A Mischievous Milestone!

I’m pretty sure that since most humans are too busy to keep track of such things–and that some (like the human female) can’t count that high–none of the minions who read this ongoing record of my exploits have realized that, sometime in the last week, my journal has passed



Granted, some of them were brief announcements (often of the nature of “I didn’t do it” with a chuckle at some poor mortal’s misfortune), but I still feel this calls for some sort of recognition.

Gather, my adoring masses!  My ears await your paeans of praise!  Where are the armies marching in review?  Where are the fireworks? Where is my parade already?


Ah, well.  At least there’s cake.

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Feel free to express your adulation in the comments!  Don’t leave me here with only the noise of Thor chewing.

Making The Best of It. (Sigyn speaks)

Time just crawls in this place. Four days? Five days? I’ve tried to keep track, but with no windows, it’s hard to know where one day leaves off and the next one begins. Evil Loki comes by every so often to gloat and to ask if I’ve decided to join him yet. Never! I know my Loki will find me.

I am trying to remain hopeful and keep my spirits up. One of the robots brought me a book, so I at least have something to pass the time. It is a truly dreadful book, but it is better than nothing. I have been reading aloud to the hyena, Fisi, and the rats. I think the hyena likes me, probably because I have also been letting it have most of my bread.


Sitting in a bare, smelly warehouse doesn’t give you much of an appetite…

Where were we Fisi? Oh, that’s right. Edward had just rescued Bella from the car.

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Sigyn has visitors. (Sigyn speaks)

I hate not knowing what is going on, or whether Loki is safe, or—

“Arrr. On your fEet, girrrl.”

“What do you want? What does Evil Lo–What does your master want with me?”


“He’ll let yoU know soOn enough. Arf! Just remeMber: MiNd your mannerrrs when yoU talk to him, if you know what’s good for yoooo…”


Please let Loki be all right. Please let Loki be all right. Please let Loki be all right. Please let Loki be looking for me…

“How are you enjoying the accommodations? Are my associates treating you well?”

“I am just fine, thank you. But when my Loki comes for me, I will be very glad to leave. And you’ll be sorry.”


“When ‘your’ Loki comes, he will fall into my trap. I have a few little surprises for him. Then there will be only one of us. Look, he and I are the same, you know. Only I am more powerful than he will ever be. Why not side with the Loki who can give you everything you desire? I want a beautiful woman at my side. I’m giving you a choice: Swear fealty to me now, or regret it later. Once I’m ruling Midgard, I may not be as generous.”

“I will never betray my Loki!”

“Have it your way, my dear. I shall leave you to ponder your fate. Fisi, keep an eye on her.”



Oh, Loki, where are you?

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Loki, where are you? (Sigyn speaks)

Where is Loki? My Loki? For that matter, where am I?


That…that evil impostor did some sort of spell. Now I don’t even know where I am. It looks–and smells–like some sort of abandoned warehouse. The chains are unbreakable. I tried. I’ve looked and looked and I can’t find a way out.

I don’t even know what day it is. I think this is the second day I’ve been here. There was some stew, but it’s gone now, and there is just some stale bread and water.

There are rats.

What does Evil Loki want with me? What is he going to do to my Loki?

I’ve never been so scared in my life.

Loki, if you can hear me, please come and rescue me. But be careful…I’m pretty sure this is a trap, and I’m the bait.

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In search of goodies, Part VIII: What finally followed us home. (Sigyn speaks)

We did not buy the sticky caramel or the cookie butter at Merchant Joseph’s. We did not purchase baking spices or any of Loki’s oddly-colored vegetables. I was forbidden to bring the lobster home.

But the human female and I did get ourselves a little treat and now we are about to enjoy it.


Look at that! Warmed up and sitting in a puddle of its own sweet, treacly goo.


Grab a spoon, Loki! We’ll share!

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Mischief in Houston, Part VI: The Fairest Blossom

Two final pitfalls lie between us and the checkout–candy and flowers. I have managed to shepherd Sigyn past the marzipan and Toblerone, but I don’t think I’m going to be able to keep her out of the posies.


Quite literally. Behold my Queen, enthroned among the peonies.

I have to hand it to her, though…


My sweetie sure knows how to choose blossoms to complement her coloring.


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Helping With the Houseplants (Sigyn Speaks)

Hi! It’s me, Sigyn. Since it is so rainy today, I am helping with some indoor botany. There are some very nice African violets here in the house. I like to pet the furry leaves


I am picking off the spent, faded blooms to keep the plants looking beautiful. These are destined for the compost heap.

Loki is helping t— Loki, NO!


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Scat! (Sigyn Speaks, but best send the kiddies out of the room)

Hey, you! Skanky ho-cat. Yeah, you. Don’t you be lookin’ at my man. I saw you and where your eyes were goin.’ That fine ass is mine.


Listen up good, Y’all cut that shit out and keep your damn claws off my Loki. You’d best be movin’ on or I might have to cut a bitch.

Hahahahahaha! Just kidding!


This my good friend Muffy from book club. April Fool!

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