He worried his lip for a moment, considering her proposition. The cheek against his hand unnerved him more than he was willing to admit.
“I am sorry, Miss Sigyn, it is not in my nature to feign ignorance at such things. Though, rest assured, I have forgiven.” he paused, unsure what to do next, “if it pleases you, perhaps we could meet again later in the day… I could give you a tour of the palace or….”
He trailed off, still facing the door, tense as he waited for her answer.
Sigyn released his hand, slowly, staring up at the curve of his shoulder. Why was he asking when he could command? This was strange, and wrong. “Loki,” she whispered, the first time she’d said his name. It felt … right. “My lord.” She stood up, circling around to face him. Some instinct prompted her to reach up, on her toes, and brush a quick kiss against his mouth.
“I am at your command,” she whispered, eyes closed, before whirling around and out the door.
Again with the shock and confusion. He had never felt so befuddled before in his life, what on earth was going on?
Hearing his name on her lips sent a punch of emotion right to his gut. It had unbalanced him enough that he wasn’t able to react when she came around, kissed him softly and ran out the door.
He must have looked a sight when his aide came into the room seeing him standing in the middle of the room, mouth still open slightly, confusion written on his face like it was a book. He regained his composure on seeing the attendant and sent him on an errand to find out information on Sigyn.
Loki ate a little of the food, changed his clothes and headed back to the bifrost to continue work on the repairs.
There wasn’t much for the aide to find out, really. No one seemed to know much of anything about her, at least not in Asgard proper. She was exactly as she claimed she was, an alfr, elf, recently petitioned for residence in the Realm Eternal, of minor but enough rank to be granted chambers in the palace itself, if inconveniently placed ones.
Sigyn knew nothing of this search for information. She had scurried back to her rooms in haste, finding her way more easily by daylight but struggling to apply her wildlands magic to stealth indoors. When she finally reached her own chambers, she closed the door and fell back against it, panting.
She stared around, feeling like a stranger in her own skin. The mirror caught her eye, and she crossed to look at herself in it, marvelling at her memories. Those memories occupied her in a daze as she changed into a soft day dress, drifting about the fringes of the court.