Typical that Sif would think the circumstances revolved around herself, Sigyn thought with a twinge of bitterness. In a way, it would be easy for Sigyn to blame Sif for this marriage. If not for Sif's great vanity, Loki the Trickster might not have been tempted to the mischief which had enraged the Aesir so. According to Freya, Loki had crept into Sif's bed chamber while Thor was away. There, the Trickster had hacked awy her long, beautiful hair which had been like a river of pure gold. Sif's screams of horror had resounded throughout Asgard, and Thor demanded that justice be done and Loki be punished for his deed. Loki's punishment, Freya explained, was to either marry Sigyn or be banished from Asgard forever.

"Loki's handsome enough," Idunna said. "A bit too handsome, to hear tell of him. I hope you don't have your heart set on a faithful husband."

"But you know the tale. Loki is the Trickster, the Father of Lies and the Master of Thieves. Where there is mischief and debauchery in the Nine Worlds there, too, will you find Loki. He has a sense for stirring up trouble among gods and men."
Sigyn held back her wail of despair. "Then he is a monster!"
"Not so, or at least not entirely. Loki brings pleasure in all its forms. He inspires courage and daring, and he demands cunning and wit. True, he is chaos, but without Loki, there would be no change, and the Nine Worlds would stop moving." Balder's face grew severe. "What I am saying to you, Sigyn, is that Loki is an evil, but he is an evil we must tolerate to keep existing. At the same time the Aesir wipe their feet on him, Loki holds more power than any of us."

Loki thinned, then melted to the floor. In his place a sepernt sat coiled, its copper and gold scales gleaming in the torchlight. The serpent lunged forward to strike and Sigyn fell back in horror. Just as the fangs would have torn into her gown and her flesh, Loki reappeared taking a playful nibble at her leg.

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