#sigyn is in charge

[louisandjade]

spuffy fic rec

figured all the time i spend scouring EF and ao3 might be useful to someone!

part 2

Scooby Crew, Where Are You? by Twinkles [9k]

In a not comics-compliant post-series universe where spuffy have been reunited and everyone else is drifting apart, chaos drops by for a visit. Or a nefarious scheme. I guess we'll find out XD

To Apprehend Air by Quinara [19k]

Two days after LMPTM, Spike's soul is stolen. But that's OK; they can get it back, right? Simple. How hard is it to hop dimensions, anyway? Or storm a castle…

Wild and Wonderful by solstice [23k]

Dawn is nine and three quarters. She is resilient, strange and sharp as a tack. She's a credit to her big sis. But she's just been kidnapped by one of the most notorious vamps of all time - Drusilla. Things look bad. Enter Spike, her very unlikely hero. Spike's relationship with Drusilla has been on the rocks since the Acathala debacle and the morsel in the crate is her double-edged gift to him: a chance to make things right, and a chance to be really bad. Kill the girl and make it hurt. But for some reason he. just. can't. Instead, he tosses the niblet into the trunk of his Desoto and hits the road, leaving his one hundred year relationship in tatters, and grinding his reputation into the dust. Buckle your seat belts nice and tight. We're in for a bumpy ride.

World Enough, and Time by toooldforthis [23k]

“You came back wrong,” he told her, all those years ago. He was right, but it took them a very long time to realise exactly what that meant. It meant a hundred more apocalypses, a thousand battles. It meant a journey, a prophecy, a war. They’d lose one other, and find their way back, and choose, again and again. And all the while, the earth was failing. There are a lot more people than you think who are here for the long haul – like, the really long haul. This is a story about two of them.

Once You Eliminate the Impossible by yellowb [30k]

Icelandic noir. Inspector Summers of the Reykjavik police force has finally got her big chance: she’s in charge of a murder case.

sometimes enough by taxicab12 [35k]

“Tell me everything,” Willow said, not sounding particularly like she’d been asleep. “Are his friends cool?” Buffy blinked. “Some of them. There was this one British guy—” “Ooh, accents, hot.” “—who wouldn’t stop staring at my boobs,” she finished. “Ew, men, gross.” “Spike,” Buffy said with a scoff. “What kind of name is that?” Or, Buffy falls in love and in love and in love. For some reason, life keeps happening anyway

ever waiting airports (full of the love that you deserve) by womanaction [41k]

Buffy catches up with Riley's helicopter, solving one problem and introducing a host of others. How is she supposed to rebuild their crumbling relationship in the face of an angry hellgod out for blood, an emotional teenage sister who spent millennia as a glowing ball of energy, and a weirdly helpful vampire? Season 5 rewrite from "Into the Woods" on.

GTFO by Girlytek [54k]

Spike doesn’t take the extra hundred bucks to be the decoy. Ethan doesn’t hang around to gloat. With the Initiative on their tail (just a little one), and Ethan needing a good being killed, Spike and Fyarl-Giles get out of town. There’s nothing like a road trip to put your demons in perspective.

Care by Sigyn [72k]

While under her Will Be Done spell, Willow just happened to say “I don’t care about anything,” and as a result, wanders blithely off as a vengeance demon. Spike and Buffy are left to protect a threatened Xander and a blind Giles while under the effect of a powerful love charm. But all is not happy in paradise – they’re still constantly fighting, and Angel is determined to end the spell they’re under. In a desperate attempt to collect the tattered remains of all their lives, ex-watcher Wesley Windham-Pryce is called in to try and play marriage counselor between the vampire and the slayer.

The Soul Lies Down by the_moonmoth [73k]

"As a child, I used to dream of a man in black and white, spinning in the desert like a dervish, sword flashing in the moonlight as he danced with death." Dawn travels back in time to save the vampire who saved her life. It's not purely out of sentiment, though -- the fate of the world is at stake (again) and somehow Spike is at the center of events. If only he can stay on the right side of Buffy. A sequel to Angearia's "Fin Amour".

Summer’s Lease by Iamblichus [86k]

Buffy thought it would be just another night of slaying lame-ass campus vampires, but one green demon, some unexpected help from Spike, and a spurt of fluorescent blood later, she finds that her world has acquired a novel complication.

Indigo Overture by Rikki_oko [119k]

Spike's just a drummer, content to live in lead singer Angel's shadow. But when a certain blonde strolls in on Angel's arm, will Spike be content to take the backseat forever? Loosely based on the eighties song, Jesse's Girl.

#there’s a bit of everything in there #obviously catered to my taste but hopefully some people agree! #i’m gonna try and include more lesser known writers in the next one #spuffy #spike x buffy #buffy x spike #spuffy fic #spuffy fic rec #spuffy fic recs #spuffy ficrec #spuffy ficrecs #mine

[foxglovecove]

My attempt to draw Sigyn, or a version of her

Thoughts below the cut:

[poor paraphrasing of Norse Mythology incoming]

Been looking up the Norse myth of Loki and he had two wives - an ice giant who was his secret wife and when Odin found out about her he forbade him from being with her, and a second wife, Sigyn who theres not much on but when he murdered a god and was punished by being burned continuously by a giant snake, she stood over him and caught the venom in a bowl so it wouldn’t burn him but occasionally she had to go and empty it, so it would burn him again. In conclusion, she was a very devoted partner

Anyways I don’t know where they’re heading with the rest of Loki this season, but in my head I’ve decided they’re going to go through all the timelines to defeat that timeline’s version of He Who Remains to hopefully prevent another war

So…what if Loki, Mobius, and co bamf into one of these timelines, are taken captive, and when Loki is brought to the throne room of that timeline’s ruler, bam, it turns out to be Sigyn, his wife in this timeline

Only in this timeline, Loki became a very well-loved king of Asgard with Sigyn as his queen and they had two kids who wouldn’t remember Loki, cuz, gasp, this timeline’s Loki was killed by this timeline’s version of He Who Remains, and they were barely toddlers when it happened (let’s say now they’re fully grown adults)

So I have this reveal scene I can’t get out of my head of Loki, as we know him, and the rest of the gang being brought to the throne room to answer to the person in charge (who are you and why have you attacked my men, etc etc). They’re brought in bound and with hoods over their heads so it’s very dramatic when Loki’s is taken off. Everyone gasps cuz Loki is supposed to be dead in this timeline

This theoretical episode is Sigyn getting to know the Loki we know and Loki getting to know that in one version of himself he had a family and was a beloved ruler of Asgard

Wish I had the patience to write this story so I may just do random drawings if I can muster up the motivation

#sigyn #norse mythology #loki series #Loki spoilers #of sorts #my art #loki laufeyson #story thoughts #why am I like this #magic #marvel #marvel adjacent

[faolonfiendrender]

so, someone has probably voiced this, but, assuming lyfrassir's loyalties (at least those he expresses) are the ones shared by whatever the new midgard government is, neither the asgardian regime or a government based on the midgardian resistance are likely in charge, even before the red signal, Lyf is critical of Odin's regime, using words such as tyranny and hubris to describe it, but at the same time, the first word he uses to describe loki's group (which was presumably the midgardian resistance) was not revolutionaries or any more positive word, it was terrorist. while this is definitely me reading a lot into word choice, you don't typically call the revolutionary group that spawned the nation you live in terrorists if you have the sort of positive relationship with your government that leads to becoming a police inspector. My main suggestion here is that the group in charge of midgard is some sort of anti-asgardian rule faction that also wasn't allied with the midgardian resistance. I would guess that, since a significant number of the members of the resistance were on the train, with sigyn especially being there, the original resistance splintered, and the ones who rule new midgard when lyf leaves are some third group.

#the mechanisms

[mareenavee]

(Tired) WIP Wednesday

Dragging ourselves through the week through the chaos <3

I've been ill but writing has been a balm! I'm gonna share a few snippets with you.

Was tagged by @thana-topsy (HUGE HUGS! Aiden and Sarel are adorable and you DID IT. You did the thing!) and @kookaburra1701 (I'm still waiting on Book 32 of your fic universe, and will cheer until its ready!)

Tagging especially @changelingsandothernonsense for the Sad Wars which have produced amazing content as of lately from me, for being writing exercises hehe. Not to brag, I'm just really fond of the work! And of course the amazing @paraparadigm, @thequeenofthewinter, @snippetsrus, @wildhexe, @nuwanders, @oblivions-dawn, @miraakulous-cloud-district, @throughtrialbyfire, @expended-sleeper, @inquisition-dragonborn @archangelsunited, @dirty-bosmer, @viss-and-pinegar, @ladytanithia, @polypolymorph, @gilgamish, @tallmatcha, @rainpebble3, @late-nite-scholar, @greyborn2, @saltymaplesyrup, @orfeoarte, and YOU. Because yes. You are tagged. Tag me back if you have stuff to share! I love to see it.

Below I have a few samples from some WIPs! I'll start with World, as I'm restructuring chapter 31 <3

This selection is long, too! 1,050 words, below the cut!

1) The World on Our Shoulders, Chapter 31 Athis's POV as he goes through Northwatch Keep to save Thorald. 219 words.

Still, there was something unsettling about how unnaturally quiet this part of the keep was. The hairs on the back of Athis’s neck stood up, some instinct he couldn’t place screaming of danger. Something was wrong. He’d felt this way once, years ago, before a bear charged out of the woods that time his hip had been shattered. He’d almost died, then, if it hadn’t been for Farkas and that priest out of Falkreath. Odd, that, as it was a priest of Arkay. The irony wasn’t lost on him. Now, however, was not the time to lose focus.

Athis pressed against the wall that lead out of the twisting passageways into a room that looked, from what he could tell, like some kind of torture chamber. Only, the air rippled with some kind of magic that felt like static on his skin the closer he crept. He remembered how it felt when Nyenna used certain spells nearby; this one didn’t feel like anything he could recall, and that didn’t bode well. None of it did, if he was being honest. He got the sudden notion that perhaps it wasn’t worth all the trouble — that Thorald might already be dead. But no. If there was the slightest chance that he was still alive, Athis couldn’t leave him here. He wouldn’t.

2) Storms Like This A secret WIP I'll be editing and finishing soon for a friend. 266 words.

He’d thought back to one of his favorite memories of her, besides their wedding. Before they’d decided to adopt and start a family, they were living comfortably in Proudspire Manor in Solitude. He’d been overwhelmed at first by the city he’d only ever passed through before. Living in it meant becoming entangled in the political nonsense, which Sigyn seemed to take in stride. She’d come home, fancy clothes thoroughly drenched from the rain after being gone a particularly long time on what was supposed to be a local errand, and deposited an old hip bone into a chest by the door. Unnerving, sure, but not too atypical for her.

She took him by the hand and dragged him out into the storm, onto their back porch, all while Jordis silently judged them both from her perch at the kitchen table. Sigyn had said nothing, only smiled as he’d exclaimed from the cold downpour the further she led him outside, but then, even over the thunder, he’d heard it—the Bard’s College, practicing for the Burning of King Olaf, bright and clear, almost enhanced by the storm, music reverberating through the very stones of the building next door. They danced together, on their porch, regardless of the weather. It was if, for a moment, the entire world consisted of only them. She’d laughed even as their sodden hair clung to their faces, and as water ran freely into their eyes. [He] knew then, despite all of her chaos, he would follow her absolutely anywhere for as long as he lived.

Storms like this always reminded him of her.

3) Fragment - part of The Bitter, Bitter End (Unpublished as of yet.) Featuring Nevena Ules as the POV and Orvas Dren. (Yeah. Ew.) 209 words.

Orvas was leaning over the stone parapets, looking down into the courtyard where regular people milled around on business relating to Vedam’s gathering. The moons shone overhead and, besides the noise of the crowds and bards inside, all was silent. She cleared her throat, and Orvas turned to her. He smirked—the same sarcastic look he’d won her heart with when they were younger and under far less pressure—and closed the distance between them.

His eyes, blood red in this light, held storms. She knew what had been worrying him, but she was trying hard to ignore that part, until it was safe to talk about it. Vedam’s overreaching included parlaying with the Empire and solidifying trade between Morrowind and other provinces. Only, there would be an embargo if the Blight situation got worse—which it already was, by the day. And if all of that work was so new, the newfound strength of House Dren would be the first to collapse. Orvas had said as much, and had been bringing it up in their conversations more often as of late, because Vedam wouldn’t see reason. He thought he could see a solution, but even thought of it scared her.

He wanted to ally the Camonna Tong with the Sixth House.

4) Fragment - part of It's Always Darkest Before the Dawn (Unpublished as of yet.) This one is is Danger!Bean Varlais's POV. 353 words.

Varlais never felt like he belonged anywhere in particular, to be fair. His parents had been elevated slightly after a few turns of events when they’d moved with Ondolemar’s family to Skyrim. That was, technically, his doing, all those years ago, but they were still othered by most Altmer of any rank, Thalmor or not. It was complex, of course, and he didn’t have the energy to parse it all. He’d leave that to Ondolemar, who seemed like he could hold every political detail in his head, as if his mind was some kind of tome.

All he knew was it had to do with the Ayleid ancestry that refused to fade into the background for his family, no matter how many generations. Aerissa, at least, never looked down at him for the blue eyes, thank Auri-El, but she was back in Alinor now, doing clerical work for the Thalmor. And, of course, he was stuck here. But at least, if he was here, he could try and save her from them. No matter how badly he missed her, he’d keep fighting. Before she became a thrall, well, she’d always stuck by him. He looked down at his ring, the gold band glimmering with a faint enchantment, the metal worn and scratched. Somehow, likely by Mara’s direct intervention, he’d not lost the thing, nor had it torn through his skin and bone in some horrifying way. He touched the edge of his left ear where he’d lost an earring that way, and was grateful at least in that moment, his magic worked to stanch the bleeding.

As of late, he’d been feeling even more unmoored than usual, despite Ondolemar’s best efforts—the man was seventeen different kinds of distracted, after all. They were and always had been close as brothers, but with so much changing and hanging in the balance, Ondolemar had to focus on the plan. They had a goal, after all, as impossible as it all seemed. The Civil War and the Dragons were mucking up pretty much everything. Varlais also tended to make himself a problem, though never intentionally. Not really.

#MareenaWrites #Many many things #The World on Our Shoulders #Dragonborn and Far-Star Marked #The Heart of the World #Storms Like This #The Bitter Bitter End #It's Always Darkest Before the Dawn #Nyenna #Athis #LDB/Athis #Ondolemar #Varlais #Linare Varlais #Nevena #Orvas #Nevena Ules #Orvas Dren #Camonna Tong #Sigyn #skyrim #skyrim fic #morrowind #morrowind fic #tes #tesblr #tes fic #elder scrolls #elder scrolls fic #wip wednesday

[maddness-and-myths]

Loki: so those Romans got to stab the old man in charge but I can’t?!?!

Sigyn: Loki, you’ve been talking about stabbing Odin for a MONTH.

Loki: and?!?!

Sigyn: I’ve already said no!

Loki: :(

#so this is a month late #Loki #sigyn #logyn #loki x sigyn #sigyn x loki #norse mythology #incorrect norse mythology #incorrect logyn #ides of march

[bit-dodgy-innit]

Scared to be Lonely

Part Two   Part Three    Epilogue

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

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

Rating: Explicit, Minors DNI! 

Word Count: 7.3k (hahahaha wut?!)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Agent Woo,” Marc greeted him. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t bullshit me.” 

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

“The godkiller” Marc interjected.

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

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

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

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

The elevator reached the top floor. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So you call her Sigyn.”  

Woo snorted. “Ha! No.”

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

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

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

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

Marc blocked him out before Jake could finish the thought. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thanks but um, I’m not a lord.” 

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

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

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

Thor broke the subsequent awkward silence. 

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

“Sure,” Marc offered. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Might as well make the best of it.” 

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes.” 

“What’s his name?” 

“Steven.”

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

“And you both serve Khonshu?”

“I do more than he does.” 

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

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

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

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

“He cares about you.” 

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

“Know what?”

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

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

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

“Not if I can help it.”

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

“Ouch,” he replied with faux hurt. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s your highness.” 

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

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

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

“Marc?” 

“Yeah”

“Are you well?” 

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

“Godbutcher.” 

“Excuse me?”

“He calls himself the Godbutcher”. 

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

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

“Where were they going?” 

“You believe they’d tell me?”

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

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

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

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

“They’re traveling inter-dimensionally?” 

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

“Why are you telling me this?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I thought we were just going to dinner?”

“Not with you dressed like that.”

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

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

*** 

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

I think we look sharp, Steven offered. 

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

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

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

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

“I do look like a douche.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah,” he said, “yes. Sorry.” 

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

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

Sigyn grinned. “Shall we then?” 

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

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

“So the godbutcher.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Shut up,” Marc whispered. 

Sigyn had heard. “Beg your pardon?” 

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

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

Marc smiled a wolfish grin. He was in. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that so?” 

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you dance on Asgard?” 

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

“Did he?” 

“I could hardly believe it.”

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

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

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

“What do you mean?”

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

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

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

“I’m sorry.” 

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

“I never said that.” 

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

“Dance with me,” Marc said. 

“Don’t trouble yourself.”

“Sigyn.”

“I don’t wish to anymore.”

Marc stood. Reached out his hand. 

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

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

Somewhere in the middle 

Think I lied a little 

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

“Thank you,” she whispered. 

I know that I seem a little stressed out 

But you’re here now 

And you’re turning me on

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

“I got divorced. Recently.”

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

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

Put my mind at ease 

Pretty please 

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

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

“But Gorr would kill him-“

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

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

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

So baby come try me 

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

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

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

He bristled, refusing to reply.

“I don’t know her—“

“Yeah, you don’t.”

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

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

Too much time, losing track of us

Where was the real?

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

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

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

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

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

Is it just our bodies? 

Are we both losing our minds?

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

She shook her head. “Take me upstairs.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Turn around,” he ordered. 

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck,” he grunted. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sigyn,” he murmured. 

“Hgggnnn,” came her incredibly coherent reply. 

“We need protection.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re so strong,” Sigyn exhaled. 

Marc grunted a reply, continuing to hammer into her. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Marc spoke first. “How do you feel?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 Part 2 

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

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Loki: [to Thor] I'm definitely the one in charge of the relationship.

Sigyn: Babe, stand up. Loki: [stands up] Sigyn: Sit down. Loki: [sits down] Sigyn: Look over here. Loki: [looks at her] Sigyn: Hmm. Interesting.

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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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[skaldish]

There is something that has been bugging me a lot and I find myself a little alone in this. I honor/worship Loki and their family. I feel particularly close to Sigyn.

This is where I hope I dont get too incoherent. I have had some heathen "friends" I guess if that is what I can call them. Have been pressuring me into honoring/worshipping Freya and I don't really have any interest in doing so. I mean regularly like I do for Loki and their family. I mean I have absolute respect for Freya and how she is just amazing warrior goddess and all but I just dont feel any sort of connection with her. I've tried doing things for Freya but I just dont feel the same like when I do for Sigyn, or even Loki ect.

Their reasoning is that Freya is a goddess that is/was worshipped and that she does or is capable of more than Sigyn. One "friend" even went as far as saying that Sigyn is a "domesticated" goddess and is basically a servant for Loki, holding the bowl, having children ect. and that Freya was a better choice. I won't lie this hurt me a lot I love Sigyn.

So is it wrong to not worship a deity that is a big part of Norse heathenry... I guess? I've even been shamed in a group for not worshipping Freya on a few occasions. Is it ok to just not be interested in a goddess like Freya? I feel kind of guilty sometimes.

If you take/took the time to read this, I'm saying thanks in advance. I've followed your blog for a while and I trust your level headed opinion.

Sorry this took me a while to get to. I wanted to get into the right frame of mind for this one.

Short answer:

You can work with whoever you please, because the only "right" way to be Heathen is to do what feels right for you. No one else can be the judge of that.

Long answer:

The big thing to keep in mind as you explore Heathenry is the fact that it's decentralized, which means it has no central authority or universal doctrines. This is why we see tons of regional differences between practices and even myths, both within the past and in the present.

However, the idea of "no governing authority" can be tricky to navigate and uncomfortable to deal with, so a lot of people latch onto "Reconstructionism" as a way to guide them.

Here's the catch though: Any authentic attempt at reconstruction requires us to narrow down a specific time and place to reconstruct from, because, again, Heathenry has always been decentralized. What's true in one place and time is false in another place and time.

For example: We know for a fact there was a time when Freyja and Frigg were actually the same goddess! I could make the argument that everyone is wrong for viewing them as separate, because this split happened in the late Nordic Iron Age and contact with the Romans changed everything, blah, blah, blah.

(I actually have no clue when the split happened or why, but you get my point.)

Most people don't do this, however. Instead we see a lot of patchwork reconstruction that involves interpreting the deeper meaning behind entirely political 13th-century Icelandic texts. While this is a very Christian way to go about it, people often take this approach because it's all they know.

This leads to arguments like the ones you've experienced, and from what I see, they were made out of a place of insecurity rather than a place of actual knowledge...and definitely not from a place of wisdom.

I've talked to Swedes whose families have passed down their Heathen oral traditions for gods know how many generations. Sigyn is associated with children, child-rearing, and general domestic life, but definitely not in the "50's housewife" kind of way. She's spicy, witty enough to keep up with Loki, and will absolutely wreck the idiot that dares to mess with her charges. She's a woman who does things of her own free will, including marrying her wacky spouse, having kids, holding the bowl, etc. At no point does anyone view her as a "servant."

Do your "friends" want to argue with those who grew up with the surviving oral traditions?

I say all this because I think it's important for you to think about what's informing these criticisms, and at what point they stop holding any weight. Reconstructionism can only go so far before it fails to provide useful religious data, and trying to stick with it results in fantastical interpretation or historical reenactment. Wisdom is knowing where to draw that line.

You don't have to work with a major deity if you don't want to. I promise Freyja won't take offense (and tbh she'd, probably point you back in Sigyn's direction anyway, because your private bonds are far more important than "playing a role" in your community. You're a person, not a prop.)

I'll also advise that, rather than spending energy trying to change people's minds, you should instead use that energy to seek out a better crowd. If people are going to insult your practice and your goddess, they don't deserve to have you in their community.

I strongly recommend looking into Heathen Women United for a good facebook group, if you're in the market for one.

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Regards, Loki - Chapter 33

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Sigyn: I still can’t believe you insisted on paying for my dress.  It’s too much!

James laughed, glad he sent her to the best shop.  Misha really knew what she was doing.

Loki: I did it because I wanted to.

Sigyn: You have to let me pay you back.

Loki: It’s my treat.

Sigyn: But I have to do something!

Loki: If you really want to do something, you could send me some of those goodies you keep teasing me with.

Louisa laughed at his response.

Sigyn: That is something I can definitely do.  Have you found what you’re going to wear to the gala?

James took a deep breath.  The tailor he went to didn’t really understand the theme of the gala (as he had never seen the movie), but he took note of the description of the suit that was given and drew a sketch of it while he was there.  Once James approved, the tailor got to work, saying it would take him a week to get the base of it down.  James would need to come back to ensure the measurements were correct before he could finish it.

Loki: It’s coming along well.  I have a fantastic tailor.

Sigyn: That’s great!  

Loki: Any hints as to what your dress looks like?

Louisa laughed.

Sigyn: You’ll just have to wait and see.

James laughed at her response.  He wasn’t really expecting her to tell him what the dress looked like and was content to wait until the night of the gala.  It wasn’t seeing her dress that he was anticipating either.  It was finally getting to meet her, the woman he’d fallen for over emails and texts.

Loki: That’s fair.

Sigyn: It’s not something I ever thought I’d get to wear.  It’s not like the dress in the movie.

Loki: It doesn’t have to be.  As long as you love it, that’s what matters.

Sigyn: It’s beautiful.  I’m afraid to even breathe near it.

Loki: I bet you’ll look stunning.

Sigyn: I hope so.  How are you holding up in the aftermath of what happened at your company?

James sighed.

Loki: It’s a mess.  I have a team helping to get things sorted out.  Legal finalized the charges.  With insurance and such, it could take months to get it all resolved, but the people on the team who are working on this are fantastic.  It’s made my life so much easier.

Sigyn: I’m so glad.  I know it’s taken a huge toll on you between that and your ex.  I wish there was something I could do to help.

Loki: You already are.  You’ve listened, provided advice, and you even sent me treats.  I couldn’t ask for better support.

He knew that wasn’t the entire truth.  He wanted more.  He wanted Sigyn there with him, holding him, consoling him, and just being there with him in person, but he couldn’t tell her that, at least not yet.

Sigyn: I feel like I could have or should be doing more.  You’ve got all that going on and you’ve been helping me on top of that with everything that’s happened to me.  To say you are a good man is an understatement.

He sighed.

Loki: I try, but I am very far from perfect.

Sigyn: No one’s perfect.  Absolutely no one.

Loki: I have a small thing I would like to confess.

Sigyn: What’s that?  You’re not about to tell me you're a Nigerian prince or something…..

James laughed at that remark.

Loki: No, darling.  I’m incredibly nervous that when we do meet that you’ll reject me.

Sigyn: You, sir, are a very stupid man.

Loki: Why do you say that?

Sigyn: I feel the issue is the opposite.  That you’ll see me and go running for the hills.

Loki: Somehow, I doubt that.

Sigyn: I’m also a very bad dancer.

Loki: Somehow, I doubt that as well, but we’ll manage.

Louisa was glad to know he had confidence in her dancing even though they’d yet to meet, but his response inferred that he could dance.  And if he could dance, then he should be able to lead her in a dance or two as long as she doesn’t trip and fall on her face.

Sigyn: Please just don’t let me fall on my face, not in front of everyone.

Loki: I will do my best.

Louisa started thinking again about the baker’s job at the cafe, and the nerves from it stacked on top of the anxiety of meeting Loki were becoming too much.

Sigyn: What if I fail?

Seeing the text, he knew this wasn’t about the gala.  She was an amazing baker, and he knew she’d quickly become popular.

Loki: But dear, what if you fly?

She knew he was right.  Before she could respond, her phone pinged again.

Loki: It’s okay to be nervous.  It’s a new adventure.  And personally?  I think you will excel more than you think you will.  

Sigyn: You really think so?

Loki: I really do.

Taking a deep breath, she sent a message to Brad and Chad, asking if she could test out baking for their cafe to see how well it went.  Only seconds later did she receive an enthusiastic yes which helped her feel better.  Loki’s idea to do a test run rather than a full commitment was genius.  

Even though it was late, she decided to bake at least one or two things to help calm her nerves.  Checking what she had in her cupboards, several things were pulled out, and the mixing began.  Two hours later, she had 1 ready with the other still in the oven.  As she was pulling the last pan out, there was a frantic knock at her door.  Once she put the pan down safely, she went to see who it was and found an extremely excited Chad.

“I’m so glad you said yes!!”

She chuckled.  “Technically I said yes to a test run.”

“That’s still a yes.”  His nose went up in the air.  “What are you working on?

She led him to the kitchen to find a few goodies, and Chad helped himself.  She didn’t even bother to try and stop him.  “I made those for your cafe.  Well, really, I made them to try to soothe my anxiety, but they’re also for you and Brad to put in the cafe if you want.”  He furiously nodded while stuffing his face.  “That is, if there’s any left for your customers.”

He looked up at her.  “Probably a good idea.”  He stopped eating the goodies.  “Cora told me you guys figured out the dress?”

She pulled out her phone and showed him a picture.  “They’re doing a couple of alterations, but it’ll be ready in time.”

“A fabulous dress for a fabulous lady!  I’m excited to see you in it.”  He hugged her.

“Oh!  Hall pass came in again today.  So yummy!”  Chad gave a wistful sigh.

“Was he with that lady again?”

He shook his head.  “Nope!  He looked pretty upset.  But even his upset face is hot.”  Chad used his hand to pretend to cool himself down.  “If things don’t work out between you and the god of mischief, we should set you up with hall pass because if I can’t have him, at least I can oggle him on a regular basis.

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Yes I am doing the 2nd generation of the norse gods, so their children or just the younger kiddos! Please I know these aren't all of them :')

And remember that to me, they're all around the same age and grew up together and the couples I've written up is what I personally see working out. Sorry Narfi 😭

Plus this is just for fun and I like to experiment!

Here's a small recap on who they are and how I kinda see them too! :))

🤍Roskva and Thjalfi:

Thjalfi and Roskva, were the children of peasant farmers. When Thor and Loki are invited to stay a night at their house and Thor shares with the family the meat of his goats, which he can resurrect provided that their bones are intact. Thjalfi sucks the marrow from a leg bone from one of the goats. When Thor finds out he becomes enraged. As a result, Thor maintains Thjalfi and Roskva as his servants. Later Thjalfi proves to be a scary good runner!

I personally think Thor after taking in the siblings treat them as equals and so does his family! They'd probably get along with Thor's children too, as I'd imagine they're around the same age. Thjalfi is a good brother to Roskva and is protective of her! Which Roskva appreciates and finds annoying. Thjalfi makes himself seem more braver than he truly is too. (Reference to when he got chased by she-wolves)

💙Magni, Modi and Thrud:

Magni, Modi and Thrud are the children of Thor, all sharing Thor's strong traits and some red hair! Modi and Thrud's mother is Sif while Magni's is the joy in Jarnsaxa! Thrud is a possible valkyrie, a female warrior as her name was mentioned in a list of the valkyries. Magni only at the age of three years old, was said to be the only Aesir god strong enough to lift the jotun Hrungnir's leg off of Thor. As a reward for his strength, Hrungnir's horse Gullfaxi is gifted to Magni by Thor.

I can imagine that the sibling dynamic is chaotic between these three. It consists of a lot of drama, all thanks to Modi! But let's not be too harsh on the guy, I'd imagine Modi is jealous of his brother and sister, especially Magni because he is "the favorite". Magni not wanting any trouble and being responsible tries to fix the conflicts his brothers sourness makes. And Thrud, Thrud was a wild child, she definitely had her fair share of fights. But in the end they all love each other as siblings!

💚Narfi and Vali:

Narfi and Vali are the sons of Loki and his wife Sigyn. They are minor deities, with nothing to their characters, but modern people say Narfi is the god of wrongdoings and Vali possibly the same, if not something else. The only story we have is of their fate, which is tragic! Narfi met a grisly end when the the gods as a punishment for lokis crimes, turned Vali into a wolf, who then tore Narfi apart. The now wolf Vali ran off to Jotunheim.

I've always imagined Vali being the one always in charge of what they would do. He would always be protective of Narfi and like Thrud a wild one! He loves causing mischief like his father but stops when things get too far. Narfi was always shy and hiding behind his brother, he barely spoke but that didn't mean he didn't want to join in on the fun!

💛Forseti:

Forseti is the son of Baldr and Nanna and he is the god of justice and reconciliation. It's stated that his is the best of courts and all those who come before him leave reconciled. This suggests that he is skilled in mediation and is in contrast to his fellow god Týr, who "is not called a reconciler of men.".

I'd imagine that forseti is that calm and collected kid, that is also very clever and smart! Basically the well behaved and perfect kid a parent could ask for. He most definitely sees Tyr as a role model and is better at helping out with conflicts between his friends. Sorry Magni we know you tried.

🤎Fjölnir:

Fjölnir is the son of Freyr and his wife Gerdr. Later in life he became a legendary king of Sweden and he was claimed as the progenitor of the Swedish Yngling dynasty, reigning from Gamla Uppsala. Fjölnir was said to have drowned in a vat of mead while visiting Peace-Fróði, a similarly-legendary king of Zealand, the Danish island. Fjölnir was then succeeded by his son Sveigdir.

I'd imagine that little Fjölnir over here was quite erogant, but never with bad intentions. He was geniuanly very kind and shares a common trait with Vali and Thrud, being a wild child! He was for sure a brave one of the group.

#norse mythology #shipping #Roskva and Thjalfi #Magni #Modi #thrud #thrudr #narfi and vali #forseti #Fjölnir #norse deities

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Intro & Masterlist

Hallo everyone!! I wanted to assemble my original story concepts on a separate blog to keep myself more organized. My main blog is @scribe-of-monsters and my current main project is a gothic lit-inspired webcomic that I am in the process of scripting, which can be found at @monstersofmancomic.

This blog will be dedicated to my original story ideas. Here's a brief intro/index for them:

"Unfamiliar" is a horror/comedy about two high school students who are unexpectedly thrust into the supernatural when one of them is bitten by a vampire bat. Seeking help with their newfound circumstances, Nic and Velvet run away to a nearby coven to lay low. But the human world isn't done with them just yet- and to make matters worse, the coven is under attack from a mysterious beast: a witch's familiar corrupted by dark magic.

"Entangled" is a Norse mythology-inspired action/adventure series wherein Aster Hodges, the demigod son of Odin, seeks revenge against the Aesir by setting off the events to begin Ragnarok -- starting with freeing Loki and Sigyn from their underground prison. While on the run from the forces of Valhalla, they rescue Myrna, a young elf seer, from the cult Aster was raised in, and the four travel the Nine Worlds in a quest to free Loki's monstrous children and bring Asgard to ruin once and for all.

"Speechless" is a fantasy/drama about Kyran, the heir to the Daemon throne, who secretly hires a band of rebels to assassinate their mother, the queen, in order to stop her from inciting a war with the Faeries. To reinstate peace, Kyran joins forces with the Fae princess Uriel to hunt down the rebels, who kidnapped the Faery king during the assassination. As the manhunt rages on, Kyran finds it increasingly difficult to keep their involvement in the attack hidden-- and the rebels' general gunning for their throne only makes matters worse.

"The Villsvill Chronicles" is a comedy following three kids and their ghost friend as they investigate the supernatural goings-on in their town. As they explore further, they learn that the nearby science institution is hiding a dark secret, and that the mad scientist in charge has transformed into a monster bent on stealing all the town's magic for himself.

#Scribes art #Unfamiliar #Entangled #Speechless #The Villsvill Chronicles #original content #Villsvill Chronicles is an overhaul of a very VERY old story don't take it too seriously lmao #Also I would like to profusely apologize for the shit image quality my camera is ass and the lighting in my room is worse

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TRIES TO HIT YOU WITH QUESTIONS THAT ARE FUN TO ANSWER THAT I ALSO DONT ALREADY KNOW ALL THE ANSWERS TO

🥤,🌴, 🐸

i literally sent you the same disclaimer lmao

sigyn, my beloved 💚

🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order?

iced white chocolate mocha or iced caramel latte! im more of a dunkin person tho

🌴 Desert island item?

well my phone is probably out due to lack of charging so let’s say a notebook and a good pen. or possibly a survival manual idk

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

uh. galaxy print, vaguely androgynous, and tired.

#ask games for ts #food tw #jules speaks

[chiimaera]

headcanon. sigyn is a rule follower. yes, she is the goddess of fidelity but along with that comes this idea that there are just things that are right and wrong to her. she likes structure though not necessarily okay with following a path made by someone else all the time if it goes against her values— hence why she tries to alleviate lokis punishment by catching venom.

at the same time, she can be naive and allow her black and white loyalty to put her into bad situations because her moral code doesnt allow for selfishness. her forgiveness can easily be taken advantage of. in my interpretation, there is a reason for this due to her past.

where there is no structure, sigyn will create it. she can be quiet and polite but take charge of a situation when it calls for it. she is highly educated and analytical, prepared to do herself what others will not to keep the wheel turning. chaos is outside of her comfort zone and doesnt know how to enjoy it out of fear that something might go wrong.

#xiii. headcanons #xxviii. character ;; sigyn #hc: sigyn

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Rate the Avengers

Best to worst babysitters for Narfi and Vali?

Alright, best to worst:

Best: Thor

He's got the home court advantage on this one. Vali and Narfi adore their Uncle Thor and both Loki and Sigyn know that the boys will be safe with him. He also by default has the most hours spent with the boys and so knows the best ways to entertain each while their parents get a night off.

Second: Bruce and Tony

I explained my thoughts here, but bottom line is I think the pair of them are tied for second place based off their different babysitting styles.

Third: Clint Barton

Let's be clear, Clint would never offer to watch the boys and Loki and Sigyn know better then to ask. However, if push comes to shove and Clint has to be left in charge of the boys, nothing bad will happen. Clint has kids in the MCU, he can handle it. Magic powers or not, kids are still kids. He might end up actually liking the little guys by the end of it.

Fourth: Natasha Romanoff

I know the MCU wanted to recon some maternal instinct into Natasha, but that was never the vibe I got. Natasha is just straight up awkward around children and ends up talking to them like mini adults. The only reason she's not lower is because at least she had a sister and so understands sibling dynamics, plus she's intimidating enough that neither of the boys dare cross her.

The Worst: Steve Rogers

While both Sigyn and Loki would say yes to letting Steve watch the boys if it were offered, this man has absolutely no experience actually watching children. He is a god damn disaster. He tried to use his Captain America voice to get them to listen, but it just make him sound like a stuck up authority figure and therefor open season to a couple of Lokisons.

#vali #narfi #logyn #thor #tony stark #bruce banner #clint barton #natasha romanoff #steve rogers #the avengers #marvel #mcu