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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?”

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His hand pulled her in and he kissed her lips, slowly, gently, teasingly. He wrapped his other arm around her waist and held her tightly against him. He deepened the kiss and let out a soft moan.

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.

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She ducked her head hard, amazement transmuting to … something else. He was handsome, fascinating, alluring, and she was out of her depth. “Is that what you want, my lord? I … ” She gave him an unintentionally appealing look from under her eyelashes, licking her lips.

He took a step closer to her so he was almost touching her, he could feel the warmth of her body, and gently lifted her chin so he could search her eyes. He enjoyed the look of slight apprehension on her face, tempered with insecurity and confusion. The sight of her licking her lips drove him almost to madness.

“Could there be any doubt?” He whispered into her lips.

“Prince Loki … ” she breathed, half confusion and half plea. The touch of his hand on her chin brought a rush of heat through her body, and involuntarily she swayed toward him. “Please … “

His hand pulled her in and he kissed her lips, slowly, gently, teasingly. He wrapped his other arm around her waist and held her tightly against him. He deepened the kiss and let out a soft moan.

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.

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He gave her a somewhat lascivious look. “It seems we are at an impasse. Perhaps… a compromise?” He emphasized the debauched look with a cocked eyebrow.

She ducked her head hard, amazement transmuting to … something else. He was handsome, fascinating, alluring, and she was out of her depth. “Is that what you want, my lord? I … ” She gave him an unintentionally appealing look from under her eyelashes, licking her lips.

He took a step closer to her so he was almost touching her, he could feel the warmth of her body, and gently lifted her chin so he could search her eyes. He enjoyed the look of slight apprehension on her face, tempered with insecurity and confusion. The sight of her licking her lips drove him almost to madness.

“Could there be any doubt?” He whispered into her lips.

“Prince Loki … ” she breathed, half confusion and half plea. The touch of his hand on her chin brought a rush of heat through her body, and involuntarily she swayed toward him. “Please … “

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She seemed sincere in her praise, and Loki raised his eyebrows and smiled.

He gave a little bow. “My pleasure, Miss Sigyn. Now, this way, if you please.” He held one hand out while taking a short step towards the bed.

Sigyn held her hands up in protest. “Truly, I can’t put you out of your own bed. The couch is more than good enough for someone like me. Please.”

He gave her a somewhat lascivious look. “It seems we are at an impasse. Perhaps… a compromise?” He emphasized the debauched look with a cocked eyebrow.

She ducked her head hard, amazement transmuting to … something else. He was handsome, fascinating, alluring, and she was out of her depth. “Is that what you want, my lord? I … ” She gave him an unintentionally appealing look from under her eyelashes, licking her lips.

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Tingles danced over Sigyn’s skin where Loki’s fingers brushed. Her eyes fluttered closed briefly; she sucked in a swift breath. “No, of course not.” Another breathless laugh escaped her. “My poor skills have been of little help.”

He gave an impish smile, pleased at her reaction to his slight touch. He grabbed her around the waist, keeping eye contact and snapped his wrist around. There was a flash of bright blue light and suddenly they were standing in his bed chambers.

He didn’t immediately release her from his grasp.

Sigyn gazed around in amazement, hands resting lightly on his arms. Of course the rooms of a prince of Asgard would be almost overwhelmingly elegant, but the casual ease with which he had accomplished the teleport was equally breathtaking.

She turned a brilliant smile on Loki. “That was wonderful!”

She seemed sincere in her praise, and Loki raised his eyebrows and smiled.

He gave a little bow. “My pleasure, Miss Sigyn. Now, this way, if you please.” He held one hand out while taking a short step towards the bed.

Sigyn held her hands up in protest. “Truly, I can’t put you out of your own bed. The couch is more than good enough for someone like me. Please.”

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Sigyn essayed a slight smile, ducking her head. “Sometimes I dream of falling. It’s always dark, but the worst part,” she hesitated, “is the solitude.” She shivered just calling up the memory of that absolute absence. Fear closed its hand around her throat, and involuntarily she gripped Loki’s arm more tightly.

He stopped walking at her words, shocked and ill at ease with his own memories.

*Loki, this is madness…*

The frozen emptiness that had swallowed him whole.

*No, Loki…. no…*

He clenched her hand and looked at her with sympathy. “That is… truly… terrifying. I don’t… I know of no other… ordeal so vile as utter isolation… “

Sigyn stopped with him, turning to look. His face seemed to freeze, as if her words had called up some private helheim, before life returned to those glorious green eyes. “I d-didn’t me—did … ” Sympathy tangled her words, before she managed to spill them out. “Please tell me you speak as a metaphor.”

Both her hands grasped at his. She gazed up into his face. “No one should have to endure that.”

Loki was perplexed at her reaction. A flash of confusion and disbelief crossed his face. Was there truly someone in the nine realms who did not know of the tumultuous, near unforgivable events that had taken place not long ago?

He quickly put up a cracked mask of good humour and smiled weakly.

“Ah, no my dear, but tonight is not the night to talk of such things.” He gave her hand a squeeze to put her mind at ease. He looked around. “Where are your chambers? We should get you tucked away.”

She glanced around as well. “I … I’m actually not sure, from here. I must have walked farther than I realised. I don’t know where I am.” Freeing her hands, she reached out and laid a palm on the wall, frowning gently. “An outlying wing … “

A slight silver mist pooled around her fingertips, curling along the wall and out of sight. She closed her eyes, then laughed slightly. “I really have no idea how I got here.” Looking back at Loki, Sigyn shrugged. “I’m lost.”

He watched the magic spiral out from her fingers and smiled. Another layer, more to know and explore. More captivating every minute.

“Well, at this late hour, I would hate to wake any of the staff up and my chambers are not far from here.” He smiled, “I promise to be a perfect gentleman, there is a couch that I usually sleep on in any case. Will that be acceptable for this evening?”

Sigyn stared. “My lord, I … I couldn’t possibly put you out of your own bed.” She ducked her head again, trying to hide behind her hair. “I would be glad to borrow your couch, though.” With a small sigh, she explained softly, “I shouldn’t want to be alone tonight in any case.

She laid her hand back on Loki’s arm, glancing up, and said, “Truly, you usually sleep on a couch?”

He gave a short laugh and grinned from ear to ear, “Yes, I prefer it to the bed… perhaps it is strange, but, well,” he shrugged a little, “I do as I like.”

He brushed her hair back from her face so he could more readily see her violet eyes, his finger tips tenderly caressing along her cheek.

“Would you object to a little magic on my part?” he asked curiously.

Tingles danced over Sigyn’s skin where Loki’s fingers brushed. Her eyes fluttered closed briefly; she sucked in a swift breath. “No, of course not.” Another breathless laugh escaped her. “My poor skills have been of little help.”

He gave an impish smile, pleased at her reaction to his slight touch. He grabbed her around the waist, keeping eye contact and snapped his wrist around. There was a flash of bright blue light and suddenly they were standing in his bed chambers.

He didn’t immediately release her from his grasp.

Sigyn gazed around in amazement, hands resting lightly on his arms. Of course the rooms of a prince of Asgard would be almost overwhelmingly elegant, but the casual ease with which he had accomplished the teleport was equally breathtaking.

She turned a brilliant smile on Loki. “That was wonderful!”

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Sigyn essayed a slight smile, ducking her head. “Sometimes I dream of falling. It’s always dark, but the worst part,” she hesitated, “is the solitude.” She shivered just calling up the memory of that absolute absence. Fear closed its hand around her throat, and involuntarily she gripped Loki’s arm more tightly.

He stopped walking at her words, shocked and ill at ease with his own memories.

*Loki, this is madness…*

The frozen emptiness that had swallowed him whole.

*No, Loki…. no…*

He clenched her hand and looked at her with sympathy. “That is… truly… terrifying. I don’t… I know of no other… ordeal so vile as utter isolation… “

Sigyn stopped with him, turning to look. His face seemed to freeze, as if her words had called up some private helheim, before life returned to those glorious green eyes. “I d-didn’t me—did … ” Sympathy tangled her words, before she managed to spill them out. “Please tell me you speak as a metaphor.”

Both her hands grasped at his. She gazed up into his face. “No one should have to endure that.”

Loki was perplexed at her reaction. A flash of confusion and disbelief crossed his face. Was there truly someone in the nine realms who did not know of the tumultuous, near unforgivable events that had taken place not long ago?

He quickly put up a cracked mask of good humour and smiled weakly.

“Ah, no my dear, but tonight is not the night to talk of such things.” He gave her hand a squeeze to put her mind at ease. He looked around. “Where are your chambers? We should get you tucked away.”

She glanced around as well. “I … I’m actually not sure, from here. I must have walked farther than I realised. I don’t know where I am.” Freeing her hands, she reached out and laid a palm on the wall, frowning gently. “An outlying wing … “

A slight silver mist pooled around her fingertips, curling along the wall and out of sight. She closed her eyes, then laughed slightly. “I really have no idea how I got here.” Looking back at Loki, Sigyn shrugged. “I’m lost.”

He watched the magic spiral out from her fingers and smiled. Another layer, more to know and explore. More captivating every minute.

“Well, at this late hour, I would hate to wake any of the staff up and my chambers are not far from here.” He smiled, “I promise to be a perfect gentleman, there is a couch that I usually sleep on in any case. Will that be acceptable for this evening?”

Sigyn stared. “My lord, I … I couldn’t possibly put you out of your own bed.” She ducked her head again, trying to hide behind her hair. “I would be glad to borrow your couch, though.” With a small sigh, she explained softly, “I shouldn’t want to be alone tonight in any case.

She laid her hand back on Loki’s arm, glancing up, and said, “Truly, you usually sleep on a couch?”

He gave a short laugh and grinned from ear to ear, “Yes, I prefer it to the bed… perhaps it is strange, but, well,” he shrugged a little, “I do as I like.”

He brushed her hair back from her face so he could more readily see her violet eyes, his finger tips tenderly caressing along her cheek.

“Would you object to a little magic on my part?” he asked curiously.

Tingles danced over Sigyn’s skin where Loki’s fingers brushed. Her eyes fluttered closed briefly; she sucked in a swift breath. “No, of course not.” Another breathless laugh escaped her. “My poor skills have been of little help.”