She pulled away a little, still staring around. Yes, she could feel it, this hollow of glorious nature, breathing in pain and breathing out peace. A tender smile curved her lips and softened her eyes. This place called to a part of her heart she hadn’t even realised was being bruised by the brilliant wonders of Asgard’s city. “Why would you show this to me?” she murmured.
He dipped his head slightly, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable. “Oh… I… well… I had heard of the beauty of the wilds in Alfheim and… well… I thought, perhaps the cultivated symmetries of the palace gardens were… I mean…” He straightened himself to his full height. “I wished to share a piece of my own comfort with you since you are a visitor here and may not have much comfort of your own.”
Turning back to him, her smile widened into blazing glory. “Thank you! Thank you, my lord!” Carelessly, she freed herself from his hold, and flung herself down on her knees beside some of the flowers, caressing them with fingertips, burying her face in the leaves of the glowing trees. Her eyes shone as she looked around yet again, laughing a little. Sigyn circled the hollow, laying her face to each tree trunk, touching each flower.
Loki laughed as he watched Sigyn, happy that he had pleased her. As she bounced around the grove, he grew curious at her actions, touching each flower and tree, almost as if she could speak to them. He walked over to his favourite log and sat down, elbows on knees and just watched in fascination.
His laughter blended with the babbling of the stream as Sigyn pressed her nose into a pale cup-shaped blossom. She glanced over at him, unable to stop smiling. Impulsively, she bent over the little stream and plunged her hands into it, throwing a shower of droplets at Loki and calling a small breeze to help them along.