Giftless

Chapter 45

You spent the next month or so training nearly nonstop. Since Frigga had healed your mind, you could use your own powers without pain. You learned fast, too fast, since you had gotten all of the knowledge through the soulbond that you needed. It was just a matter of practice. After the month of intense training on your powers, Loki's magic, and tactics, you and Loki were assigned to go out on patrol.

You spent the rest of the summer patrolling nearly every night. Somehow, though you thought it had something to do with Loki's silver tongue, you were assigned as patrol partners. There were a few skirmishes, but after a couple blasts of magic, or fire throws, the clowns would just run away. It was strange, like they wanted to see what you'd do and then go report on it.

Though it was nice walking around the city with your boyfriend most nights, relatively unbothered.

When the public saw you on patrol, they started cheering, which didn't help anything except publicity. Loki encouraged this behavior by wearing the golden horned helmet from the movies if you were going to be patrolling where you might be seen. You joined in his fun, wearing an illusion of Sigyn's costume from the movies. It was fun, things were fairly quiet, and you didn't shirk your duty while you were doing it. It was a stupid amount of fun to stop robbers and pickpockets in full costume. Loki always made you call your captures in. He hated talking to the mortals and the cops answered a lot faster when you called than when he did. Even when you gave them your alias of Sigyn, they knew who you were and came running to help Iron Man's little sister.

When you were assigned patrol, you had been given a work only cell phone. You were the strongest healer in the city, if not the world, since you not only had your own healing powers, but also Loki's healing magic, so you were always on call for emergency healings.

Those calls didn't always go well, but they were getting better. The first time you'd been called, you teleported down to the infirmary only to find that your clothes had not teleported with you. Loki had teleported in front of you and acted as a Loki-shaped shield while you summoned yourself some new clothes. You were beet red the entire time you completed that healing, but got it done. Loki wouldn't stop laughing at you for the entire night, until you hit him with a pillow to shut him up.

They had also had to make a 'safe teleporting spot' for you after you had landed on people too many times when you teleported into the infirmary. One time you teleported onto Tony, who just laughed and caught you, holding you bridal style. Healer Julia wasn't pleased when she got landed on, though, and created a box on the floor with bright blue painting tape. "When we call you, teleport there. I'll make sure it's clear of obstacles," she ordered. About a week later the inside of the box contained the image of a girl with cat ears labelled 'Sigyn'. You sighed. You loved your super family, but they could be obnoxious sometimes.

Toward the end of summer, you were cuddled up with Loki in your bed after patrol. Loki tensed beside you, his hands going to his temples. "What is it?" you asked Loki, who looked like he had gotten a sudden migraine.

"My brother. Mother must have helped him with the spell," Loki groaned, holding his head. "He needs to not talk so loudly if he wants to use it though. Stupid brother. He would like to come visit Midgard." Loki told you through gritted teeth.

You smiled up at him. "That'll be fun!" you told him excitedly.

Loki rolled his eyes. "You are supposed to be on my side, darling," he reminded you, sounding exasperated and in pain.

"I am," you replied with a grin. You touched Loki's arm and tapped politely on his mind with your. It was rude to enter without permission, except in extenuating circumstances. He let you in, seeming pleased that you were there to help.