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Loki snapped awake, grabbing whatever it was that had touched his hair and leapt to his feet with a growl. He was confused when the hand was so small and immediately released it with a look of shock and concern.

“Oh… oh, Sigyn, I’m… I…” he floundered trying to clear his head of sleep and adrenaline.

Sigyn stepped back with a little yelp, her other hand flying to her chest to press against her heart, which was now pounding. “M-my lord! I did not — you were — no insult was intended!” She ducked her head hard, wondering if she should drop to her knees. 

Taking a deep, calming breath Loki willed himself to relax. All was well, there was no danger.

“Please, my dear Sigyn, there is nothing for you to apologize for. My…” he hesitated, wondering how much he should tell her, “my past has made me… on edge and extremely… cautious… when I am…. vulnerable. I am the one who need apologize for my actions. You meant no harm, I’m sure. Please, will you forgive me?

Her head flew up, eyes enormous. “I … forgive you? I should not have been so bold as to touch you.” Turning her face away and closing her eyes, she whispered, “Only, you looked so *fragile*. So … ” the word sighed out of her, “beautiful.”

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The loud crash of a dropped something woke Loki with a start. He had managed to doze lightly and the palace was slowly waking to its usual bustle of activity. He stretched out long and rubbed his eyes. He remembered the night before and wonderful little Sigyn.

He went down the hall and found some breakfast food and brought it back to his room.
He quietly opened the door and walked over to the bed, setting the tray quietly on the bedside table. He snuck back to the couch, laid down glad to have a familiar feeling behind his back and flung his arm across his eyes. Sleep recaptured him without mercy or hesitation.

Warmth overlapped Sigyn, warmth and unaccustomed softness. Drowsily, she shifted, flinging one arm out, and paused when that arm encountered more pillows rather than the edge of the bed. Blinking her eyes open, she glanced around, momentarily confused, before the memory of the previous night came back to her.

Loki had truly left her entirely to herself, had given up his chambers wholly to her, apparently on some princely whim. She pushed herself upright amidst the duvet’s disarray, wondering if perhaps he had snuck back in.

Yes, there he was, lying full length on the couch he’d unceremoniously removed her from. Moving in silence, she slipped out of the bed and padded over to gaze at him. It struck her that possibly this was a dream. Hesitantly she reached out a hand to stroke the fall of his hair.

Loki snapped awake, grabbing whatever it was that had touched his hair and leapt to his feet with a growl. He was confused when the hand was so small and immediately released it with a look of shock and concern.

“Oh… oh, Sigyn, I’m… I…” he floundered trying to clear his head of sleep and adrenaline.

Sigyn stepped back with a little yelp, her other hand flying to her chest to press against her heart, which was now pounding. “M-my lord! I did not — you were — no insult was intended!” She ducked her head hard, wondering if she should drop to her knees. 

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He noticed her blush and gave a soft, short snort, looking down shaking his head. Numerous naughty thoughts ran through his head but he braced himself against them. He raised his head and looked at her again.

“Very well, you leave me no recourse…” he bent down and scooped her up into his arms; walking to the bed, he kicked the corner of fluffy duvet away and put her in the bed. “For the sake of your honour and reputation as a dutiful and respectful citizen of Alfheim currently residing in Asgard, I shall sit outside in the hall and keep guard over you. There is no point in arguing.”

With that, he flung the duvet over her, turned and walked out of the room. There was a small bench opposite his door and he sat down, crossed his arms, laid his head back against the wall and thought about Sigyn.

Sigyn froze with shock the moment he picked her up. He was nearly out the door by the time she could get her mind working again, and as the door swung shut she said, “But it wasn’t my honour I was thinking of … surely I have none … “

Biting her lip in the dimness, she gazed sorrowfully at the door until sleep overwhelmed her.

The loud crash of a dropped something woke Loki with a start. He had managed to doze lightly and the palace was slowly waking to its usual bustle of activity. He stretched out long and rubbed his eyes. He remembered the night before and wonderful little Sigyn.

He went down the hall and found some breakfast food and brought it back to his room.
He quietly opened the door and walked over to the bed, setting the tray quietly on the bedside table. He snuck back to the couch, laid down glad to have a familiar feeling behind his back and flung his arm across his eyes. Sleep recaptured him without mercy or hesitation.

Warmth overlapped Sigyn, warmth and unaccustomed softness. Drowsily, she shifted, flinging one arm out, and paused when that arm encountered more pillows rather than the edge of the bed. Blinking her eyes open, she glanced around, momentarily confused, before the memory of the previous night came back to her.

Loki had truly left her entirely to herself, had given up his chambers wholly to her, apparently on some princely whim. She pushed herself upright amidst the duvet’s disarray, wondering if perhaps he had snuck back in.

Yes, there he was, lying full length on the couch he’d unceremoniously removed her from. Moving in silence, she slipped out of the bed and padded over to gaze at him. It struck her that possibly this was a dream. Hesitantly she reached out a hand to stroke the fall of his hair.

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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.

Loki sat back to take in the sight of her, head back, eyes closed and he smiled. This was a stunning creature, charming with her uncertainty yet capable of witty defiance in the face of royalty. He decided it would be unfair and counter-productive to his newly-formed plans to toy with her in such a way so he stood and again offered her his hand.

“I truly must insist on you taking the bed, Miss Sigyn. It would not do to have a beauty such as yourself debased so by sleeping on a couch…” he tried to look stern and unrelenting but he could feel his eyes smiling and betraying him.

Sigyn looked up at him, towering over her. She swallowed, hard, and said, faintly, “My lord, truly, what if someone were to enter, and find me there, and you here? I cannot.”

A thought darted through her mind — you could share it with me — and her ears went pink again. Determinedly, she tucked her feet up on the couch and gazed at Loki, eyes wide, face set.

He noticed her blush and gave a soft, short snort, looking down shaking his head. Numerous naughty thoughts ran through his head but he braced himself against them. He raised his head and looked at her again.

“Very well, you leave me no recourse…” he bent down and scooped her up into his arms; walking to the bed, he kicked the corner of fluffy duvet away and put her in the bed. “For the sake of your honour and reputation as a dutiful and respectful citizen of Alfheim currently residing in Asgard, I shall sit outside in the hall and keep guard over you. There is no point in arguing.”

With that, he flung the duvet over her, turned and walked out of the room. There was a small bench opposite his door and he sat down, crossed his arms, laid his head back against the wall and thought about Sigyn.

Sigyn froze with shock the moment he picked her up. He was nearly out the door by the time she could get her mind working again, and as the door swung shut she said, “But it wasn’t my honour I was thinking of … surely I have none … “

Biting her lip in the dimness, she gazed sorrowfully at the door until sleep overwhelmed her.

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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.

Loki sat back to take in the sight of her, head back, eyes closed and he smiled. This was a stunning creature, charming with her uncertainty yet capable of witty defiance in the face of royalty. He decided it would be unfair and counter-productive to his newly-formed plans to toy with her in such a way so he stood and again offered her his hand.

“I truly must insist on you taking the bed, Miss Sigyn. It would not do to have a beauty such as yourself debased so by sleeping on a couch…” he tried to look stern and unrelenting but he could feel his eyes smiling and betraying him.

Sigyn looked up at him, towering over her. She swallowed, hard, and said, faintly, “My lord, truly, what if someone were to enter, and find me there, and you here? I cannot.”

A thought darted through her mind — you could share it with me — and her ears went pink again. Determinedly, she tucked her feet up on the couch and gazed at Loki, eyes wide, face set.

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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.

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Loki lost himself, after months of being either invisible or maligned and generally treated with contempt by all in Asgard, he yearned for something, someone to connect with. Someone who was unaware of his past, someone with their own story, their own ghosts, their own extraordinary existence.

He hesitated, brought back to the present by her soft cry. He was aware of the hunger behind it and all too aware of the reaction it elicited in his own body. He pulled back slightly and looked into her eyes.

“Sigyn……”

Sigyn sighed softly as their mouths parted, and her eyes slipped back open to meet his. “Yes, my lord?” she whispered, a slight smile in her eyes. “If that was you trying to persuade me to allow you the couch, my answer has not changed.”

Her grip on his shirt didn’t loosen, either.

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.

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Although it was by no means her first kiss, those had been tentative, fumbling things, youthful explorations in curiosity. This was as far beyond that as the ocean is beyond a raindrop. Sigyn melted against Loki’s strong body, her hands gripping tightly at his clothing. New-awakened yearning shivered down her spine.

His mouth was cool against hers. She shoved herself up on her toes instinctively, matching his moan with a faint whimper.

Loki lost himself, after months of being either invisible or maligned and generally treated with contempt by all in Asgard, he yearned for something, someone to connect with. Someone who was unaware of his past, someone with their own story, their own ghosts, their own extraordinary existence.

He hesitated, brought back to the present by her soft cry. He was aware of the hunger behind it and all too aware of the reaction it elicited in his own body. He pulled back slightly and looked into her eyes.

“Sigyn……”

Sigyn sighed softly as their mouths parted, and her eyes slipped back open to meet his. “Yes, my lord?” she whispered, a slight smile in her eyes. “If that was you trying to persuade me to allow you the couch, my answer has not changed.”

Her grip on his shirt didn’t loosen, either.

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?”