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.
He gave her his winningest smile back and wrapped her hand around his arm. “I doubt you have seen this.” With a quick flick of the wrist they disappeared from the courtyard, reappearing next to a small waterfall that spilled out to a small pond and lazy stream. The pond was lined with strange trees that seemed to give off a sort of light and countless other plants and flowers. There was a fragrance in the air of sweet fruit and recent rain.
The unexpected teleport startled Sigyn into stumbling on landing. Her free hand flailed out, desperately catching at Loki’s clothing. Hanging on to him with both hands, she looked around, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. “Oh, my lord,” she breathed. “Oh, it’s so wonderful!”
He put an arm around her, holding her close as he studied the scene. “This, my dear Sigyn, is my haven. I know of none who know of this place. In my youth I would come here to escape my brother and his friends’ harassment.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in. “It was a balm to me.”
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.