#logyn fan fic

[november-rayne]

Chapter Thirty-Three: His Goddess

Summary: Sigyn is transformed and takes her place among the Aesir. After celebrating into the wee hours of the morning, Loki and Sigyn finally consummate their union.

Word Count: 5500

Rating: Explicit

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

*Minors DNI*

Tags: Explicit descriptions of sexual acts. Heavy petting. Oral sex. Penis in vagina sex.

Chapter Index

The Goddess set her basket on the pedestal and curtsied, “Your Majesty. Your Highness.” She righted herself and gave Sigyn a playful smile, “Oh my, the stories of your beauty were not exaggerated. It is a pleasure to meet you, Princess. My name is Idunn.”

“G-Goddess of Youth and Spring. Keeper of the Tree of the Æsir.”

“That is me. Congratulations on your marriage. Many of us wagered that Loki would never take a wife. But look at you… a gift from the Norns. May I?”

Sigyn was unsure what she was agreeing to, but she nodded all the same.

Idunn took her chin in her hand and leaned over to peer into her eyes. “Fascinating. I almost did not believe Odin when he told me, but there they are. Two virtues, so different, yet coexisting so harmoniously in one being. I doubt we will ever see the likes of this again.”

Sigyn looked to Loki for reassurance. Her husband, her sweet Loki.

“Oh my.” Idunn giggled. Members of the Æsisr were speaking in excited whispers.

Sigyn looked over and saw the Goddess beside her clapping her hands and bouncing excitedly where she stood.

“Breathtaking. Undeniably breathtaking.” Idunn grabbed Sigyn by the shoulders and kissed her full on the mouth.

Sigyn’s eyes went wide with shock. She looked at Loki, and he was beaming with pride.

“Thank you,” she squeaked out. “Can I ask what is going on?”

Odin chuckled, “Sigyn, my dear, what you cannot see right now is a magnificent aura emanating from your skin.” He picked up her hand and ran his finger over the skin of her forearm. “This glow is caused by the inborn element you possess. An element of virtue so strong, so divine, myself and the other Æsir have never seen it manifest in such a way.

“It is why I must ask you to join us. I am offering you this golden apple from Idunn’s tree. Sigyn, I want you to become the newest member of the Æsir.” Murmurs of excitement broke out all through the Great Hall.

She blinked rapidly several times as if trying to awaken herself from a dream. Hearing a loud sob from below, she saw her mother clutching a handkerchief over her mouth and clinging to her father’s arm. His face was one of utter shock.

She looked at her husband again. Loki was still smiling proudly. She stared at him blankly for a moment before he raised his eyebrows to her and asked, “Well?”

Sigyn looked to Odin, “You are serious?” Chuckles drifted through the room.

“This is not an offer I make lightly. I am extremely selective. I don’t invite just anyone to join us. The Allmother and I agree that recent events have only solidified our feeling that you will do well with this gift.”

She could not believe what she was hearing. Her? A Goddess? It was surreal. Her hand shook as she found her bracelet and nervously toyed with it. Looking back at Loki, she immediately felt calmer. They had only met a short time ago, but a piece of him had been with her for her entire life. He was comfortable and familiar while being new and exciting at the same time. And she loved him. And she trusted him.

As she looked at him now, so confident, so proud, she pushed her trepidation far out of her mind. Yes. Yes, she could do this.

Sigyn placed both of her hands over her heart and curtsied. “It would be the highest honor, My King.”

Odin smiled widely, his eye crinkling at the corner, “Idunn, if you please?”

The Goddess gently picked up the apple from its bed of blossoms and handed it to Odin with a curtsey. The hall went silent. Sigyn could hear no sound over the pounding of her own heart.

“Divinity is sacred. The Norns have blessed you with a powerful virtue. I invite you, Sigyn, to partake in the fruit from the tree of the Æsir. With this apple and the magic it holds, you will be given sight, strength, healing, and longevity.”

He gently placed the apple in her hands.

Looking at the apple, she could see her awed expression reflected back to her. The apple looked like it was made of solid gold, shiny and metallic like she would break her teeth when she bit into it, but it felt warm and soft in her grip. She turned it about in her hands, looking for any imperfection in the skin, any proof that what she held had, in fact, been grown from a tree and not constructed by a metalsmith.

It was not lost on her that the average Asgardian had rarely seen the precious fruit she held in her hand, let alone touched it. Idunn herself is the only one besides Odin capable of plucking this fruit from the branch. Others have tried, of course, only for the apple to instantly rot in their hand.

Idunn tended to her tree with the utmost devotion, even if centuries passed before Odin deemed one worthy of the fruit. The apples hang from their branches, preening in the Asgardian sunshine, waiting patiently for their turn to be picked and pass on their magic.

Sigyn caught a glimpse of Kaarina out of the corner of her eye, bringing her out of her reverie. She held the apple out towards her to get a better look at it. Kaarina shook her head and mouthed the words, ‘What the Hel?’ with a big smile on her face.

She laughed and continued to look out over the tables. Her friends, family, and now her new family are all there, all watching as she had one of the most incredible days of her existence. She looked at her parents again. Her father was beaming at her; her mother gave her an anxious look and motioned with her hand, telling her to get on with it.

She let her eyes stop on Loki. Her sweet, handsome Loki. He blew her a kiss, and she felt a warm tingle radiate through her as her element flared brightly from her skin.

Without taking her eyes off him, she brought the apple to her lips and took a bite. Her teeth broke the skin easily, and her mouth was instantly filled with the sweetest juice she had ever tasted. She resisted the urge to moan as she chewed that first bite. The flavor was intense, not necessarily tasting like an apple, and perhaps flavor was the wrong word. She could taste sunshine, warmth, crisp morning air, fresh rain, newly fallen snow, and ocean spray individually as well as all at the same time.

She took another bite and felt a lightness pass through her like she weighed nothing at all and might float away with a strong breeze. She lifted her hand for a third time and noticed a light emanating from her skin. She took a bite and held her arms out to watch the sky-blue color flow around her as she chewed.

Another bite and a color she unexplainedly recognized as mischief joined her own. The blue and the green danced around her, combining and separating, twisting together and spiraling. She pried her eyes from the beauty of the twirling colors to look back at Loki.

He was smirking, and in his eyes was the same color green, dancing behind his ocean-blue irises. Her eyes went wide as she looked about to the rest of the divine beings in attendance. Odin: gold. Idunn: pink. Frigga: yellow. Thor: silver. Each of the Æsir had their own color, representing the unique element of their virtue.

She ate the entire apple as the effects took hold of her body. Her vision was crisper, the ache in her feet from her ornate shoes was gone, and she felt her muscles and skin tingle. She felt like she could take on an army single-handed. Her mind felt sharper as she swallowed the last bit down. She looked to Odin as she finished.

“As King of the Æsir, I name you Sigyn, Goddess of Fidelity, Loyalty, and Compassion.”

Everyone rose to their feet and cheered. The applause was almost deafening. Loki bounded up the steps to the platform and embraced his wife, “Goddess of Fidelity? I like the sound of that.”

oOXOo

The celebration lasted into the early morning hours.

Sigyn had never danced so much in her life. She had taken turns around the dance floor with her father, her childhood friends, Thor, and even the King. She danced with nobles, politicians, delegates, relatives, and Loki’s friends. Her wide smile never left her face.

Loki and Sigyn danced together most of all, never wanting to be separated for too long.

She should feel exhausted. She should feel dead on her feet, but she felt just as refreshed as when she had first awoken.

“How are you feeling, Princess? Are you getting tired?” Loki asked as he twirled her around the dance floor.

“Not at all. I feel like I could do this all night.” She pulled him down so his ear was close to her mouth. “Although I would like to go to bed soon.” She placed a soft kiss on his neck. “I think I have had enough dancing for one night. Take me home?”

“I thought you would never ask.” He brushed her cheek with his knuckles and kissed her tenderly.

He started walking her toward the dais when he spotted Thor dancing with Sif. He had ditched his coat as promised and wore a dark red sleeveless tunic. Loki placed a hand on his shoulder, “Goodnight, Brother! It is time for us to retire.”

Thor wrapped his arm tightly around Sif’s waist, “Retire?! The party is just getting started, Brother.”

Loki laughed, “The party has been raging for hours, and I have a duty I must fulfill.”

“Then I must not keep you.” He gave him a big grin. “Would you like some last-minute advice before you go?”

“No, but if I may offer you some advice… put down the mead and drink some water.”

Thor laughed heartily, “And lose my bet with Father? I think not.”

Sif embraced Sigyn, “Congratulations again, Your Highness. Go get some rest.” She gave her a wink.

“I will not leave my bed for days and days.”

“Good night, Sister.” Thor gave Sigyn a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Go make Loki a man.”

“Good luck with him, Sif.” Loki smiled as he walked away.

“See you at breakfast, Brother,” Thor called to Loki.

“Do not count on it,” Loki called back.

They made their way through the crowd and approached the dais, where both sets of their parents were talking and drinking with a group of others.

“Father, Mother.” Loki bowed. “We are taking our leave now.”

Lord Anderson laughed, “Pay up, Your Majesty. They have stayed out far longer than you said they would.”

The King, eye glassy from the effects of the mead, “That is my Loki, predictably unpredictable.”

“Do not mind these two.” Frigga waved a tipsy hand between the two men, her cheeks pink. “They have had way too much to drink.”

“I can see that,” Loki chuckled.

“Thank you again, Your Majesty.” Sigyn addressed the King. “Today has been the greatest day of my life.”

“You are quite welcome. Please, call me Father.”

“Yes, Father.” She wrapped her arms around Loki’s waist, “Papa, Mama, I wanted to tell you goodnight before we go home.”

“What are you still doing here? Go make your union official.”  Lord Anderson waved them on.

Lady Anderson stood, swaying slightly as she motioned for the couple to come in for a hug. She embraced Loki first, patting his cheek after she pulled back. “What a handsome young man you have grown up to be. My daughter is a lucky, lucky girl.”

“Yes, Mama.” Sigyn laughed as she traded Loki places and folded into her mother’s arms. “Now, if you do not mind, I would like to take my handsome husband home now.”

She held her daughter’s face and smiled, “Get on with it then.” She gave her a peck on the cheek, wine heavy on her breath.

“I love you, Mama.”

“I love you too, Siggy.”

“Do you want me to announce your departure? Or would you like to slip out quietly?” Odin asked as he draped one arm over Frigga’s shoulders. She snuggled back into him, and Loki had to suppress the laugh that threatened to burst from his lips. He had never seen his parents this drunk in public before.

“No need for any fuss. Let the party continue without us as we sneak out the back. Goodnight, all.” Loki bowed as he took Sigyn by the hand and turned to depart. “Oh, one more thing before we take our leave.” He turned back to their parents. “Do not expect us for breakfast in the morning.”

The couple could still hear Lord Anderson’s booming laughter as they entered the hallway.

oOXOo

They practically ran the distance to their new chambers on the other side of the palace. Stopping a few times to kiss and grope each other behind a large marble pillar or secluded in a darkened alcove.

Eventually, they arrived at the golden double doors of their apartment. Loki unlocked the doors with the key from his pocket. He scooped Sigyn up bridal style and told the guards they were not to be disturbed before carrying her across the threshold. He closed the door behind him with his foot and locked it with his seiðr.

He set her down in the middle of the large main living space, looking around in wonder as this was his first time seeing it furnished.

“Would you like a drink?” Loki asked as he lit the fireplace.

“Wine?” she replied as she slipped out of her shoes.

Loki removed his coat and hung it over the back of a dining room chair. He smiled when he found the wine glasses in the first place he checked, knowing Margit would have arranged his belongings in the way he was used to.

“Do you prefer to be called Princess or Goddess from now on?” he asked as he handed Sigyn one of the glasses of red that he carried.

“I know you are jesting, but I cannot wrap my mind around this. I am Æsir. It sounds so strange to say, but I feel so different.”

Loki sat on the sofa and patted the seat beside him, “How so?”

She maneuvered her train out of the way and sat alongside him, “Well, take those shoes, for instance.” She motioned to her shoes which were abandoned by the fireplace. “I danced for hours in those monstrosities. My feet should be killing me, but they are not. I should feel exhausted, but I am not. And I can see now. I see the mischief dancing behind your eyes, and I can see my element when I push it away.”

She held up her hand and wiggled her fingers as she manipulated the blue light to dance around her digits. “I cannot sense lies or read anyone’s mind, which is disappointing,” she laughed.

“I cannot control my element in the way you do. I believe yours is the only virtue that behaves that way.”

“Oh really?” She held up her palm, and Loki shook his head in awe as a green ball of light appeared in her hand. She formed it into a snake and let it coil around her arm. “I believe this is mischief, is it not?”

“Show off,” he grinned at her. “The fruit, what did it taste like?”

“It was odd.”

“Elaborate.” Loki sipped his wine.

“It was crisp. It had no core; it was fruity flesh all the way through. The juice was sweet, but the apple itself was… unlike anything I have tasted before. I guess if magic had a flavor, that would be it.”

He could not stop smiling at her, “What I would not give to remember my transformation.”

“I keep waiting for something to happen like lightning to shoot out of my fingers or animals to start speaking to me,” she laughed.

“Your special abilities may take their time to manifest.” Loki shrugged a shoulder, “In the meantime, enjoy your added strength and endurance.”

“Oh, I plan on it, husband.”

The way she said husband made Loki’s cock twitch.

“How would you like to help me out of these boots, wife?” he sipped his wine.

She grinned as she set her half-empty wine glass on the table beside her. She then slid off the couch onto her knees at Loki’s feet. It took her a minute to figure out the elaborate system of buckles and straps on the tall boots, but eventually, she had them off and to the side.

“Do you need anything else while I am down here?” she smirked, rubbing his thighs while the green light swirled around her fingers.

“Can I let your hair down?” He rubbed the side of her neck with his thumb.

“That sounds wonderful.” She turned her back to him and sat on her heels between his legs. He could have snapped his fingers and each tiny braid would have been loose instantly, but he wanted to take her hair down himself.

He carefully removed her tiara and put it atop his own head. “What do you think? Does it suit me?”

She looked over her shoulder and let out a very unladylike bark of laughter. “To a tee. But you will have to get your own. I do not wish to share.”

Loki feigned offense, “Rude! You are a very stingy princess.”

“Quite the opposite. Finish your task, and I will show you just how generous I can be.” She smirked at him as she turned back around.

He bit his lip and let out a moan. He set the tiara aside and quickly set to work on the knot of braids at the back of her head. With a grace that should not be possible for a man with such big hands, his large fingers deftly removed the hairpins and tiny threads that secured her braids. It took a lot of time, but he eventually ran his fingers freely through her waist-length tresses.

“All finished.” He had his large hands in her hair, massaging her scalp.

“Mmmm… oh Gods, that feels so good.” She moaned again, “Your hands… mmm, Loki…”

He massaged her scalp, then her neck, then her shoulders. “Stand up, kitten.”

She stood with a hand from him as he took a moment to appreciate her, standing before him wearing her wedding dress with her hair loose.

“By the Norns, Sigyn.” He swallowed thickly, “You take my breath away.”

“It has been a long day. Let’s go to bed.” She tipped her head in the direction of the bedroom as she held her hand out to him.

He kissed her outstretched hand, then scooped her up again. The ache in his ribs reminded him that they were, in fact, still broken and that he was probably delaying his healing by ignoring the doctor’s orders. Not that it mattered to him at that moment.

All the domestic slowness from moments ago disappeared as soon as he set her down in the bedroom. She started franticly helping him out of his clothes between hurried kisses. Once he was out of his waistcoat and shirt, she made her way to his trousers.

“Wait. Let’s get you out of this first.” He spun her around and looked at the back of her dress, “How?”

“There are buttons,” she pulled her hair and cape aside, “down the back.”

Loki was faced with a row of a hundred tiny buttons. “No, not tonight.” He waved his hand over her, and all the buttons unhooked simultaneously.

She gave him a surprised laugh as he slid the dress down her body.

“Norns above, Sigyn…”

She stepped out of her dress, clad in a strapless white lace bustier, garter, and matching panties. He raked his hand over his face.

“Do you like it?” She turned in a slow circle for him. Her panties barely covered anything in the back, exposing most of her round ass.

“I… I…”

She laughed as she ran her hands down his chest, “You really know how to stroke a girl’s ego.”

He made to run his hand through his hair but realized his braids were still in place. He used his seiðr on himself to undo his plaits.

“Once again, you have rendered me speechless,” he said as he shook out his hair.

“I know how to get the words going again.” She palmed his burgeoning erection through his trousers.

“Sigyn…” He took her head in his hands and kissed her, “I love you.”

She smiled against his lips, “I love you, Loki. Now, take off your trousers.”

He obediently unfastened his trousers and slid them down to his thighs. Sigyn dropped to the floor and pulled them from his legs. Loki’s cock jumped when she nuzzled it against her cheek. His hands found her hair and his head fell back as she kissed him on his hip and started trailing open mouthed kisses over his lower belly.

“Get on the bed.”

Anticipation ran like a current through him as he sprawled out on the soft silk sheets. She kept her weight off his body as she crawled over him. She kissed down his neck, across his chest, and down his abs. She circled her tongue around his navel, took his burgeoning cock in her hand, and dropped her head to suck on his scrotum.

“Mmm...” he whimpered as she pulled her mouth off one of his testicles with a pop.

With a wide tongue, she licked him from base to tip, lapping at the glans with teasing gentleness. Loki groaned and bucked where he lay on his back, legs spread wide to accommodate his pretty wife between them.

Sigyn smirked as she watched what her handiwork was doing to him. His eyes were closed, and he was moving his hands about in the air like he was fighting the urge to grab her head and bury himself in her throat.

“Relax, lover.”

“Sigyn, please…” his voice was hoarse.

“I know, lover. You have been so very patient. You deserve a little treat.” She released him and sat up to kneel between his legs.

Reaching behind herself, she unfastened the bustier and threw it to the floor. Her nipples were rigid peaks on her full breasts. Loki groaned as she leaned over him again, letting her chest graze his cock.

He hissed sharply as she squeezed her breasts together around his rigid length, still wet from her onslaught of kisses. He bucked his hips and moaned as he watched the head of his cock, red and weeping, emerge and disappear between her breasts as he fucked her tits.

It was not long at all before he was teetering on the edge. But he forced himself to stop before he finished. This was a sacred night for him, he wanted his seed to land in one place and one place only: deep inside his precious wife. The ceremony of tradition is to be upheld even if they wouldn’t be trying for children anytime soon.

Taking a few deep breaths to center himself, he looked down at her as she sat back on her heels.

He sat up in the bed and pushed her down to lay her on her back, “Naughty thing. You are wicked.” He lavished kisses on her neck and jaw.

“Is it so wicked to give my husband pleasure?” She turned her head and closed her eyes, relishing his warm mouth on her skin. She moaned when his hand ran up from her hip to her breast to squeeze her nipple.

“You have distracted me once again.” He kissed along her collarbones, “I had plans for your body once I got you out of that dress, but the sight of you in this,” he reached down and snapped her garter against her leg, “scrambled my thoughts.” He dropped his head to her chest. She slid both hands into his hair as he brought her nipple into his mouth.

“Hmm… Do not leave me in suspense. You must tell me what you intended to carry out.” She threw her head back and ground her hips into him as he bit down on the soft flesh of her breast. He immediately laved it with his tongue and moved down to kiss her belly.

“What fun is telling? I would rather show you.” She squealed as he quickly pulled her panties off.

Taking revenge by teasing her relentlessly, kissing her everywhere but where she wanted him to for several minutes, Loki pleasured her with his tongue. She was reduced to a quivering, boneless puddle when he was finally finished with her after her second orgasm.

He crawled up the bed and claimed her mouth, her slick still sweet on his lips and tongue. Sated and pliant, she wrapped her boneless arms and legs around him. His stiff manhood lay heavy on her lower belly.

“Gods, Loki,” she managed to breathe out once she finally regained her wits.

“I am going to take you now,” he said as he stilled over her. It was a statement, but she heard the question in it too.

She opened her eyes to meet his; they were dark, full of want. She licked her swollen lips, “Yes.” She pressed her forehead to his and nodded, “Yes, Loki. I want you. All of you. Now.”

He kissed her slowly, tenderly, letting his hand skim the smooth skin of her thigh. Raising his hips, he brought his hand between them and watched as he lined himself up to her entrance. He looked back into her eyes as he nudged his tip inside.

She let out a long, slow breath as he pushed into her the rest of the way, tortuously slow. He held his breath and savored the tight, wet heat as he slid in, inch by inch. He groaned once he was fully seated and buried his head in the crook of her neck. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed his body tightly to hers.

She could feel him twitch inside her as he waited for her to adjust to his girth. She clung to his shoulders and rubbed her cheek against his soft hair.

“This is Valhalla,” he whispered as he traced her neck with his nose and lips.

He moved his hands under her shoulders, propping himself up on his elbows. “Are you all right?” he asked, placing slow, open-mouthed kisses along her jaw.

“Yes…” She lifted her hips to meet his as he pressed back into her. “Gods, yes...” She could not remember anything ever feeling this good. “This is so right.”

“Yes.” He claimed her mouth as he started moving above her.

She closed her eyes and relished the delicious drag of the head of his cock along her walls. Warmth spread to her thighs as another wave of arousal coated his cock in her slick. He let out an approving groan.

“Yes, kitten, soak my cock.”

“You feel… so good… inside me.” She gasped as he changed pace, moving faster and pressing into her harder. She moved her hands from his shoulder and held onto his biceps, hard and bulging with the effort of holding himself over her.

He dropped his eyes to where their chests were pressed together and growled, lowering his mouth to the junction between her neck and shoulder; he nipped and sucked, marking her as his own.

She was panting, “This… oh Gods… I never want… to stop… aaah… doing this… with you.”

“You are mine…”

“I am yours…” She pulled him down for a kiss. It was sloppy, ungraceful, and perfect. “…just as you are mine.” She ran her tongue along his bottom lip, then sucked it between her teeth, giving it a nip while simultaneously grabbing a fistful of his hair and yanking hard.

His hips stuttered, “Fuck, Sigyn… yes… mmm… as I am yours. Norns, woman! You almost caused me to spill too soon.”

He moved his arms from under her and pinned her to the bed by her wrists. “Loki… I want to touch you.” she tried to wriggle free. She surprised herself when she slipped out of his grip momentarily.

He quickly caught her and pinned her back down harder. “You are stronger than you used to be, kitten. But I am still stronger than you.” Resting his head on her forehead and letting his hair hang down around her, “I will free you for a price.” He slowed his strokes, “Come for me, and I will let you go.”

“Please, Loki…” she bucked her hips franticly, trying to encourage him to speed back up, “I am so close.” She clenched around him.

“Aaah… yes… sweetling.” He resumed the pace she favored.

She gasped and let her head fall back, a tightness coiled in her lower belly, her legs hooked around his, changing the angle of her hips and causing the head of Loki’s cock to drag over the sensitive spot inside her.

“Do. Not. Stop.” Her eyes fluttered closed, “Oh, Gods.”

“I can feel how close you are, kitten. Mmmm… just let go, precious.” He moaned as her walls started to flutter around him.

Her orgasm started in her center and radiated outward over her entire body. “Ah…Loki…” Her pelvic muscles clamped around his cock. Her fingers splayed wide, and she arched her back off the bed.

He watched her face as she came, trying very hard not to follow her over the edge as she squeezed him.

“That’s a good girl.”

She bucked against him as aftershocks wracked her body. He released her wrists as promised, and she immediately pulled him down for kisses. He slowed his pace, languidly easing her down from her high.

Loki stroked her hair, “So pretty… My wife. My pretty wife.”

“Loki…” Sweaty and breathless, she ran her hands through his hair. “Loki… Gods, I love you.”

“I love you, sweetling.” He closed his eyes and moaned as he picked up his pace again, her sweet cunt hot and wet. “Do you have one more for me?”

“For you? Anything for you, lover. Whatever you want. You can have whatever you want.”

He smothered her in kisses and caressed her everywhere he could reach as he continued his relentless pace. It was not long before she was burying her face in his neck as another orgasm charged through her body.

“Yes… aaah… yes, Sigyn.” He hissed. He let out a primal groan, and his hips stuttered as he came inside her. Her cunt milked his cock for all that he had as her abs and pelvic muscles spasmed around him. His fingers dug into her hips and he jutted into her as far as he could go.

When his cock finally stopped pulsing, he slowly opened his eyes and saw a single tear roll over her face towards her ear.

His heart dropped, “Oh Gods… I am so sorry. Sigyn, did I hurt you?” He started to pull out of her, but she caged him in with her legs.

“No! Don’t you dare get up yet!” She dried her tear with her thumb. “I am not hurt. I was just overcome.” She kissed him tenderly, “This was everything I dreamed it would be.”

Relieved, he smiled at her. Sweaty and panting he kissed her, “This was far better than even my wildest dream.” He rolled them onto their sides, twining their legs together, and held her and kissed her.

“Let me clean you up.”

“In a minute. I am not ready to be out of your arms just yet.”

“You married a sorcerer, sweetling.” He waved his hand over them, and her thighs were instantly dry and clean.

She shook her head as she pressed closer to him. “The best decision I ever made,” she said sleepily as she nuzzled his neck.

“I would have to agree.” He summoned the blankets over them and kissed her forehead.

He held her as she drifted off to sleep. This morning he had woken up full of nervous tension; tonight, he falls asleep, naked and sated, with the woman he loves wrapped securely in his arms, happier than he had ever been in his life.

Sending silent prayers up to the Norns thanking them for his precious gift. He didn’t know what he did to deserve her. He may never know the reason why the fates intervened to create her, but he would spend every day of his existence striving to be the man deserving of such an amazing partner.

He pressed another kiss to the top of her head and held her tighter. He let sleep take him as the sun started lighting the sky on the horizon.

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[mistress-of-words]

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Loki/Sigyn (Marvel), Loki/Sigyn, Loki & Thor (Marvel) Characters: Sigyn (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Frigga | Freyja (Marvel), Freya (Marvel), Odin (Marvel), Amora (Marvel), Idunn (Marvel), Ratatoskr (Marvel) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fairy Tale, fairytale AU, Inspired by The Little Mermaid (Disney Movies), Happy Ending, Fluff, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, mermaid Sigyn, Pink Haired Sigyn, Sigyn is a pink mermaid, Family Drama, Magic, Spells & Enchantments, Muteness Summary:

Sigyn, the seventh daughter of Queen Freya, dreams of the surface world and walking with the humans that live there. And when she falls for the human Prince Loki after saving him she'll find just how far she is willing to achieve her dream. But will the price be too high, and is her mother correct that humans are not to be trusted?

Based off Disney's The Little Mermaid

#sigyn #loki #idunn #mermaid #fairy tale au #marvel #mcu #fanfiction #fan fic #logyn #logyn fanfic

[lokiinmediasideblog]

Comic Sigyn was hurt by Loki as his abused wife then hurt again when she was brought back for that one shot where he called upon his friends to punch her into unsconsciousness (even tho she posed him no threat as she lacks magic or combat skills) and any Sigyn fan who actually cares about her as a character and not a self insert vessel would want her 9549 miles away from Loki since everytime they're near each other he finds a way to hurt her. But they don't, because they project onto her to live their fantasies of kissing Loki. They claim the writers just need to write her personality and dynamic with Loki differently, but if you have to change everything canon about a character to make it work it's because they don't actually ship canon Sigyn with Loki, they ship their self insert oc who happens to have the same name.

I recall seeing her use magic to help Loki on the few Simonson issues I have read. To be fair, Ikol is not the Loki she married. The exes all want revenge on someone who's no longer here (with the exception of a handful like Leah..). And yeah, they aren't good for each other and she's definitely a self-insert.

I have only ever read ONE good Loki/Sigyn fic that I enjoy where their relationship is the focus because Sygin actually has a personality and Loki was allowed to be awful in a way that was interesting rather than "evil incarnate". It reminded me a bit of "The Cruel Prince" by Holly Black. I am really not a fan of x Reader, x OFC, or x Sygin stories for the most part. Here's the good Logyn fic in question https://archiveofourown.org/works/44334754

I will warn it tends to bash Sif and the W3. So if you love those characters, I might avoid it.

They claim the writers just need to write her personality and dynamic with Loki differently, but if you have to change everything canon about a character to make it work it's because they don't actually ship canon Sigyn with Loki, they ship their self insert oc who happens to have the same name. Yeah. I have said I would only be fine with her coming back if their relationship and dynamic is retconned and rewritten entirely. I would argue that Sigyn has no personality and that's why she is the self-insert of choice...

I also don't appreciate the guilt-tripping some Marvel!Sygin stans do to try to make us care about some prop of a female character. Of course I would erase her if it benefits Loki's character and means I don't have to see her used as a prop to show how far Loki's evil goes. Loki's actually interesting and her being used as a prop didn't add anything interesting to his storyline and it was quite annoying. Of course we all have more investment in Loki as a character than Table # 5. We've already seen Loki being awful in more interesting ways. Plus, I feel he should get that specific relationship retconned/erased because comics always get retconned and the way most of the comics handled Loki annoys me ("evil from birth" narratives while everyone else is obnoxiously perfect are the bane of my existence). I am glad he's allowed to be gray rather than pure evil now and that's he's gotten some things retconned to avoid "evil from birth".

#anti logyn #comics!loki #comics!sygin #marvel comics #hot takes #IStartShit

[in-defense-of-loki]

What do you think of Loki x Sigyn/Logyn and Sigyn herself?

Truthfully, it's complicated only because of her presentation. I do really like Sigyn, and I like what she can represent for Loki. In a way, I prefer the fandom's take on her and their relationship, because on one hand you have comic Marvel twisting up their story involving a Theoric (not something in the original Norse mythos), and on the other hand, we don't know enough about Sigyn in the Norse pantheon irl.

But what she can mean to us Loki fans, to worshippers, and to fic writers? I enjoy greatly.

#logyn #sigyn #loki #loki x sigyn #anon asks

[heathenkweer]

Honestly I don't know why you're so popular, you can't write Luis to save your life and putting him with a woman proves that, the man is as gay as a two dollar bill, and a lame female character like Mary-Sue Catalina at that. Why do you put obviously gay characters like Loki or Luis with women? It's giving homophobic tbh

okay normally I would ignore this type of message like I normally do but admittedly you've caught me in a weakened mental state because of a CFS crash, so, here's the attention you wanted:

(I'm going to assume you're also the anon who said something about Wintersberg being "obvious" or whatever, too.)

My little fic and my little OCs aren't keeping anyone from shipping what they like or reading what they like. I've no clue why some people act like they do.

As for why I don't ship "obvious" popular fanon M/M couples like Serennedy or Wintersberg:

I no longer accept crumbs of barely there subtext from my media when it comes to queer relationships.

I'm tired of doing the work for the writers. I'm tired of forcing room for myself and other queer people in their canons. That's the whole reason I stopped writing MCU stuff -- I'm tired of always having to fix Loki's character, of giving more of a shit about him than any of his writers ever have. (Also, MCU Loki is canonically bisexual, so idk where you're getting that "obviously gay" thing from.)

Also, none of these ships are my catnip, as I've mentioned before. Give me Morpheus/Hobb from The Sandman and we'll talk then. Give me Aziraphale/Crowley. Or, on the other side, give me Usagi/Seiya from Sailor Moon, or Haruka/Michiru.

And lastly: I write female OCs because generally the media I get into doesn't have a lot of great female characters. In FFXV, if you're a woman and a love interest, you get killed to further the men's stories. Same if you're a mother character. Village is sliiiiightly better about this, surprisingly, but the way they completely shafted Mia pissed me off, and I wanted to really delve into what growing up in that village would be like and how that might twist a person like Aranka. And Cat -- I wanted someone who knew Luis before the whole Umbrella and Los Illuminados thing, and again, I wanted to give Valdelobos and the people who lived in it a bit more time to shine on their own.

ANYWAY. I'm content with how I write my characters. It's brought me a lot of good friends and tbh I appreciate that more than I would thousands of fans. (I also do not know where you got the idea that I'm popular from. I was middling-popular in the Logyn fandom, like... ten years ago now, and I'm but a mere drop in both the RE4 and Village fandoms.)

Other people write about these ships far better than I do, so I suggest you go find them and read their works instead of sending weird messages to strangers on the internet.

#and now I'm going back to bed

[therese-lokidottir]

What fandoms have you written fic for?

What is the first fandom you wrote in?

What fandom did you write for the longest?

What is your current favorite fandom to write?

Which of your “fictional spouses” do you think had the most potential to go the distance?

Are there any of your fictional crushes/ships you look back on and think “OMG, what was I thinking?”

If you could go live in any of the universes you write in, which one would you chose and which character would you inhabit (can be canon or an OC)?

What’s a story in your favorite fandom you are DYING to read that no one has written yet?

This is a hard answer because I don't really write or read that much fanfiction. At most I write blurbs of dialogue but never a full story.

In general the very first thing I was a huge fan of was Sailor Moon

"Fictional Spouses" like right now about Logyn. But if you mean couples in fiction I just love it when the couple gets along and is happy with each other. Rosalie/Monroe from Grimm, Ned/Chuck from pushing up daisies, Rory/Amy from Doctor Who or Mortica/Gomez from the Addams family. Like, anytime a couple is happy I love it.

Never had any fictional crush.

I don't know what fictional universe is live in. Maybe I would go all the way back to Sailor Moon. It's very easy to open a business there😋

Still waiting for the MCU to just let Loki and Wanda be happy. Can I read that story?

#asks

[noooomygabbages]

fic idea for the drama

imagine if Theoric was royalty or at some point or decanted to the throne of Vanaheim with Sigyn as his fiancé ( promised through arrangement )

sigyn already knowing she’s unhappy with Theoric , would panic from these news and at some point would run away, in this time period she and Loki would at some point get together, this would Ignite the movement to bring the realms together and stop all the century’s of tensions between the realms that Thor has been desperate to put into motion

now imagine the drama that would ensue if Thor had to deal with his brother , being the boyfriend of the king of vanaheims ( kinda Asgard’s closets ally’s) runaway bride

and it would absolutely NOT help , that loki is most know through out the realms as “ a trickser,a liar, and a thief” and then see that he somehow just happens to have the missing princess of vanaheim , when she’s all like 🥰💛💪✨🦋🌼⚔️ and he’s 🗡🪓⛓🪄🌒🥀😈

adhdjtfgugffy 💀💀💀idk

#THE DRAMA THAT WOULD ENSUE GIVE ME LIFE IM SORRY JALL #ship:logyn #loki and sigyn #chaos #chaos and constansy #loki x sigyn #theoric #sigyn and theoric #logyn fic #fic writing #fic ideas #drama fic #drama #logyn drama #loki and sigyn fic #fanfiction #dramatic fan fiction #logyn fan fiction #sigyn #loki #thor fic #opposites attract #vanaheim #the nine realms

[writernotwaiting]

Mis-matched is coming back!

Ok, so last June (June of 2017! for gods’ sake), I posted part one of a Sigyn/Loki fic titled Mis-matched, but then I never finished it bc I am a bad person. (You can see part one on Tumbr here, and on Ao3 here)

Guess what? I HAVE A COMPLETE DRAFT FOR PART 2!!!!!! which I plan to post before the end of the week.

The bad news, of course, is that the story will now need a part three. HOWEVER, I have really high hopes that the story will be concluded before the end of the month. Yay me! And I really hope that people will come back and read my stuff despite my radio silence. I love you. Thank you for your support. 

________________________________ Here’s a clip from part 2: After the women left, Loki started to leave as well, before Frigga caught his arm, “Loki.”

He looked at his mother, surprised at her sharp tone, “Mother?”

“Don’t.”

Again he frowned, “What do you mean?”

“I do have eyes, dearest, and you cannot hide That Look from me. She’s married. You need to stop looking at her like that.”

“Like what?”

“Loki!”

“She doesn’t want this. She’s smart, witty, highly educated. She’ll be miserable. There’s nothing about her that will appeal to Theoric and nothing about Theoric that would appeal to her.”

“She signed the contract, Loki. We cannot judge her circumstances. Love is a completely unpredictable thing.”

“She didn’t.”

“What?”

“She didn’t sign the contract. It was drawn up a month before her majority, and her guardian signed for her. Something isn’t right about this, Mother.”

“And you have absolutely no vested interest in something being wrong?” Frigga raised an eyebrow as she spoke.

Loki paused as he tried to read his mother’s expression. “Would it be frowned upon if I did have some interest in the outcome?”

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#Loki #Sigyn #Logyn #fan fic #preview

[dailylogyn]

Holy moly I just ventured into the Loki tag and it's mostly just everyone screaming at each other over shipping and I'm just...gonna crawl back into my corner and quietly read me some Logyn fic.

Same!

Us Logyn fans will just continue to read our fanfics/stories in bliss like we normally do. We’re kinda use to it. ☕️

#Logyn #answered messages #admin marian #loki x sigyn #loki and sigyn

[november-rayne]

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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[kiwimeringue]

Loki, for the character breakdown meme? (predictably XD)

Omfg yessssss

How I feel about this character

I LOVE. Like ahhhhh. I’m going to focus mainly on MCU loki but what I’ve seen from AOA and the recent kibblesmith series are ALSO AMAZING. Ok like aside from being hilarious this is also a character that’s great at tearing my heart out which of course I am all about. Like, that is ONE HELL of a character arc from simmering resentment boiling over to complete disaster in T1 to like brainwashed rock bottom in A1, alllll the way to the end of Ragnarok and overcoming his own failings and returning to do the right thing even though it was harder and uncomfortable and reconciliation and just. -chef kiss- 

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Like, ships are all going to have their own dynamics, and I enjoy lots of pairings for lots of characters! That being said, the ones I see with Loki that I really enjoy are Valkyrie or Steve. I think he and Sif have a really interesting dynamic too. Im also a big fan of Logyn fics (one of my favourites, by Aylithe, just disappeared recently ;w; which breaks my heart because I’m always SO HERE to recommend it to people. Storm’s eye by rene Austen on AO3 is also reaaaally good). It’s an interesting divide, because you’ve got Valki where they’be both got the same sort of rough edges, and a mutual understanding of one another’s demons versus like, someone very kind, and patient, and gentle and that would take some getting used to, but is probably something he needs in the case of Steve (and a through-line of most Sigyns I’ve read). .  

My non-romantic OTP for this character

BRODINSONS. Thor and Loki. Best Dynamic. I LOVE THEM. God, like, obviously things have been a mess, but like end of Ragnarok, working together, AHHHH IT WAS EVERYTHING

My unpopular opinion about this character

Honestly I’m not sure any of my ideas are original enough to be unpopular xD; besides perhaps the aformentioned logyn shipping 

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

CAN HE PLEASE JUST GET TO BE HAPPY? Was that so much to ask, MCU? APPARENTLY. 

#cigaretteburnslikefairylights

[storylover92]

The Exiled Wife -ch 1

TITLE: The Exiled Wife CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: 1 AUTHOR: storylover92 WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Loki GENRE: no idea…. CHAPTER SUMMARY: When a desired asset has gone into hiding on Earth when her help is needed, she’s tracked down by the avengers themselves RATING: M (probably) Warnings/notes: ***************** Sigrid had just laid her youngest boy down for their afternoon naps and went out to the garden to cut some herbs for supper. Her oldest was outside playing with the chickens. A noise caught her attention, it was several black SUVs pulling into her driveway. When they had parked and a rather formidable looking man knocked on her door. She came around her porch. “Can I help you, Sir?” “Well, I’d like to think so. I’m looking for a healer, by the name of Sigyn.” “Well, I hate to disappoint but there’s no one here by that name. And who are you?” “I’m Nick Furry. A friend of your neighbor down the road.” “Oh, Clint? How’s he been I haven’t seen him much lately.” Sigrid climbed the stairs onto the porch of the 1940s-era house. “He’s fine.” “Forgive my manors Mr. Fury, did you want something to drink? Iced tea? Lemonade?” “No, that’s alright.”

“Is that her?” Natasha sat beside Thor in one of the other SUVs. “I think so. I’ve never seen her with her hair short or out of clothes that would be suitable for either the healing rooms or court.” “Alright, let’s go.” Thor and the rest of the Avengers, the Warriors Three and Sif climbed out of the vans in plain clothes. “However, they might want something.” Fury nodded toward the group behind Sigrid. “Hello, Sigyn.” Thor stepped forward. Her eyes went wide and she straightened herself. “Thor,” she nodded her head. “I have some news for you…” Thor was cut off by Sigyn’s hand signaling him to stop. “Let me guess, Loki?” “Yes.” “Am I to plan another funeral?” “Not exactly.” Thor looked over at the SUV that Fury got out of, a small team of people were pulling out a stretcher, on it Loki was tied down and unconscious. Sigyn took one look at him. “Put him on the dining table.” Thor raised an eyebrow at her unusual request. “I can turn it into a soul-forge if needed.” The Avengers followed her into the kitchen. She opened his eyelids and smelled his breath. She recognized a distinctive smell that came from sleeping potions, but there was something else to the smell that was familiar but she couldn’t place it. She walked over to her counter and poured herself a bowl of cereal then sat down at her table and propped her feet up so her heels were squarely on Loki’s breastplate. Steve leaned forward. “So, you mean to tell me that you’re Asgardian?” “Yep. Well, actually I’m only half Aesir. My mother was from Alfheim.” Sigyn took another bite. “You don’t seem like the other Asgardians I’ve met.” Sigyn chuckled and nodded. “Because I’m wearing leggings instead of armor and have my hair in a lob?” Sigyn took and finished another bite. “Well, I’m a single mother, and single mothers tend to wear what’s comfortable.” “You’re a mother? So, aren’t you at all concerned for Loki, I mean he is your husband, right?” “Yes, I am and yes he is. But he just took a sleeping potion so, no I’m not that concerned.” “Well,” Thor began. Sigyn looked at him, he was shifting his feet and looking uneasy. Sigyn’s chewing automatically slowed. “Ok, what is it you didn’t tell me? There’s always something you don’t tell me, what is it you didn’t tell me?” Sigyn threw the rest of her cereal away, she knew that when this happened it changed everything and would require immediate action. “I had heard that Loki was imitating Father on the throne under an illusion and the only way I knew to break the illusion was to strike him with Mjolnir’s lightning.” Thor paused, with a helpless look on his face. “He’s been asleep for three days.” “And you’re only now choosing to bring him to me?” Sigyn gave them all a withering stare. “Eir didn’t know what to do, she tried to wake him up but couldn’t.” “That’s because she doesn’t know how to treat a Jotun.” Sigyn was already on her way into her bedroom to grab her equipment. She set up the soul forge pillars and began scanning his head, nervous system, and blood. “Everything looks alright. He took a nightweave potion that was very strong on pain killers and sleeping aids. But everything else looks…hmmm. That scar never used to be there.” She flipped him onto his stomach and waved the clothes on his upper body away. “None of these scars were here last I saw him. These look like a combination of blades, whips, and very severe burns.” Sigyn began reconstructing Loki’s muscles, starting with the most atrophied first. She then began rebuilding his skin from the base dermis on up, the skin that was mostly scar tissue and keloids. Doctor Banner and Tony were the most interested in her methods for healing someone so quickly. After she was satisfied with her work she waved his clothes back on then laid him on his back again. “Was that why he was taking pain meds?” Sif looked around at the group. “Most likely, decaying muscles are painful,” she paused and narrowed her eyes. “I’m curious why it’s just now coming to light that his back was that much of a mess. Wasn’t there an exam of some sort when he was held by SHIELD? Or when he was put into the dungeons?” Most everyone shook their heads. Sigyn, sighed. She grabbed a glass of iced tea, an onion, and some cloves of garlic. Thor gave her a puzzled look. “What are those for?” “Odin has his form of punishment, I have mine.” Sigyn took a bite of the onion and tossed a garlic clove in her mouth, then repeated. When Sigyn was done, she opened Loki’s eyelids again, he was still out cold. She gently slapped him across his face, only succeeding in moving his head side-to-side. She shook his shoulder, when that didn’t yield results she poured her glass of iced tea on his face. Loki suddenly sat up and sputtered. Clint and Natasha smirked. “Welcome back to the land of the living Darling.” “Where am I?” Loki was still gasping. “Midgard,” Sigyn said leaning against the table. Loki smiled, it was nearly genuine, it had been a long time since he smiled like that. He reached to kiss her. “You ate raw onion, didn’t you?” Their foreheads were nearly touching. “Yep.” “That was cruel.” “I tend to be that way when my husband abandons me by falling off the broken bifrost when I was only a couple months away from giving birth to our second son. Leaving me in the palace with one in-law that was tepid at best, who exiled me the second he could. Which caused me to live here as a single mother of two boys. Your boys. Complete with magical abilities. You deserve onion breath, Sweetheart.”

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[someillplanetreigns]

2 and 17

2. What’s next on your ‘to-read’ list? (Fan fiction or otherwise)

I wish I were the sort of person who had a to-read list rather than wasting time stumbling about looking for things to read when I already should be sleeping... On a note on my phone that’s been there for horrifyingly long I have ‘The Serpent and the Liar’ written down, which I think is a Logyn fic I meant to get round to reading probably even before I’d made my Ao3 and tumblr accounts... 

For non-fic I have a dissertation-related reading list which is a lot of Charles Dickens and disability theory (I’m writing about intellectual disability in his novels), though I need to finish writing my other dissertation first *sweats nervously* 

I’m currently looking for some after the end credits of Ragnarok stuff (the dream would include something where Val ends up on earth and she and Jane develop complicated feelings for one another), but that is an ongoing quest (if anyone wants to send me recs I would love that!)

17. Describe a fic that is still in the ‘ideas’ stage

So I have this headcanon (which I wrote about here) that Hela and Loki have the same mother, and I would love to write something about her, cos wow can you imagine what that woman was like?? There’s just the slight issue of plot... 

Also in light of all the “Asgard’s library was destroyed” heartbreak, I’ve had a niggling thought that Sigyn (in this version one of the librarians - maybe she’s the head of the Midgardian section, which is considered a rubbish job?) somehow rigged it all to condense itself down into a Mary Poppins-style bag. Ragnarok had such a cool examination of Asgard’s colonialism and I would love to see some of that handled with the library (I’m a massive nerd, what ya gonna do xD )    

#freudensteins-monster

[november-rayne]

Chapter Twenty-One: Fond Farewells - Part One

Summary: Sigyn learns of Thor's plans for Loki's bachelor party and wishes to give him a proper send-off.

Word Count: 4000

Rating: Explicit for smut

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

*Minors DNI*

Tags: Oral sex (male receiving), mild degradation

Chapter Index

“Three days?! Three whole days!” Sigyn groaned and pushed her plate away.

“I am not thrilled about it either, but Thor has put a lot of effort into planning this event. You should have seen his face when he was telling me about it. I would hate to disappoint him.” Loki took her hands in his and rubbed her knuckles with his thumbs.

The dining hall was loud, with the usual noise of everyone enjoying their dinner and each other’s company. Loki and Sigyn were seated in their usual spot at the end of the table containing Thor and their friends: Sif, Fandral, Hogun, Volstagg, and his wife, as well as a handful of others in their age range.

Sigyn glanced at Thor at the center of the table.  He was laughing with Volstagg and gesturing wildly with a turkey leg in his hand. Embellishing a story from the battlefield, most likely.

She returned her gaze to Loki, “I do understand. I should not be so greedy with your time. I am being selfish.”

“Oh, my sweet Sigyn.” He rubbed her arms, “We will be married in less than a week. Then you will never be rid of me.”

“Do you promise?”

“I do. I will only leave your side if the King demands my presence. You will be sick of my face before you know it.”

“Never!” She placed her hand on his cheek, “I love your face. It is my favorite thing.” Her eyes dropped to his lips. “I…I am going to miss seeing you. And being close to you.”

“I cherish our precious time together as well.” Loki picked up her hand and kissed it. “You are going to be my wife in a matter of days. Then we will have eons of uninterrupted time together.” He kissed her forehead, “Besides, this will give me a chance to spend more time with the King and your father to soak up all their wisdom on long and happy marriages.”

“True.” Her smile brightened, “Yes, I am glad you will get some male bonding time with your friends. And it was so kind of Thor to invite my father as well. I hope the two of you get a chance to get to know each other better. Although, I am going to worry like crazy. Hunting wild boars? It is so dangerous.” She placed her hand on his cheek.

“Only for the boars,” Loki grinned. He took her hand from his cheek and kissed her palm.

“Not true! I know of men back home who have returned to their wives missing vital organs. Including the one essential for making babies!” She pulled her hands from Loki’s and put them on his upper thigh. Her pinky finger grazed his cock through his trousers.

Loki pulled her hands into his again and rested them on the table, looking over his shoulder to ensure no one noticed. “Trust me, kitten; I know the beast’s viciousness. I will return with all my parts. Especially that one. It is my favorite.”

“You had better.” She licked her lips and leaned closer to his ear, “You should let me give you a proper farewell.” One of her hands made its way back to his thigh.

Loki slid closer to her on the bench. He brushed her hair off her shoulder and followed the column of her neck with his eyes. She was wearing another wide-neck gown this night. This one was a deep burgundy, almost black in the low light. The material was thicker than the wispy dresses she usually wore and was embroidered with delicate leaves in gold thread. Her jewelry was gold, and her hair was half up and half down.

Sigyn had realized that Loki’s eyes became extra hungry when she wore dresses that exposed her neck and the tops of her shoulders. She watched his face as he appreciated her with his eyes.

“What do you think? Can we go somewhere?” She moved her hand higher up his thigh. She circled her thumb over the head of his cock through his trousers. She felt a familiar heat start in her lower belly. She arched her back slightly to try and relieve some of the tension that was building there. 

Looking at Loki with hooded eyes, she lowered her voice even further, “You will be gone three long days; leave me with something to get me through those long days. And those lonely nights. All alone in my bed. When I wake from my dreams of you, writhing in a naked sweat, I want to have a memory of you as my hands make their way over my body, trying to relieve the ache of your absence. I want to recall, in those hollow moments, the sweet sounds you make as you come undone by my mouth.”

Loki’s leg jerked so violently that his knee slammed into the bottom of the table, causing the flatware and plates to rattle loudly. Every head at the table turned toward the noise. Sigyn calmly folded her hands atop the table and bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing.

“Are you all right, Brother?” Thor looked over, concerned.

“Leg cramp. Nothing to worry about. Just trained a little too hard yesterday.” Loki grimaced, “Just need to stretch my legs. Thanks for asking, Brother.” He gave the table a nod. Everyone slowly returned to their conversations.

“Sigyn, would you care to join me for a walk?”

“Can you walk, Your Highness?” She asked him slyly as she took his hand.

“Do not get cheeky, you little minx. I should turn you over my knee and tan your hide for that little stunt.” Loki was leading her swiftly from the table.

“Oooh, if only.”

Loki rounded on her so quickly that her breath caught in her throat. “Listen well, sweetling.” He purred into her ear, “You should be careful what you wish for. I know what you are doing. I will not take the bait.”

Sigyn smirked, “I think you will take what I give you,” she twined her fingers in his, “and then thank me profusely for the honor.”

Loki’s eyes twinkled with mischief, “You are in so much trouble, little kitten.”

“Good.” Her lips curled up at the corners. Loki felt his cock twitch. “Tell me all the ways I have misbehaved while your cock is buried deep in my-”

“Hush, kitten.”

Loki led her to where her father stood, trying to break away from a couple of dignitaries. The men bowed to Loki as he approached.

“Ah, Your Highness! Are you excited for our excursion tomorrow? I know I am. I have not been on a proper hunting trip in ages.” Lord Anderson placed a hand on Loki’s shoulder.

“I am as eager in this moment as ever.” Loki’s smile was broad.

“What a clever idea for a bachelor party. I remember my stag party quite fondly. We-” he stopped himself, remembering he was in his daughter's presence, “Well, I can tell you about it on our journey.”

“I am looking forward to it.” 

“Well, I must get to bed. I promised Astrid I would not be much longer, and here I am, right where she left me.”

“My Lord, I hoped you would join us on a walk. I am not ready to say goodnight to Sigyn just yet. Seeing as how I will not be able to see her sweet face for three long days.”

“Yes, well, my beloved is waiting for me to join her. It would be best for me to stay in her good graces. If you bring Sigyn home before midnight, I do not have any issue with the two of you keeping company without me.” He raised one eyebrow at Sigyn, “Have you had any wine with dinner, pumpkin?”

“Just water, Papa.”

“Ah, very good. Okay, return to your friends and your fiancé, and enjoy the rest of your evening.” He hugged her, “We ride early in the morning.”

“I will be awake to see you off.” Sigyn smiled up at her father.

“That’s my girl. Good night, pumpkin.” He kissed her temple.

“Good night, Papa.”

“I will safely return her to your chambers before midnight, sir.”

“Very well,” Lord Anderson clapped him on his shoulder, “I will see you in the morning, Your Highness.” He bowed to Loki again before he made his way for the exit.

Sigyn turned to Loki, “How did you know he would not take you up on your offer to join us?”

“Do you really want to know the truth?”

“Of course I do.”

Loki grinned, “I watched your mother drink three glasses of wine with her dinner. I have a feeling that she is also looking forward to giving your father a proper goodbye. He was eager to return to his bed chamber and less concerned about what you were doing.”

Sigyn’s face scrunched up, “Norns, Loki!”

“You asked,” he laughed as he led her to the back of the hall.

“I am sorry I did.”

They went out of the back exit of the hall, down a corridor, and through a small archway.  Loki pushed the door open to a storage room. “Wait here, sweetling. I will just be a moment.”

She did as she was told as Loki disappeared into the dark room.  He returned a few minutes later with several dusty bottles of wine in his arms. “I am afraid that you might not enjoy this next part,” he told her as he started handing her the bottles.

“What are you going to do?”

“I need to cast an illusion over you. Until we reach my chambers, you will have to try and walk like you are a big lumbering oaf.” Loki waved his hands over Sigyn’s body. A green light shimmered from the top of her head to her feet as she took on the image of Thor.

Sigyn looked down at her body and could not believe her eyes. “Loki, what the Hel?!” He took a few of the bottles from her. “I cannot pass as the prince! Is this treason? Oh, my Gods, Loki!”

“Shh. Settle down. It is just a visual illusion, not a transformation. Your beautiful body is still intact. Think of it as a costume.  Follow me.” Loki started walking swiftly back to the main corridor. “You are doing so well, sweetling. We will be there before you know it. Remember, you are a prince. Just nod to anyone we pass.”

“Okay.”

“Try to take longer strides, darling. And quit swinging your hips.” Loki internally laughed at the image of Thor moving so femininely.

Sigyn’s heart was in her throat. She internally cringed whenever they passed someone. But she followed Loki’s lead.

“Not much longer now.”

Sigyn nodded to the guards as they entered the residential section of the palace. Loki took the stairs two at a time. Unfortunately for Sigyn, she was still wearing a long dress under her illusion. She had to take the stairs a lot more carefully. “Loki, slow down. I need to hold my skirts.”

He waited for her at the landing and took a bottle from her hand. “Sorry, my love. I did not think about that encumbrance.”

“I bet not.”

Sigyn made it to the third floor without tripping. Loki handed her bottle back and reminded her, “Remember, you are my brother. Do not look at me with doe eyes. Smile and nod to the guards. Are you okay?”

“Yes, I can do this.”

“Good girl. You are doing so well. We are almost there.”

They walked down the long hall passing servants and guards as they went. After a left turn, they finally arrived at the front doors of Loki’s chambers.

Loki and Sigyn nodded to the two guards as they entered. He shut and locked the door behind them, set the bottles he was carrying down, and waved his hand in front of the door. A green light shimmered along the wall.

“A soundproofing charm,” he told her. He picked up the wine and motioned for her to follow him.

Sigyn was looking around his apartment with interest. It was large but more modest than she had imagined it would be. The furniture was made from rich buttery leather, and the cushions and throw pillows were not overstuffed but soft. The rugs were not ornate but plush. It looked comfortable and lived in. The dining area looked more formal, with a large table, wine cabinet, sideboard, and buffet.

In the back of the main room, under the windows, sat Loki’s desk next to a wide bookshelf. The area was tidy but contained many scrolls, ledgers, and folders full of parchment. Organized just the way he liked it, no doubt. His desk chair was large and plush. She assumed he spent a lot of time there. The rug under the desk was worn from Loki’s boots.

Sigyn followed Loki to the dining area, where he was offloading his bottles into the wine cabinet.

“Why so many bottles?” she asked as she passed him her bottles one at a time.

“Psychology. People are less likely to stop someone to talk if they are carrying something in their arms.” He smiled at her, “Plus, I needed to restock.”

“Ah, brilliant.”

He looked at her and laughed, “Let us put you back to yourself.”

“Yes, please!”

With a wave of his hand, the illusion disappeared. “There is my naughty girl.”

Sigyn blushed, despite herself. “You love me.”

Loki brushed her lips with his, “Very much.” He held a bottle, “Can I offer you a glass, My Lady?”

“Yes, please. That was stressful. Thank you, My Prince.”

Loki poured two glasses of red and handed one to her. “To covert operations.” He raised his glass to her.

“To not getting caught.” She winked at him as they clinked their glasses.

He sipped his wine as he watched her do the same. “Would you honor me with a dance?” Loki snapped his fingers, and slow, instrumental music started playing softly throughout the room.

Sigyn smiled and took a long, slow drink from her glass. She licked her lips, then answered, “I would love to.”

Loki set their glasses on the table next to the open bottle. He led her to the open space between the dining and sitting rooms. She kissed his cheek as he pulled her into a waltz. They twirled and danced alone in his chamber together for quite some time. They were both silently enjoying each other’s company.

Slowly, the pretense of dancing faded until they simply swayed in each other’s arms, Sigyn’s hands on the back of Loki’s neck. His hands moved from her waist to her hips to her bottom and back again.

Sigyn started placing slow, open mouth kisses down the column of his neck until she reached his collar. She ran her hands down his chest and grabbed the hem of his tunic with both hands. He helped her pull it up and over his head. She tossed it over the back of the sofa and then planted her kisses over his shoulders, on his biceps, and across his chest before returning to his neck.

Loki’s eyes were closed; his hands returned to her hips. She placed a feather-light kiss on his lips and started walking him backward until he felt his favorite leather chair on the back of his knees.

“Sit, Your Highness,” Sigyn commanded.

Loki grinned as he sat. His legs spread wide as he sprawled in his chair.

Sigyn picked up a throw pillow from the sofa and dropped it between his feet. She smirked at him in a way that made his cock twitch as she slowly lowered to her knees in front of him. He was running the side of his index finger back and forth across his lips as he watched her. She pushed up and kissed the side of his neck, ran her hands over his pecs, and kissed down his chest. She gave his nipple a little nip with her teeth, then quickly sucked it between her lips, causing it to peak as she ran tight circles around it with her tongue. She traced the other nipple lightly with her fingertip.

Loki’s breaths were coming quicker. He shifted in his seat, the tightness of his trousers becoming more uncomfortable. His bulge straining the material was impossible not to notice, but Sigyn took her time. This was as much for her as it was for him, so she savored it. She was breathing in the scent of his skin as she kissed his torso, relishing the feel of his body as she touched him, running her fingers through the modicum of hair that decorated his chest. She smiled against his skin when he flinched as she ran her fingers down his side, accidentally tickling him.

Loki was patient, enjoying watching her as she appreciated his body. As much as he wanted to touch her back, he kept his arms on the chair to not disturb her. By the time she had made her way to his belt, her mouth had covered every inch of his neck, chest, and belly.

She pressed her palm over his hard length and raised again so her mouth was close to his ear. “May I suck on your cock now, My Prince?”

Loki growled, and his hips bucked involuntarily. His cock was throbbing, threatening to unload. His fingers twined in Sigyn’s hair, and he pulled her face close to his. He took a few deep breaths and closed his eyes, trying to regain control of himself. He kissed her deeply, his tongue thrusting into her mouth roughly before pushing her away.

“The would-be princess is cock starved?”

Sigyn’s mischief came alive in her eyes, “Yes, Your Highness.” 

“Remove your Prince’s boots.” She removed each boot obediently and placed them on the side of his chair neatly. “Get off your knees and stand over by the sofa.” She rose slowly, took a few steps, and waited.

Loki stood and slowly, without taking his eyes off Sigyn, unbuckled his belt and unfastened his trousers. His cock sprang free, and he gave it a couple of slow strokes with his hand.

“Remove your dress.” Her lips curled at the corners as she reached behind her back and unlaced her gown. She slid her arms out of her sleeves and let the dress glide to the floor before stepping out. Loki stared at her, standing there next to the glow of the fireplace in just her black lace panties and a matching strapless brassiere.

“Norns…”  Loki whispered, his cock weeping at the tip.

Sigyn raised an eyebrow at him, “Will you honor my request now, Your Highness?”

Loki pretended to ponder for a moment, “I suppose.” He removed his trousers the rest of the way and threw them aside. Sigyn bit her lip as she drank in the sight of him, naked as the day he was born. She quickly closed the distance between them and pushed him forcefully back into his chair.

She sank to her knees on the pillow and circled the base of him with one hand. She used the index finger of her other hand to swipe the pre-come from his tip. She closed her eyes and moaned as she sucked her finger into her mouth, tasting the prince at last. Loki’s breath hitched as he watched her. She locked eyes with him as she slowly withdrew her finger from her mouth. “You are delicious. I think I just found my new favorite snack.”

Loki’s nails dug into the leather of the chair. He was ready to burst. “Enough of your filthy words. Put your mouth to better use.” His voice was gruff.

Sigyn grinned at him, “As you wish, My Prince.” She watched his face as she licked the underside of his cock from base to tip with a wide tongue. His eyes fluttered closed, and his head fell back. As much as he wanted to watch her work, he could not. He was not going to last long as it was. 

Sigyn flicked the tip a few times with her tongue before wrapping her lips around the head. She sucked the rest of his pre-come off his tip before relaxing her jaw and gliding down his length.

“Ahh.” Loki peeked one eye open and watched briefly as Sigyn took him into her throat. Her lips almost made it to the base of him, but not quite. “Fuck!” He squeezed his eyes closed and dug his fingers into the leather chair.

Loki gathered her hair up in a ponytail and held it gently in one hand as she continued. His other hand stroked the side of her face, neck, shoulder, and arm. Anywhere he could reach without disrupting her. He lavished praise on her, moaned when she made him feel good, and grunted when she made him feel great.

She sucked his cock and pumped the base of him with one hand. Her other hand traveled from his balls to his thigh to his side until the pressure in her belly became too much to bear. She switched hands at the base of his cock to run her dominant hand down her stomach to her panties. She slipped her hand inside and stroked her swollen bud.

She moaned deeply, sending an electric vibration down Loki’s cock and up his spine. “Ahh, fuck, Sigyn…” He looked down at her. It took him a few seconds to realize what he was watching. His hips bucked upwards, and he could hold out no longer. Watching her pleasure herself while sucking his cock sent him to the edge. “S-S-Sigyn… I’m… coming.”

She did not pull away. She locked eyes with him as he emptied himself in her throat. Loki’s toes curled into the plush rug. The sound that broke from his throat was nothing short of primal. His hips hovered off the chair as his back arched. His orgasm ricocheted through his entire body. Even his scalp was tingling.

Sigyn kept gliding over him as he fell back heavily into his chair. “Damn, woman…” he shuddered, aftershocks radiating through his body again and again.

He closed his eyes and shook his head, “Fuck, darling. Are you trying to kill me?” She licked him clean and gave his head a few more deep sucks before she sat back on her heels.

“Give me a moment. I might have died for a few seconds there at the end.” Loki was breathing heavily, his heart racing and a thin sweat covering his upper body. “Fuck...” He opened his eyes.

Sigyn was running her hands over her hair, trying to tame it. “Did I please My Prince?” she asked sweetly.

She looked every inch a vision. Her lips were plump and swollen, her cheeks were flushed, her hair was wild, and her eyes danced with mischief.

“You,” Loki leaned forward in his chair, “you have just ruined me.” He gently placed his hands on her neck and pulled her towards him. He kissed her sweetly. She put her hands on his thighs and kissed him back.

“I love you, Loki. Thank you for giving me such a wonderful memory to think about while you are away. I will never forget the sounds of your pleasure for as long as I live.”

“I love you, my precious Sigyn. Stand up, sweetling.” She stood, and Loki tossed the pillow back onto the couch. He pulled her into a warm embrace. She ran her hands down his back to his bare ass and squeezed him. Loki chuckled as he scooped her up bridal style.

“Hey! Put me down,” she protested.

“No way in Hel,” he grinned as he walked them over to the dining room table. “Do me a favor and grab the wine.” Sigyn grabbed the bottle by the neck and held it close to her chest.

“What are you doing?”

Loki motioned with his head to the clock on the mantel. “We still have two hours together, and…fair is fair.” He grinned devilishly and started walking them toward his bedroom.

“Oh, my stars…” Sigyn took a few big gulps of wine straight from the bottle before Loki tossed her onto the middle of his bed.

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[november-rayne]

Chapter Seventeen: A Kingly Visit

Summary: Odin and Loki share a father/son moment. Loki learns a long-held secret of his father's. Odin offers Loki some practical advice.

Word Count: 2400

Rating: Mature

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

*Minors DNI*

Tags: Family Fluff

Chapter Index

Loki was eating breakfast the next morning while thinking about the day before. He had declared his love for Sigyn and spent several happy minutes with her firmly in his arms. She also admitted her love for him and made him the happiest man in the Nine. He resigned himself to giving up his current apartment. He formally apologized to Thor, paid him back the gold he owed him, and admitted a secret tryst. He finished the day with an emotionally charged conversation with Sigyn’s parents.

Last night’s dinner had been somewhat awkward. While relishing Sigyn's caresses and adoring looks, he could not help but notice Lady Anderson staring at him and barely touching her food. He needed to get to the bottom of her claims and put both of their minds at ease. And the sooner, the better.

He was less than two weeks from becoming a married man. He already had Sigyn’s ring purchased, but he still needed to decide which apartment they would move into, pick out furniture, and be fitted for his wedding clothes, not to mention the surprise that Thor was planning for his stag party. ‘Oh well,’ he thought, ‘one thing at a time.’

He finished his breakfast and went to his desk. He quickly wrote three messages and called for his chambermaid, “Margit?”

“Yes, Your Highness?”

“Could you please see that these messages get where they need to go?” he asked as he passed her the parchment envelopes.

“Certainly,” she accepted them and stuffed them in her apron, “I can deliver them after I take care of these breakfast dishes.”

“Thank you.” Loki turned his attention to an unfinished budget that he had been working on the night before when there was a knock at the door.

“The Prince?” Margit asked as she made her way across the room.

“He never bothers with knocking.” Loki watched as she made her way to the door.

She opened the door only partially, gasped, and then sunk into a very deep curtesy before opening the door wide. Loki stood and quickly strode to where his father, the King, stood in the doorway. Loki bowed.

“Good morning, son. May I come in?”

“Of course, please.” Loki motioned for him to enter. “Margit, please bring tea to the sitting room.”

“Margit?” Odin asked, sounding shocked. “Margit, by the stars! It has been millennia! Lovely to see you again.” He took her hand and kissed the back of it. Margit blushed and gave the King another curtsey.

“I heard you retired.” He placed his hand on her arm and rubbed it with his thumb.

“Oh, I got so bored sitting around the house. I returned to work in the kitchens part-time until the Queen asked me to come and work for the Prince.”

“Wonderful. The palace is lucky to have you back. I trust my son is treating you well?”

“Yes, Your Majesty. He is a very kind young man.”

“Good, good. How’s the family? You married Kristoffer, right? The guard?”

“Yes, he is well. He retired but volunteers at the elder home, delivering meals to the residents and engaging them in conversation. Whew, does he come home with some stories,” she laughed.

Odin regarded her tenderly, “He is a good man. I am glad you two found each other.”

“Yes...” she looked down at her hands clasped tightly, “I have had a happy life.”

“That is all I ever wanted for you.” Odin looked like he would reach for her again but clasped his hands behind his back instead.

Loki cleared his throat to remind the pair that he was, in fact, still in the room, “You two know each other?” he asked.

“Margit was my chambermaid when I was a young prince. My apartment was just down the hall from this one.” He motioned with his hand, not taking his eyes from Margit.

“I see.” Loki realized that they had been intimate but kept his face neutral.

Margit blushed, “My, that was so long ago.” She put her hand to her cheek, “Let me get you that tea, Your Majesty.” Odin nodded and watched her as she curtsied and walked away.

“Please, have a seat.” Loki motioned to the sitting room. Odin sat in Loki’s favorite leather chair, and he took a seat on the sofa. Loki used his seiðr to bring the fire back to life. Odin tapped his fingers on the arms of the chair and looked about the apartment.

Loki waited patiently for Odin to speak. When he didn’t, he asked, “Is this about the budget? I was finishing that up when you arrived.”

“No, son. I wanted to talk to you about your upcoming life event,” Odin gave Loki a tight smile.

Loki’s heart rate picked up a bit. Aside from polite small talk, his father rarely spoke to him about anything besides work. Margit returned with a tray of small cookies, a teapot, and two cups.

She poured the tea and asked, “Is there anything else, My Prince?”

“No, thank you, Margit.”

“Very well. I will see to your messages.” She curtsied, “Your Majesty, Your Highness.”

“It was lovely to see you again. Give your family my best.”

Margit gave the king one last look before nodding and slipping back to the dining room to gather the breakfast dishes. Odin occupied himself with his tea and a cookie until he heard the front door close behind the chambermaid.

He brushed the crumbs from his beard before he spoke. “The wedding is fast approaching.”

“Yes, Father.”

“And you are prepared for… all that marriage entails.” Odin looked very uncomfortable.

“I am.”

“Heirs?”

“Let me stop you right there. I know how babies are made, Father. I have been practicing for centuries.”

Odin chuckled, “Yes, I am aware. What I meant is that you are expected to produce heirs. My concern is… I hope you will take the time to enjoy your children when they are young. Do not make work a priority as I did. My only regret in my very long life is that I did not spend as much time as I would have liked with you and your brother while you were little.” Odin set his tea on the table. “The years passed so quickly. One minute you were a babe in my arms; the next, you were a young man with ambitions of your own.”

“You are the King. Your duty to the realm came first. I understand that.”

“And as the King, I could have delegated part of my duties while the two of you were small. It was just not done in those days. But times are changing; a man is not only measured by his work but also by the family he leaves behind.”

Loki nodded, “I promised Sigyn that I would prioritize our future children.”

“Then I do not doubt you will be a far better father than I was.”

“Are you not my father still?”

Odin was taken aback, “Well, yes...”

“Would you be agreeable to spending more time together in the present so I might get your advice on more than just work?”

Odin considered that momentarily, “If that is what you would like, I would enjoy that.”

“You and Mother have had a long and happy marriage despite…” Loki waved his hand toward the door Margit exited.

Odin leaned back in the chair and squinted his eye at him, “So you picked up on that, did you? Always so clever.”

“Well, you were about as subtle as a sledgehammer. Even Thor could have pieced that one together.”

Odin laughed, “That was thousands of years ago, before I was betrothed to your mother. I was younger than you are now. I was a young prince, falling in love with every maiden who crossed my path, getting my heart broken, then falling in love with someone else the next day.”

“It is hard to believe you were such a romantic.”

“That was before I knew what true love was.”

“When you met Mother?”

“I had affection for your mother, but it took some time to fall in love.” Loki gave his father a puzzled look. “I met your mother for the first time on our wedding day. We were not permitted to court each other in those days. Our parents arranged everything. I was fortunate that Frigga was so warm and caring. It was easy to fall in love with her eventually.”

“That is what you were hoping for with me? That Sigyn would capture my heart eventually?”

Odin nodded, “Your mother assured me this was an auspicious match.

“I must admit, though, your marriage to Sigyn was, first and foremost, a political move on my part to strengthen our family’s ties with the North. We depend on their resources here in the capital and throughout Asgard. If I somehow fell out of favor with them, the whole realm would be crippled, making a political coup a genuine possibility. With you as the Warden and Thor as King, everyone in Asgard will remain healthy and strong. The viability of those resources is crucial in keeping our citizens fed.”

“That is a lot of responsibility.”

“I could think of no one I would rather take Lord Anderson’s place.”

Loki sat back on the sofa. His father’s words hit him like an tidal wave.

“I am a King with only one kingdom but two sons. I do not have a second kingdom to offer you, my son, but I am giving you the second-best thing that I can. As Warden of the Northern Territory, you will oversee those lands. All the Northern Lords will answer to you; you will only answer to the King.”

Loki nodded, letting the weight of his words sink in, “Thank you, Father.”

“In the meantime, you get Sigyn. Not a bad trade-off, wouldn’t you agree.”

Loki’s heart did a little flip, “Sigyn is...” his smile widened, “the most,” he shook his head. “Ah, Father, I do not even have the words.”

Odin laughed earnestly, “I know, my son. I know.”

“She loves me, Father. She told me this, and I saw it in her eyes. There was no lie in her words. That beautiful spirit of a woman…” Loki shook his head again, “I do not know what I did to earn that love, but I will do everything in my power to make her happy.”

“I have not seen you this happy since you were gifted your first pony.”

“Sigyn makes me a thousand times happier than that, and we have yet to even…” Loki stopped himself from finishing his sentence.

Odin laughed heartily, “Saving it for the wedding night? There is nothing wrong with that.”

Loki’s cheeks flushed, and he looked at his hands in his lap, “Mother made me promise, but Sigyn is becoming…frustrated.”

“You will learn this lesson soon enough, but my first piece of marital advice: Your bride’s happiness must take priority over your mother’s.” He gave Loki a wink with his one good eye, “Maybe there is a compromise you could come to with Sigyn without breaking your promise to your mother?”

“You are a very wise King, indeed.” Loki grinned.

“The happiness of my subjects is my top priority.” They shared a laugh before Odin asked, “Is there anything else you would like to talk about?”

“As a matter of fact, there is. While I have your ear.” The King nodded for him to continue. “Have you given any thought to whom Thor will marry?”

Odin shook his head, “No, there have been no offers I would consider beneficial. Why do you ask?”

“I was talking with him when my betrothal was announced. He wants to get married and start a family. At first, I pitied him for being so idealistic, but now, after picturing my future with Sigyn, I want him to be as happy as I am.” Loki leaned forward in his seat. “I would ask that you consider letting Thor choose his own wife. Pending the Crown’s approval, of course.”

“Is Thor courting someone at the moment?”

“I am not at liberty to say, Father.”

“I will take that as a yes.” Odin steepled his fingers in front of his lips. “I will have to think about it. We are currently at peace. I did secure our family’s future with your marriage. I would have to broker something with the girl’s family if she is suitable. Hmm… I will talk it over with Frigga. This is not a yes, but it is a maybe.”

“That is all I am asking. Thank you, Father.”

Odin nodded, took another cookie, and asked, “Did you choose a man to stand up for you at the wedding?”

“I asked Thor.”

Odin gave him a proud smile. “Good choice.”

“I do not know what he is planning for the stag party, but I would be honored if you could make an appearance.”

“Ha! I have not been to a stag party in ages. I will get the details from your brother; if it is not too risqué, I would love to come.”

“Risqué? This is Thor we are talking about.”

“True.” Odin tapped his fingers on the arm of the chair again, “I must go hold court.” He stood; Loki followed. “You will have that budget on my desk before the next council meeting?”

“Yes, sir.”

“If you need anything…” Odin clasped his hands together in front of himself and shifted his weight from foot to foot.

Loki nodded, “Yes, thank you. Here, let me walk you out.” He motioned to the front door.

“Son, about Margit. No one needs to know about…” he waved his hand in the air, “ancient history.”

“No. No, of course not. You have my word.”

“I am not ashamed, mind you. But I do cherish your mother; I have remained faithful to her all these years. There is no need to cause her undo distress.”

“No. I understand.” Loki gave him a reassuring smile.

“My door is always open.” Odin clapped a hand on Loki’s shoulder as he opened the front door for his father. Odin’s guards bowed as he exited to the hallway.

“Thank you for this. I appreciate the visit.”

“I should have done it sooner.” Odin hesitated in the hall. He went to speak again but stopped himself. He nodded to Loki, then took his leave, four guards following close behind.

‘Love you too, Father.’ Loki thought as watched him turn the corner.

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[november-rayne]

Chapter Twenty-Three: The Bachelor Party

Summary: Loki's bachelor party gets rowdy.

Word Count: 2800

Rating: Mature

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

*Minors DNI*

Tags: Blood, broken bones, heavy drinking

Chapter Index

The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the smattering of canvas tents dotted around the clearing in the woods. The rich aroma of smokey meat hung in the air as a large boar was slowly roasted over a pit. Clusters of men gathered around braziers that had been lit, drinking ale, and exchanging tales from the hunt.

Besides culling the wild boar population back to a sustainable number, they had bagged enough meat for the wedding feast and plenty of extras that Loki insisted would be donated to the less fortunate in Sigyn’s name. The hunt had been a roaring success but was not without incident.

Loki stood in the pavilion tent he shared with his brother, father, and Lord Anderson. He cursed as he tried to pull his tunic over his head, “I can’t raise my arms. Go ahead and cut it off.”

The field healer ran his shears up the back of the blood-soaked tunic. Loki gingerly slipped out of it and let it fall to the floor with a wet squelch.

“How bad is it?”

The King flinched. Thor shook his head and looked away. Lord Anderson ran his hand over his face and looked at Loki remorsefully.

Loki cursed louder as the field healer ran his hands over Loki’s mottled skin. “There are three… no, five fractured ribs, deep bruising, and this shoulder is dislocated. These gashes are already starting to close.” He looked up to Loki ruefully, “I am going to have to reopen them to clean them out. It is not going to be pleasant.”

“Obviously.” Loki grimaced, “Did we pack anything stronger than ale, Brother?”

“Here,” Thor pulled a flask from his bag and handed it to him.

Loki pulled the stopper with his teeth, threw his head back, and quickly drained the strong spirits. “Fuck!” Loki’s eyes watered as the healer opened the wounds on his side and back and doused them with antiseptic.

“Apologies, Your Highness. Your accelerated healing is a detriment in this instance. But the sooner you are all cleaned up, the sooner you can be on the mend again. Prince Thor, could you assist me in setting this shoulder?”

Thor moved closer and braced Loki’s good side.

“Apologies again, Your Highness.” The healer picked up the arm hanging limp at Loki’s side and swiftly slid the bone back into place. Loki swore and swayed where he stood. “Well done, sir.”

Thor gave him a couple of reassuring pats on his back. The healer fashioned a sling out of some clean white cloth from his pack and placed Loki’s arm gently inside.

“Will he have healed in time for the wedding ceremony?” Odin asked.

“Your Majesty, the superficial wounds should be of no concern. But the broken bones-”

“What about my wedding night?” Loki blurted out. He quickly glanced at Sigyn’s father before returning to the healer seated on the stool beside him.

The healer cleared his throat, “Yes, well, your ribs and chest will be sore for a while. But that should not keep you from… uh… fulfilling your duty. You may need to exercise some… restraint. And…uh… I would avoid… adding any weight to your chest. You may be more comfortable… sleeping… in a seated or semi-upright position.” The healer stammered as he bandaged Loki’s wounds.

Thor snorted a laugh and quickly straightened up when the King shot him a glare.

“Yes, well, if there is nothing else, I must go tend to the others.”

“No, that will be all. Thank you.” Loki nodded to the healer and gently lowered himself onto the stool he just vacated.

“Do not hesitate to send for me if you start feeling worse. I will want to look you over before we ride in the morning, and I would like to put you in the soul forge upon our arrival back to the palace. Just to be safe.” He gathered his supplies into his large leather satchel.

“I will escort him there personally,” Odin said.

“Your Majesty, Your Highnesses, My Lord.” The healer bowed as he ducked past the guards and out of the tent.

An awkward silence hung in the air. Loki’s free hand clung to his side as he took shallow breaths.

“Are you in much pain, brother?”

“Only when I move... or breathe.”

“I almost forgot!” Thor pulled a blood-stained bundle from his bag and handed it to Loki.

“What’s this?”

“Just a little souvenir from that squealing bastard you brought down.” Thor grinned widely, “I pulled them out of the beast myself after we got you loaded onto the gurney.”

Loki rested the bundle on his thigh and peeled back the cloth to find two bloody boar tusks. “Norns…” he whispered as he held one up before him. They were no less than twelve inches long.

“I figure with some nice handles and a little polish,” Thor shrugged, “they would make a nice pair of decorative daggers.”

“You are right. These will make a fine pair of daggers. Thank you.”

“Your Highness,” Lord Anderson stepped forward, “I owe you my life. How can I ever repay you?”

Loki handed the tusks back to Thor and waved dismissively. “Don't mention it.”

Lord Anderson eyed the tusks. “No, that boar had me in his sights. Hel bent on my demise.” The Lord shook his head, “If you had not pushed me out of the way… You saved my life; I owe you a debt.”

Loki propped himself up with a hand on his knee and shook his head. “My Lord, my father saw fit to bless me with a golden apple from Idunn’s tree. This,” he motioned to his body, “just a few minor bumps and bruises. I will be right as rain in a couple of days with not so much as a scar.”

He grinned at his Lordship, “Moreover, my motivation for saving you may not have been entirely altruistic: I do not wish to take your job just yet.”

The Lord let out a booming laugh, “Regardless of the motivation behind it, you have my gratitude. And anything else you desire from me. All you need to do is ask, and I will grant it to you freely.”

“You are already giving me the greatest honor I could ask for. Sigyn is my world now. I could not bear returning to her without you. She would have been devastated.”

Lord Anderson pressed his lips together in a thin line. He moved to embrace Loki, but he deflected his giant arms and patted him on the back instead. “That hug will have to wait, I’m afraid.” Loki grimaced as he stood.

“Yes, yes, of course.”

Thor and Odin helped lower Loki onto his bedroll and propped him up with pillows and cushions. “Fetch the prince some meat and ale.” The King ordered one of the servants helping to clean the blood from the tent's canvas floor.

“Right away, Your Majesty.” The servant ducked out of the tent, and Thor quickly followed.

Once Loki was settled, Odin rested a hand on Loki’s head and leaned down so that only he could hear him, “That was a brave thing you did today. I am very proud of you, my son.”

“Thank you, Father,” Loki whispered as Odin gave him a couple of gentle pats on the top of his head.

Thor returned with a large platter of boar meat and crusty bread. The servant followed with a cask of ale and a stack of cups. Setting everything on the table in the pavilion's center, Thor made Loki a plate and brought it to him with a broad smile.

“I wanted to be sure you got a piece of the beast who almost took you out.”

“Ah, thank you, Brother.” Loki grinned while holding the plate, “But I will need someone to cut my meat for me.”

“Ha!” Thor handed the plate to the young servant who brought Loki his ale, “Cut this into tiny pieces. We do not need the boar exacting his revenge by choking the prince to death.”

The men laughed together as they ate their fill. With his belly full of meat and ale, Loki closed his tired eyes and dozed off.

oOXOo

The sound of raucous laughter woke him just a couple of hours later. The tent was dark and empty. Loki could make out the silhouettes of the men milling around the braziers outside. Slowly he made his way to stand, grunting and cursing the whole time. He found his cloak and draped it with one arm around his shoulders as best he could.

“Your Highness.” The two men standing guard outside the tent bowed as Loki exited. He nodded in return as he made his way around the camp.

“Brother! He lives!” Thor boomed.

“It will take more than one filthy swine to bring me down,” Loki grinned.

Thor and his friends bellowed and cheered, clearly drunk.

“I hope we did not wake you, Brother. How are you faring?”

“I did not wish to sleep through my own party. It appears I have quite a bit of catching up to do.” Volstagg passed him a tankard of ale. Loki drained it without stopping as the men cheered.

He returned the empty mug to his friend, “Now, I am desperate for a piss. Who wants to help me undo my trousers?” Another roar of laughter went up among the group.

oOXOo

Loki did not recall how he came to be back in his tent the following day as servants were packing up their belongings and tending to the King’s breakfast. Odin sat with Lord Anderson, eating porridge and drinking bitter tea. Both men were looking worse for wear. Thor was snoring loudly, lying face down on his bed roll, fully clothed, including his boots.

Loki pulled back his furs and made to stand before realizing he was completely naked aside from the sling on his arm and the bloodied bandages wound around his torso. He anxiously looked for his clothes. Even his boots were not where he would have left them.

“Before you start panicking,” Odin drawled as he noticed Loki’s face, “just know it was all in good fun. Do you remember how you came to be so naked?”

Loki rubbed his head with the hand on his good arm, “I’m afraid not. The last thing I remember is… Thor bringing out the whiskey and… did my uncles challenge me to a drinking game?”

“Yes. Congratulations, you won,” Odin chuckled.

“I do not feel like I won.” Loki winced as he took too deep of a breath, and his ribs ached. “Ah,” He laid back onto his little heap of pillows. “Where are my clothes and boots?”

“Left outside to dry, Your Highness. After the drinking game, Prince Thor dared you to jump into the stream…and you did. Fully clothed.” Lord Anderson laughed, “I will be damned if you didn’t emerge from the water with a live salmon between your teeth. It was the funniest damned thing I have seen in ages.” He shook his head, “The healer and I got you back to the tent, stripped you down, changed your bandages, and gave you a dry sling.”

“Ah, thank you.” Loki looked at the bandages on his side, “I didn’t… I didn’t say anything untoward, did I?”

Erik almost choked on his tea as he and Odin exchanged a look. “Untoward? No, not for the state you were in. Hilarious, actually, if I am being honest.”

Loki placed his hand over his face, “Norns... Was it a dick joke? I have a feeling it was a dick joke.”

Odin laughed despite himself, “You might as well tell him.”

“Okay, so, there I am, helping the healer peel the sodden trousers down over your hips, when, in a moment of clarity, you loudly announce, ‘Are we still hunting boars? Because you just found a hog!’ and pointed to your manhood.” The Lord shook with laughter.

“How embarrassing,” Loki shook his head.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, dear boy! If I had a beast like that between my legs, I would show it off too!”

“Ugh…” Loki pulled his fur up over his head and dozed off again.

oOXOo

The two older men were still chatting and playing a card game at the table together when he peeked his head out. Thor had not stirred.

“What time do we set off? Will we return to the palace in time for the feast in the main hall?”

“We can leave as soon as your brother can sit atop his horse without toppling over.” Odin chuckled as he leaned back in his chair. “Of course, we could always stuff him in one of the supply wagons if you are in a rush.”

Loki rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hand. “No, he would never forgive me for that.” He looked over to his sleeping brother, breathing through his open mouth, drool pooling on his bedroll. “I’m just…” Loki grimaced as he sat up, “Do you both not miss your wives?”

Odin and Erik exchanged a look and started laughing. “It has only been three days, my son. There has been no time to miss her.”

“It feels like longer.” Loki slowly got to his feet, no longer worried about modesty; he tried to stretch as best he could, “Ow, fuck.” Clutching his side, he made his way over to his duffle bag. He found the loosest pair of trousers that he had. He held them out in front of himself, “Hmmm.”

“Your Highness? Allow me?”

Loki surrendered the idea of dressing himself and allowed the young male servant to help him into his clothes and to use the lavatory.

As he often did, he started thinking about Sigyn while eating his breakfast. A wide grin crept across his face as he let his mind drift to the night before he left on this trip.

He could still recall the feel of her soft, warm skin in his hands. And the way her skin glowed in the firelight as she slipped out of her dress.  The adorable face she made when she came.

Forgetting himself, he bit his lip and moaned, remembering the taste of her arousal on his tongue.

“Clearly, my porridge was not nearly as good as yours!” Lord Anderson boomed with laughter.

Odin’s eye crinkled at the corner as he tried to stifle his grin.

“Oh, Norns… I…“ Loki’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, “Apologies. I was just… My mind must have wandered off.”

Lord Anderson held up his hands in defeat. “As long as you go through with the wedding ceremony, the events of the other night are none of my business. But fail to make an appearance, well then, prince or no prince, you and I will have a problem. You may have saved my life, but my daughter’s future happiness is of far greater value to me.”

Loki was stunned. First, no one had ever threatened him before, especially in front of the King. Secondly, he could not fathom a scenario where he would not marry Sigyn. Thirdly, how did he know? Had Sigyn told him?

Loki gaped at him briefly, “I would never dream of leaving Sigyn at the altar, sir. If I fail to make it to the ceremony, it is because someone has murdered me in my sleep. As for your assumption that I took advantage…”

The Lord laughed and waved his hand, “Now, now. Don't get me wrong. I know my daughter; it was most likely her idea. When she sets her mind on something, she is relentless.”

Loki shook his head, “But we didn’t-”

Lord Anderson held up his hand to stop him, “Look, I don’t know the details, and I don’t want to know the details. All I know is that I waited up for her that night, and when she floated through the door, she was practically glowing. I have seen a sated woman before, Your Highness. Not to mention, she was wearing the same goofy grin that was on your face just moments ago.”

“Goofy?” Loki sat up straighter as his ego prickled briefly. Then he relaxed a little as he grinned again, “Perhaps.” He shrugged his good shoulder. “Perhaps we were a little bit drunk on love and goofy. But I would not take it back. I love her more than life itself. She will be my wife.”

Loki took a drink of his tea, “I promised my mother I would not bed Sigyn before the wedding. I have not technically broken my promise, so my conscience is clear.”

Lord Anderson laughed and looked at the King, “Yes, I believe he is well suited for a career in politics, Your Majesty.”

Odin held up his hands, “What can I say? He is a clever lad. He gets that from his mother.”

“Uuuhhhh…” Thor groaned as he rolled onto his back. “Is there food?”

“Good morning to you too, Brother.”

“I will go ahead and mark this down as a bachelor party that I will never forget… and many will not be able to remember.” The Lord raised his cup as the other men laughed.

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