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november-rayne · 10 months

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Chapter Eleven: The Betrothal Feast

Summary: Loki and Sigyn get know each other better at the feast

Word Count: 3700

Rating: Mature

*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+

*Minors DNI*

Tags: Fluff and humor

Chapter Index

The feasting hall was more packed than Loki had ever remembered seeing it. Everyone was excited to lay eyes on the future princess again.

“You draw quite the crowd.” He picked up his water goblet and motioned to the crowd before taking a sip.

“People love an excuse to imbibe. I do not believe my sitting on this dais has anything to do with it.” Sigyn speared a bite of her meat and moaned softly as she chewed.

“Asgard has had many priceless treasures pass through these halls, not one of them as lovely as you.”

Sigyn covered her mouth, “Your Highness, you flatter me.” She turned her attention back to her plate. Loki chuckled to himself and turned to his brother on his other side.

Thor was staring into the mass of people at the long rows of tables before them.

“This is quite the turnout. Half the realm must be squeezed in here.”

“Hmm? Oh, yes. Everyone is in good spirits,” Thor replied.

“Are you all right? You seem distracted.”

Thor smiled widely at him, “I am perfectly well, thank you. I could not be better.” He grabbed his drinking horn and drained it in three gulps.

“I see.” Loki eyed him suspiciously as he made a motion for a refill.

“I do not think I could eat another bite.” Sigyn sighed and pushed her plate away. “Did you get enough to eat, My Prince?”

“I did.”

Sigyn smiled widely. “Good. A prince needs his nourishment.” She reached over and squeezed his hand. “Will there be dancing tonight?”

“Yes, I believe so. Once most people have finished eating, they will remove some of the tables from the center. The musicians will set up in that balcony there.” Loki motioned to the small balcony across the room.

“And do you dance, Your Highness?”

He eyed her playfully, “I could be persuaded.” A pink blush adorned her cheeks from the two glasses of wine she had consumed.

“If only I could persuade you,” she scooted her chair closer so that her knee was touching his, “would Your Highness dance with me?”

Loki picked up her hand and kissed the back of it. “I would be delighted. Would you care to get some air with me?”

“That sounds lovely.”

Loki stood and offered her his arm. He walked them over to Sigyn’s father at the center of the table beside Odin. “We are going to step out onto the balcony for some air. Would you care to join us?”

“No, you kids go on ahead.” Lord Anderson went back to his storytelling.

Lady Anderson watched the pair slip through the double doors to the balcony behind the dais. “Leave the doors open, if you please, Your Highness,” she called after them, her hand on her necklace.

Loki left the doors open and led Sigyn into the cool night air. This balcony was restricted to only those on the dais and was currently empty apart from the two of them. It overlooked an orchard of fruit trees. The rows of trees stretched far into palace grounds, and stone benches were dotted throughout. The breeze made the leaves dance in the silvery moonlight. The scent of crisp apples filled the air.

Sigyn rubbed her arms and shivered slightly as she leaned against the balustrade. Loki unclasped his cape and placed it over her bare shoulders. She wrapped it tightly around herself. “Thank you, Your Highness.” When Loki turned to look out to the orchard, she buried her face in the cloak to breathe in the scent of him.

“What a beautiful evening,” she said as she raised her face to the sky.

Loki ran his thumb across her jaw and squeezed her chin. “What a beautiful woman.” She shivered again, but not from the cool air this time.

She reached up, took his hand in both of hers, and let out a contented little sigh. She glanced over her shoulder and saw her mother watching them from the dining hall, so she reluctantly released his hand and placed hers on the stone railing. Loki followed her gaze, then followed suit.

“She thinks I brought you out here to do unspeakable things to you?”

“I cannot know what she thinks. I know that ever since my brothers were killed, she never lets me out of her sight anymore. She has reverted to treating me like a child.”

“I am sorry for your family’s loss. I cannot imagine the pain it must have caused you.” He brushed an errant curl from her face.

“My brothers were the best people I have ever known. They died nobly. I will see them again in Valhalla.”

They stood in silence for a moment before Loki cleared his throat, eager to change the subject, “Thor tells me you visited him at the training grounds this morning.”

“Yes, I start training with the Lady Sif tomorrow.” She was beaming at him now. “She is a famous shield maiden, even where I am from. I cannot wait to see what I can learn from her.” Loki was staring at her face, taking in all her excitement. “Is something the matter, Your Highness?”

“Your whole face just lit up. I was admiring the view.”

“Oh,” she glanced away, “I do tend to get a little excited when I get an opportunity to learn something new.”

“That is wonderful. I am excited for you. Tell me, what else do you enjoy?”

“Well, let’s see,” she pondered for a bit, then replied, “I love to swim, I love long walks in the forest, I love to read books and to write poetry. I love to ride.”

“No needlework or weaving?”

Sigyn wrinkled her nose, “Norns, no! I love to dance. I love to study the healing arts. I love to travel and see new places.”

“What about the harp?”

“I have no ear for it, unfortunately.”

“Watercolor?”

She laughed, “I am better with a sword than a brush.”

Loki laughed with her, “I cannot wait to see that.”

“I enjoy watching plays and listening to music. I enjoy appreciating works of art, not creating them.”

“You are a work of art.” He looked away quickly, a little embarrassed that he had said that out loud.

“You,” Sigyn poked her finger directly into the center of Loki’s chest, “flatterer. I see now why you are called Silvertounge.”

Loki raised an eyebrow and gave her a sly smile, “That is not the only reason I am called Silvertounge.” He couldn’t help himself. He caught her hand and kissed the back of it again.

“Mmmm…” Sigyn looked over her shoulder. Her mother had returned her attention to the Queen. She put her hand on Loki’s shoulder and pressed her body to his. Loki slid his arm around her waist and pressed into her tightly. His heart started pounding in his chest. “Tell me more, Your Highness.”

“What would you like to know?” He took her free hand and twined his fingers in hers.

“Tell me, My Prince, what do you enjoy?”

“A great many things.”

“Such as?”

“Swimming, long walks, reading books, writing poetry,” he released her hand and put both hands on her hips, “riding, dancing, studying magic, traveling, combat training, watching plays, and listening to music.”

“And?” She slid both of her hands up his arms to his shoulders.

“And that is a story for another time. I need to get you back inside.” But he made no move to leave. He could not pull his gaze from her face. She looked so beautiful, bathed in moonlight. He brushed away a curl that had blown across her eyes.

“Loki…I,” she ran her hands down his arms and took both of his hands in hers, “Your Highness, I mean,” she looked down at their hands, “your life before I met you is none of my business. I just wanted you to know that I do not have any preconceived ideas about you as a person, despite the rumors about you. I am looking forward, of course, to getting to know you. I hope you might be feeling the same.”

“Please feel free to call me by my familiar name when we are alone.” Loki could feel the conflict stirring inside him. Should he be letting himself get close to her? Could he make her happy? Could she ignore his philandering past? Is she too good to be true? Does she have an ulterior motive? Is he opening himself up for heartbreak? This was becoming too much for him to think about all at once.

He leaned forward and slowly kissed her forehead. “This is a conversation for another time. We are at a celebration! Let us get you another glass of wine. Then I will dance with you until the sun comes up.”

She beamed up at him, “Fine. We can save the grown-up conversations for another time. I cannot wait for you to take me out onto the dance floor, but no more wine for me.”

“No more wine? Was it not to your liking?” He gave her a playful smile.

She shook her head, “No, it was delicious, but I am already tipsy. Any more, and I may end up doing something to get me into trouble.”

“You? Causing trouble? I do not believe such a thing is possible.”

“Ah, I did not say I would be causing the trouble. I said it could get me into trouble…” Her mischief brightened her eyes, “if I were caught, that is.” She twirled the end of his hair in her fingers.

Heat flooded his lower belly. He swallowed hard and licked his lips. His heartbeat picked up again, “I… I should really get you back inside.”

Sigyn sighed, “I suppose you should.” She unclasped the cloak and handed it back to him. Goosebumps immediately rose on her arms. Loki wanted to wrap his arms around her and pull her close to him again, but he escorted her back inside instead.

The King and Lord Anderson stood behind their chairs talking when Loki and Sigyn approached. “Ah, there is my girl!”

“Are you enjoying the festivities, Lady Sigyn?” Odin asked.

“Everything is perfect, Your Majesty. Thank you.” She curtsied.

“And I trust my son has been on his best behavior?” Odin clasped his hands behind his back and gave Loki a look that told him there was only one answer he would deem acceptable.

“Yes. The Prince has been a perfect gentleman.” She gave Loki a grin and patted the top of his hand.

“They have started to clear some of the tables. The band will be starting soon,” Frigga said as she and Lady Anderson were walking back from the powder room.

Lord Anderson slid his arm around his wife’s waist and kissed her neck right under her ear. “Erik! Mind your manners.” She playfully slapped his chest.

“Forgive me. I cannot help myself. You look just as beautiful as the last time we were here. Being back in the palace is bringing back fond memories.” Lord Anderson removed his arm from her waist, picked up her hand, and kissed it.

“The diplomatic visit you mentioned yesterday?” Loki asked.

“Ah yes, I remember it like it was yesterday. The King had invited us to the capital to officially name House Anderson as the Wardens of the Northern Territory,” Lord Anderson was beaming, “when we left, all those weeks later, we had the most precious gift in tow.” Lady Anderson dabbed a tear from her eye. “Our precious Sigyn was conceived right here in this very palace.”

“Oh…” was all Loki could manage.

“How auspicious,” Frigga said. “And now she returns! The Norns weave the most intricate patterns. Don’t you think?”

“It is remarkable to think about,” Lady Anderson supplied, “The babe on your hip and the babe in my belly are now standing before us hand in hand, soon to be husband and wife.” Tears sprang to her eyes in earnest. Loki produced a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her. “Thank you, My Prince. Pardon me, Your Majesties.” She dabbed her eyes.

Loki was surprised that it was his father who spoke next. “The future of your family’s house, your lands, the realm, and especially your beautiful daughter will be in good hands.” Odin clapped Loki on the shoulder before turning to his wife. “Come, my dear, let us stretch our legs and get some air. Excuse us.” Odin took Frigga’s arm, and everyone bowed and curtsied as they made their way to the balcony.

Loki was standing there speechless. He was always caught off guard when Odin praised him. Lord Anderson put his arm around his wife’s shoulder and rubbed her arm. “You kids go have some fun. I am not done mooning over your mother,” he laughed.

“Find your maids, Sig. Be sure you come and get me when you are ready to retire.” Lady Anderson was wringing the handkerchief in her hands.

“Astrid, she is a grown woman and soon to be married.” He turned to Sigyn, “Go. Have a good time. Dance until dawn. Celebrate your betrothal. Make some new friends. Drink and make merry. You deserve it, pumpkin.” Lord Anderson pulled her into a big bear hug.

“Thank you, Papa.” She kissed him on his cheek, “I will stay out of trouble.”

“You could get into a little bit of trouble. Just don’t let your mother find out.”

“Erik! Honestly…” Lady Anderson gave her husband an annoyed look. “Sigyn, remember that you are a Lady from a prominent house. Please behave as such.” She threw Loki a glance.

“My Lord, My Lady, you have my word; I will keep her safe and happy. Enjoy your evening as well.” Loki collected Sigyn and led her down the stone steps to the main floor. “Are you sure you don’t want another glass of wine? That was… a lot.” Loki chuckled. “Did you know?”

Sigyn laughed, “Did I know I was conceived here? No. My mother would rather shave her head than talk with me about sex. She left it up to my nanny to teach me how babies were made.” She shook her head. “What about you?”

“The Queen.”

“Really?”

“Yes, well, the technical stuff anyway. My older brother and his friends were the ones who informed me that it wasn’t just for making babies.”

“It’s not?”

Loki’s eyebrows shot up, and he whipped his head around. Sigyn’s eyes were wide and curious, “What other possible reason would two people have to do such a thing?”

Loki stood there gaping at her. “Sigyn, I…you should probably…I am not the best person to…” He raked his hands through his hair. “Oh, Norns.”

Sigyn covered her mouth just as a burst of laughter escaped. “Sorry. I am so sorry. I could not help myself.” She held her stomach as the fit of giggles continued. “The look on your face…was priceless.”

Loki was stunned as he watched her fall apart laughing. He leveled her with a devilish grin and pressed his mouth close to her ear, “Oh, you are going to pay for that one, little kitten.” She shivered and squeezed his arm tight.

“Loki,” she licked her lips. The way she said his name set his body on fire. “Your brother…”

“What?!”

“Just there.” Loki turned around to follow her gaze. He saw Thor ducking into a darkened alcove.

‘What is he up to?’ Loki wondered. When he turned his attention back to Sigyn, she was watching as the twins from Vanaheim approached.

“Good evening, Your Highness.” They curtsied and spoke in unison.

“Good evening. Ingrid, Ingunn, allow me to present Lady Sigyn. My lady, the daughters of the ambassador of Vanaheim, Ingrid, and Ingunn.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you, My Lady,” Ingrid said, smiling sweetly.

“You are the luckiest girl in all the Nine, My Lady,” Ingunn added, her smile strained.

“Oh, well, thank you.” Sigyn tightened her grip on Loki’s arm. “I feel very blessed that the Norns have chosen me to be of service to the realm.”

Ingrid giggled, “Of service to the Prince, you mean.”

Ingunn shot her sister an angry look.

“I am looking forward to all of my duties as Princess,” Sigyn said coolly as she ran her free hand down Loki’s bicep and clasped her hands together in the crook of his elbow.

Loki chortled, and Ingunn looked like she was going to cry.

“If you will excuse us, ladies, I promised my betrothed a dance.” The twins curtsied as Loki ushered Sigyn away to the hall’s center. “You were ruthless back there.” He grinned as he spun her around to start their dance.

“Apologies, Your Highness. I do not wish to be rude to your friends.”

“Oh, do not apologize. I liked it.” He was smiling down at her.

“I could not help myself. I did not care for the way she was looking at you.”

“Were you jealous, kitten?”

“Possibly.”

“There is no need for that. Now, are you ready to be swept off your feet?”

“I am!”

With that, Loki fell into step with the rest of the dancers. They danced together for hours. They stopped only occasionally when a courtier cut in or when a servant passed by with the water pitcher. The crowd was thinning, and it was well after midnight when Loki noticed Sigyn’s yawns started coming more frequently. She put up a small protest when he insisted that it was time to retire. He could only convince her to call it a night when he reminded her of her training with the lady Sif in the morning. They walked unnaturally slowly back to her chambers.

Loki was swimming with emotions. He did not want to deliver Sigyn back to her parents. He wanted to steal her away to his room, draw her a bath and help her comb the tiny knots from her hair. He wanted to massage her aching feet by the fire and recall the highlights from the night’s festivities. He wanted to curl his body around hers and feel the rise and fall of her breaths against his chest as she drifted off to sleep. He wanted to see the creases on her face from the pillowcase in the morning.

And it scared him to death.

He wanted to run. He wanted to slip away from the palace in the night and get as far away from the capital as possible. He wanted to get so drunk that he forgot how she looked, how she smelled, and especially how she made him feel. He wanted to fuck the first willing body he encountered in hopes that it would help him forget just how badly he wanted to be with her.

“Are you all right, Your Highness? Did I overstep this evening? Were you hoping to dance with more ladies?” She bumped her shoulder into his.

“Oh, nothing like that. I cannot recall another feast where I had more fun.”

“You are quiet.”

“I was just thinking.”

“I see.” She waited for him to elaborate, and when he didn’t, she decided to take it upon herself to lighten the mood. She lowered her voice to a sultry whisper. “Were you thinking what I was thinking?”

“What were you thinking, kitten?” Loki’s interest was piqued.

Sigyn stopped and turned so that they were standing face to face. “I was thinking, Your Highness,” she looked down to his large hands in hers, “that you and I could sneak off together."

Loki raised his eyebrows. Sigyn continued, “We could sneak off together,” she lifted onto her tiptoes to whisper in his ear, “to the kitchens and steal a few snacks. I am starving.”

“Is your mind always on food?” Loki laughed as they continued walking towards her room.

“Not always. Mostly, but not always,” she said. Loki shook his head. “What? I love to eat.”

“You and my brother have that in common.”

“Speaking of Thor, I did not see him much this evening.”

“No, nor did I. I will check on him tomorrow.” Loki frowned, “This is where I leave you.” They stopped in front of the double doors to the apartment. Sigyn started to fiddle with her bracelet.

“Thank you, Your Highness,” she sighed, “Loki. Thank you, Loki, for one of the most fun evenings I have had in a very long time.” She stole a glance at him and dropped her eyes again.

“I should be thanking you. With you on my arm, I was the envy of everyone in the room.” He touched her neck and brushed her cheek with his thumb. She shivered and let out a trembling breath. Her eyes fluttered up to meet his. They stood like that, staring at each other for what felt like an eternity.

“May I?” Loki asked tentatively.

Sigyn gave the tiniest of affirmative nods and lifted her face to his. Loki’s heart was pounding in his chest. He dropped his hand from her neck and took both her hands in his. He leaned over slowly. She closed her eyes and parted her lips ever so slightly as Loki’s lips brushed hers. Electric heat shot through his entire body. Butterflies erupted in his stomach as he kissed her once more, more deeply.

He pulled back and rested his forehead against hers. His eyes were still closed when he whispered, “What spell have you put on me, woman?”

“You are the sorcerer. I think it is me who has been bewitched.” She freed one of her hands from his and placed it on his neck.

Loki kissed her forehead, “May I come by your training session tomorrow?”

“If it would please My Prince, by all means, please do so.” She kissed his cheek, took a step back, and curtsied deeply. “Good night, Loki.” She made a move toward the door.

“Just a moment, Sigyn. I want to try something.” She turned around, curious.

Loki concentrated hard for a few seconds, held his hand out palm side up, and waved his other hand above it. There was a shimmer of green light as a perfect green apple appeared in his palm.

“Your midnight snack, My Lady.”

Sigyn took the apple and let out a little moan. “That…” she shook her head in disbelief, “That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen.”

Loki laughed, “Good night, sweet Sigyn.”

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rockstarfairy · 2 years

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Our Navaria

Pairing: Dad!Loki x Female!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warning: -

Summary: Loki has sworn himself not to have faith in love anymore. Not after what Sigyn had done to him and their baby, Navaria. But somehow, you're different.

Author's note: i haven't write for so long and i am so so sorry 😭 thankyou soooooo much for your supports on my works hihi i hope you're going to enjoy this one !!

"a child ?" your voice came out quite hoarse, as if you're out of breath. within your spoken question just now; was the tone of bewilderment, as much as being amused, and not anything near disgust or judgement.

"yup, apparently Reindeer Games does have a child." emphasizing the word does, Tony had answered you while his eyes, just like yours, followed accordingly towards the standing muscular figure that belonged to the God of Mischief himself, who is right now cradling a sleeping infant to his chest.

"and the mother would be.."

"a Goddess named Sigyn. left him after knowing Loki's true heritage. Loki and his daughter will have to live here for a while." deep down, you were truly aghast with what Tony had told you just now. why would a mother left her child ? why would a wife left her husband ? if there was a hint of love within their matrimony, shouldn't they stick with each other amidst those horrific truths and obstacles this world has to offer ?

"Y/N, we might need your help. will you please..you know, show him around ?" Tony asked you. his right hand is holding the empty paper cup while his left hand landed on his hips. like a sassy man he is.

you let out a small chuckle. "why ? is it because i am the only one who'd never met him before ?" well, you were attending a completely surreptitious mission during the New York attack. though you'd insisted to fight alongside your Avengers friends, Fury had declined that request. back then, he wanted you to finish everything you've started, referring to that mission of yours. and now, maybe, you should thanked that guy for his absurd decision.

"well" Tony shrugged. "there's a right in that. Reindeer Games sent everyone, who's trying to approach him, away. maybe, who knows, your soft demeanor will enchant the God himself."

giving Tony your 'alright then' glance, you made your way towards Loki. you put on a politely warm smile, as you didn't want him to see you as a menace. after all, you wished nothing more than to help him. he deserves it.

"hi, you must be Loki. i'm Y/N." while speaking, you kept your gaze towards Loki's eyes. this is indeed, the closest you've been to him. you've heard about him, yes, but the truth is, you never met him. not until now.

a cold stare was what you'd received from Loki afterwards. and you've come into a vault of an utter realization, in which, he is the most beautiful man you'd ever laid your eyes on. though everything about him has suggested sin, the way his arms wrapped securely, delicately, around the fragile body of his tiny infant; says otherwise.

"well, brother, this is Lady Y/N. she's here to help us." geez, thanks Thor (who suddenly came out of nowhere but you do appreciate that).

"and tell me, why do i have to trust you, mortal ?" his voice made your whole body tingled with a sensation that you're not accustomed to, and quite failed to be described. his voice is somewhat mischievous, but yet very mesmeric.

"you don't have to trust me completely, Loki. but atleast, please trust my actions." its true. after everything he'd gone through, his credence will be highly arduous to gain. especially, for a complete stranger like you.

Loki gave you a slight nod. accompanied by Thor, who's poorly trying his best to lighten up this intense mood between you and Loki with his lame jokes, you lead the two Gods towards Loki's room.

"alright, this will be your new room. mine will be just infront of the kitchen." your explanation somehow got interrupted by the infant's sudden cries.

"hush now, my littlest princess. daddy's here.." Loki cooes towards his baby while holding her closer to his chest. you could see a glint of worrisome on Loki's face when his daughter still wont stop crying.

"hey..i know you dont trust me but..allow me to help ?" holding out both of your arms, you'd prayed upon the scattering stars in the night sky so that Loki will give you his permission and utmost consent to help him calm the baby.

"brother, give her a chance." boxes of poptarts are waiting for you my dearest Thor.

sighing, Loki passes his daughter to you. you took a few deep breaths, as to calm yourself against the fact that you're holding a soon-to-be goddess, and carefully, you wrapped your arms around the tiny little baby.

"hey, littlest mischief. i know you're scared but see, your daddy is here." while saying those, you rocked your body slowly, left and right, left and right. with your left arm cradling the tiny baby to your chest, you then lifted your right palm to caress her puffy right cheek. delicately, as much as lovingly. among those caresses, your index finger bends slightly to jiggle her cherubic chubby cheeks while cooing sweet noises.

magically, the baby stopped crying.

"yay ! there's my good girl !" you laughed, earning a precious toothless grin from the baby.

unbeknownst to you, Loki was watching this heartwarmingly situation with his mind wandering to the places he'd never know their existence. he still remembers, when he was the one who's waking up amidst the midnight's wind blows just to hold his crying daughter. Sigyn will never do that. his ex wife, to make matter worse, hates it when their daughter cries. she'll do nothing but to yell at his precious baby to stop crying, though we all knew that'll make his sweet little angel becomes more petrified.

and here you are, a defenseless mortal, who'd volunteered to hold his crying little princess. and dare to say, even managed to earn her precious sweet smile, all by yourself.

you then passed the baby carefully to Loki. "what's her name ?" you asked.

"Navaria."

"that's a beautiful name."

Loki only gave you a smile. a genuine one, if you're not mistaken. while you're still in trance due to his charming smile, Loki bids both you and Thor a goodnight and enters his room, holding his little Navaria who still has that adorable toothless grin on her tiny face.

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as week passes, Loki realized that he has an unspoken confession towards you. when Sigyn has left him, he'd made a promise, dare to say, infront of his own mother, to not falling in love with anyone, not anymore. but then you came along, showing nothing but love and care, ever so saintly, towards himself and his little Navaria. he'd found himself, and his tiny little angel, experiencing a complete stroke of serendipity the moment you'd stepped into their life.

at first, your deeds annoyed him. in which he believed, you felt it too. he'd thought yourself as an intruder, wishing nothing but to gain his absolute trust, only to break it in the end. but perhaps, he was wrong. it all started with the simplest action a typical samaritan could've done. every morning before you went training, you'll prepare two bottles of formula milk, warm them up, and put them on the kitchen counter with a scribled note saying 'for Navaria'. Loki will reluctantly took those bottles as to feed his tiny little angel. after all, we all knew for the fact that the God himself will not be able to give his own daughter milk if it wasn't from your help.

thats not all. you'll also prepare his meals everyday without miss. the two of you never eats together, as you're aware with Loki's discomforts towards you. every Sunday, you'll left him a few classics to read, and a box full with toys for Navaria. you'd no idea about their likes and dislikes, so you'd told yourself that every tries are going to worth it.

there's one time where you'd stayed through the night, despite your tired body due to your rough mission, only to provide your utmost care towards the sick Loki. you'd dapped wet towels on his sweating forehead down to his well-built torso, as to reduce the fever he was having. you made him soup, though he'd declined it at first.

at midnights, before Loki could even reach for his crying daughter, you are already there. the sight of you holding his little baby to your chest, in your most delicate manner, makes his heart swollen with love. there are times, when he woke up in the morning, and saw you laughing with his little Navaria in the kitchen. you'll cooed sweet noises, sang a few songs sometimes, and Navaria will looked at you through her adoring gaze. perhaps, his tiny little angel is just like him; both crave for the love and care that Sigyn has failed to offer.

"Lokiii..."

"yes darling ?" Loki hasn't realized this, but he has started to become less insolent towards you. more affectionate, it is.

"its snowing ! we should go outside dont you think ?"

your thrilled expression made him wandered far enough towards the thought of sacrificing everything in his perpetual life, if that means he'll be able to see those adorable smiles of yours through his eternity. so he gave you a slight nod, with a small smile carved on his otherworldly face.

that night, you put Navaria in the stroller that the Avengers had bought. as a gift, they had said. the three of you strolled down the street, amidst the blanket of alabaster snow covering the side pavements. there are moments, where you'll be pointing out at random objects, or buildings, earning such an adorable giggles from Navaria. and a smile of adoration from the God of Mischief himself.

it was when you'd excused yourself to buy some hot cocoas at a nearby coffee shop. when you came back, Loki and Navaria are gone. you've been searching for them everywhere; the dark corners, the forbidden alleys, but still, they are nowhere to be found. not until you saw Loki's lean figure behind an enormous pile of snow. slowly, you made your way towards him.

he looks quite peculiar too, as to say. ah, now you do understand what is going on. perhaps, the icy temperature has stimulated the process of transforming Loki and Navaria into their jotun form. is that why they were hiding from you ? you could see, ever so clearly, the sight of Loki shielding his little Navaria by wrapping her tiny wiggling body with a fluffy blanket that he'd conjured just now.

"Loki ?"

Loki immediately turned around. for a brief moment, the two of you got obscured within each other's gaze. and you'd realized, how ethereally beautiful they are in their jotun's form. "darling i..you should go." there was a slight hint of melancholy confines beneath the sentence he'd just said.

"Loki..you and Navaria..are beautiful.." your voice came out breathy, but serene and heartfelt. it made Loki's breath caught in his throat, as what you'd said just now was somehow quite astonishing for him.

"really ?"

you didn't replied his question. instead, your right hand caresses Navaria's cerulean cheeks, which made her squeals alongside her adorable toothless grin. Loki watched you in his absolute admiration. Sigyn never does that. she'd always hated him and Navaria whenever they're in their jotun's form. its horrendous, such an abomination; she had said.

but you, you're seeing this so-called abomination as something so gracefully exquisite. you'd turned his and Navaria's imperfections into an aspect that needs to be cherished, yet deserves every fondness a person could provide.

and so he kissed you. it was a lasting, deep kiss; fulled with passion and virtuous love. it was a sublime sight after all; with his right hand cupping your jaw delicately, his left cradling the tiny wiggling Navaria, and your arms wrapped around his torso, afraid to let go.

the kiss somehow got interupted by Navaria's adorable squeal; "dada..mama.."

oops

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Scared to be Lonely

Part Two Part Three Epilogue

Summary: After S.W.O.R.D. helps with the clean-up in the Cairo aftermath, they ask Marc to return the favor: guard a variant Loki’s estranged wife while Thor and S.W.O.R.D. try to track down the evasive Godbutcher. Yet leave it to a “catty space princess” to throw the Moon Knight for a loop.

Pairing: Marc x Fem!OC, eventual Steven x Fem!OC and Jakex Fem!OC, past Loki x Fem!OC, past Marc x Layla

Rating: Explicit, Minors DNI!

Word Count: 7.3k (hahahaha wut?!)

TW/CW: Leave it to Oscar Isaac to end my decade (?) long hiatus from writing fic...it’s so long and filthy I had to split it up into parts instead of posting in one go like I’d planned. But for this bit - talk of divorce, mention of forced marriage, angst, oral (m receiving), fingering, dirty talk, barebacking (wrap it before you tap it IRL folx), p in v sex, and a smidge of creampie & cum-eating

“This is beneath me,” Khonshu declared yet again, materializing on the bus seat across from Marc, “Since when does a venerated member of the Ennead, and therefore by extension his avatar, serve as a paladin for Loki’s brat bride?”

Marc pulled out his phone. Pretended to make a call. Held the phone to his ear and then spoke. “Since if it wasn’t for S.W.O.R.D. last month the clean-up in Cairo would’ve been more of a mess than it was.”

Khonshu bristled. “I don’t trust them.”

“We agree there. But all things considered, as far as S.W.O.R.D. calling in the favor I owe them, there could be worse asks. Besides, if there’s really a deranged godkiller out there, we need intel.”

“Resorting to lowly bureaucrats instead of finding the adversary yourself. No wonder she left yo--”

“Ok talk to you soon!” Marc pretended to hang up and pushed Khonshu to the back of his mind.

Any mention of Layla was a conversation-ender. Khonshu was severely mistaken if he thought Marc was any more excited about guarding Loki’s ex-wife from another universe than he was, but if Marc was being honest, he could use a distraction. The two weeks since he’d signed the papers had been…rough.

A calm, robotic female voice came over the bus’s loudspeaker and announced his stop. He stepped off the bus into an impossibly posh area of London. Funny how different areas of the city could be so starkly different they felt like separate worlds.

The S.W.O.R.D. operative was waiting for Marc outside of Claridge’s as said he would be.

“Agent Woo,” Marc greeted him.

“Mister..?” Woo struggled with how to return the greeting, trying to determine who he was speaking to.

Marc watched him squirm for a moment or two, then put him out of his discomfort, “Spector. The other one has a British accent so thick it borders on hokey.”

Sod off, Steven chimed from one of the polished window panes of the luxury hotel’s entryway.

At least he counted you, Jake added. Marc was still grappling with the existence of another alter, and it was none of S.W.O.R.D’s business.

“Oh, okay, thanks. Shall we?” Woo gestured to the door, eager to put his gaffe behind them.

The two men made their way across the grand, bustling lobby. Marc had never been to the hotel, but it was more or less what he expected. Chandelier, black and white marble tiles, a sweeping staircase.

“What am I walking into here?” Marc asked. When googling his charge, Sigyn, he hadn’t found much. He’d even consulted a few of Steven’s mythology books but they contained little more information about the Norse goddess. All Marc was working off of was, until recently, that she was the long-suffering wife of Loki, god of mischief and chaos, and that Sigyn was given the title of goddess of fidelity for her trouble.

Woo called the elevator. “You read the brief?”

“Of course I read the brief,” Marc fired back. It had been frustratingly vague to his chagrin, but not to his surprise. Sigyn was a “variant”, a person who had come from another universe into theirs. In her dimension, she’d been married to Loki for centuries on Asgard and part of the ruling royal family. S.W.O.R.D. suspected that her universe’s Loki had gone rogue, conspiring with the entity who had been destroying gods across the multiverse.

“She’s lovely,” Woo said as they got on the elevator.

“Don’t bullshit me.”

Woo deflated. “Her highness comes off as arrogant, imperious. Our psychiatrist says it’s because she’s still feeling vulnerable after her husband left her. We need her for intel obviously, but our team has lead on Gorr–”

“The godkiller” Marc interjected.

“Yes. Thor doesn’t want her to come. Our leadership agrees, it’s too risky. We can’t lose our two closest connections to Loki and Asgardian assets should the mission go south.”

“So you called me to babysit rather than actually help you.”

“You are helping,” Woo insisted. “And your status as a consultant with us is delicate, Mr. Spector. S.W.O.R.D. is protecting you and your alter from several international authorities. Fail to keep the princess safe and perhaps we’ll reconsider.”

“Does she have the same affinity for lightning as her brother-in-law?”

The elevator reached the top floor.

“No, but like other Asgardians, she has increased strength and invulnerability, heightened senses and stamina, in addition to the Allspeak. She’s a practitioner of magic, but her skills are nowhere near Loki’s. She also tells us she can hold her own in a fight.”

“Hand-to-hand combat or with a weapon?”

“Doesn’t matter. Under no circumstances is she to leave the premises of the hotel. We’d prefer if you two stayed in the suite at all times.”

“Worse cages to be kept in,” Marc commented as they walked down the plush-carpeted hallway to what he guessed was a penthouse.

“Tell that to her,” Woo muttered under his breath.

The pair reached the door to the Asgardians’ suite. Two armed guards were posted outside. Marc stopped Woo before the agent could give the nod for entry to his colleagues.

“Do I really have to call her your highness?”

“If she likes you she’ll let you call her Sigyn, she picked that up from Thor.”

“So you call her Sigyn.”

Woo snorted. “Ha! No.”

With that, Woo motioned to the operatives and they opened the door. Six more guards and agents were inside from what he could see, and Marc could barely take in the elegance of the spacious and cream-colored suite before Thor stormed into its living area. He was in full battle guard: helmet, cape, and the massive axe that Marc always assumed was over-compensation for other “shortcomings”.

Hot on his heels was a woman adorned in a large gold helm of her own. Where Thor’s was winged on the sides, hers has two large semi-circles and a dazzling emerald inlaid in the center right above her brow. Though her respective cape was green - her husband’s color Steven clocked - she wore a glittering gold gown. Sigyn.

The more Marc observed her, everything about Sigyn seemed gem-like. Long, honey-colored tresses tumbled down her back, and her skin was fair but sun-kissed. A pair of sapphire-like blue eyes competed for brilliance with the emerald on her helmet. Her cheekbones were high, her lashes were long, her lips were full, and her build athletic.

Loki left her? What an idiot, Jake marveled. I’d chain her to my bed and live inside of her–

Marc blocked him out before Jake could finish the thought.

Though you’ve got to admit, she certainly looks like a goddess, doesn’t she?

He turned away from Steven’s image in the mirrored cabinet behind the dining table across the room. Marc was a professional. Unlike his alters, he could handle being in the same room as a beautiful woman. He pulled himself out of his head, focusing on the argument unfolding in front of him.

“No one knows Loki like I do,” Sigyn asserted.

Thor wasn’t convinced. “I’m his brother.”

“Adopted brother. I’m his wife,” she countered.

“Estranged wife,” Thor shot back just as quickly. He scrubbed a massive hand over his face. It was clear they’d had this dispute before. “I need you to stay here, Sigyn. You’ll get your crack at him, I swear it, but not yet.

Thor spotted them before the princess could get another word in. “Oh brilliant! Your knight is here!”

The Asgardian crossed to them quickly, his hurried gait betraying his desperation to change the subject. Sigyn glared at the trio of men with disdain. She may have only married into royalty, but it appeared to Marc that Sigyn definitely had her imperial sneer down.

“Cut the cow dung, brother. You mean my nanny.” She narrowed her gaze onto Marc. Everyone else in the room followed suit.

Sigyn’s stare was withering. Was he supposed to bow? “Don’t you dare”, Khonshu protested.

Marc offered his hand instead. “Marc Spector…your highness.”

Sigyn didn’t take his hand. The princess’s face gave away nothing. Instead, she looked at Thor expectantly.

“Lord Spector, allow me to introduce you to her royal highness Princess Sigyn of Asgard.”

“Thanks but um, I’m not a lord.”

Thor was thrown. “You’re a knight, aren’t you?”

“I’m the avatar of the Egyptian god, Khonshu. Moon Knight is a title but I don’t have subjects or anything.”

Sigyn groaned. “Norns”. She swept out of the living area into what must have been a bedroom, making sure to slam the door behind her.

Thor broke the subsequent awkward silence.

“So now you’ve met my sister,” he sent the other men a conciliatory smile. “Technically, we’re not siblings, or really in-laws even, but she’s fast become the younger sister I never had, you know?”

“Sure,” Marc offered.

“I’m an only child,” Agent Woo blurted.

“Anyway, Marc, I was hoping to see Khonshu! It’s been a literal eternity since I’ve seen that crazy old bird!” Thor scanned the room.“Is he here?”

Marc glimpsed Khonshu in his periphery shaking his head. “Not now, no,” he lied. “The Ennead relocated to the Overvoid, so it’s complicated to–”

“We need to go,” a female voice tinged with an eastern European accent interrupted him. A smaller blonde woman entered in tactical gear. “Is the Princess Bride taken care of?”

“Yes!” Thor exclaimed. “Marc Spector, Yelena Belova.”

Yelena shook Marc’s hand. “You’re Sigyn’s personal detail?” he nodded. “You poor son of a bitch.”

“I’ve been a mercenary for over a decade, I think I can handle a catty space princess.”

“Exactly! You’re the best there is,” Thor pulled Marc close to him. The Asgardian lowered his tone, “She’s been through a lot as of late. First her husband leaves her and then she’s transported to a different realm, in an entirely different universe where they were never wed, not to mention he’s dead here too.”

“I get it. Sort of. I got divorced recently.” Marc had no idea why he said it. Did he drink and fight about the split from Layla? Yes. But talk about it? Never.

“Great!” The god of thunder caught himself. “It’s not great, I’m sorry, though perhaps you wanted to get divorced? Who am I kidding? Breakups are always hard. Well, they are for me, you seem like the stoic type. But it is great you two have something in common.”

The suite had nearly emptied. Before Thor followed suit, he went to Sigyn’s closed door and knocked. No answer.

“Seeg? We’re leaving.” Still no response. Thor tried another tactic. “They may come here, you know. That’s why we need you and Marc to stay behind.”

Sigyn’s reply came in the form of a pillow being hurled at Thor’s face that sailed through a gold hole in the top half of the door that disappeared as swiftly as it materialized.

Bloody hell, Steven marveled at the casual use of magic.

Thor remained undeterred, shouting “I love you, sister!” before he took his leave.

Agent Woo headed for the door too, clapping Marc on the shoulder. “She’s all yours.”

Marc stopped him. “Wait, you’re not staying?”

“I thought you read the brief! It clearly outlined that this is an all-hands-on-deck situation, which is why we called you. Plus, I'm pretty sure she despises me. The door guards stay. Charge whatever you need to the room. We’ll be back as soon as we can.”

Less than a minute later, the room was deserted. Marc approached Sigyn’s door. He tried knocking and calling for her, but she remained non-responsive.

“She didn’t climb out the window, did she?”

“The princess is still here,” Khonshu assured him before adding “unfortunately.”

“Might as well make the best of it.”

Marc wasted no time flopping onto the couch that probably cost more than his last car, ordering room service, and several putting pay-per-view fights on S.W.O.R.D’s tab. If he was lucky, Sigyn would stay holed up in the bedroom until everyone came back.

Those hopes were dashed ninety minutes later when the princess emerged from her bedroom and padded into the living room. No longer in her ceremonial battle armor, Sigyn wore a simple ivory linen dress. Marc turned off the TV reflexively when she entered the room.

Sigyn studied him, her eyes inquisitive and piercing. “You’re the Moon Knight?”

“Just Moon Knight. No ‘the’. Fuck it, just call me Marc.”

“But there’s another man that lives within you.”

“Yes.”

“What’s his name?”

“Steven.”

Sigyn nodded, digesting the information. Marc was surprised to see there were no traces of wariness or distaste on her face, simply curiosity.

“And you both serve Khonshu?”

“I do more than he does.”

Wouldn’t at all if it were up to me, Steven remarked, his face warped in the silver of the serving cover that the room service had been delivered under.

“I’d like to apologize for my behavior earlier. I made a rather terrible first impression.”

“Don’t mention it. Thor told me what you’re dealing with right now.”

An exasperated sigh escaped past Sigyn’s plump lips, “I wish he hadn’t. He treats me as if I were made of glass, it drives me mad.”

“He cares about you.”

She softened slightly. “It’s all too easy to forget he's not actually the brother I’ve spent the last however many years with. Otherwise he’d know.”

“Know what?”

“That I am not a fragile, helpless princess that needs your protection, Marc.”

He stood, went to her. Marc fought to ignore the intoxicating scent of jasmine that flooded his nostrils when he crowded his space to test her. “Oh yeah? So why haven’t you given me the slip then?

Her sapphire eyes turned hungry. “Have you looked in a mirror lately?”

“Not if I can help it.”

Sigyn chuckled. She lifted her chin in an attempt to make up for the inch or so Marc had her height-wise. “You remind me of my husband. Ex-husband.”

“Ouch,” he replied with faux hurt.

“You strike me as a man who doesn’t take well to authority,” she explained, “so are you really going to listen to those puny Midgardian peons and keep us confined to this room?”

Marc smirked at her, but he didn’t answer Sigyn. This was a game he could play. And win.

“Perhaps you really are only a knight in name, hmm? Especially if you’re afraid of protecting a superior being who received her combat training from Odin’s elite Crimson Hawks.”

It was Marc’s turn to chuckle. She was goading him, trying to use reverse psychology. He leaned in close, hovered his lips millimeters from her ear. “Nice try.”

Marc stepped back from her and returned to the couch. Clicked the TV back on. Before he could resume the boxing match he’d been watching, Sigyn followed him to the couch.

“Merely my only opening gambit. I’d caution you trying to play mind games with me, Marc. I was married to the god of mischief for a very long time.”

“Sweetie, you have no idea who you’re dealing with.”

“It’s your highness.”

That’s it, give me the body! Jake demanded. I’m going to bend her over and–

Marc did his best to retain control of the body and cover any signs from bleeding onto his face as he stared Sigyn down.

Khonshu didn’t make it any easier, “For once I agree with the ruffian.”

“Marc?”

“Yeah”

“Are you well?”

“Never better,” he pivoted immediately. “Cards on the table, I only agreed to this because I want to know more about the godkiller–”

“Godbutcher.”

“Excuse me?”

“He calls himself the Godbutcher”.

“That’s a hell of a name to give yourself,” Marc mused. “Who has he butchered so far?”

“We don’t know how many. I’ve overheard that some members of the Greek pantheon were victims. Thor refuses to tell me anything more, which means he’s afraid.”

“Where were they going?”

“You believe they’d tell me?”

“No I don’t, but you’re too savvy to wait to be told,” Marc pressed. “You must know something.”

The television remote flew from the table into Sigyn’s hand. She turned off the TV. “Take me to dinner and I’ll tell you all that I know. I hear the restaurant downstairs is fabulous.”

“So you can be closer to an exit and lose me in a crowd? I don’t think so.”

“I genuinely haven’t the faintest idea where they went,” she averred. “If I did, we likely wouldn’t be able to follow them anyhow since you don’t have the tech, nor I the magic to traverse the multiverse.”

“They’re traveling inter-dimensionally?”

“That’s the most I was able to glean.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I have been locked in these rooms for nearly four days and I am going mad,” Sigyn confessed, her eyes locked with Marc’s so he could see the truth in them.

“The restaurant downstairs,” he agreed. Sigyn’s face lit up. “That’s it though.”

“Of course,” she flit back to her room.

“I should have claimed Layla for my next avatar when I had the chance,” Khonshu lamented. Marc turned to face him. “You don’t use the head on your shoulders to negotiate.”

“Keep her out of your craven attempts to control me,” Marc fired back. “I’m containing Sigyn so you can go find where Thor and S.W.O.R.D. went to.”

Khonshu cocked his skull, impressed. “Perhaps you’re not as useless as I thought.”

The god vanished and Marc snuck over to Sigyn’s bedroom, listening through the door. She was on the phone.

“Under Sigyn Odi–-Sigyn Frodisdottir please. No, the private dining room won’t be necessary.”

Marc’s notion of Sigyn trying to lose him among the hotel guests wasn’t unfounded after all it seemed. He was taken aback by how gracious the princess was, however. There wasn’t a trace of the haughtiness in her tone that she’d spoken to Marc or the S.W.O.R.D agents with.

Sigyn continued with who Marc guessed was the concierge, “I was curious if your personal shopper might be available? Wonderful! One minute, I’ll ask him–”

Her footsteps got closer and Marc launched himself through the hallway to resume his position on the couch before the door opened. When Sigyn appeared, Marc was tapping away on his phone, pretending he’d been there the entire time.

She handed him the receiver. “The shopper requires your measurements.”

“I thought we were just going to dinner?”

“Not with you dressed like that.”

Marc rolled his eyes. So much for Sigyn abandoning her royal airs. She retreated to her room once more and left Marc with the phone.

He put the phone to his ear. “Don’t make me look like a douche, alright?”

***

It’s official. You definitely look like a douche, Jake mocked Marc’s reflection as he straightened his tie in the suite’s spare bedroom.

I think we look sharp, Steven offered.

“Fuck it,” Marc took off the tie and tossed it on the bed. He undid the top three buttons of the hideously expensive shirt the Claridge’s personal shopper got him instead. Sigyn would deal.

Marc called for her, “We gotta go! You said seven, right?”

“A moment more!” Came the princess’s muffled reply through the door.

He waited for her in the living room. Caught his reflection again on the TV screen.

“I do look like a douche.”

Sigyn’s door opened before Marc could change back to the clothes he arrived in. Her hair was artfully piled atop her head, exposing the golden skin of Sigyn’s shoulders since the deceptively simple, short black dress she wore didn’t leave much to the imagination.

“Don’t clean you up well.” She remarked as she approached him.

It took Marc a moment to acknowledge that she was speaking to him. He was a professional, but this wasn’t an impetuous princess before him. Dressed in earthly clothes, Sigyn was simply a knockout. He liked this version of her better. The golden helmet and cape and shimmering gown were unnecessary adornments to her beauty.

Jake and Steven immediately, simultaneously, demanded control of the body. It felt as if four fists were pounding on his skill from the inside. Marc didn’t blame them, but there was also no way in hell they were going to ruin the delicate connection he’d forged with Sigyn.

Who do you think you’re kidding? Jake scoffed. You want first dibs on fucking her.

Sigyn’s hand cautiously touched his arm, snapping Marc out of his thoughts.

“Marc? Can you hear me?” Her brow was furrowed in concern. The strappy heels she wore gave her the height advantage now.

“Yeah,” he said, “yes. Sorry.”

“Are you sure? We don’t have to do this.”

“No, I want to,” the words left Marc’s lips without permission. _Get it together Spector, _he thought, it’s like you’ve never seen a pair of tits before. He needed to backpedal. “I mean, we had a deal.”

Sigyn grinned. “Shall we then?”

The restaurant was dark and enveloping in its design - aubergine walls, low lighting, velvet seats. A singer and her small band occupied one of the corners; her sultry voice suited the ambiance of the establishment well as she serenaded its patrons.

Marc wasted no time ordering the most expensive champagne on the menu to spite S.W.O.R.D. Once the waiter departed from the table, he got right to it.

“So the godbutcher.”

A nervous laugh escaped Sigyn. She fidgeted, and even in the dim lighting, Marc could tell the princess was blushing. “In Asgard we usually wait for the first course before we discuss the matter at hand, Mister Spector.”

Marc readied a retort until he caught Sigyn's fingers unconsciously drifting to her left ring finger, as if to twirl a wedding band, only to remember a moment too late it was bare.

That’s when it occurred to him. She may be considered a goddess, but Sigyn was clearly a profoundly lonely woman. Not only had she been forsaken by her husband, as morally ambiguous as he was, she was on a strange planet in a completely different universe from hers with men in suits keeping her cooped up in a gilded cage. Why else would she not have escaped from the suite and insisted Marc dress up and take her dinner?

He understood how she felt. All too well. But before Sigyn’s plight could truly tug on his heartstrings, Marc shut it down. He could work with this. Sigyn wanted the boyfriend experience? Marc would give her the boyfriend experience and get what he needed.

Better give me the body, Steven entreated, only his eyes visible on the thin blade of Marc’s butterknife. You’re a bit too gruff to deliver the boyfriend experience, aren't you?

“Shut up,” Marc whispered.

Sigyn had heard. “Beg your pardon?”

“Nothing,” he covered. “And I’m sorry your highness, you’re right, it was inappropriate of me to ask you right away.”

“I shouldn’t expect a Midgardian to observe the customs of a realm to which he’s never been,” she admitted. “Please call me Sigyn.”

Marc smiled a wolfish grin. He was in.

“Nevertheless, I wish to know more about my enigmatic sentry.”

“Not much to know,” Marc deflected. His response was an automatic defense mechanism. Don’t let anyone get close, or let them learn anything they could use against him. Yet he knew he needed to give Sigyn something if he was going to coax anything useful out of her. “From Chicago, that’s in America. Do you know America? It’s um, across the-”

“I’ve heard of America,” she reassured him.

“Served in the military which led me to mercenary work which led me into the service of Khonshu.” There. That was something.

Sigyn giggled as their waiter brought their champagne. “You say it with such simplicity.”

“Yeah well, something tells me you’re a lot more interesting,” Marc countered.

“Is that so?”

“You’re very different with me than you were with your brother and S.W.O.R.D.” he remarked.

“Because you don’t look at me with pity,” Sigyn explained. “In their eyes I’m the silly, stupid woman who married the evil god because she didn’t know any better. Whereas they all saw this coming lightyears away apparently, and regard me as if I didn’t know my husband after centuries of marriage.”

“I get it,” Marc told her, making sure to catch her gaze. “I really do.”

Sigyn didn’t know what or how to ask about Marc’s…condition, so she stayed silent and took a sip of her champagne instead.

Marc followed her line of sight to the band. A few couples had taken to the small dance floor in front of the musicians. Sigyn watched them with equal parts wonder and wistfulness.

“Do you dance on Asgard?”

“Yes but not like this,” Sigyn kept her eyes on the dancers. “Here it looks to be about two people merely being close to each other. On Asgard, it’s much more formal, impersonal even. The first time I met Loki he asked me to dance.”

“Did he?”

“I could hardly believe it.”

“Why?” When Sigyn looked at Marc in confusion, he elaborated, “Have you looked in a mirror lately?”

Sigyn flushed, a mix of the alcohol and the compliment.

“My entire childhood, my mother’s complete focus was getting Thor to wed my elder sister. Which if I’m honest, I learned not to mind, since it meant I could do what I like, court who I wanted. But the shock on her face when she discovered that a prince had asked little Sigyn to dance instead of her prized Astrid,” her expression darkened, “It’s probably why I stayed with him after the shock at the wedding.’

“What do you mean?”

“The night Loki danced with me I was already betrothed to a friend of my brothers’, a fellow Crimson Hawk. Theoric. We were madly in love and Loki could see that. So he arranged for Theo to be killed in battle and posed as him. Odin married us, and it was only after we had sealed our vows that he revealed who I had actually pledged eternity to.”

“Fuck” was all Marc could muster in response. Sigyn sent him a wan smile.

“Odin was enraged, marriage was binding but no one ought to be wed under false pretenses. So he offered me the goddess of fidelity. And I suppose because of all the resentment I harbored for my mother, I accepted. Yet I grew to love it - both my husband and my role. Odin and Frigga had begun to send me on my own diplomatic envoys before…” she swallowed the lump in her throat before continuing, “before all of this happened.”

“I’m sorry.”

Sigyn blinked away a tear. “Tremendous. Now you pity me too.”

“I never said that.”

Sigyn took another sip of her champagne. The band began a new song, the bass and strings made for an enticing mix.

“Dance with me,” Marc said.

“Don’t trouble yourself.”

“Sigyn.”

“I don’t wish to anymore.”

Marc stood. Reached out his hand.

“Stand up.“ It wasn’t a request. At last, Sigyn obeyed.

Who knew her highness is just as good at taking orders as she is giving them, Jake noted as Marc led them to join the few couples already dancing.

Somewhere in the middle

Think I lied a little

Sigyn was a quick study as to where to place her hands, fighting to ensure that her face wouldn't betray just how good it felt to grip Marc’s hard but warm flesh under her hands, and the two were sidestepping together in no time.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

I know that I seem a little stressed out

But you’re here now

And you’re turning me on

Marc ignored how intoxicating Sigyn’s closeness was and focused on how to get more information out of her. It was clear she was feeling vulnerable, he needed to meet her where she was at.

“I got divorced. Recently.”

Sigyn’s eyes found Marc’s, open and compassionate. “I’m so sorry.”

“Not your fault,” he shrugged, “but know I do get what you’re going through.”

Put my mind at ease

Pretty please

“At least with my ex-wi—with Layla, things were pretty cut and dry as to why. I couldn’t be there for her, I couldn’t protect her, now she’s mixed up in the same shit as I am” Marc shared. “But what I can’t figure out is why Loki would leave you to team up with someone who wants you all dead.”

“Because he wants a throne,” Sigyn answered simply. “He’s always wanted a realm of his own to rule over. I suppose he believes allying himself with Gorr will not merely dispose of Thor but all deities who would challenge him.”

“But Gorr would kill him-“

“Not if Loki double-crosses him first,” Sigyn pointed out.

She knows how he thinks, Marc noted to himself, the song’s dulcet melody filling the silence.

If we take it further I swear I ain’t gonna break

So baby come try me

“But what do I know? Things had been comfortable, content between us. This could just as easily be his latest and arguably his grandest act of self-sabotage,” Sigyn mused. “A subject you seem well-acquainted with, no?”

“Dinner, dancing, and head-shrinking? You really know how to show a guy a good time, your highness.”

“Tell me Marc, did Layla ever say she required your protection?”

He bristled, refusing to reply.

“I don’t know her—“

“Yeah, you don’t.”

“But I’d venture that Layla, if she married you, hardly wanted, let alone needed, your protection.”

Marc’s grip tightened on Sigyn’s waist but he said nothing. They continued to dance in silence as the band moved into a new song.

Too much time, losing track of us

Where was the real?

“Did it ever occur to you that maybe Loki left you to protect you from what he felt he had to do?”

“A noble thought.” The same pained smile spread across Sigyn’s lips. “But you don’t know my husband.”

“I don’t,” he conceded, “but if our paths cross, I’ll be sure to kick his ass.”

“By all means. If there’s anything left after I’m finished with him, that is.”

Marc laughed, instinctively holding Sigyn closer, their lips millimeters apart. The air seemed to crackle around them.

Is it just our bodies?

Are we both losing our minds?

Instead of bringing his mouth to hers, Marc turned his face to murmur into Sigyn’s ear. “How about we get out of here?”

She shook her head. “Take me upstairs.”

Is the only reason you’re holding me tonight ‘cause we’re scared to be lonely?

Marc didn’t need to be told twice. As soon as the song came to an end, he escorted Sigyn off of the dance floor and out of the restaurant. With the way the waitstaff was fawning over the princess, he figured they’d know to put their meal on S.W.O.R.D.’s tab.

They crossed the expansive lobby with Marc’s arm around Sigyn’s waist, but not daring to do anything more. The wait for the elevator was excruciating, he could already feel himself beginning to grow hard, but all bets were off when the larger metallic doors closed behind them.

Their lips crashed together with a surprising amount of force, finally no longer denying their desire for each other. Sigyn’s hands gripped either side of Marc’s face, while his hands found purchase on her hips, walking her blindly back into the wall of the elevator, pressing his hard-on against her.

A throaty moan escaped Sigyn’s mouth in between harsh, hungry kisses when she felt Marc’s erection against her hip. She grinded against him, savoring the friction, detaching their lips to whisper, “Is that all for me, Moon Knight?”

He mouthed at her neck, encircling each of her wrists in his hands, pinning them to the wall, “Shut up.”

Sigyn acquiesced with a giggle that suddenly morphed in a moan when Marc bit down on the juncture of her neck and shoulder.

The elevator doors opened to their floor with a high chime. The pair stumbled out and disconnected, Marc adjusting his jacket to try and hide his boner while Sigyn smoothed out her dress, both aware that there were still two guards posted at the other end of the hallway outside the suite.

“Your highness,” they greeted them, opening the door for Sigyn and Marc.

She smiled and acknowledged the guards with a nod, hoping her eyes telegraphed Sigyn’s gratitude for not commenting on their appearances.

As soon as the door closed behind them in the suite, the two launched themselves at each other once more. This time Marc’s hands went straight under the hem of Sigyn’s dress to her ass and lifted the princess into his arms.

“I should fuck you against the door so they can hear,” Marc growled.

“Naughty,” Sigyn played with the hair at the nape of his neck, “spread me out on the bed first.”

Marc obliged, carrying her into the bedroom, and depositing Sigyn on the bed with a toss. She laid back amongst the pillows, separating her legs to give Marc a glimpse of the scrap of black lace covering her as he stripped off his shirt and toed off his loafers.

“Turn around,” he ordered.

Sigyn did so, and Marc unzipped her dress and slid it down her shoulders, kissing every newly exposed notch of her back as he went. He slipped off her stilettos and pushed the black fabric down her hips, Marc’s mouth watering when Sigyn’s full, toned ass came into view. He snapped the strap of her flimsy thong against her golden skin, earning a shiver from Sigyn.

“This ass,” he groaned as he pulled Sigyn’s back flush with his front. Marc snaked his hands up her taut abdomen, then cupped her breasts in his large hands.

“Marc,” she mewled as he resumed his attack on her neck.

He teased her nipples, pinching them. “What do you want?”

She answered him by slithering out of his grasp and twisting back around on the bed, sitting back on her heels. Sigyn’s hands went straight to Marc’s belt, undoing the strip of leather and unzipping his fly. She reached inside, taking his massive, insistent bulge in hand through Marc’s boxer-briefs, squeezing him through the fabric.

“Fuck,” he grunted.

Sigyn withdrew only to pull his pants and underwear down, Marc aiding her and by kicking them off. He stood before her in all of his glory, and a wicked, satisfied glint flashed in Sigyn’s eyes when she was able to take in Marc’s member without any obstruction. She bit her lip unconsciously - he was uncut and thick. An errant thought danced through her mind —she owed her sort-of brother-in-law an apology and her heartiest gratitude for pairing them together.

Concentrating back on the task before her, Sigyn pumped Marc a few times, climbed off the bed, and knelt before him. She brought her lips to his head tracing the shape of her mouth before laving kitten licks up his length.

Marc gazed down at Sigyn through hooded lids as his cock slipped between her lips and she bobbed up and down. He rested a hand on the back of Sigyn's head, guiding her eager mouth along the length of his dick. Shit she was good at this.

Well, she is a thousand-year-old goddess, Steven pointed out, probably had loads of time to practice.

The last thing Marc wanted to do was think about Sigyn with another man, the thought prompted him to begin thrusting into the warm, wet suction of the princess’s mouth. She moaned.

C’mon, fuck her mouth, Jake urged in Steven’s absence.

As if she could read their thoughts, Sigyn grasped onto the globes of Marc’s ass and pulled him deeper. His eyes rolled back in his head as she proceeded to deep throat him. Did Asgardians not have gag reflexes?

Marc could feel his orgasm creeping up on him. He pulled himself from between Sigyn’s plush lips, but the princess looking up at him with her wide sapphire orbs and glistening pout was nearly enough to undo Marc.

“Wanna come in your pussy,” he offered as an explanation, lifting Sigyn to her feet and pushing back onto the bed again. This time, he covered her body with his, Marc’s hand slipping down to her underwear, toying with Sigyn’s clit through the lace.

She let out a breathy cry, both relieved and riled up that her core was getting some much-needed attention. Marc’s dexterous fingers continued playing with her while another slipped between her folds, earning another keen from the princess. He proceeded to rip the thong clean off her body and redouble his efforts by thrusting two fingers inside of Sigyn. She canted her hips to meet his strokes, just as hungry for this as he was.

“Sigyn,” he murmured.

“Hgggnnn,” came her incredibly coherent reply.

“We need protection.”

Her eyes popped open, her brow creasing. “From what?”

“Sexually transmitted diseases,” he explained, “and pregnancy.”

“Our kind can’t contract any diseases from yours,” she panted. Marc hadn’t ceased his ministrations and hit a particularly delectable spot inside of her. “And I take a – um, tincture. F-f-for contraception.”

His thumb drew circles around her clit. “Fuck me already, Marc,” she demanded.

Marc was all too eager to acquiesce. He withdrew his fingers from Sigyn, inserting them into her eager mouth while he lined himself up with her dripping core. Sigyn licked Marc’s digits clean, treating him to more insistent, needy moans as he ran the head of his cock through her wetness.

At last Marc sank into Sigyn’s tight cunt. She felt just as heavenly as he’d imagined she would, her walls clinging to his shaft in a vice-like grip, encouraging him to sheath himself further.

As Marc pulled out to thrust back in deeper, Sigyn wrapped an arm around his neck and brought their mouths together once again. They collided in a mess of teeth and tongues, Sigyn breaking the liplock only when Marc picked up the pace of his hips, her neck thrashing to the side.

It felt as though Marc was consuming her, spearing her apart with his thick girth, and she loved it. What they shared felt more primal than her lovemaking with Loki had been as of late. Sex was a tactic or carefully calculated move in the chess game that her marriage had become, with Marc it seemed that they needed each other equally as badly, and for the same reason. To forget someone else.

And with a face like that and the way Marc pistoned his fat cock into her, Sigyn had no problem with forgetting everything except the stretch in her pussy, Marc’s dark, unflinching gaze, and the pair of bulging biceps that held her wrists above her head.

“You’re so strong,” Sigyn exhaled.

Marc grunted a reply, continuing to hammer into her.

“But so am I,” Sigyn smirked as broke free of his grasp, flipping them over so she was on top. She canted her hips and pinned Marc’s wrists just as he had hers, a devilish grin playing across her kiss-bruised lips.

Despite the hot thrill that raced down Marc’s spine at having a partner who could match his strength and the view of Sigyn’s tits bouncing in time with his thrusts, he wasn’t going to let her get away with it.

“Oh no you don’t,” Marc rolled them over again, splaying Sigyn back on the bed. He hooked the backs of her knees in the bends of his elbows to spread her legs wider and pounded in deeper.

Sigyn threw her head back against the bed’s downy comforter. “Norns, Marc, yes.”

But Marc was unable to shake the idea of fucking the Asgardian against the wall. He collected her in his arms and carried her to the wall opposite the bed. Sigyn’s breath hitched when Marc re-entered her and resumed his punishing pace. She clenched around him even harder, relishing the contrast between the rigid, polished wood paneling at her back and Marc’s searing flesh, damp with sweat, pressing into her front.

Marc was unrelenting in his assault on Sigyn’s pussy, driving his hips into her, earning a hybrid of a moan and shriek when the tip of his cock found her g-spot. He focused there with his thrusts, swallowing Sigyn’s cries and moans as he impaled her. Though initially Marc has wanted the guards to hear just how well he was fucking her royal highness, he’d changed his mind. Now he wanted all of Sigyn’s sweet little sounds for himself.

Particularly sweet was the sound of slick slap on skin-on-skin from where they were joined. “Do you hear that?” Marc asked her, his voice gravel. It sent another shudder through Sigyn. “You’re so wet for me baby, you gonna come on my cock?”

Sigyn pulled Marc closer to her, digging her manicured nails into the thick muscles of his traps. “Make me.”

The Asgardian’s challenge spurred Marc to redouble his efforts, holding Sigyn up with his pistoning hips and only one arm, the other shooting straight down to her clit. He rubbed rough, persistent circles into the nub, prompting Sigyn’s cunt to clench around him so tightly he could barely thrust.

Marc didn’t mind though, he ground his hips into hers and continued his stream of filthy goading, “You like that? ‘Cause I love the way your tight cunt is squeezing me. Come on, cream on my cock baby.”

Sigyn snapped with a loud, unprincess-like wail as she came, her pussy spasming around Marc’s hot length inside her. Her orgasm rushed like a roaring flame through her veins, her nails digging so deep into Marc’s shoulders she nearly drew blood. Marc didn’t stop grinding his dick into her core as Sigyn came, prolonging her release as he chased his. She didn’t know how long it took for the blinding euphoria to settle, but when Sigyn regained coherence Marc was still frantically fucking into her.

Despite the oversensitivity beginning to set into her groin, Sigyn tightened around his pulsing dick again and urged him on, “Marc, wanna feel you.”

That did it - not a moment later was Marc painting her walls with his hot seed. He slammed his free hand against the wall and his chest vibrated with a deep groan as he emptied himself inside of Sigyn, the climax so good he could forget about Khonshu, his divorce, and the impending threat of the Godbutcher, if only for a moment.

Marc gathered the remains of his strength and walked them back over to the bed, his softening cock still inside Sigyn. This time he lay her on the now mussed duvet much more gingerly, and extracted himself from her just as carefully.

They lay beside each other, looking into each other’s eyes for the right thing to say. This was so not how Marc thought tonight would go when he got the call from Agent Woo, but he was not complaining.

Marc spoke first. “How do you feel?”

Sigyn smiled - not an imperious smirk, nor the grin she used to mask her pain when talking about Loki. A genuine, unguarded smile. “Very good.”

“Just very good?” Marc scoffed with mock offense.

“Very very good,” Sigyn assured him with a kiss. “Wonderful, even. Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” Marc found it too easy to get lost in Sigyn’s eyes. “I am famished, though.”

“You did work up quite the appetite, Mister Spector,” Sigyn remarked. She sat up, pushing herself off of the bed. “Order us something, I’m going to clean up.”

What a gentleman you are, Steven fumed, leaving her to fend for herself as soon as you’re finished.

Marc sat up as well, eschewing firing back at Steven that he barely wasn’t a virgin anymore, and grabbed Sigyn’s wrist as she headed toward the en-suite. “I can get you–”

“It’s no trouble,” she told him. She gestured to her now thoroughly wrecked updo. “Besides I should tend to this.”

“Wait, let me…” Marc slid his fingertip along the inside of Sigyn’s thigh where his release had trickled out of her. She bent over obediently and sucked it clean, making Marc’s spent cock twitch in a valiant attempt to harden again so soon.

He enjoyed the view of the naked princess traipsing into the bathroom, then grabbed the in-room phone.

Part 2

A/N: The night’s just getting started for Sigyn and the Moon Boys...

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cffidelityy · 27 days

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[ bathe ]

There was nothing about the suggestion of sharing a shower that had been remotely innocent. It would have been folly to even suggest otherwise. Sure, it saved water... theoretically. But the smoldering gaze Sigyn had sent Eddie when she'd made the remark had said all he really needed to know.

The water could have been heated by a thermal vent and it still wouldn't have been the hottest element in the bathroom.

Beneath the cascade of water that had already fogged the mirror, the window, and the frosted glass of the shower partition beyond all reason, Eddie's arm circled about Sigyn's waist, tugging her up against his body. "Not plannin' on goin' anywhere soon, right?" he murmured to her, while his other hand slid purposefully up her torso. His palm grazed over her breast, feeling her rock-hard nipple all but scrape his skin, before his fingertips, found the hollow of her throat. There they dallied for a brief moment, caressing more than tickling, before shifting up and across. His thumb extended the opposite direction, circling the fullness of her throat with his grip.

"'Cause I'm thinkin' you're gonna be here for a li'l bit..."

It was rare that Sigyn initiated intimacy. Majority of the time Eddie couldn't keep his hands off her, but tonight she was feeling a bit. . . frisky. There was one thing Eddie had hinted at wanting to do with her, and tonight she was willing to make his fantasy come true.

Sigyn pulled her lip between her teeth as Eddie pulled her closer, trying to muffle the grunt that slipped past her lips. "Oh no, I'm not going any-eee where," she says, her voice hitching as his hands ran up her body, knees buckling as his hand wrapped around her throat. Of course, he would use that against her, get her all rilled up for him.

"Fuck. . . Eddie," the goddess whined, bucking her hips against him and biting down on her lip once again. "Just take me already.

#v; after the war.#tangleweave #;i don't regret it one bit {answered}#;only bought this dress so you could take it off {nsfw}

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bubbleteycosplay · 5 months

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What if Sigyn's stories

Part 26

So many different universes, so many different possibilities. And in some loves Sigyn and their different stories. Pictures and brief information have been written about some of these possibilities.But what is her full story, we don't know. But we can spin them further in our thoughts ^^

The whole project here serves to show the possibilities and potential that Sigyn would have had within the Marvel Universe. How she could have been reintroduced, her story made new and more exciting. #JusticeForSigyn stands for creating Sigyn content because Marvel doesn't give us any.

Inspired by @fauna-and-mythos @dailylogyn @dank-art @jonquilclegane @sigynthevictorious @thewitchysystem @shenanigans-and-imagines @sigynoffidelity @timeladyjamie @therese-lokidottir @puckwritesstuff @sigynappreciation @sigyn-obsessed @ellecaterina @roruna @sigyndottir @marvelentertainment @mistress-of-words

My Queen

Treason. Destruction. Truth.

He says you can only get up when you've reached the bottom.

Only when you are completely broken can you rise again.

I don't know if there's anything left that can be broken.

I'm running out of time. The enemies are getting closer and closer to me from all directions.

But this time I won't be alone.

A brother swore to protect me. The other person emphasized how much he hates me.

And yet they both want me.

But something dark is unfolding inside me.

A horrific event forces its way into my consciousness.

And even if the situation between us changes, it is these memories that could doom us all.

Loyalty and Mischief by (WIP)MermaidAriel13

When the beautiful Lady Sigyn arrives in Asgard, the Trickster-God, Loki, is determined to use her for his next scheme. But not all is as it seems, and Loki may just get a lot more than he bargained for.

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What if... Loki had a wife? This is the story of the only woman who ever loved the God of Mischief.

Lady Sigyn arrives in Asgard as the betrothed to the Crown Prince, Thor Odinson. But there is another who seeks her out. Loki, the God of Mischief and Thor's brother, means to use Sigyn in his scheme to shame Thor before all the Nine Realms. But something unexpected happens - Loki finds himself falling in love with his brother's fiancée and sets all in motion to be with her, even going against the King and Allfather himself.

But others fear the immensely destructive force that resides within Sigyn, as well as Loki's influence on her. As she struggles to keep hatred and desire for vengeance out of her heart, the all-consuming fire within her slumbers beneath the surface, waiting for that one fateful day to sprout forth and eradicate the universe... or save it from another certain titanic event.

Tangled Victorious Affair by discocompacto

While Loki is still struggling to wrap his head around the concept of the TVA, he is introduced to someone who, though now a complete stranger, will turn out to be (and, most importantly, to have been) far more significant than he could ever imagine— and yet still deep down remembered.

Be careful what you wish for

She should hate him, betray him, kill him - and under no circumstances fall in love with him!

But the dreams and wishes from childhood are over now!

Don't love me

Chaos lies throughout Asgard. Power struggles and intrigues decide the fate of the Aesir. A true master of manipulation ascends to the throne of Asgard - allying herself with the supernatural powers of the Raven. Above all, the words of a woman cursed to death: "You should never have loved me, Loki."

Gender fluid Sigyn

In the remote village on Midgard near the Veiled Mountains, life is peaceful and uneventful. Although one hears rumors of a war in the West, one pays little attention to them. Only the young farmer's son Sigyn wants to find out more about his world. He is fascinated by the old stories about the Dark One, who wanted to bring eternal night to the world.

He soon learns in a terrible way how much truth there is in these legends: bloodthirsty Trollocs, the elves of darkness, attack the village and burn down Sigyn's family farm. The magician Loki saves the boy at the last minute and travels with him to Asgard. There, Sigyn learns more about the legendary Dragon Reborn and understands how closely his own fate is linked to that of his world...

Verity Willis is Sigyn

Verity Willis would have expected everything, but not that she is a reincarnation: She learns from Lorelei that not only does an ancient magic slumber in her, but that it is also Sigyn's reincarnation - and in order to train it, she is supposed to go to Lorelei accompany. Between witch spells, mystical legends and legendary beings, Verity must now find her way in this new world. In doing so, she repeatedly finds herself in a conflict of interest because she has no memories of her past life. But unfortunately that's not all... Everything that was clear, their fixed goal in mind, is totally turned upside down. Because Verity gets on the track of a dark conspiracy that not only puts her life in danger. Revealing the truth about her identity through Lorelei's actions will reignite an old hatred.

Amora my Love

When Sigyn's parents suddenly die, she is left penniless and alone on the streets of Asgard.

And what makes her already difficult situation even worse: she is half dwarf, i.e. a member of the people who enslaved the Aesir centuries ago.

Outcast and hunted, all she has left is a special coin as a glimmer of hope, which can gain her entry into the famous Magic Academy, the recognized center of magical and martial training in the Asgard.

But her joy is short-lived when she learns that the magicians refuse to teach her. And so their desperate eyes wander down to the ruins at the foot of the Storm Rocks, hoping to find something there and thus a future for themselves...

Caught in her own darkness, she meets a young sorceress who takes care of her. With all the time that passes and stones in their path, they get closer and their adventure and love story together begins.

They lost 3 years by @jonquilclegane

They lost three years

After the battle of Ragnarok, Loki and Sigyn had agreed. No more crowns, or thrones, or Tessaract. Who cared about birthrights, when it was destroying their family and tearing them apart?

So once everyone was safe, they ran away, very, very far. Thor knew, of course, and had given them his blessing. Though they had not needed it, they had appreciated it.

They found refuge on a little watery planet, with lots of sunny islands and beautiful waterfalls, that reminded Sigyn of Vanaheim. What a lovely place to start their lives and raise their children!

But alas, it did not last long. One day, while they were having dinner, Loki felt suddenly sick. Sigyn rushed to his side, asking him what was wrong with him, but he could not answer. Instead, he turned into dust in front of her helpless eyes.

She screamed, cried, begged for him to come back, but it was in vain.

Loki was gone.

She contacted Thor and he explained that Thanos had won and that there was nothing they could do.

Sigyn refused.

She would get him back.

By any means. Had she to force the Norns to change their fates, she would.

Had she to sell her soul to all the demons of Muspell to bring him back, she would.

During three years, she looked for Karmilla, their Queen, but she seemed to have disappeared. All the Norns seemed to have died, vanished into thin air, and she wondered if it was also the design of the Purple monster, or some other dark, unknown threat.

Finally, she arrived at the roots of Yggdrassil and admired its beauty for a long time, before she heard a very familiar voice.

“Oh, what do we have here? Hello little one”

That’s when she saw him.

Loki.

Loki was inside of the tree!

What in Helheim was he doing there?

“My love!”, she called, but he stopped her.

“Not your love, I’m afraid, dear”, he corrected her, “Only one of their variants”

“Variants?”, she asked, confused at the whole situation.

“Your husband will come back in two more years”, he said, “But I can bring him back now, if you’d prefer”

Sigyn let a little cry escape her lips, and she breathe again for the first time in three years.

“Yes, please, my Lord”, she wailed, “I beg you, bring him back to me”

And so the God of stories did.

Loki and Sigyn woke up, in their little house, on the planet they called home, in the arms of each other. Loki did not remember what had happened, but was relieved he was back with his wife, once again. They might have lost three years, but they had the rest of eternity to enjoy their happy ending.

At the end of time

Loki hadn't noticed Sigyn running after him and through the protective door. When he turned around and saw her, he pushed her against the nearest wall with the help of his magic. "I have to do this alone," he said and looked over at Loki and Sylvie, who were standing behind the protective door and giving him worried looks.

Loki opened the floodgate "Finally knows what kind of god I must be, for you" he said and smiled at her and went outside.

While he was still grasping all the threads of fate, a hand fell into his. It was Sigyn who picked herself up shortly after Loki magically threw her against the wall and went after him. He starts it.

"I told you that I would stay with you until the end and if I followed you to the end of all things. "I will stay by your side no matter what happens," she said with a determination and love in her voice that made Loki, who was already very close to tears, now stream down his face. How much he loved the woman, how much he always surprised him and how much he sometimes just drove her stubborn head crazy.

"I'm right behind you," and released Loki's hand and summoned her magical bowl. And they both walked towards the throne where Loki sat down and wove destinies with one another, becoming the god of history. His wife at his side who, with the help of her bowl, let healing and help run through all the threads. United together for all eternity and never alone.

Part 27 is in progress ^^

Here you can find the last part

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mischief-lies-and-stories · 7 months

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"Wait, why is Loki naked?!?!"

This is The Mighty Thor issue 359, originally published September 1985. I should preface this by saying I have absolutely zero context for this comic. It is the oldest comic, Loki-related or otherwise, that I have ever read in its entirety, so aside from any context provided by the author, I have no idea what happens before or after. My knowledge going into it is this: the cover is vaguely reminiscent of a couple pieces of fan art I've seen (that I do not have sources or screenshots of at the moment, I'm sorry): one, a slightly more harmonious sibling AU with Thor and Loki seemingly willingly kneeling at Hela's feet, and another where Hela says "Kneel before your queen," and Thor kneels at Loki's (in fem form) feet. Additionally, I know Lorelei, and I don't like her. I don't dislike her as much as I dislike her sister, but neither of them are my favorite. Finally, I skimmed this last weekend when I started getting fixated on Sigyn just to see if she was in it. While I don't think I saw her, Loki DOES NOT WHERE A SHIRT for MOST of the issue, and I am greatly distressed (hence the title). This is why I'm actually reading it. Let's get into it. (EDIT: Loki does not actually get all the way naked, but oh boy does he try to get as much skin passed the 80s censors as possible!)

If the "In the service of Loki" doesn't get vaguely homoerotic, I'm gonna be mad.

My God, these old comics have a lot of words.

I guess even macho Asgardian gods were not immune to the fads of the 80s. Those leg warmers, damn, Heimdall.

No, get Amora out of here! She's just gonna make shit worse. Let's see where this goes. Maybe Loki just wants to, I don't know, invest in the arts and institute safety regulations as king. Just a thought.

Listen, I know nothing, so a Sif/Beta Ray Bill romance that ended as suddenly as I was aware it existed comes as out of left field for me as the forty-year-old Fig Newtons ad on the next page.

AMORA! You just wanted to kiss your sister's drugged up boyfriend!!!

I cannot with this fucking bird Lorelei rides. I'm dying.

Amora, you literally just said yourself that he was under an enchantment. What is this going to do?

Uh, RUDE.

Oh, hang on. Loki doesn't even know this is happening? Is that why he's naked shirtless when he finally shows up?

Ookay. He is naked. Because he's fucking Lorelei. Now it makes sense.

Yup. Also this reaction image is so funny, I'm dying!

I am uncomfortable.

I'M SHRIEKING! Why did they reference this weird, random, old comic about a convoluted triangle of seduction where Loki is naked the whole time in Ragnarok???!!! This is the most incredible thing I've seen all week. I'm going to be thinking about this forever. Does he pull this shit with Loki often? Is this a common thing? Is this a coincidence? I don't give a shit; I'm going to tell everybody I know as if I know for a fact that this is just some strange piece of trivia about Marvel and I don't care if it's accurate or not.

"This cloak EMPTY. YEET!" --Thor, probably, if this comic was published 35 years later than it was. (Also it is important to me that you understand: She was not wearing the cloak before he did this. It was hanging up. He comes over to her, takes the cloak off the wall as he goes, then wraps it around her while he does some magical feat of ventriloquy by talking while he full-on snogs her on the mouth. And then he yeets the motherfucker out of the cloak.)

Thor, Sif is also fucking someone else. This is a goddamn soap opera. I'm gonna need to make a diagram.

Thor gets on his knees a lot in this comic. Also the service of Loki byline was a fucking lie. He's not kneeling to Loki on the cover but Lorelei. He speaks to his brother for five minutes and it's while he's threatening to smash his face in with Mjolnir.

Please excuse my god-awful handwriting or the fact that I almost misspelled Lorelei's name twice or the fact that the apostrophe in fuckin' looks like an exclamation point.

#wow. just. wow #this was a trip #i did not expect to be smacked in the face with the possible origins of a ragnarok scene though #loki #loki comics #the mighty thor issue 359 #the mighty thor 359 #thor comics spoilers #marvel comics spoilers #marvel comics #reacting to vintage comics #reading vintage comics #old comics

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dramatisperscnae · 8 months

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@misstisalir

The modern world was a marvel of wonder after wonder. Mankind might be killing the whole damned planet, but at least certain things helped make the bad all the better. Sigyn, for example, had her women's shelter, and a husband to see when she came home most of the time. Their years apart had hardened her, but it was easy to soften when the smell of tea drifted over her nose like a bouquet. The smile that flicked up the edges of her mouth was quiet, almost reflective as she came up behind him. If it weren't for the distinct aura of their seidr, she never would have dared. Scaring him was not something she ever intended to do. Her arms wrapped around his waist, nose pressing in to his shoulder blade gently, "...Smells like my favourite. You always know when I've had a bad day."

It didn't take much for Loki to know when Sigyn was in a mood. They'd known each other since childhood, after all; she'd been one of the few who'd been able to keep up with him then. Later she'd been one of the precious few who'd never lost faith in him. Who'd still believed he was more than what rumor and tale made him. And she was, now, one of only two who could approach him from behind without fear.

Even so, the sound of her footsteps had him tensing for a moment before he felt her seidr against his own. Slowly he relaxed into her hold, one hand resting atop hers as he leaned gently back against her. His head turned enough to let her see his faint smile as he chuckled. "You're not quite so subtle as you might wish to be sometimes, love."

#misstisalir #loki ic #loki verse: worlds beyond

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lulubelle814 · 3 months

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Regards, Loki - Chapter 22

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She found herself dreaming of the labyrinth ballroom again. It was empty except for some decorations here and there. Wondering around, she looked at them closely. Faint music could be heard in the background, but nothing discernable. Upon hearing a whisper, she turned to find someone peeking from around a corner. From what she could tell, he was tall but couldn’t see his face due to some kind of mask. The one thing she could tell for sure was that it wasn’t Jareth. Whomever it was, he was still quite tall but had shorter hair and a nice, dark blue suit. Moving towards him, he disappeared around the corner as she came close to him. Looking around, she couldn’t spot him again.

Before she could continue to explore, she found herself waking up. Looking at the clock, roughly 2 hours had passed. Rather than stay in bed, she went to see if Cora was still around and found her in the living room watching TV. Opting to join her, she sat on the other side of the lumpy couch.

“This really is a shit sofa.” Cora let out a bark of laughter hearing Louisa admit that.

“I’d say it’s well past its prime, but that’s ok. It’ll do for now.” They passed the day watching tv in companionable silence.

Around 7 pm, there was a knock at the door, startling Louisa. Cora went to check who it was only to find Bruno once more and allowed him in. Louisa relaxed when she saw who it was but then was baffled by the bags he was carrying. He smiled at her and placed the bags on her small coffee table. “Compliments of Mr. Loki, ma’am. He told me a little of what happened. To repeat my offer, if there’s anything you need, let me know. I’d be happy to escort you shopping and such if it would help you feel safe.”

She smiled, grateful for his offer. “Thank you. That really means a lot.” Looking in the first bag, she found chocolates, muffins, and other assorted goodies. “These look delicious!” Opening the other, much larger bag, she reached in and felt something…..furry? Grabbing a hold of the item, she pulled it out of the bag to find a stuffed toy version of Ludo. She looked at it before pulling it close to her chest, tears starting to fall.

“Please don’t cry, Ms. Louisa. I don’t think he meant to make you sad.”

She looked back up at him. “I can’t believe he remembered.”

Cora helped explain. “It’s from her favorite movie, Labyrinth. Ludo is her comfort character.”

Bruno grinned. “It seems he knows Ms. Louisa fairly well.”

All she could do was smile and nod, still holding the stuffed toy close.

“I’ll take my leave. Promise you’ll call if you need anything?” She nodded as he left.

For the remainder of the night, she held Ludo tightly, taking it with her when she went to bed for the night. She had another nightmare. Someone came up behind her, placing their arm around her throat and dragging her down a dark alley. Once he was satisfied with how far they got, he flipped her around, slamming her against the wall.

“So pretty. All mine for the taking.” As he went to wrap his hand around her throat, she heard him hit the ground a few feet away. Opening her eyes, she saw Ludo. “Louisa…..friend.” Ludo made his way towards her attacker, picked him up, and tossed him in a dumpster before going back to pick her up. “Louisa, safe.”

As she hugged him, she saw something out of the corner of her eye. Actually, she saw someone. From what she could see, it was the same man she spotted in the ballroom. He was in the same blue suit, wearing the same mask. This time, she noticed there was something almost….ethereal about it? The look on his face was one of concern and relief. When Ludo let her out of the hug, she tried to approach him, but he disappeared before she could get too close.

Waking up in her bed, she found she’d been crying but had a deathlike grip on Ludo. Looking at the clock, it was about 1:30 in the morning. Looking at her rescuer, she realized she hadn’t thanked Loki.

Sigyn: Thank you so much for everything you sent.

She included a picture of Ludo sitting on her bed.

Loki: You are most welcome.

Sigyn: I had another nightmare that I was being attacked, but this time Ludo saved me.

Loki: I’m very glad to hear he’s looking out for you, as he should be. We had a very stern talk before Bruno picked him up.

Sigyn: I think he took your talk to hear.

Loki: Very good. You’ll have to thank him for me.

Sigyn: He says you’re welcome.

Looking in the upper right corner on her phone, she remembered how late it was.

Sigyn: What are you doing up at this hour?

Loki: Couldn’t sleep.

Sigyn: Do I need to send Ludo back to help make sure you get some rest?

Loki: Ehehehe I’ll be alright, love. Will you be able to get some more sleep tonight?

Sigyn: I’m not sure. I may go make a cup of tea.

Loki: Tea is always a good idea.

After a while and some calming tea, she was able to get back to sleep, holding Ludo close in an effort to keep the nightmares at bay.

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James, however, was not so lucky. He felt on edge, and it seemed there wasn’t anything to help him relax. In the meantime, he opened his computer and started reviewing the most recent email sent out to the charity committee regarding his idea. They loved it.

It was a tight deadline to get it all together as the gala was set to happen in just under 2 months at this point, but it had been the best idea presented, by far. Arrangements were already underway. The venue they had previously reserved was large enough for the ideas on how to decorate, and a couple members of the board were making phone calls to help with special items to display at the event. Others had already been working on raffle ticket ideas. Someone even secured a small orchestra to perform.

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tangleweave · 3 months

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[ gasp ] — sender gasps out during sex/stimulation ( for Eddie! )

[ Motion of the Ocean / Accepting ]

It hadn't been part of any conscious plan that Eddie knew of.

But he has no complaints about it now.

They'd been curled up with one another on the couch in his apartment, binging a baking show and taking notes on new iterations of chocolate confection. And their hands had begun to wander.

Eddie's fingers are far more deft and dextrous than his build might suggest them to be. His musculature is that of an offensive lineman. But his touch is delicate, methodical, and thoughtful -- all the things he could not be in childhood, cannot be as a hard-hitting journalist. And when his fingertips had brushed up the inside of Sigyn's thigh, leading to the fluttering of her eyelids and a half-murmured, half-whispered utterance of encouragement...

Well, what else is there to do?

His other arm is wrapped about her midsection, keeping her back braced against his chest, while his fingers sweep, swirl, and brush ever closer to the warmth of her core. Until this moment, he's not considered that Vanir biology might be any different from Terran. Not when Sigyn has shown herself to be as human in her soul as anyone he's ever met.

When his fingers nudge against the sweet stiffness of her bud, and she lets out an audible gasp, his face cracks into a crooked grin. His head dips down and his lips brush against her earlobe.

"Yeah?"

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november-rayne · 9 months

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Chapter Twenty-Two: Fond Farewells- Part Two

Chapter Summary: The continuation of the smut previous chapter.

Word Count: 3700

Rating: Explicit for smut

*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+

*Minors DNI*

Tags: Oral sex (male and female receiving) Degradation, Fingering, Bratty behavior, Soft Dom,

Chapter Index

Sigyn landed on her bottom with a gasp of surprise, holding the wine bottle in the air so that not a drop escaped. She scooted up the bed and rested her back against the headboard.

Loki went to his dresser and pulled on a pair of soft black pajama bottoms.

“Do you ever wear undergarments?” she asked as she watched him tie his hair back with a thin black leather cord.

“Never. I find them… too restrictive.” Loki started crawling up the bed towards her.

“Good to know.” She bit her lip as she watched him move.

Loki knelt beside her, took the bottle from her, and took a few long swallows before resting it on his thigh. He looked her over, “Are you okay?”

“I am more than okay.” She grinned, “Are you okay? I do not believe I have ever heard a sound like that come out of a person before.” She took the wine back and took a swig.

“I do not wish to inflate your ego, but...” he shook his head, “...damn woman. I don’t think I have ever come so hard in my life.” Loki shuddered at the memory.

“Mmmm…your face was…exquisite." She licked her lips, “I can hardly wait to do it again.” She traced her fingers over his knee as she took another drink.

He gazed at her in her bra and panties on his bed. ‘Mine. Forever. All mine.’ He ran his hand up her shin, over her knee, thigh, and back again.

“Something on your mind, My Prince?”

“I am trying to decide where to start. I want to touch you everywhere, all at once.”

Sigyn laughed, took another long swig from the bottle, and set it on one of Loki’s nightstands. She pushed onto her knees, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him. Loki wrapped his arms around her and rubbed his hands up and down her back. She pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips. Reaching behind her back, she unhooked her bra and tossed it to the floor.

Loki groaned and immediately moved his large hands to her bare breasts. She kissed him slowly, her fingers tracing lightly over his chest. He ran his hands along her back and squeezed her ass as he pressed his hips up. His cock was waking up again as she ground down on him in response.

She continued to move her hips in small circles atop him as he moved his hands over her body: thighs, butt, hips, back, shoulders, and neck. His hands left trails of fire along her skin. Her mouth stayed on his, relishing the feel of his lips moving with hers. She sucked his bottom lip, then slipped her tongue into his mouth with a moan. Loki moved his hands to the sides of her head, holding her gently as he kissed her.

Slowly their kisses became more urgent. Loki broke their kiss just long enough to roll Sigyn onto her back. She gasped for air as the weight of his body pressed into her. He fervently kissed her as he ran one hand down her body and hooked one of her legs around his waist. She immediately pushed her hips up into his with a moan, “Loki…” she breathed, turning her head to the side to encourage him to move his kisses where she wanted them.

Her hands were on his strong shoulders as he kissed along her jaw, under her ear, and down her neck. He slid his hands under her shoulders as he kissed along her collarbones and back up the other side of her neck. “Loki…I need…”

He smiled against her lips. “What do you need, kitten?”

“More.” She canted her hips upwards as he closed his mouth around the junction between her neck and shoulder. Sigyn gasped as Loki’s teeth grazed her skin. “Mmmm…more, please, lover.” She arched her back and pressed into him further.

Loki kissed down her chest, “More what, sweetling?” He pulled one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked deeply.

“Mmmm…” She was writhing beneath him, “Please?” Loki kneaded one breast while teasing the other with his tongue.

“What do you want? I want you to tell me.” He grinned as he lavished attention on her breasts.

She reached between them and slid her hand into his pajamas. She circled his cock and started stroking him. “I want you. All of you. I want you inside me. Fuck me, Loki.” Not the answer he was expecting; his breath hitched.

“Mmmm, not tonight, kitten.” She withdrew her hand with a whimper. “Ah, do not pout.”

Loki grinned and sat back on his heels between her legs.

“Where are you going?” She looked panic-stricken.

“I am thirsty.” He reached for the wine bottle and took a drink. He stared down at her laid out before him wearing only her tiny panties.

“Better?” she asked, a hint of annoyance in her tone.

“Not quite,” he smirked, mischief lighting up his eyes. He tipped the bottle, and the wine spilled onto Sigyn’s belly. His mouth was there in an instant, sucking it off her skin.

“Loki!” She flinched, “Oh my Gods.” she giggled.

“Hold still, or you will ruin my duvet.” He scolded her playfully as he did it again.

“Ah! That tickles!” He dribbled the wine into her navel and lapped it up. “Loki!” She pushed herself up on one elbow and tried to snatch the bottle from him. He pulled it away and held it just out of her reach.

“Ah ah ah, be a good girl and lie back down for me.”

“Or what?”

Loki raised an eyebrow at her, “Excuse me?”

She propped herself on both elbows, “Why should I do what you say?”

“Because I am your Prince. You will do as you are told.”

Sigyn scoffed, “Feeble excuse. Does that usually work?”

“Most of the time, yes!” Loki was trying to hold back his laughter.

“You are going to have to do better than that.” Sigyn inspected her fingernails, feigning boredom.

“You impudent little…”

Sigyn faked a yawn.

Loki’s jaw fell open. “You little… you are being very naughty.”

“What are you going to do about it?” She ran her foot up his side and placed it on his chest.

He grabbed her ankle firmly and held her leg in the air. He tipped the bottle near her foot and watched as the wine raced down her leg to her thigh. His tongue was there before it reached her panties. He licked and sucked her leg from her thigh to her foot, cleaning the wine as he went.

“You seem to be under the impression that I will tolerate your cheek, you lusty little minx.” He dropped her leg unceremoniously to the side as he crawled off the bed and set the wine down. He slipped his pajamas off and stroked himself, “Kneel before your Prince.”

Sigyn eagerly scrambled off the bed and sat on her heels, folding her hands in her lap, awaiting instructions. Loki stroked her cheek with his thumb. “What a pretty little cock slut the Norns have sent to me.” She licked her lips as she stared into his eyes. “What do you think? Should I fuck that smirk off your face?”

She shivered, “Yes, please.”

“Open.”

Sigyn raised to her knees so that her mouth was level with Loki’s hips and placed her hands on his thighs to steady herself. He placed one hand on the back of her head; his other guided his cock into her mouth.

“You are brazened, emboldened, and shameless,” he hissed as she hollowed her cheeks around him. “You are a constant temptation.” He gently thrust in and out of her. “Unhh…You have taken up residence in my mind.” He moaned as her hands made their way to his balls. “You disregard royal protocol.” She ran a hand over his round ass. “You sass me when silent obedience is expected.” His breaths were coming quicker. “Ahhh…You are a naughty, naughty girl.”

He held her head gently with both hands as he fucked her mouth. “You… uh… oh fuck…” His eyes rolled back, “Always so hungry for my cock.” His hips stuttered, and his rhythm faltered. “You are my…unh…perfect match. Mine…forever.”

Sigyn moaned deeply around him. The vibration made Loki’s back arch. “Ahh…Sssig…I’m…” He tapped her cheek in a warning. She grabbed his hips and held him in place as his orgasm wracked his body. His knees threatened to give out, and he staggered where he stood. She pulled from him with a ‘pop’ and sat back on her heels, grinning and wiping her chin with her hand as she watched him regain his wits.

“You are still smiling, kitten.” Loki’s voice was gruff as he pulled his pajama bottoms back up.

“So I am, My Prince. Your enjoyment brings me immense satisfaction.”

“Even as I use you for my own pleasure?” She took his hand as he helped her off the floor.

“Of course. You have no idea the effect you have on me while you are lost in your bliss.” She guided his hand to the apex of her thighs. Loki stroked the outside of her panties. They were wet with her arousal. “The look on your face, the sounds you make…” Sigyn shivered, “Norns, they are the most beautiful things in the world to me.”

“Sigyn…” He placed his hands on the sides of her face.

“It also excites me when you pretend to be in charge,” she giggled.

“Pretend to be in charge?” He arched an eyebrow as he stifled a laugh, “Would the little minx like a more severe form of punishment?”

“Mmmm…” she trailed her fingers across the plane of his chest and down his abs. “Do not tease me, Your Highness. Besides, I do not consider sucking your cock a punishment. If anything, it is more motivation to misbehave.” She bit her lip and pressed herself tightly against his body.

Loki stared down at her, stunned into silence. He shook his head infinitesimally, “What in the Hel did I do to deserve you? If we were not already betrothed, I would grovel at your feet, begging you to marry me.”

Sigyn laughed and kissed him sweetly. Picking her up, he deepened their kiss, tasting himself on her tongue. Setting her near the top of the bed, he moved over her. He kissed her eagerly while running his hands everywhere he could reach.

Slowly his kisses made their way down her body. Sigyn moaned and writhed, her eyes were closed, and her hands were clinging to the duvet.

Loki sat back on his heels, “May I?” he asked as he hooked his fingers around the top of her panties.

“Please.” She lifted her hips slightly off the bed as he slid her panties off.

Her thighs instinctively came together to shield her naked sex. “Let me see you, sweetling,” Loki whispered as he ran his hands down her belly, over her thighs, to her knees. She relaxed as he pushed her knees apart.

“Hello, beautiful.” She was pink and glistening, her little nub half hidden in her folds, beckoning for Loki to bring her out. He brushed his fingers lightly over her mound, through her neatly cropped dark curls, “So pretty.” He leaned over and kissed her knee, not taking his eyes off his prize, “By the Norns, Sigyn…” he looked into her eyes and grinned, “I think I am going to cry.”

A burst of laughter escaped her lips, “Loki!” She threw a pillow at his face, which he quickly swatted away. She was still laughing when he settled over her, his smile faded, and his face became very serious. Her laughter halted immediately. He was so handsome. Her heart started pounding as he locked her in his gaze.

“You will tell me if you want me to stop.”

“Yes.”

“You will tell me if I do anything you do not enjoy.”

She nodded, “Yes.”

His lips curled up into a wicked grin, “You will watch me as I make you come apart with my tongue.”

“Ugh, Loki...” her chest heaved, “Yes. I will try.”

“Good girl,” he purred slowly. He placed a kiss over her entrance, and she shuddered. Taking a deep breath, he inhaled the sweet scent of her and groaned on the exhale, his cock stirring again already.

“Ahh… Loki…” Sigyn’s back arched off the bed, head falling back.

“Eyes on me, my sweet.”

She nodded and returned her gaze to him as he started kissing the inside of her thighs. He licked her slit with a flat tongue; her fingers curled into his hair.

“I love you,” she moaned breathlessly.

Loki smiled against her skin, and his heart fluttered, “I love you.” His warm breath fanned over her heated sex. He placed more open-mouthed kisses on her thighs, sucking a bruise where he knew only she would see it.

Sigyn watched as his tongue explored her. Loki moaned as he placed his open mouth over her clit. “Ahh,” her hips bucked involuntarily, and her hand wandered to her breast without realizing it. Loki sucked on her clit as two of his fingers teased her entrance. She squeezed her nipple and ground down, trying to encourage his fingers forward, moaning wantonly. “Ahh, Loki…” He kept his lips pressed to her as his tongue circled her clit. A waterfall of curses fell from Sigyn’s lips as Loki slowly pushed his long fingers into her.

Loki raised his eyes to hers, the baby blue of his irises all but gone, his pupils blown wide with lust. Sigyn choked on a sob as he curled his fingers inside of her. “Fuck, Loki…” He alternated between lapping at her folds, sucking her between his lips, and teasing her with the tip of his tongue as his fingers moved inside her.

The expertise of his ministrations had Sigyn’s legs shaking and her abs quivering as she soared closer to her climax. “Loki…” she panted his name again and again and again. He relished the way it tumbled from her lips as he watched her sweet face.

“Do not hold back, my sweet. Come for me.”

She shook her head, “Don’t… stop.”

“Does this feel good, kitten?”

“Ahh, fuck yes.”

“Come for me, sweetling.”

She shook her head again, “Don’t… want it… to end.”

“As you wish.” He grinned and put his mouth to her again.

“Ahh,” she tweaked her nipple, “Loki…fuck…” The fingers of her other hand twined in his hair.

He placed his tongue flat against her clit and pressed into it as he nodded his head. Sigyn gave up trying to hold on as she felt a tidal wave of pleasure send her over the edge.

She came silently as her face scrunched up, mouth wide open. Her fingers curled into the duvet as her toes curled around empty air. Lost in the sea of bliss that Loki sent her to, her vision blurred, her breaths stuck in her chest, and her abs and pelvic muscles spasmed.

Loki eased her down gently, stroking her languidly and praising her: “Beautiful, just stunning. You did so well, precious. Good, good girl.”

Sigyn looked down at Loki again as he removed his fingers from her and placed them in his mouth. He licked them clean of her essence, “You taste divine, my love.” Sigyn’s body shuddered in response.

He crawled up to lay beside her, pulled her against his chest, and stroked her trembling body. Peppering her forehead with kisses, he said, “I’ve got you.” And he rested his chin on the top of her head.

Slowly Sigyn’s breathing returned to normal, “Oh, my Gods, Loki, that was…“ she pulled back to look at his face, “that was incredible.” She shuddered again as an aftershock rumbled through her. She touched his face and caressed his cheekbone with her thumb.

“I enjoyed it as well.” He smiled at her as he rubbed his hard cock against her thigh.

“Norns, Loki…” She smiled back at him and hooked her leg over his hip.

He ran his hands over her, “I cannot believe I have you here, naked on my bed. It is thrilling.” He pressed his cock against her again. “Are you cold, sweetling?”

“Quite the opposite.” Smirking the way she knew drove him mad, she let her eyes follow her hand as she slowly traveled to the inside of his pajamas. Loki sucked in a breath as she started stroking him.

“Oh darling,” he stilled her hand with his, “We will be here all night if you feel the need to get me off every time my cock stirs.”

“I do not mind.”

“I know, kitten. Just let me hold you for a bit.”

“Mmmm, this is nice too.” She closed her eyes and pressed her face into his chest as she rested her arm over his side. Their breathing soon fell into rhythm with one another. Sigyn felt so safe and warm wrapped in his arms, listening to his heart beating close to her ear. She felt herself drifting off to sleep, and a contented sigh escaped her lips.

Loki’s fingers traced patterns on her bare skin, “As much as I hate to do it, I must return you to your father for the night.”

Sigyn groaned, “What time is it?”

“Just past eleven.”

Sigyn kissed his chest, “We have a little time.”

Loki chuckled, “What would you like to do?”

Heat pooled in her lower belly as she guided his hand to the apex of her thighs again. Loki wasted no time stroking her folds.

“You feel so good beneath my fingers,” he purred. “But I have a better idea.” Sigyn watched with curiosity as Loki pushed the pillows off the bed and lay flat on the mattress.

“What are you doing?”

“Come.” He patted the tops of his shoulders.

She looked at him blankly, “I don't understand.”

“Come here and straddle my face.”

“I couldn’t possibly…”

Loki propped himself on his elbows, “You’ve never ridden on someone’s face before?”

She ducked her chin to her chest. “No.”

“Oh, sweetling…” he grinned widely, “there is no need to be embarrassed. You are in for a treat.”

“But…”

“Come now; you will not hurt me.”

“I don’t know…”

“I do. Come. I have done this hundreds of times. Trust me; you will love it.”

And she did. Once she overcame her initial trepidation, she realized she would not hurt or accidentally smother him. Holding onto the headboard for support, she rode his face through not just one but two orgasms. Loki was a virtuoso with his tongue. When she flopped back onto the mattress, all her bones felt like jelly.

“I cannot believe…” she was panting heavily, “I cannot believe I have never done that before.” Her body was still naked, and her skin was flushed from head to toe. “That was amazing!”

Loki chuckled as he untangled himself from her legs. “You are a very enthusiastic student. So clever.” He stood beside the bed and stretched.

Sigyn rolled onto her belly and let her arm drape off the side of the bed after stroking the back of Loki’s leg through his pajamas a few times. “You are going to regret teaching me. That is my new favorite thing.”

“So eager to use me for her own pleasure.” He pinched her bottom. “My, how the tables have turned.”

“What is it you say…fair is fair?” She closed her eyes and let out a contented sigh.

Loki pulled a dark grey cotton t-shirt and thick grey woolen socks from his dresser. Sitting beside Sigyn’s head on the bed to pull them on, he stared down at her, naked, sated, and lying on his bed. He felt like the luckiest man to have ever lived.

Then his heart sank, “I have just enough time to get you dressed and walk you back to your chambers,” he said as he rubbed her back.

“These are my chambers now. I don't think I can walk.”

Loki laughed and smacked her bare ass. “Lie there and recover while I search for your undergarments.”

“Mmmm.” That was all she managed to respond.

After he helped her into her clothes and fixed her hair with his seiðr, he cast an illusion over himself so that he appeared to be wearing the same clothes from earlier, right down to the boots.

Next was Sigyn’s turn. She pouted as she retook the image of Thor, but Loki dropped her illusion as soon as they were in the corridor of her chambers.

“This has been one of the best nights of my life.” She leaned heavily into his embrace as they stood before her front door. “I love you so much. I am going to miss you.”

“I do not want to leave you.” He stroked her hair, “This feels like torture.”

“I will be at the stables in the morning to see you off.” She kissed him once sweetly on the lips and moved to curtsey.

“Wait,” Loki pulled her back to him. He kissed her deeply, “Good night, my sweet Sigyn. My precious Lady. I love you more than I can put into words.”

She smiled and stroked his face. “Good night, My Prince. I love you too.” She gave him a deep, slow curtsey and slipped through the door to her chambers.

Loki stood in the hall and stared at her door for a handful of moments before turning on his heel and returning to his own rooms. Once there, he noticed the two half-full glasses of wine on his dining room table and immediately longed for her to be in his arms again. The feeling was made worse when he entered his bed chamber. The large bed looked all wrong without her on it.

He took his journal from his nightstand and settled against the headboard to put his thoughts on parchment. He fiddled with his fancy gold fountain pen as he stared at the bags Margit had packed for his trip, waiting by his wardrobe.

‘It is going to be a long three days.’ He mused to himself as he started writing.

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Norse Retellings - Sigyn and Angrboda

A/N: This post has been sitting in my drafts for almost a year, but my opinions are the same. At some later date I might reread The Witch’s Heart to reassess.

I’m jotting down some thoughts I’ve mulled over after finishing Cat Rector’s The Goddess of Nothing at All. It’s a retelling of the Norse myths through Sigyn’s perspective, making tweaks here and there to the stories on the grounds that some details were altered in the later accounts to make her husband Loki more of a villain and herself more of a clueless or complicit bystander.

Reading this book naturally reminded me of Genevieve Gorchec’s The Witch’s Heart. It does something similar but with Angrboda, Loki’s other wife or mistress, depending on how you interpret their relationship. In that book, she’s definitely Loki’s wife. Both books choose to make a wife/lover of Loki into the protagonist, and I’m not sure which version I like better. They each have their pros and cons, but my biggest problem is how similar these characters are despite being from different races and different parts of the Norse myth narrative.

Both of these leads deal with three major issues or arcs:

self-discovery or actualization

being in a relationship with Loki

protecting their children

You can see how sharing not one but three of these can make them seem so alike. There are, fortunately, finer details that distinguish them a bit.

To start, they initially have different motives. Sigyn in GoNAA wants a title to make her a “real” goddess, but Odin has denied it to her for flimsy reasons. She’s so desperate to win his favor and feel empowered that she recruits Loki as her teacher in seidr in exchange for getting him out of exile from Asgard. Angrboda in TWH escapes the Aesir after being “executed” by them to live a peaceful, solitary life. This is complicated by her amnesia, which leaves her uncertain of her own identity. I think Sigyn’s motive makes her more proactive than Angrboda in the beginning.

However, Sigyn’s drive for a title falls by the wayside as she gets wrapped up in Loki’s sheningans and, later, the trials of raising a family. I suppose it offers commentary on how, no matter how much Sigyn wants recognition for herself, her story is more about Loki and her children. The ending promises a bit more for her, so there’s that.

For Angrboda, she isn’t as proactive until later in the story, and it’s still only tangentially related to discovering her identity. Like Sigyn, her arc gets swallowed up by Loki and her children. But Angrboda’s real disadvantage is that she has little involvement in the other Norse myths apart from the ones about her children being taken by the gods and her giving Odin information about Ragnarök. This means she hears more about things than participates in or even witnesses. Sigyn has more to do, so more of the myths directly impact her. Rector also tweaks the story about Angrboda and her children (Hel, Fenrir, Jormungandr) to let Sigyn be more involved, which Gorchec does not do in TWH.

Rector has more success with Sigyn as a protagonist because she’s willing to play around with details from the myths and cast it as the “true” story (or at least Sigyn’s version of things) so that Sigyn can have a greater presence. Gorchec keeps more closely to the original myths, apart from making Angrboda also be Gullveig, Heid, and Hyrrokkin. As with Rector’s Sigyn, these changes allow Angrboda to participate in a few more incidents in Norse myth. I wish she had been willing to take it even further, especially when revealing Angrboda’s backstory beyond the hints we get. Whereas Sigyn’s concern for her family ultimately overshadows her personal ambitions, which in itself can make sense as a character arc, Angrboda’s search for her true identity never disappears but also doesn’t gel with her concern for her family. These two desires keep interrupting each other for attention in the narrative.

All that said, Sigyn and Angrboda in their respective retellings are portrayed as, for lack of better words, the “better” partner to Loki. Angrboda in GoNAA is little more than a witch with a vendetta against the Aesir; that’s the only reason she partners with and has children with Loki. This actually makes her more interesting in my opinion. She does care about her children, but she sees them as tools for revenge, too. Sigyn, by contrast, becomes a more nurturing mother to Fenrir, Hel, and Jormungandr (and Sleipnir) despite not being biologically related (and feeling betrayed by Loki).

Sigyn in TWH ... well, we don’t have much to say about her except what the original myths suggest. She’s Loki’s faithful wife, but she’s understandably appalled by his relationship with Angrboda. She seems naïve and lashes out at Angrboda for being Loki’s “mistress” with monstrous children. While Angrboda never meets Sigyn’s sons, she too takes care of Sleipnir for a time.

In short, Rector and Gorchec are not interested in making the “other woman” more likable than, or even as likable as their heroine. It makes sense, but this contributes to the “sameness” these retellings share. Sigyn and Angrboda are both well-meaning women who fall in love with Loki, love their children, are betrayed by Loki, fall out of love with him, then come to forgive him by the story’s end. They and the “other women” start out disliking each other but develop begrudging empathy.

I think, in the end, while the protagonists could stand to be more uniquely developed beyond familiar “heroine of myth retelling” tropes, Rector is more successful at lending texture to her rendition of Asgard and the other worlds, which definitely doesn’t stick with Viking-Age technology or atmosphere. I rather wish Gorchec had allowed Angborda to interact with more characters, even if they had to be original. I like her portrayals of Skadi and Gerd, but we could have seen more of the giants to better understand their culture and how the perceptions of the Aesir could have been skewed. I prefer the more faithful “ancient” vibe of The Witch’s Heart over the anachronistic world of The Goddess of Nothing At All, but it needed more concrete depth and dimension, not just teasings. Same goes for Angrboda herself. Our leading ladies can be more complicated.

#book review #long post #the witch's heart #the goddess of nothing at all #norse mythology #mythology retelling

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lokiinmediasideblog · 9 months

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Sigyn stans who wanted Sigyn to be Loki's love interest in the show have only proven that they've completely misunderstand the show's themes. The core philosophy of the show is all about fighting determinism, forging your own fate, and deconstructing what it means to be a Loki. And pairing Loki up with the woman who is his assigned wife in every iteration of the character, Marvel and non-Marvel alike, just because it is, to borrow terminology from another multiverse story, a Canon Event, feels like giving in to conformity. Loki falling in love with a variant of himself is not just a weird idea that the writers wanted to tap, it's a central part of the theme because it has never happened before and was never meant to happen and this is what makes it so disruptive and reality shattering, something you could never get with a romance between Loki and his Assigned Canon Wife. Sigyn stans keep trying to find ways in which the writers could shoehorn Sigyn in Season 2 with no regard for thematic consistency just because they want to see her bland ass be made canon at all costs, like having a love triangle between her, Loki, and Sylvie, of which Sigyn would come out victorious, as if LOKI was a CW show and not a 12 episode limited series with many threads to wrap up and no time to introduce new major characters.

The Loki series is the MCU work that has granted Loki the freedom to break out from his preordained self-destructive path culminating in a violent death. I have seen her stans be like "who is going to keep venom from falling on Loki's face?" and I am like, what if Loki never has to meet his myth-accurate (and sometimes comic-accurate) punishment? I personally like how shitpost-like the plot of the Loki series is. It's fun for an "Explain this badly" kind of game.

I really dislike Marvel's version of Sigyn and I feel bad for the mythological counterpart for sharing the same name. I hate the Sigyn stan guilt-tripping and ridiculous twisting into social justice discourse. There's the whole "you don't care about abuse victims because you don't care about a glorified prop of a comic book character." And "Gender-conforming women have it worse than gender-nonconforming women" which I take personally. I would give her the Poochie treatment.

#anti logyn #comics!sigyn #comics!loki #mcu!loki

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Scared to be Lonely - Part 3

Part 1 Part 2 Epilogue

Summary: Jake has entered the chat and it’s about to get nasty.

Rating: Explicit, Minors DNI!

Pairing: Jake x Fem!OC, past Steven Grant x Fem!OC, past Marc Spector x Fem!OC, past Loki x Fem!OC

Word Count: 5.2k

A/N: Oh my goodness everyone thank you for the great response to the first two installments of this fic! So encouraging for a long-time lurker, first-time poster. It helps keep me writing, and I apologize for the delay here! If it’s any consolation, this is an absolute fuckfest. Also as for the Allspeak of it all, I imagine Sigyn is speaking to Jake in Spanish the entire time but since English in my first language (I’m an intermediate Spanish-speaker) and it is for most you all as well, their dialogue is primarily in English. I sprinkled in a few Spanish phrases and the pet names throughout though, and translations are at the bottom of the post!

TW/CW: Handsy Jake before he’s gotten full consent, light bondage, breastplay, fingering (both vaginal and anal, f!receiving), rimming (f!receiving), oral (f!receiving), dom!Jake and bratty!sub!Sigyn (our girl’s a switch), orgasm denial, spanking, mucho dirty talk that includes pet names, grinding, anal sex, unprotected sex, exhibitionism between the alters, masturbation, cumshot, aaaaaand you guessed it, angst!! 🙃 But also aftercare because as ruthless Jake may be in the streets, something tells me he takes care of his lady in the sheets.

When Sigyn’s eyes blinked open, she could just spot the edges of the sky beginning to lighten. Steven’s arm was still wrapped around her, holding her snugly to his body. It made her bite her lip as she grinned, taking an odd sense of pride at easing away some of her lover’s shyness.

She twisted in his grasp, ready to rouse him with a kiss, but he was already awake, watching her. One look at the man in bed with her and the Asgardian knew he wasn’t Steven. There was a hardness and rapacity behind his eyes that ruled out him being Marc as well.

Sigyn tensed, but didn’t allow her face to betray any fear. She retreated to her mask of haughty indifference. “And you are?”

“I’m the man who’s going to fuck you properly.”

The princess instantly recoiled. “I beg your pardon?!”

Jake faltered, “You can understand me?” He’d figured Sigyn wouldn’t since she’d spoken exclusively English with his alters.

“Asgardians possess what we call the Allspeak, which means we can understand all languages across the nine realms,” Sigyn explained. “Now, would you like to try that introduction again?”

He gathered himself. “I’m Jake, es un placer conocerte.”

He reached to kiss Sigyn’s bare shoulder, yet she evaded him. “Marc didn’t mention you. Nor did Steven for that matter.”

“Si. I’m their dirty little secret.”

“Why is that?”

“Dunno, maybe because I’m Khonshu’s favorite.”

“What sets you apart, I wonder,” Sigyn mused. “Surely it’s more than your coarse language.”

He let out a quick, amused laugh. “I get the job done, no matter what.”

“And is that what I am to you, to them?” she questioned, “A job?”

“I guess so,” Jake shrugged, “but I think you’re something else altogether…”

He leaned to her again, trying to wrap his arms around the princess’s waist, but Sigyn disappeared in a shimmer of golden light. She reappeared on the other side of the room, materializing on one the chairs in the sitting area, a short black satin robe now draped over shoulders and tied securely around her body.

“Santa mierda,” he breathed at Sigyn’s vanishing act. It shouldn’t have been as hot as he found it to be.

“You assume because I laid with the other men, you’re entitled to me as they are.”

“Sigyn–”

“Your highness,” she corrected him.

Jake held his hands up in surrender, sending her his most disarming grin, “Princesa.”

“Steven and Marc earned my trust, my desire. I’m not some common whore that you’re promised a turn with,” Sigyn spat at him.

He moved toward her, slower this time, but Sigyn’s magic was quicker. Next thing he knew, Jake’s wrists were pulled above his head, tied to the headboard. If the Asgardian wanted Jake to settle down, this certainly wasn’t the way to do it. His cock stirred beneath the sheets, he did always love a challenge.

Play nice, for fuck’s sake, Marc implored him from the glass top of a nightstand that flanked the bed. Don’t ruin this.

“I’m sorry, su alteza. I was out of line,” he apologized. Sigyn’s face was as impassive as stone. “I…I won’t try anything again, I promise. Forgive me.”

Sigyn seemed to be fascinated with her manicure. Jake tried to test his bonds, but the ropes the princess had conjured were strong.

“It’s um, clear you’re a lot more powerful than you look,” he continued as he fidgeted, trying to slip his hands free, “I was distracted by your beauty.”

“Shall I leave you here?” she pondered. “Let Thor and the others find you like this when they return?”

Jake smirked at her. “Carino, I don’t think that’s going to have the effect you intend it to. I’m nothing like the others.”

Sigyn followed his gaze to the tent forming under the sheets. With a scoff and an eyeroll, she waved her hand and freed Jake from the restraints. She dematerialized in another flash as he tended to his reddened wrists.

What’d you have to do that for? Steven reprimanded him. Now she’s gone, S.W.O.R.D. is going to be so cross with us, let alone Thor. Blimey, we’ve made an enemy of the god of thunder–

“Callate”, Jake silenced his alter and did his best to ignore the concern beginning the brew in his stomach. Giving no regard to his nudity, he exited the bed for the living room only to find Sigyn curled up against the bay window. A pale shade of blue had begun to paint the horizon.

“If you’ve been able to do that the whole time,” he asked, making sure to keep a safe distance, “why haven’t you left already, bruja?”

“I prefer the term sorceress,” she replied automatically, then caught herself. She mustn’t reveal too much.

The truth was Sigyn’s ability to teleport with her magic was limited. Though she’d been working on incorporating the skill into her combat, the Asgardian lacked the control over it she desired and could only travel a handful of paces without tiring herself. On Asgard, her powers seemed paltry compared to her husband’s, who was regarded as one of the most powerful sorcerer’s the nine realms had ever seen. Like being called goddess, she guiltily cherished Midgardians that perceived her as a strong, powerful deity, since she’d spent most of her life feeling like anything but.

The princess chose to cite another reason, still true but that one that had contributed slightly less so to her surrender to spending yet another night in the hotel that had become her cage.

“Because I wanted to Marc to fuck me,” she told him, enjoying the jealous flare of Jake’s nostrils when she said it.

“You’re missing out princesa,” he chided her. “If you thought the other two could show you a good time–”

“You’re leaving yourself very vulnerable like that,” Sigyn interrupted him and gestured to his bare, caramel skin.

“I’m not worried.” He hadn't missed how the princess’s eyes had roamed over his body, lingering just a fraction of a second too long on his legs and now soft cock.

“Perhaps you ought to be. Men’s underestimation of me is one of my most powerful weapons.”

Jake stalked closer to Sigyn’s perch on the upholstered bench by the window. “Oh I know exactly what you’re capable of, and if you’d wanted to do something to me, you would've by now.”

The pursing of Sigyn’s lips and lack of response meant he was right.

“You can’t blame me for wanting you,” he continued as he sat next to her on the windowsill. “I don’t get a lot of time off-duty with the body and I…I mean come on, you’re a goddess.”

Sigyn squirmed. “I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that term to be perfectly honest.”

“You sure seemed to like it when Steven called you that.” The glare Sigyn shot him prompted an instant apology from Jake. “Lo siento.”

“We were in the throes of passion,” she explained, her defenses back up.

“Claro. Princesa it is, then.”

“What do you mean when you say you don’t have much time ‘off-duty’ with the body?” Sigyn inquired.

“Khonshu refers to his avatar as his fist of vengeance. Marc likes to think he’s it, but it’s me. It’s like I said earlier, I get the job done and I’m fucking good at what I do.”

Quiet fell over the two. While Sigyn took comfort in it, Jake found it intolerable. He sprung up and began pace, rifling through the files and materials S.W.O.R.D. left behind until he unearthed a pack of cigarettes.

“Can you light this?” He asked with the smoke between his lips.

“Ask nicely.”

“Fuck, I’ll just find a light.”

Before Jake could however, the room’s sole box of matches flew into her hands. He turned back to her with a grimace.

“Por favor su alteza”. He considered adding in a mocking little bow, but for once restrained himself.

Sigyn complied with a flick of her fingers. She opened the window behind her so the smell wouldn’t linger.

Silence blanketed them once more, Jake particularly aware of the princess’s eyes on him, examining his gait, the way in which he held himself, how he’d pushed his hair back unlike Steven who preferred it parted towards one side. Soon it became unnerving.

“What?” he snapped

“It’s mad.”

“What is?”

“You all share a body but look so different.”

Jake shrugged, taking another drag from his cigarette. “Does it scare you?”

“No.”

“Does it fascinate you?” Sigyn could hear the years of resentment and hurt caged within the question.

“That’s not the word I’d use.”

“What would you use then?” Jake challenged her.

“Intrigued, perhaps,” Sigyn answered simply.

“Por supuesto,” he laughed humorlessly. “I saw you with Marc downstairs. You wanna shrink all of our heads, I’m just next up.”

“That’s not true, Jake,” the Asgardian kept her voice even. “I merely wish to understand better. You’re not the first complicated man I’ve been with.”

“That’s right, Prince Not-So-Charming.”

Sigyn allowed the barb to roll off her back. “I know how it feels to an extent. To be seen and praised for one thing. I was nothing but an adornment to Loki. At least you get to fight.”

Another laugh without a trace of humor or cheer from Jake.

“Oh come now,” she cajoled him. Sigyn shifted from her seat leaning against the window to sitting on her knees away from the panes, facing Jake. “You know by now that the only way I’ll let you have me is if you open up.”

Jake stubbed out his cigarette. “Mira, I don’t think that’s true.” He approached her once more, his stride loosening into a swagger. “I think you want someone to take care of you.” He was back on the bench, crowding Sigyn’s space. “You had to spar with Marc, then had to coach Steven the whole time you were fucking.”

“He did just fine, thank you,” Sigyn protested.

“Who do you think spanked you so you could come the second time,” he murmured into her ear. “Vamos nena, let Papi make you feel good.”

Sigyn knew she shouldn’t have found the scent of smoke on his breath so enticing…but she always did find herself drawn to a bad boy.

“I don’t know,” she vacillated, her voice going airy as Jake traced the length of her neck with the tip of his nose. “Do you believe you can fuck me better than a god?”

Sigyn’s question had its intended effect with Jake growling his response and pulling her into a kiss. They clashed in a mess of teeth and tongues, Jake’s tongue plundering Sigyn’s. His hands fisted the black satin of her robe, clinging to her in case she disappeared again, which is precisely what she did. One moment he had his arms full of the Asgardian, the next Jake was falling forward, his palms catching him on the upholstered bench as Sigyn had vanished.

He muttered a curse in Spanish. He thought he’d made headway with her.

She must have picked up a few moves from her husband, Steven remarked from his reflection in the bay window. She was married to the trickster god after all.

Before Jake could respond, he heard Sigyn. “Ohhh Jaaaake,” she intoned, “wherever could I be?”

He leapt to his feet and hurried as fast as his swollen member would let him back to the bedroom where Sigyn’s voice had drifted from. Jake found the princess kneeling on the bed, naked with only one of the large pillows covering herself. She was a wet dream come to life.

“Well done you,” she giggled. Jake’s cock throbbed.

“Fuck…” he growled, crossing to the bed with long strides, “I am going to fuck you so hard.”

“I certainly do hope so,” she replied, a beguiling smirk painted across her mouth as she bit her lip.

Jake tore the pillow from Sigyn’s hands, earning another giggle mixed with an exclamation when he did, and tossed it to the side to reveal the goddess’s naked body. He tackled her back onto the bed and captured her lips once more. They rolled atop the already mussed sheets, their limbs tangled together, Jake eventually ending up above Sigyn.

He traced two fingers along her slit, his chest rumbling in delight when he felt her wetness. “You put on a good act, princesa, but I can feel how much you want me.”

Jake pre-empted any retort from the goddess by inserting his two fingers inside of her.

“Do you know how torturous it was watching them get to have you first?” He asked her. She gasped as he played with her pussy. “Being able to see, but not touch, or taste for myself.”

He withdrew his fingers from Sigyn and brought them to his mouth to suck off her juices. “Delicoso.”

“You have me now,” she reminded him, fixing him with a dark, desirous gaze. “What are you going to do with me?”

“Well first I need to get my hands on these titties,” Jake did as he said. He cupped her supple breasts, toying with them, feeling their weight in his grip for himself, giving one a little slap.

He took his cock in hand, guiding the head to circle the circumference of her nipple ever-so-gently. Jake must have been taking notes when Steven had been worshiping her breasts and knew it was a highly erogenous zones for her, Sigyn realized. He seemed just as titillated by the featherlight contact as Sigyn did. The dirty, but ultimately soft, touch surprised the princess. She figured he didn’t have it in him.

“I could just jack it and come all over your tits,” Jake thought out loud, “But I want to do something else more.”

“What else?” Sigyn prompted him, “you said you were going to take care of me, Papi”.

The princess’s use of the term made him grunt. “Impatient girl. On your hands and knees.”

She obeyed without hesitation and Jake got an eyeful of his prize.

He draped himself over her back, and hissed into Sigyn’s ear, “I don’t like sharing with the other two, and I hate that they got to have you first…” he slid his hands from the Asgardian’s shoulders down her back, going lower “so I want to fuck you where I can have you all to myself.” He finished by giving her ass a squeeze.

Sigyn stiffened ever-so-slightly, but Jake could see the tensing of her back muscles under her golden skin. “Perdoname princesa, does su alteza not take it up the ass?”

The princess in question craned her neck to the side, tossing her hair in the process, to reply placidly, “You seem to be unable to grasp that I was married for hundreds of years. Of course I have. It’s merely been a little while, that’s all.”

She was telling the truth. Sigyn didn’t know what had come as more of a shock, the revelation that Loki had wanted to penetrate her there or how much she found herself to enjoy it when she finally allowed him.

“Muy bien,” he celebrated with a smack to her ass. Sigyn shuddered. “Don't worry nena, I’ll get you nice and ready for me, make it feel so good for you and Papi.”

Sigyn purred as Jake dropped kisses in a line down her spine. She quivered more and more with the lower his lips descended, her anticipation increasing with each notch of her spine Jake’s lips touched.

At last he reached his destination. “Such a pretty little asshole,” Jake murmured against her wrinkled skin, making Sigyn's breath hitch.

He circled his tongue around her pucker first, using its tip to make her tremble. Jake fed off the gasps and sighs that escaped the princess as he licked her hole and crack. His tongue was warm and insistent against her delicate skin as Sigyn gradually relaxed and surrendered to what she still somewhat believed was the inappropriate pleasure of having her ass eaten.

Jake’s flattened his tongue to draw long, flat stripes up the entire length of her backside. Sigyn shuddered. The languid, warm, wet pressure against her most private place gave her goosebumps and kept her nipples hardened into points. Jake used his tongue next to breach her hole. The Asgardian keened and fought to keep her wrists steady on the mattress.

Jake probed her carefully, savoring the heat around his tongue, well aware it would feel ever better suffocating his cock. He soon progressed to fucking in and out with the muscle, alternating between tongue-fucking Sigyn’s pucker and lapping at the valley between her ass cheeks.

He extracted his tongue and gave her hole a parting suck before speaking, “Princesa, we need lube.”

“Yes, alright,” she panted, “allow me a moment to concentrate.”

Jake removed his hands from Sigyn’s sweat-glistened skin. She drew in a deep breath and then in her signature golden shimmer, a small glass vial of oil appeared in Jake’s palm.

“Gracias, nena” he thanked her as he wet two of his fingers. He brought them both against her pucker, rubbing the wrinkled skin there before he eased a digit in.

Where Sigyn had been all breathy gasps and cries, a guttural groan left her when Jake pushed his finger inside her. He gave her a second before he began moving it back and forth, giving her a chance to accommodate the initial stretch. Another finger joined the first, and Jake scissoring and spreading them in her intoxicating heat.

“How does that feel, carino?” he inquired.

“Mmm so good, Papi,” she responded without hesitation, the bliss of submission washing over her. “Want more.”

“Oh, you want more?”

Sigyn answered with a wanton moan and a clench around his fingers.

“Ask nicely,” Jake threw her earlier jab back at Sigyn.

Sigyn couldn’t help but laugh. “Fuck you.”

Jake laid a forceful spank across her ass. Sigyn whimpered. “What was that?”

“Oh please fuck me, Papi?” she asked, resuming her submissive demeanor. “Need your dick in my tight little hole.”

Her dirty talk was almost enough to convince Jake that she shouldn’t be punished for her mouthy comment, but Jake wanted to show Sigyn that although she may be considered a goddess, he could handle her.

He spanked her ass again, then pressed the same hand between her shoulder blades, forcing the Asgardian’s face rested against the sheets. “Good girls wait for Papi to give them their pleasure.”

“I’m sorry, Papi.”

Jake lubed a third finger and wriggled it bedsides the others. He picked up the pace and bent down as well, attaching his mouth to her folds and went straight for Sigyn’s clit.

“Ohhh norns” the princess whined. Jake was bringing to her a point where her pleasure was almost starting to hurt. He was merciless, driving his fingers into her now yearning hole and sucking on her clit.

He pulled away for only a moment to catch his breath and ask “Gonna come su alteza?”

“Yes!,” The Asgardian cried, “So close Papi, just a little more…”

Jake withdrew his fingers from her ass so suddenly and swiftly it was cruel. Sigyn sobbed at the loss as her pussy and pucker clenched around nothing. She mewled, mourning the likely mind-blowing orgasm her partner had denied her.

“That’s what impatient, insolent girls get.”

The princess had half a mind to turn Jake into the little weasel he was if it wasn’t for the slick sound of him lubing up his cock. She glanced back at Jake and ached at the view. She watched with unabashed desire as his large hand flew up and down his thick length to distribute the oil she’d conjured him. The emptiness in both of her holes as acute as it had ever been, Sigyn leered at him in a trance-like manner as he stroked his large erection.

He caught her ogling him and chuckled darkly. “Like you see, no? You want me inside of you?”

She nodded feverishly, spreading her knees further apart on the bed to give him better access.

“Gods”, he groaned at the action, “Ever since you sauntered down to dinner in that little dress I’ve wanted to stick my cock in your ass.”

He ground himself between her cheeks to take the edge off before he lined himself up at her pucker. It was just shy of the satisfaction Sigyn needed, and it took a massive effort for her not to touch herself. But she knew Jake would punish her, and at this point, she was salivating for him to enter her.

Jake reveled in the sight of his wine red cockhead at the princess’s winking asshole. “You ready, princesa?”

“Yes, please!” her desperate tone made him harder. “Put it in, Jake, need you so bad.”

Who was Jake to deny such a request? He fed her his cock slowly, his eyes glued to where he disappeared into her snug entrance. It took most of his willpower not to give her his entire cock in a brusque snap of his hips.

The Asgardian had forgotten how heady the stretch inside her could be, how overwhelmingly full having a cock stuff her rear felt. She braced herself, breathing deeply in and out of her nose as Jake entered her mercifully slowly.

He gave Sigyn’s hips a reassuring squeeze once he was fully seated. “You alright, princesa?”

The stifling heat and vice-like grip of her walls around his dick was as close to any sort of peace Jake believed he could find.

“Mmhmm, move Jake,” she ordered him. The feel of him was too much and not enough all at once.

He obeyed, setting a middle-of-the-pack pace, watching his cock disappear into the Asgardian’s entrance over and over again as if it could hypnotize him.

“Your ass feels so good, nena,” he praised, enjoying how she’d slightly clench around him every time he withdrew his cock from her body, “want to live in this hole.”

Sigyn was drowning in pleasure. Not only did it feel like Jake was splitting her in half with his dick, but the force of his thrusts were causing her already sensitive nipples to brush back and forth against the Egyptian cotton of the bed’s sheets, adding another delectable layer of bliss.

“Papi,” Sigyn pleaded, “fuck me harder.”

Jake picked up the speed of his thrusts. “You realize what you’re asking for, si?”

Sigyn twisted so she could lock eyes with her lover. “What, is this the best you can do?”

“Mocosa,” he grunted, with yet another crack of his hand across the princess’s backside. “Papi is going to have to teach you a lesson.”

He wasted no time transitioning to roughly fucking into Sigyn, eliciting a cry of delight and overwhelm from her. She basked in the ruthless pounding of Jake’s cock into her entrance, the collision of his hips into the globes of her ass. This way the princess couldn’t think about anything else. Jake was all-consuming, shrinking the multiverse to just the two of them, his pelvis driving into her hole, and the bed they were atop of.

Jake on the other hand, felt eyes on him. The sky had lightened more, which meant more reflections had appeared in the plush bedroom.

He caught Steven first. Jake’s alter seem awed by the fact he was fucking her asshole rather than her cunt. The tip of Steven’s tongue darted between his lips, watching Jake and Sigyn copulate as if they were starring in some sort of custom porn for him. Jake tilted his head, he supposed they were in a way, albeit not intentionally. Jake could only see Steven’s torso in the window’s reflection, but he clocked the telltale movement of his arm revealing that Steven was getting himself off.

Even less of Marc was visible in the glass top of the nightstand. He watched sternly, his brow furrowed and the corners of his mouth set in a thin, downturned line, which clearly meant he was angry. Angry because he was jealous.

Despite all of the shit they gave each other in their headspace, Jake did truly care about Marc and Steven. He was their protector, the one who took over when shit got too real so they wouldn’t have to see it. Even so, there was a form of sibling rivalry the three shared, so Jake decided if Steven and Marc were both watching, why not give them a show?

“Am I pleasing su alteza?” Jake crooned. “Is my cock good enough for la princesa’s little ass?”

Sigyn eschewed replying verbally, instead she pushed herself back on Jake’s throbbing erection, impaling herself harder. He sent an arrogant, thought warranted, smirk to Marc, then a wink to Steven that implied “check this out”.

Emboldened, Jake used his grasp on the princess’s hips to pull her back so her knees were on the edge of the bed. Next, he planted a foot on a corner of the mattress to change his angle and pound into Sigyn all that much deeper.

Jake tossed an arched brow and another shark-like grin to his alter’s reflections. He may have the body the least, but Jake wanted them to witness how good he was dicking her down.

The princess wailed. Jake was so far up her ass it was as if she could feel him in her stomach. It forced her to squeeze her eyes shut in ecstasy. Sigyn hadn’t let go like this in a long time. After Loki betrayed her she’d put her guard up higher than ever. It was necessary, she believed, but exhausting. Sigyn was sure she still required the protections around her heart, but fuck did it feel good to let them go, if only temporarily, and succumb to her lust.

Jake reached down between them and placed his thumb on the rim of her puckered skin. While he admired how the width of his cock held her open, her partner’s touch sent a shiver of extra through Sigyn .

“This is what you’ve needed since the beginning,” he surmised. Sigyn couldn’t believe how coherently he was speaking as he was absolutely railing her, “you needed Papi to fuck you good and put you in your place.”

Sigyn frowned at the implication she needed to be put in any place but Jake’s cock had scrambled her brain enough to prevent her from protesting. Still, the desire to get at least some revenge was impossible for the princess to dismiss. She bore down on his cock, fluttering her inner muscles around the rod.

It worked too well. With a shouted “FUCK”, Jake began spilling inside of her scorching channel. He pulled out mid-orgasm, shooting the rest of his load onto her back. She arched her spine as the ropes of his hot cum landed on Sigyn’s golden skin. The Asgardian could put on a show too.

Jake couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a release that intense. Or that much. When his climax finally subsided, he dragged his fingers through his spend cooling on Sigyn’s back.

“You made me come so hard, princesa,” Jake growled as he struggled to form an articulate thought.

“What about me?” Sigyn asked, sitting back on her heels and looking over her shoulder. “I need to come. So badly.”

Jake’s expression hardened. “Do naughty girls like you deserve to come, hm? That was quite a move you pulled just now.”

“But you liked it, didn’t you?” she parried, batting her eyelashes at him, pouting her lips. She turned to claw at his broad chest. “Please Papi, I feel so empty without you.”

Sigyn wasn’t particularly proud that she’d resorted to flattery and begging. She knew she could easily lean into the full strength of her magic and threaten. Yet honestly, she found it more entertaining to pull Jake’s strings instead and conceal exactly how quickly she could humble him. It struck her that perhaps her marriage to Loki had impacted her personality more than she’d admitted previously.

That train of thought was derailed when one of Jake’s strong arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her back against his torso.

“Shhh nena, don’t worry, I’ll make you come” his voice was gravel, just millimeters from her ear. His inflection was surprisingly tender.

Jake parted Sigyn’s legs, arranging them over his, and snaked his hand down to her folds. He pressed possessive, if not harsh, kisses into the juncture of the Asgardian’s neck and shoulder while he went to town her clit, rubbing the flats of three fingers against the bud.

“Jake,” she thrashed her head to and fro, burying it in his shoulder.

“I’ve got you,” he soothed her, his digits trailing down further and gliding into her pussy without resistance, “Mi diosa.”

His words, those words, said so sincerely paired with the way Jake curled his fingers to hit her g-spot, had Sigyn coming. She’d never confess that a tear or two fell down her face as she rode out her high. Her cunt spasmed around Jake’s fingers as she dug her own digits into the flesh of her forearms.

The princess collapsed back into him, utterly spent. He brushed a few errant locks of hair out of her face, dropped a few kisses to her jaw. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I think so,” she answered, her eyes still closed. “Don’t ask me to use any magic though. Or move.”

“No no, of course not,” Jake soothed her. “Though when you did that little vanishing act…”

The faintest smile graced her lips. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“Come,” he gathered Sigyn in his arms. He considered throwing her over his shoulder in a firefighter’s carry, but thought better of it. Jake scooped her up bridal style instead and carried her into the bathroom.

He set the Asgardian down delicately on the lip of the massive tub while he turned on the shower, then collected her once more and guided her into the spray.

They didn’t say much to each other as the hot water beat down onto their bodies, both half asleep. The princess clung to him, not able to stand comfortably without being supported, and Jake angled Sigyn so her back would be properly rinsed.

“It dried,” her voice was barely a whisper, “Could you–”

Sigyn didn’t need to finish her question when Jake held her in one arm, grabbed a bar of the fancy hotel soap and washed her back for her.

“Turn around,” he instructed her, using his grip on her to assist her in doing so. When he bent down to clean the insides and backs of her thighs, she tried to push him away.

“Jake, don’t–” It was much more intimate than Sigyn has anticipated getting with Jake that evening, even taking the fact he’d rearranged her insides mere minutes ago into consideration.

“Tranquilo,” he fired back, though there wasn’t much heat behind it. “I’m making sure you’re okay.”

She relented, the hot water luring the Asgardian into dozing a bit as she stood and her lover cleaned her bottom half. Before she knew it, he was leading her out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her, and navigating Sigyn to the bed. She crumpled onto the sheets with about as much grace as a marionette did once their strings were cut.

Jake dropped down next to her a minute later and the two of them fell fast asleep just as the sun rose above the horizon.

Epilogue

A/N: Whew! I’m tired, who’s tired? Anyone need an orange slice? Gatorade? Jake Lockley to bathe them? Same. I’ll have a fun, cheeky epilogue to follow this chapter and tie up the fic, plus I may have a few drabble ideas in this AU percolating. Again, all the likes, reblogs and comments fuel me to write pure filth in crowded public places so if you enjoyed, let me know :)

TRANSLATIONS:

Es un placer conocerte - It’s a pleasure to meet you

Si - yes

Santa mierda - holy shit

Princesa - princess

Carino - sweetie/honey

Su alteza - your highness

Callate - shut up

Bruja - witch

Lo siento - I’m sorry

Claro - Sure

Por favor - please

Por supuesto - of course

Mira - See

Vamos - Come on

nena - baby

Perdoname - excuse me

Muy bien - very good

Gracias - Thank you

Mocosa - brat

Mi diosa - my goddess

Tranquilo - calm down

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Just a quick little fic of Sigyn being Loki's loyal wife, despite the whole universe being (stupidly) convinced otherwise.

Also known as: Sigyn come down on Earth during Loki's invasion in 2012 and things go... differently.

Whole fic under the cut!

"Sigyn!"

The young voice rang alarmed, bouncing off the walls of the long hallway.

"Sigyn!"

The tapping of the naked feet on the hard, cool stone floor was frantic. Still running the young handmaiden gave a little nod to the passing servant boy directing her in the upper corridors.

"Calm down, Frulla."

The older woman stopped her and she almost heaved with the stress and the heat of the early summer.

"I need to talk with Sigyn right now!"

With a nod the woman put her down on a nearby chair ignoring her show of disrespect in favor of her obvious distress.

"Fine, but take a moment to breath, you look like you just ran from Asgard to Vanaheimr without stopping!"

Because I did! she wanted to say, but instead focused on calming her beating heart. Even breathing felt like an impossibly tiring task.

"You cannot show yourself in front of the Queen like this. Calm yourself," the woman's hand finally left Frulla's shoulder with a look of mild disgust "and maybe take a bath-"

"It's about consort Loki." she managed to get out between a breath and the other. That seemed to convey the urgency of her message, finally!

The woman slipped over the closed doors of the negotiating halls without another word and less than a minute after Sigyn was crouched in front of her, hands wrapped painfully tight around her arms.

"Frulla-"

"My Queen." she had manage to compose herself a little and lowered her head in show of respect "It's about your favo-"

"Cut the protocol Frulla, what about Loki?"

Sigyn's voice was laced with pain, fear and desperation. She couldn't stop her mind from wandering back to the last almost two years from the official announcement of Loki's death - An incident, had said the Allfather. A fortunate coincidence, had murmured the people. An assassination, had sneered Sigyn.

"He lives, my Queen!"

Frulla was sure that Sigyn's heart stopped beating, which was unfortunate because the princes needed a mother in their lives and without a queen to serve she would be unemployed. The grip around her arms became even more strangling and the time stopped. The air was dense and heavy, like trying to breath in thick mead-syrup laced with honey.

"What?"

From the now open doors an array of servants and dignitaries, nobles and commoners, workers, handmaiden, looked upon them. The time finally started flowing again, faster and faster and faster as to make up for the one just lost.

"Loki lives"

The next moment Sigyn wasn't there anymore.

~°~°~°~°~°

"I don't know sister, a battlefield is not really the place of a wom-"

Frigga watches as Sigyn verbally eviscerate Thor in front of the rest of warriors and nobles congregate in the hall, before storming towards the Bifrost. In all honesty, he should have already learned to not put himself between Sigyn and Loki centuries ago. As Thor grumbles and posture a little before following her Frigga call on her handmaiden, someone still needs to clean up this mess after all.

~°~°~°~°~°

When the first reading of the Bifrost appeared on the screen Fury was expecting big, blond, hammer-wielding Thor, not whoever she was.

The woman was young, around her mid twenties, red hair nearly collected in a braid and wore a long, green, flowing dress to her ankles - not practical for a fight, but good for hiding weapons, he notice absently - and a pair of heavily decorated boots with gold buckles - or what appeared to be gold. Her skin was darker than Thor's or any of the others aliens S.H.I.E.L.D. had encountered before, but her lineament were consistent with someone with south-european heritage; she was smiling a polite, insincere, smile, her posture screamed respect and calmness, but Fury recognized very well the pent up energy ready to be unleash in what looked like a hell of a fight if there was need. In conclusion: she didn't look outright hostile, but was ready to be.

The Helicarrier was in stationary flight and the whipping wind that erupted with the touchdown of the Bifrost seemed to have calmed down. With Barton A.W.O.L., Banner closed in a laboratory and the rest of the initiative in Stuttgart, the first contact fall upon Coulson.

"Goodmorning."

The woman shuffled closer a couple steps, hands clasped in front of her. Under the flowing dress she was wearing what appeared to be a pair of leather pants. She was now a dozen steps away from the entrance to the Helicarrier, and so to him.

"I abide a blessing upon you this day too." Coulson blinked "I am Sigyn, queen regent of the highest district of Vanaheimr, appointed by Odin the Allfather himself, ruler of Asgard and protector of the Nines Realms of Yggdrasil."

The man in front of her blinked again and Sigyn decided that if she needed to pull her weight around she would do it and do it good.

"Elected overseer of the Covenant of the Snake. Daughter of Frigga - Allmother of Yggdrasil and overseer of Vanaheimr - and sister of Thor Odinson - crown prince of Asgard - not by birth, but by blood. United by the Norns, and with the Allfather blessing upon us, with Loki Odinson, prince and Seidr Master of Asgard, overseer of the covenants of Vanaheimr."

The man blinked again.

"Agent Coulson of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcing and Logistic Division, commonly called S.H.I.E.L.D."

There were a couple of seconds of embarrassing silence and, maybe, Sigyn could admit that she had overdone her presentation a little. At least now this Agent Coulson knew that messing with her would have consequences.

"We were expecting Thor, actually"

Sigyn forced her face into stillness hiding a scowl, of course they were waiting for Thor.

"I believe Thor will arrive soon."

Agent Coulson didn't give any sign of relaxing or tensing at her answer, instead he nodded once again before gesturing toward a door behind him.

"Maybe we can continue this conversation inside? I don't know about you, but we humans tend to get cold very quickly"

Sigyn nodded and the man turned around - giving her his back, courageous or stupid - as she followed.

The inside was, admittedly, at a more comfortable temperature, but gave her that bad, claustrophobic feeling that any room without an open window always gave her.

"This way" the men started walking down a series of hallways "Can we offer you something? Some coffee? Tea? Even water?"

Sigyn licked her lips, refusing would be inconsiderate and disrespectful for a foreign dignitary like her.

"Do you have some mead?" she inquired in false curiosity.

"I'm afraid we have not"

Sigyn pouted and hummed relieved.

The room she was shown in was little, with a metal table in the center, two metal chairs and one of those lights on the ceiling that appeared to be everywhere. Still no window, but a wall lenght mirror gave the illusion of depth at last.

"Is this an interrogation?"

The man smiled affably before sitting down. She refuse the silent request and kept herself upright beside the doorway.

"I apologize, but this is the only room we can spare at the moment and I thought we could talk privately here."

Hmm, so it was an interrogation, but one of those not-actually-an-interrogation interrogations. Sigyn hated those. Loki was a lot better in handling them than she ever was. She sat down.

"So what brought the Queen Regent of Vanaheimr here?"

There was that strange accent in his words of someone trying to pronounce a word for the first time, she supposed it was probably true.

"I'm searching for my consort and husband, Loki Odinson of Asgard."

Agent Coulson waited, probably hoping that the silence would bring her to share more information. It didn't.

A knock on the door distracted them both and Coulson excused himself before getting out in the hallway. If she had to guess, she would say that Thor had probably arrived.

~°~°~°~°~°

The Bifrost had arrived again and with him Thor. Just, instead of touching down on the Helicarrier like it just did, it touched down on the Quinjet and the thing had evolved in some sort of fight - the detail from Natasha where fuzzy. Point being: Natasha, Captain America and Tony Stark were taking Loki on board with Thor. Coulson really wanted to plaster a hand on his face and rub his eyes until this whole mess cleaned itself up, but that wasn't possible, so instead he nodded at the agent reporting, put him on guard duty and went searching for Fury.

~°~°~°~°~°

They planned, and it was something like this: Coulson would talk and monitor Sigyn until Loki would be brought on board and put in Hulk's cell, Fury would then talk to him, try to get under his skin and obtain some information; in the meantime the members of the Avengers Initiative would regroup, know each other and exchange intel while S.H.I.E.L.D. finally had some time to analyze the IronMan suit. After that Coulson would observe and try to understand if Thor and Sigyn were on their or Loki's side, or even if they were both on the same side, after all Thor hadn't mentioned any Queen of Vanaheimr when he had arrived. Depending on the answer S.H.I.E.L.D. would then need to contain Sigyn or involve her in the operation.

~°~°~°~°~°

Things went south almost immediately

Nobody went to pick up Banner that, in turn, saw Loki being transported to the cell, and while nothing happened a similar error could have very well caused some significant damage had the Hulk came out. Stark refuses to encounter anyone until he had given permission to get his IronMan suit in a safe place where S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't have access to. Coulson was forced to leave Sigyn mid-interrogation, again, and escort Stark to meet the others. Fury didn't manage to get any kind of useful intel from Loki and then Sigyn just… went around security and showed herself in the room without invitation.

So much for being a super-spies organization running worldwide.

~°~°~°~°~°

Banner and Stark were having a little bonding moment over the communal understanding of basic physics, Thor still hadn't given any hint or mentioned Sigyn once and Rogers looked utterly confused by everything while Fury was trying to bring the conversation back on track.

"Dr. Banner is only here to track the cube. I was hoping you may want to join him."

"I would start with that stick of his." interrupted Rogers "It may be magical, but it works an awful lot like a HYDRA weapon." and oh, right, Rogers didn't know that , Coulson thought . Thankfully Fury defuses the situation and brings it back on track again.

"I don't know about that, but it is powered by the cube and I'll like to know how Loki used it to turn two of the sharpest man I know into his personal flying monkeys!"

"Monkeys? I don't understa-"

"I do!" and Rogers looked so proud of himself "I understood that reference!"

"I think everyone did."

Immediately all the faces turned around looking at the new arrival. Sigyn standed at the entrance of the room, a poor agent at her hills that probably tried but didn't manage to contain her.

"Sigyn!" Thor looked like a kid on a Christmas morning, eyes full of glee, a wide smile on his face and his arms open almost like he expected Sigyn to run to him for a hug. Sigyn didn't, instead she scowled.

"Can I know why, for the love of your poor mother, do you look like you just arrived from a battlefield?"

"This is good news everyone!" Thor boomed completely ignoring whatever Sigyn just said to him "This is Sigyn! My sister!"

"You have a sister?"

"Of course I ha-"

Sigyn scoffed.

"Not by birth, I'm Loki's wife."

There was a moment of tense silence in the room.

"Oh, good! I'm sure his wife will tame him a little!" Tony looked all too bright at the prospective. Banner smiled timidly.

"Maybe you could try give him an earful for us."

"He wouldn't dare be rude in front of a lady." said Steve almost jokingly before frowning and looking at Thor "Right?"

Sigyn rolled her eyes, diplomacy never was her forte and she was starting to be more indisposed by the not-outright-refusal of everyone to letting her see her no-more-death husband after almost two years and - she closed her eyes for a second, took a deep breath and the opened them again, a new resolution burning behind them. In less than three steps she was beside Thor, looking down the banister to Agent Coulson.

"Do you plan to let me talk with my husband? Or do I have to show myself the way?"

May the diplomacy be burned to the ground, she was tired and cranky and only wanted to talk with Loki and - deep breath Sigyn, deep breath.

Agent Coulson gave a quick look at the man with the eyepatch and then at the room before coming up the stairs.

"This way"

Biting back a finally! Sigyn followed.

~°~°~°~°~°

When Sigyn entered the room, Loki was pacing in his cell, he stopped once she reached the door. Agent Coulson was waiting back at the entrance, ready to spring into action in case things went bad. In the control room the Avengers and Fury were observing from a monitor. Tony had already made clear his displeasure that S.H.I.E.L.D. was forcing them around a single monitor and Fury almost expected him to whip out his phone and just hack into S.H.I.E.L.D. security system and then watch the whole thing from a tablet, instead the man grumbled a little before settling in a chair around the monitor with the other - not that Tony wasn’t already in S.H.I.E.L.D. system, he just wasn’t all that petty and wanted to keep that card close to his chest in case was needed for the future, and it was going to.

Sigyn pressed one of her hands against the glass cell while Loki watched her. For a moment Natasha was sure that the woman - alien, goddess, whatever, she wasn’t paid enough - was going to start crying, instead she pulled herself in control once again. Sigyn said something so low that even S.H.I.E.L.D. microphones didn’t catch it up. Fury frowned.

“Romanov-”

“On it!”

The spy immediately jumped up and started walking down, one hand pressing the comm in her ear connecting her to Coulson.

Tony squinted at the monitor.

“What is she doing?” asked Rogers.

“Isn’t that the million dollar question, maybe we could start to guess if only we had a monitor we can actually see with!”

“Cut it, Stark!”

Bruce got up, cleaned his glasses on his shirt and squinted at the monitor.

“Thor… is that, by any chance, an Asgardian precursor to dragging him home?”

Thor frowned, paying more attention to the monitor. The Son of Coul was barely visible as a pixel in the back and the midgardian valkyrie probably hadn’t arrived yet; Loki was smiling, not that creepy smile that he always had, a good smile, with his eyes barely open, head against the greenish glass and a peaceful expression on his face. Sigyn still had her hands against the glass, she was hunched on herself, slightly murmuring something inaudible.

Something beeped and the Man of Fury got up watching at another monitor before blanching.

“EverybODY GET DOWN! ”

The Helicarrier rolled as an explosion echoed in the skys. Thousands of red lights started flickering all around and every alarm possible started blaring. Agents all around started moving like a single swarm of ants, Thor ignored them still focused on his brother - and sister.

Sigyn smiled on the screen, finally up again, voice ringing with delight.

“Why do they always assume I’m going to be on their side?”

Under the deafening roar of the green berserker that Thor would swear wasn’t there a second ago, Loki laughed.

~°~°~°~°~°

Coulson collapsed on the floor as the Heilcarrier was striked down, his hand immediately freeing his gun from the holster before even finding his footing. He ignored the blaring alarms and the blinding red light, following the too-happy laugh ringing in the room. Sigyn and Loki were embracing near the destroyed remains of the door of the cell, no, no remains, there weren’t any remain, the door just disappeared. Phil aimed his gun.

“Does this happen often?”

Loki looked up from his wife’s face, expression soured and morphing into one of pure hatred. Sigyn laughed, turning into his husband's arms to look at him.

“I mean, I’m married to Loki! Do people really think that it would still be the case if I didn’t want to?”

Loki smiled, sweet and affectionate.

“Of course not, you are the most crafty, intelligent, talented woman I’ve ever met.”

Sigyn turned, giving him a peck on the cheek.

“Adulator. I’m Lowkey your favorite Sigynificant other, am I not?”

Loki hummed, still smiling.

Gross , thought Coulson while aiming his gun.

The clamoring of the PA system was calling for all men on station in a frenzy of gunshot and running agents, but the two gods looked

"We're falling!"

like an oasis of stillness and peace in the midst of chaos. They were talking and Coulson ignored

"-does that means!"

"Level four, all agents with-"

his instinct of keeping them under fire to get up and exit the room - the quick report they received from what happened in Stuttgart made it clear that normal bullets weren't going to cut it with those two.

"External engine down! All-"

Thankfully the room right beside the containment cell was a - well, a containment room for inanimate objects.

"Nope"

"-called to level four, all-"

An armory of sorts if you will. Like the gun they managed to create from the remains of the Destroyer.

"What the-"

"We need to redirect power to-"

He holstered the gun picking the new toy up and made his short way back to the cell.

"Coulson!" the voice of Fury rang clear in his earpiece, the baritone cutting through the screams, directive and orders shouted in the corridor and on the PA system "Initiate defensive lockdown in the detention section, then get to the armory."

With ease coming from experience Coulson opened the panel just outside the containment room punching in

"Get up! Get up! Get-"

the code as the line clicked shut. A deep rumble passed through the walls of the Helicarrier and then a roaring, deep and animalistic and terrifying of an instinctual level.

Everybody stopped.

For a heartbeat.

Nobody.

Moved.

"-agents with engineeri-" click off. Click on "Attention. The lower level-"

Air rushed as every agent started moving almost in sinc towards the stairs, the elevators, any means that could bring them up, up, up, away from the raging beast so very close to them. Coulson kept moving towards the armory, ignoring the thuds and roar and screams and- "Cargo hold! The Hulk is in the cargo hold with Thor!"

It was one of the air controll agents working there and he was closely followed by the rest of his team scrambling for safety. Coulson ducked near the wall, away from the feets and legs, waiting for the corridor to clear.

"Friendly fire!" someone screamed from the stairs "Mind control!" followed. Did Loki manage to get his hands on the scepter again? No, he would have seen him walk up the corridor, it was the only way in and out the cell room. Barton, maybe, and the ragtag group of other mind controlled agents, then. Not good. The light flickered.

"Engine one is now in shutdown." announced the emotionless voice of the PA system just a moment before the corridor - no, the whole Helicarrier tilted. The faraway screams of agents trapped on the stairs joined the clattering and breaking of falling weapons and miscellaneous. A high picked short scream rang muffled, probably from Sigyn. If Barton had any of his wits still with him this was probably a rescue mission and he was going to be headed down here- "It's Barton." said Fury as the earpiece cracked to life "He took out our system. He's headed for the detention level. Does anybody copy?"

Did he? Coulson watched the empty corridor, the empty detention level. Loki and Sigyn were still trapped in the cell room. Was he able to take on Barton? Probably, not surely. Fury ordered him to the armory, it was near. He could- "This is Agent Romanoff." the voice was gruffled and it didn't sound good "I copy."

Coulson let a second of pride swell in his chest, as it always did when she or Clint did their job, followed by a heartbeat of worry before suppressing everything again.

He got up and made his way to the armory.

~°~°~°~°~°

"We've got a perimeter breach. Hostiles are in S.H.I.E.L.D. gear. Call-out to every junction."

Sigyn smiled, eyebrows furrowed at the emotionless voice resonating in the now-empty room.

"Should we worry about that?"

"That, my darling," smiled Loki, his husband, in flesh and bones beside her, whose arms were circling her waist and whose breath - slow, steady, living breath - was brushing her cheek "is our ticket out of here."

Sigyn relaxed.

"I see, quite the chaos our ticket is creating, hm?"

Loki laughed.

"Where would be the fun, then?"

She lightly slapped his forearm - solid beneath the finger and warm against her stomach - a playful smile on her lips. She wanted to cry and sob and scream and let two years of anguish out and out and out, out out out, but it was not the time. Not now. Later, while they will be alone, in the secluded sanctuary that were their chamber, she would allow herself to grieve and rejoice and ask, ask, ask. Now, they needed out.

"Should we go, then?"

"Hm, let's wait here, shall we."

She nodded, reclining against Loki's chest, not still, but moving, up and down with every breath, his heart thump-thump-thumping behind the flesh.

"Actually," she opened her eyes meeting his, a hit on mischievous malice making the inside twist "I have something even more fun in mind, do you want to join?"

Of course she did.

~°~°~°~°~°

Their ticket was slightly late, but it was worth it, if only to see Thor - hot headed, brash, insensitive, callous Thor - rush headfirst into her husband's illusion and remain trapped into the cell. Sigyn scoffed, sitting against one of the railing, it looked like Thor did not mourn his brother as much as he said he did, nor did the last two years by himself taught him anything useful. He was still a brash child. Well, let's hope that this experience at least was going to teach him something. She came to herself with a startle as Thor screamed bashing Mjolnir against the glass, a wave of concern washed over her as Loki chuckled in worry. But the glass didn't break. And Thor was still trapped.

"The humans think us immortal." Loki stated, as if Thor didn't know that, but his husband always had a flare for the dramatic - as did she "Should we test that?"

Before Sigyn brain could even start to comprehend the question their infamous ticket - a man dressed in black who said anything at all - collapsed on the floor. Behind him brandishing a weapon stood… Agent Coulson, yes? That was name.

"Move away, please."

Brandishing a weapon against Loki. No. That would not do. She got up as Loki - his smart, smart Loki - stepped away as instructed, eyes trained on the weapon.

"You like this?" the men, the vermin, dare to ask. Who did he think himself to be to even think of pointing a weapon against a god? Against Loki? Her husband? No.

"We started working on the prototype after you sent the Destroyer." he said advancing. A part of her admired the forced stillness in his voice, but she could pick on the fear hidden behind far too well. "Even I don't know what it does."

"The you should put it down."

The men wavered a moment, eyes zeroed on Loki, but at last he stilled.

"Sigyn, my love" Loki's voice was tinged in affection and fear, but she wasn't going to back down, not now. Not after everything she went through. She will not, she could not, she will not allow herself to lose her husband again, never again.

"Loki, my life." slowly she descended to the main level, only Thor's eyes following her.

"Sigyn-"

"Shut up, Thor, I can't deal with you right now!" she was on the verge of collapsing, she just wanted to go home , why could they allow them to go home?

"Sigyn-"

"Loki's life is on the line!" she screeched.

"Now, my dear, let's not-"

"No!" she twirled around, eyes jumping from one brother to the other, oh, how she wanted Loki's eyes to be on her right now, but alas she couldn't, not when he still had his eyes locked on the very real threat in front of them "I can't- I won't - Loki!" it came out as a plea, a prayer, a begging "Please."

Thor screamed.

She screamed.

The men let out a strangled gurgle as the point of a spear broke his chest. Loki was now behind him. The spear - and was that a strange spear, because it was not, it looked more like… a scepter? - retread and the men collapsed against a wall. She ran toward Loki, a hand already outstretched and brushing his cheek.

"Are you alright?"

"I am" he answered, slowly, sweetly. He caressed her before moving forward, back were… his illusion was. The floor under Thor's cell opened and the wind rushed in.

"Loki?"

He kept smiling.

"Everything is alright"

Thor fell.

~°~°~°~°~°

An incident, had said the Allfather.

A fortunate coincidence, had murmured the people.

An assassination, had sneered Sigyn.

~°~°~°~°~°

Thor fell.

She screamed.

"Loki!" his head whipped from the hole on the floor to her, she could only imagine what he saw. He eyes wide open, horrified, locked on him, the wind whipping her hair and clothes, the tears surely staining her cheek, she could see the outside now.

"What- Loki! No, you- Thor-"

He walked toward her, shushing her, what?

"Hey, it's alright, everything is good, my dear, my love-"

"You're going to lose."

Loki freezed, a hand outstretched reaching for her hair, the smile tightening, all teeth.

"Am I?" he turned around on his heels and she watched, mind incapable of understanding what just happened in front of her. Did Loki kill Thor? Did her sweet, loving, calm husband just kill his brother, the brother over whom he doted so much and lost so many nights rambling about? Did- it's bad , her mind suggested, very bad . Loki was talking. The man was talking. She couldn't hear past the rushing of wind and blood in her ears. Loki was advancing against the dying man and then a ball of light, fire, seidr flew in front of her, Loki was hit in full chest by it and she screamed.

°~°~°~°~°

It was a blur. Loki's arm around her, the smell of branded lather, burned flesh, warm-cold-warm, being lifted over to his chest. The thump-thump-thump of his heartbeat and the rush-rush-rush of her own. Being lowered down, on the floor? Like a commoner, it was no befitting of her status, neither of theirs, Loki knew - where they alone?

She blinked. They were in a room, far smaller than the one they were before, except they were not were they were before. She swept her eyes around, metal walls, metal floor, metal celing, metal chairs, metal metal metal "Where-"

"Shh." Loki smiled putting a strand of her hair back to it's place "It's going to be alright."

She shook her head.

"No- Loki." she stopped taking a breath "Loki, this-" and she gestured at loss to him, her, the place "This is not alright!"

"Its going to be."

"No!" she could feel new tears forming behind his eyes "Did you- Thor-"

"He's dead."

She gasped for air.

"It's what he deserved."

She stopped and looked at her husband. Really looked. Forced her eyes to open against the greif and loss and pain and anguish and to look - at his waxy complexion, his haunted eyes, his bluish lips, oily hair, broken fingernail. He smelled. She knew all of this already, did she? She saw all of this when he was still in that horrible cell, did she not? She though it was because of- of- of what exactly?

"What happen?"

"Hm?"

Loki blinked, tilting his head. His eyes were blue.

"What happened to you?"

Were his eyes always blue? She didn't recall, she thought they were green. What happened?

A smile, a truly wicked thing, split his face.

"I'm alright."

"No, you are not." s he shook her head with vigor and pushed him back, getting on her feet, there was a window to her left, a big one, they were still in the sky, but now moving "Loki, what's happening here?"

"I told you, I am getting what is rightfully mine."

She looked at him. At the scepter in his hand.

"Who gave you that?"

"This is mine."

"That's not what I asked."

Loki brisked and squared his shoulder.

"I love you, I will follow you until Ragnarok will do us apart." she stepped closer, window in her peripheral "You are my husband. I am going to follow you . I love you, so please, if you hold still any affection for me in your heart share with me this burned." she cupped his chin "I am loyal to you, please, be loyal to me."

He sighed, closing his eyes. Almost his whole body sagged toward her and she hugged him like a lifeline in a stormy sea.

~°~°~°~°~ end ~°~°~°~°~

Open ending because I was tired of writing and I say so - this fic is been in the making for over 4 years!!! (definitly not because I forgot about it for like 3 whole years, nuh uh!) By the way, the last scene happen while Loki and Sigyn are on the Quinjet to New York, they are no longer on the Helicarrier, the extraction mission had succeded - just like in the film.

As always, english is not my first language and this is not been beta-ed. Feel free to point out any error, please!

Also, if some stuff, especially at the start, don't make sense is because this was suppose to be the prologue for a longer work focused on worldbuilding where I explored Asgard-Vanaheimr relationship and inter-realms politics, so there is a lot of stuff that was suppose to become clearer going on, but I guess it never will now. This was also suppose to be a comedy. I do not write comedy (as the universe remind me constantly), so the weirdness in tone may be attributed to that.

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