Tingles danced over Sigyn’s skin where Loki’s fingers brushed. Her eyes fluttered closed briefly; she sucked in a swift breath. “No, of course not.” Another breathless laugh escaped her. “My poor skills have been of little help.”
He gave an impish smile, pleased at her reaction to his slight touch. He grabbed her around the waist, keeping eye contact and snapped his wrist around. There was a flash of bright blue light and suddenly they were standing in his bed chambers.
He didn’t immediately release her from his grasp.
Sigyn gazed around in amazement, hands resting lightly on his arms. Of course the rooms of a prince of Asgard would be almost overwhelmingly elegant, but the casual ease with which he had accomplished the teleport was equally breathtaking.
She turned a brilliant smile on Loki. “That was wonderful!”
She seemed sincere in her praise, and Loki raised his eyebrows and smiled.
He gave a little bow. “My pleasure, Miss Sigyn. Now, this way, if you please.” He held one hand out while taking a short step towards the bed.
Sigyn held her hands up in protest. “Truly, I can’t put you out of your own bed. The couch is more than good enough for someone like me. Please.”