Sigyn opened her eyes to thunder rolling in the distance. The morning sky was mottled with shades of grey and dark blue, and the air was heavy with an oncoming storm. A storm. The realization knocked the wind back into her lungs and she shot upright. Pain laced along her ribs with every breath of cold air. Cracked. The fall had cracked her ribs and she would need to heal them before she could go much further.
And Sigyn could have sworn the thunder sounded like a war drum.
Find shelter now, or a few cracked ribs will be the least of your worries.
Her pack wasn’t far from where she landed, and she managed to crawl over to it. She could hear the small creek behind her, and the trees towered above her on all sides. As she moved –more like crawled—closer to the creek, she could see rocks through the trees, and in the rocks was an opening. The water only went up to her knees, and by the time she crossed it and crawled up and over the rocks to the small opening, her knees and hands were scraped and muddy. The trees outside her cave moaned and creaked with the wind, and when the storm finally did come Sigyn wrapped Loki’s cape tighter around her shoulders and prayed it wasn’t Thor looking for her.
Once the storm had passed there was no sign of an Asgardian army coming after her, Sigyn began the long and painful process of healing her injuries. Several ribs were cracked, three to be precise. Her left shoulder had to be popped back in using the rough cave wall for leverage. There was the sickening sound of bone grinding against bone as they slid back into place, and she realized the fear of being found had kept her from feeling the pain until now. Then there was the gash than ran down her left cheek. Sigyn healed it as best she could but decided to let it finish healing it on its own, along with the numerous other scrapes and cuts. Her major injuries had drained her of so much energy that she didn’t want to waste what little she had left. Exhausted, cold, and in pain, Sigyn finally allowed herself to fall into an uneasy sleep.
Loki had been a constant presence in her dreams since his fall, and now was no different. They were back in Asgard, and Loki snuck into her room and crawled in bed beside her as he often did. His breath ghosted along her ear as he whispered, “Find me…”
Sigyn woke with a gasp. She could still feel the chill in Loki’s breath and the way his arm had wrapped around her. Outside the rain had stopped and there was only the steady drip as droplets fell from the trees. Ignoring the pain as she moved, Sigyn grabbed the bowl and made her way outside. The late afternoon sun fell through the trees and the ground squished beneath her boots as she knelt next to the creek and filled the bowl.
The only thought in Sigyn’s mind as she went through the spell, the bowl spinning faster and faster above her hands, was Show me Loki. Please. Just let me see him.
As it had been in Asgard, the bowl showed her Loki but nothing more. Nothing that gave away his location. Nothing that could help her find him. She couldn’t even hear him, though she could tell he was talking to someone. For once she was frustrated with his ability to cloak himself so well. He looked different, though. Leaner, paler, with longer hair and a fiercer gaze and a wolf-like snarl.
“My Loki…what has happened to you?”
It was close to midnight and Jane was tired of going over the data for the fourth time trying to make sense of it. Her eyes were tired and her head ached the more she thought about it. Deciding she wasn’t going to get anywhere tonight she started gathering up her papers, hoping she’d have better luck tomorrow.
The monitor in front of her beeped twice and for a second there was a sudden spike in energy on the map. It was too quick for her to get an exact location other than it occurred far to the north of them. Then it was quiet.
“Darcy, did you see that?” Jane asked as she turned around, only to find her assistant typing away at the essay that was due tomorrow but that she’d put off until tonight, music blasting through her headphones. Of course not.
As each minute that passed without a repeat occurrence, Jane’s hope dwindled more and more. If it had been the Bifrost, there would have been higher readings and it would have lasted longer. This was either some other sort of naturally occurring anomaly or her equipment was on the fritz.
Either way, it wasn’t Thor.
Frustrated and disappointed, Jane moved running a thorough diagnostic on her equipment to the top of her list of things to do tomorrow.