He noticed her blush and gave a soft, short snort, looking down shaking his head. Numerous naughty thoughts ran through his head but he braced himself against them. He raised his head and looked at her again.
“Very well, you leave me no recourse…” he bent down and scooped her up into his arms; walking to the bed, he kicked the corner of fluffy duvet away and put her in the bed. “For the sake of your honour and reputation as a dutiful and respectful citizen of Alfheim currently residing in Asgard, I shall sit outside in the hall and keep guard over you. There is no point in arguing.”
With that, he flung the duvet over her, turned and walked out of the room. There was a small bench opposite his door and he sat down, crossed his arms, laid his head back against the wall and thought about Sigyn.
Sigyn froze with shock the moment he picked her up. He was nearly out the door by the time she could get her mind working again, and as the door swung shut she said, “But it wasn’t my honour I was thinking of … surely I have none … “
Biting her lip in the dimness, she gazed sorrowfully at the door until sleep overwhelmed her.
The loud crash of a dropped something woke Loki with a start. He had managed to doze lightly and the palace was slowly waking to its usual bustle of activity. He stretched out long and rubbed his eyes. He remembered the night before and wonderful little Sigyn.
He went down the hall and found some breakfast food and brought it back to his room.
He quietly opened the door and walked over to the bed, setting the tray quietly on the bedside table. He snuck back to the couch, laid down glad to have a familiar feeling behind his back and flung his arm across his eyes. Sleep recaptured him without mercy or hesitation.
Warmth overlapped Sigyn, warmth and unaccustomed softness. Drowsily, she shifted, flinging one arm out, and paused when that arm encountered more pillows rather than the edge of the bed. Blinking her eyes open, she glanced around, momentarily confused, before the memory of the previous night came back to her.
Loki had truly left her entirely to herself, had given up his chambers wholly to her, apparently on some princely whim. She pushed herself upright amidst the duvet’s disarray, wondering if perhaps he had snuck back in.
Yes, there he was, lying full length on the couch he’d unceremoniously removed her from. Moving in silence, she slipped out of the bed and padded over to gaze at him. It struck her that possibly this was a dream. Hesitantly she reached out a hand to stroke the fall of his hair.