As evening began to fall, Sigyn wandered out-of-doors, turning her face up to the waning sunlight. Closing her eyes, the amber light made shadowed patterns on her eyelids. But what brought her pleasure only a day ago was made less by the memories of the night before; the liquid tension of Loki’s touch. Would she ever see him again?
She opened her eyes, and there he was, sharp and elegant, drawing the gaze like a magnet. Across the courtyard he strode, apparently in some haste. Startlement made her mute.
It didn’t take long for Loki to locate Sigyn; he saw her on the other side of the courtyard and made his way over. He smiled at her startled look.
“My dear, Miss Sigyn. I have found you. How are you this evening?” He grabbed her hand in his and gave it a gallant kiss.
Clearing her throat, she managed, “I am well, my lord. You were seeking me?” She willed herself to be strong, not to blush and stammer or be embarrassed, and curled her fingers in his. “Will you … sit with me, and tell me about your day?”
He smiled, shaking his head, “Will you not walk with me? I should like to show you around the palace and grounds.”
Obediently she rose, still holding his hand. She didn’t want to let go of it. “Where shall we go? I thought I had seen all the glories of Asgard already.” And then I saw you, she thought. That made her duck her head again, though she forced her chin back up, giving Loki a brave smile.