A Thief In The Night
Odin's blood brother wanted to leave as soon as the first of Asgard's triple moons rose in the sky. Sigyn, however, was so excited about the Brisingamen necklace that she would not go to bed right away. When Loki finally was able to persuade his wife to turn in for the night it took until the third moon rose over Asgard for her to fall asleep. Then, and only then could Loki slip out of his hall.
Loki was no fool ! He knew that if he traveled back to Sessrumnir in his Giant form he would not only be seen by Odin watching from Hlidskjalf, but his every move would be heard by Heimdall from his post at Bifrost, where he listened for anything that might endanger Asgard. But Loki was not merely a " Mischief Monger " as some called him, he was also a very cunning and devious individual.
If he could not travel to Sessrumnir in his own guise he would simply transform himself into something that would not be seen, or heard, as suspicious if he was detected by Odin and Heimdall. Loki chose a creature that the All- Father was very familiar with, and one that often traveled at night. As Loki left his hall he shape - changed into a wolf.
As Loki ran through the woods he was amazed at how fast he could run on four legs as opposed to just two. At first, however, he had a little trouble getting his stride synchronized, but once he learned the sequence he was off and running at full speed to Freyja's hall .
From time to time Loki would look up through the breaks in the trees to see where the moons were in the night sky. The first of the great celestial orbs had already set, and the second was fast approaching the far horizon when he reached the golden doors of Sessrumnir. Loki knew that he would have to hurry if he was going to have enough time to get into Freyja's hall, take the necklace, and make good his escape.
Loki, in wolf form, scurried up the golden steps to the doors of Freyja's hall. When he had been there earlier that night he had noticed that the lock she had on her door was especially strong. Too strong in fact to break without waking all of Asgard. The God of Mischief had also noticed, however, that the lock had an especially large keyhole. As Loki once again shape - changed he began to quietly laugh to himself.
" There is no lock that can keep me out ! " he giggled.
Heimdall as always had been listening for any sound that was out of the ordinary. The silent sentinel had heard only the normal animals of the forest this night, the leaves rustling in the wind, and the myriad of insects too many to calculate. However, the buzzing of one insect did catch his attention. He heard a fly rapidly flapping its wings off in the distance. The guardian of Asgard thought it strange for a fly to be buzzing around so late at night, but because there was nothing ominous about a simple fly, the thought quickly faded, and he listened for more important dangers.
Loki had calculated the size of the keyhole perfectly ! As a fly he was easily able to enter the keyhole from the outside and make his way through to the inside of the hall. Once inside, however, he could not shape - change back into a wolf. Freyja loved cats, and many of her little pets roamed the halls of Sessrumnir. If they picked up the scent of a wolf there would be pandemonium in Freyja's hall as the cats hissed and meowed at him. Inside the great hall Loki was safer simply in his own form.
Loki moved slowly and cautiously towards the door to Freyja's bedroom. Occasionally one of Freyja's cats would brush up against him startling the trickster, and giving rise to his anger. This was one time, however, when Loki was forced to control his quick temper . He wanted to kick each cat that came near him, but he knew that this would ruin his plans. Instead, Loki bit his lip every time a cat came close to him. By the time he reached Freyja's bed chamber he had bitten down so hard on his lip that he had drawn blood.
The trickster opened the door to Freyja's room very carefully, and he was grateful that the hinges did not squeak. Loki had been concerned that Freyja, with her great infatuation with the necklace, might have worn it to bed, but Loki could clearly see that the Vanir Goddess was not wearing it around her neck. The Mischievous One watched for a moment as her breasts rose and fell with every breath.
" It is no wonder that she is lusted after in all the nine worlds ! " he thought to himself.
Loki then looked about the room and spied the jewelry box on a small table across from the bed. As the thief in the night tip toed over to the night table he smiled when he saw the name Brisingamen engraved on its cover. Slowly he opened the box with both hands. The Deceiver of Gods grinned from ear to ear as he slowly and carefully removed the necklace from its case. With the necklace in hand Loki realized that there was no time left to waste. By his estimation the third moon would soon be setting, and unlike Midgard, their sun rose only moments after it went over the horizon.
Quickly, but quietly, Loki retraced his footsteps back to the front door of the great hall. This time, however, because of the necklace he was carrying, he could not transform into a fly to escape. Loki simply opened the door and walked out. After he carefully closed the door behind him, he lay the necklace on the landing, and then transformed back into a wolf. He gently picked up the necklace in his mouth, and as fast as he could run without damaging his valuable prize, he made his way to the Rainbow Bridge.
Heimdall heard a lock being undone and a door being opened, and closed, in the direction of Sessrumnir. The silent one thought it strange that Freyja would be up and about so early, but then he remembered how excited she was about the necklace, and figured that she possibly was having trouble sleeping. He also heard another sound that he could not understand. It sounded somewhat like a small chain being moved through the forest just beyond Sessrumnir.
Moments later, as the great sun that lit Asgard rose above the horizon, Heimdall heard a terrifying scream coming from the direction of Freyja's hall. The silent sentinel, always the first to come to the aid of an Asgardian in trouble, grabbed his spear, and ran as fast as he could in the direction of the screaming. Heimdall's mind was racing with all the possible outcomes, but the idea of someone threatening a Goddess as powerful as Freyja seemed impossible to him.
Loki smiled from ear to ear when he heard Freyja scream. His plan had worked perfectly ! To leave Asgard he needed to cross the Rainbow Bridge. That, however, would have been impossible with Heimdall faithfully guarding Bifrost as he always did. But the Deceiver of Gods knew that Heimdall would leave his post if someone in Asgard was in trouble. He was also certain that Freyja would wake up as soon as he left Sessrumnir. Loki, using his devious mind to its greatest heights, had left open the door to her bed chamber allowing her cats to flood in. He figured that within moments of his leaving her cats would be jumping all over their mistresses bed and playfully licking her face. Once they had woken the Goddess she would naturally spot the lid of the box being open and investigate. When she saw the necklace missing she would scream drawing Heimdall to Sessrumnir to save the damsel in distress.
" Yes ! I am an evil genius ! " Loki thought to himself as he watched Heimdall running away from Bifrost.
The moment that the Rainbow Bridge was left unguarded Loki returned to his natural form and began to casually walk toward the gates. Loki could not help but giggle as he placed the necklace around his neck. The Mischief Monger strutted proudly down Bifrost, and out of Asgard, without a care in the nine worlds !
- End Chapter 6
- Next : Chapter 7 : Heimdall To The Rescue !
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2015.