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.
He threw up his arms to ward off the water and let out a huge guffaw as he threw himself to the stream to battle back. He scooped out some water and tossed it back at Sigyn and felt a sort of freedom and ease he hadn’t felt in a very long time. She was about to throw another handful when he pounced, wrapping his arms around her, falling to the ground making sure she landed on him to avoid injuring her. He held her arms tight with a wicked grin on his face and a naughty twinkle in his eye.
Sigyn’s giggles turned into delighted shrieks as Loki tackled her to the ground. He held her pinioned, and she wriggled, still giggling. “My lord!” She caught sight of his face, her hair falling over hers, and the laughter subsided a little. “Are you a mighty hunter? I fear I am caught.”
“The best in all the land, I’m afraid. Once I have my sights on something, it’s almost over before it starts.” He gave another laugh and gently pushed back some of the hair that had fallen into Sigyn’s face. He gently ran his hand near her eye and spoke quietly. “Tell me of these markings…”
She lifted a hand to her face, brushing the edge of one of the tattoos. “These?
They mark my magic.” As was becoming familiar, at Loki’s touch a slight shiver ran down her spine. “I am but a poor sorceress, my lord.”