As Lugh left the room, Loki watched the strings of fate from his throne and tugged at one of them, Sirius'.
Sirius felt his blight fester in that moment and he realized with agony that once again the woman he had been tricked into bonding with was in distress.
"It's not my fault!" He cried out in pain. As a god, his blood bond with Maeve caused him a bruise where he had hurt her. His hickey on his neck where his true fated mate had nipped him.
Every time Maeve was upset it would fester because she was supposed to be his disciple but she hated him.
"Please make it stop!" He cried out, the huge misunderstanding as he had never touched his true wife ever since his mix up with Maeve. But she was so far away she must believe he had every time she felt him happy.
