Soulbonds and Fairy Dust

Chapter 3

"Hey!" she protested, tugging on her wrist, trying to get it out of Loki's cold vice-like grip. Unfortunately, he was stronger than she was. And he was dragging her further into the building. There was no question in his body language or the bruising grip on her that she wasn't getting away. Not without truly hurting him. Whatever her words had sparked was riding him hard. He wasn't letting her out of his sight again.

He also annoyingly still had her ring, so it would be a pain to flee now. She would just have to sneak back to claim her ring later, which was easier said than done when a magician was involved. He ignored her protests and kept his grip on her wrist firm as he dragged her into the elevator at the back of the reception area. He was silent the entire ride up the tower, and dragged her out into what appeared to be a living room with a huge tv and too many couches and comfy chairs spread around it.

"Let me go!" she protested again, yanking harder against the hand holding her wrist. She really didn't want to force him through violence. His grip should not have been that strong on her overtop of her coat. She didn't want to force him to let her go, but she would if he didn't knock it off and start explaining things.

Soon.

"Please do not fight me, Lady Fae. This is important," Loki told her firmly, but not unkindly, just in a tone that told her clearly that he expected to be obeyed. She noted that while he was holding her firmly, he wasn't hurting her, not really. He just wasn't letting her escape. It was almost as if he were afraid of losing her if he wasn't physically holding onto her.

She huffed, "Fine," she grumbled and walked with him into the common room. Struggling wasn't going to help matters any. Not if she wanted answers or her ring back.

Thor was waiting for them in the common room and stood when they entered. He had been so excited when Loki had said he wished to meet the fae lady downstairs. He was glad Loki had finally wanted to do something, anything. That that activity had to do with another person was an even better sign. Though Thor stiffened when he saw her wrist firmly in Loki's grip; that was unacceptable behavior towards a guest. "Brother, that is not how you treat a guest..." he told Loki, his tone dry, but trying to keep the situation from turning violent. He didn't care for how the fae lady was being treated any more than she did.

Something about the two men's interaction brought back a memory of two boys, one with black hair in a green tunic, the other was blond in a red tunic having some kind of argument. She was standing nearby huffing in exasperation at her silly boys. Not her sons, no, her friends. She had been the same size as them.

Now, where had that memory come from?

"Brother, now is not the time for you to berate me, you will understand my actions in a moment," Loki told him, his voice calm as his hand remained clamped around her wrist, his grip not loosening at all, as if he were afraid she would disappear if he let she go. "Lady Fae, please inform my brother of your name," he addressed her pleasantly, gently. There was a sense of caring and something that could easily be mistaken for love. Had they actually known each other.

She huffed at Loki's treatment of her and hoped there would be explanations soon. "My name is Sigyn, what of it?" she grumbled and watched Thor's eyes go wide after she said her name.

"You see why I did not wish to risk losing her again now that I have found her?" Loki asked his brother with desperation in his voice. Thor nodded, but didn't say anything yet as Loki turned to her and finally dropped her wrist. "I apologize for my rough treatment, lady. I was surprised when I heard your name. There was a young noble lady on Asgard by the name of Sigyn who went missing around 500 years ago, we presumed her dead. She had been my best friend," he added that part softly and she wasn't sure she or Thor were meant to hear those words. She saw the haunted look and pain in his eyes and all she wanted to do was go hug him.