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.
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!”