Summer Clouds

In Ice

'NO!' 

But the demented scream isn't hers, but that of a certain Goddess of Fidelity.

'You will not!' Sigyn screams, 'You can NOT!' 

Her eyes widen in anger, her nostrils flare in fury, and she stamps her foot in a childish fit of rage. And then she does something none of them expect.

She casts a spell. 

And not a very nice one, either. In a swirl of oily black magic, Savannah is swept up, and pinned against the wall, her body forced to contort into various positions that should be impossible.

And they are impossible, judging from the sickening cracks that resonate around the room. Savannah lets out a strangled scream, as her skin glows faintly blue for a few seconds. But she's not strong enough to change into Ravennha, and she soon goes back to her normal colour, and slumps slightly, evidently drained. Loki, who up to this point has been frozen in shock, snaps into action, hurriedly weaving a counter-spell. But Sigyn simply laughs at him, and then says-

'Loki, dear, did you not think that I hadn't picked up a few ... skills during my banishment. As talented a sorcerer as you are, not even you will be able to break this spell. At least, not for a few hours. And by that time, well, I'll have had my way with her, and she will be no more. And not even Hela will be able to restore her dessicated corpse to life.'

A demented cackle spills from Sigyn's lips once she has finished her monologue, and Savannah, who gravity has decided to desert, is writhing violently, still suspended on the wall. As far away from him as she is, Loki can clearly see blood trickling from her nose and mouth, and even her ears. Savannah's breathing has already begun to falter, and Loki's about to give up hope. Sigyn's right, he finally concludes, her magic is of a dark kind, and his is virtually harmless to it. Sigyn waves a hand, and Savannah flies forwards, and then is pulled backwards, her head greeting the wall with a *thump*. A viscous red liquid trickles freely down her face, and she starts coughing up even more.

'Sigyn, please,' Loki begs, 'Anything, but this. Leave her.'

'But why?' Sigyn complains,' I've only just started, and I'm having so much fun.'

'What,' Loki says, desperately stalling for time, 'Do you hope to achieve from this? I will never love you, nor ever be with you, not if you kill her.'

'But you love her,' Sigyn replies, 'And so she cannot live.'

'If you kill her, I will never be yours.'

'You will never be mine anyway. There is no purpose in striking such a bargain.'

'I will,' Loki says, 'If you spare her, I will marry you.'

'And love me?'

'I could never love you, Sigyn. Not after this.'

'But you will be with me?'

'Yes.'

'So that is why they call you the God of Lies,' Sigyn said, a vicious smile spread across her face.

'What?'

'You almost had me fooled, Loki. But I will kill her anyway. And there is nothing you can do to stop me.'

'Don't kill her, Sigyn. Let her be.'

'No. What can you possibly gain from such a ... specimen? She is no more worthy of your love than a Jotunn.'