He threw his head back with a hearty laugh, hugged her close and spun them both over to the couch in question. He sat down and pulled her down next to him. His eyes danced.
“I could make it a royal decree, you know. I *am* a prince and I am used to having my way.”
The speed of Loki’s movements left her laughingly breathless. “Perhaps Alfheim doesn’t recognise Asgard’s rulership,” she teased back, a little astounded at her own temerity. No one in the universe had ever driven off the nightmare fear so swiftly and simply.
Neither had anyone ever kissed her like that before, or wanted to. Feeling bold, she added, “What way did my lord have in mind?”
Oh, he liked this banter. No one had dared speak to him so audaciously with such playfulness before. He smiled with fascination.
He answered her with another passionate kiss traveling slowly from her lips along her jaw to her earlobe where he gave her an impish nip.
“Ooooh,” she shuddered. Trying not to fall over, she put her arms around his neck. Another tingle crawled down her spine. “Oh, my lord, are you trying to persuade me?” Sigyn asked, finding breathing to come harder.
He wrapped his fingers in her locks and made his way back from her earlobe to her lips. He pulled away slightly to look devilishly into her eyes and cocked an eyebrow.
“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, dear Sigyn… ” he let his voice trail off as her kissed along the other side of her face and administered the same nip to her other earlobe.
Once again she blushed hotly, and damned her fair skin. But this was Asgard’s prince, paying her these attentions, calling her by name, giving her endearments. It was enthralling, but she couldn’t help her hesitations, fearful of making a mistake. Better to be patient.
“D-dare I inquire what you are doing, m—” Her gasp as he nipped her other ear cut off the end of the thought, and she tipped her head back in pleasure.