she wanted to keep it that way.

Loki's brows furrowed in confusion and disbelief. "Change their nature? That shouldn't be possible," he protested.

"And yet, I can," she told him with a shrug. "I've only done it a couple of times, and it's not something to be done lightly, especially since it takes a lot of power to do, but I can,"

"That is quite impressive," Loki commented and thought it over before he found his next question. "What natures have you changed?" he asked gently, feeling that it might not be an easy story.

She sighed before she started, but she had agreed to answer questions, and she wouldn't hide her past from him. "Once by accident when I was a child, I changed the nature of one of the hunt hounds so it would be my friend instead of the savage hunter it was being trained to be. I didn't understand what it was I'd done at the time," she explained. Loki nodded. Accidental magic among children was common and understood. She hesitated before she continued. "The other time, I'm not proud of...," she told him softly, letting him know how difficult this story would be to tell.

"Tell me when you're ready, darling. I won't force you into anything," he reassured her quickly, making sure she knew that he wouldn't force or pressure her to tell him things that she wasn't ready to. He was here to support her, not pressure her.

She sighed, but pressed on. "It was when I was being evaluated for my place in the court when I came of age. One of the gray ladies had an evening with one of the lords of the unseelie court and her child wasn't up to seelie perfection. She claimed she had been unable to see through his illusion, but that didn't change that the child was born covered in feathers. I was told to change the child's nature to fit the standards of the seelie court or she would be killed for her imperfection," she told Loki, admitting what she'd done with sorrow in her tone. She hadn't wanted to change her nature, but there had been no choice.

"What happened?" he pressed gently.

"I gave the child a new truename," she told him simply. She'd changed her to be seelie perfect as required. It had been the only way to save her life. "The last time I saw her, she was a toddler with bright gold hair and eyes," she told him, then sighed. "Her mother catches her staring longingly at the sky though and I know I took it from that girl. She will never fly, because of my meddling," she told him softly, sorrow haunting her eyes at what she had done, though it was awhile ago.

"I'm sorry, love," Loki told her gently, pulling her into his arms.

Sig let him, accepting the comfort he offered. "As I said, I'm not proud of it, but it was a choice between changing her nature or letting her be killed. I made the only choice I could," she said with a hitch in her voice. It had been a difficult decision at best and she knew she cost the girl her wings and stripped the sky from her.

"I understand, darling," she heard his own haunted past in his words. "Some choices are not easy but they must be made," he told her gently.

She nodded, glad that he understood, though she wouldn't press him for the details on how. He would tell her when he was ready. "The oath thing can have some interesting results depending on my mood. I've had to witness thousands of weddings since coming into my dominion. Needless to say couples who vow to remain faithful in my presence, will remain faithful," she told him with a smirk and mischief in her eyes. The fae weren't known for their fidelity.

"That's amazing," Loki told her, sounding truly impressed.

She nodded. "But it takes a touch of power and me actually feeling like enforcing the oaths, so normal everyday promises are usually safe in my presence. Usually,"

"So I should be careful what oaths I make in her presence?" he teased.

"You're safe. I like you too much. The moron who cheated on his girlfriend and swore to eat a million beetles to prove himself to her should have been more careful who was in the room when he made that oath..." she laughed at the old memory.

Loki's eyebrows shot up in shock. "Oh wow. Note to self: never piss off Sigyn," he teased, laughing at the poor fool's misfortune.

She giggled. "You're just now figuring that out?" she asked him just as teasingly.

"No, but that really brings it to the forefront. You can be terrifying when you want to be," he was teasing, but also shocked and awed that she'd done that to someone.

"It's not my fault he swore to eat a million beetles!" she protested indignantly.

Loki laughed. "Did you stay and watch him follow through?" He asked, genuinely curious as to what had become of the man who had vexed Sig.

She laughed. "That was a hundred years ago. I think he's still working on it. He was halfway through last I heard,"

"Wow. And the girl? Has she stuck around?"

"Hell no. She was never going to forgive him anyway," she said with a shrug. He'd been moronic to think she would.

"What an idiot. And now he's stuck eating beetles for a few centuries," Loki mused.

She laughed. "So he is. Maybe he'll learn not to cheat again when another girl deigns to allow him to court her,"

"If that ever happens. I'm sure rumors have spread about his infidelity,"

"They have. He keeps having to explain why he's eating beetles, and the fae can't lie," she reminded him. Sig was among the exceptions to that rule and she couldn't lie well at all. "The court also learned to watch who was in the room before making rash promises. I may have enforced some just because they sounded like fun..." she added with a hint of mischief in her voice.

He grinned childishly. He loved mischief after all. It was in his nature. "Tell me about them? I love a little mischief,"

"A young lordling promised to profess his love for his lady in front of the entire court. He had no intention of actually doing so and was just saying the words as romantic fluff," she giggled at the memory. "The poetry he read her was awful and the queen was livid at being interrupted by a lordling demanding he be allowed to recite poetry for his lady," she told him as she laughed over it.

Loki joined in her laughter. "He must have been so embarrassed,"

"So very, very embarrassed," she agreed. "And then he was scolded by the queen for making such a rash promise in the first place,"

"Especially with you present,"

She nodded, then smirked when she thought of something. "You're not going to warn the warrior boys about that skill of mine, are you?" she teased.

"Not a chance," he replied with a smirk of his own.

She giggled. "Wonder what stupid thing Fandral's going to say," she paused. "Or what stupid thing you're going to goad him into saying," she corrected herself quickly.

Loki chuckled. "It could be anything. That man is the definition of the word imbecile,"

She paused in her laughter. "Hopefully it's not something Mama Frigga will be too upset with me for enforcing," no one wanted to upset Mama Frigga.

"Don't worry, love. I wouldn't do anything to get you in trouble with Mother,"

"No, but Fandral might. I think he's offended I'm not swooning over him like the feather brained noble ladies," she made a face, letting him know exactly what she thought of that behavior. She wasn't one to swoon and she liked to believe that she wasn't one of the feather brained noble ladies who Loki so despised.

"I would agree. Though the noble ladies love the attention,"

She rolled her eyes. "He's annoying and as featherbrained as the rest of them. Not my type," she made another face to solidify that point.

"I agree. I can barely stand being in his presence for a long period of time without wanting to smite him where he stands," Loki grumbled. He hated Thor's moronic friends. With the exception of Sif.

"Or drug him with fairy wine?" she teased with a grin.

He chuckled. "Or that,"

"Speaking of, did you want to try it?" she asked as she summoned the bottle. The magic in the wine would help her recover. It wouldn't help much, but any little bit was helpful, especially with how worried Loki was.

Loki looked interested. He was curious about everything, including the magic wine. "Sure," he agreed.

Sig nodded and looked him over, gauging him and his magic before carefully pouring out a small glass. She handed the glass over to him and poured a much larger wine glass for herself. The wine wouldn't hurt her and if Loki was careful, it wouldn't hurt him. He took a small sip and she saw in his eyes that it was the sweetest, most delicious wine he'd ever tasted. On top of that it was mixed with magic, making it even better. Loki hmmed in pleasure over it. "That is exquisite," he purred

She nodded and sipped on her own wine. "That it is," she agreed.

Loki looked concerned as he took another sip. "How dangerous is this wine?"

"You saw what it did to the morons," she reminded him. "It's dangerous, especially to those without magic. It's easy for them to get drunk on it, or addicted to the magic within it. It's also easy to influence them while they're drunk on it. They'll follow whatever orders are given to them,"

He blinked and she saw his worry. "And to those with magic?" he asked, concerned, though he knew she wouldn't hurt him, the concern was still there.

"Don't fret, love. I wouldn't give you anything that would hurt you. You'll be fine as long as you don't drink too much of it. And it replenishes magic. Worst it'll do to a fae is get us drunk," she added before he could ask if she was in any danger from it.

He seemed relieved but still said: "I know. I trust you,"