Their wedding was an unremarkable affair; as Odin's second-born, Loki's celebrations did not receive much attention from the court of Asgard. Compounding this was the fact that the marriage was arranged. Sigyn, a young woman of noble blood, had been selected to marry the Prince by the Allfather himself. Though she found the God of Mischief less than appealing, she would not dare object to Odin's decision. She swallowed her pride, and begrudginly gave her hand to her dark, brooding suitor. Of course, she knew that Loki found her just as disagreeable; they bickered endlessly on their first meeting.
The ceremony took place in one of the lesser banquet halls—Odin would not waste the Great Hall on such a meager event. Few people attended the occasion besides the couple's immediate family, making the room appear even barer. The bride and groom stood in the center of the room. Loki sported his finest armor, and Sigyn wore an emerald green gown that scooped low in the back. Though trembling with anger, Sigyn stood tall, striving to meet Loki's height. She glared at the horns on his helmet, silently cursing them. She then met his gaze, his cold green eyes boring into hers. Her fair cheeks flushed with irritation, giving her the façade of a blushing bride. Her mahogany locks had been pinned back so tightly that her eyebrows reached high towards her forehead. She felt ridiculous uneasy.
Sigyn tuned out the voices in the room, and thus missed most of her own wedding. When it came time for her to speak, Loki prompted her with a harsh squeeze to the hand. She mumbled the necessary phrases, her stomach churning in anticipation as the ceremonial kiss loomed on the horizon. She had never touched Loki before the wedding, besides the times he had customarily kissed her hand in greeting. She knew what their wedding night would hold, and feared such intimacy. Sigyn had never been with a man before—she had kissed a childhood sweetheart, but did not count that as an intimate experience.
Suddenly, Loki brought his hands to awkwardly caress Sigyn's cheeks. The kiss was upon them. Loki leaned in tentatively, bringing his soft lips to hers for only a brief moment before pulling away. Sigyn exhaled, easing the knot in her stomach. The rest of the ceremony passed in a haze as Sigyn let her thoughts wander. The room was prepared for dancing, and the few guests began to join in the merriment of the occasion. Loki pulled Sigyn into an intimate dance, to which she objected.
"My Father will want to see that we are a happy couple," he hissed in her ear. Sigyn knew he was right, and did not want to disappoint the Allfather. His left hand wandered up and down her exposed back, as he brought the back of his right hand to gently stroke her cheek.
"I don't want to be here," she whispered after a few minutes. Loki nodded his agreement.
"Just a short while longer and then we can leave," he returned. Sigyn bit her lip, dreading what was to come. Before long, the pitiful crowd began to dwindle, and the couple took that as their cue to leave. Loki reluctantly took hold of Sigyn's hand and announced their retirement to their matrimonial chambers. As they exited the room, Thor—Odin's first-born—gave Loki a solid smack on the back, and Sigyn a knowing wink. She shuddered.
Sigyn kept her eyes downcast as they made their way to their chambers. She did not want to see anyone or be seen. Loki stopped in his tracks when they reached their door. Heaving a sigh, he gazed down into Sigyn's aquamarine eyes. She nodded, permitting him to take her inside. The room was decorated in green—the color of Loki's cape. A formidable bed stood directly across from the couple, calling them to their fate. Loki closed the heavy wooden door behind them, sighing once more.
"I am sorry," he began, removing his helmet and tossing it aside, "Though we have never really been on good terms, I would not wish this on you. I am truly sorry, Sigyn." He ran his hands through his ink-black hair and sat at the edge of the bed. Sigyn, taken aback by his kindness, stood in silence.
"I know you do not love me," he continued, gazing into her eyes, "I cannot force you to. I am sure you are aware that I do not love you." Sigyn bristled at his brashness.
"This is our life now, Loki," Sigyn cocked her head as she spoke. "Our personal relationship is within our jurisdiction. Will we hate or tolerate one another?"
"I would rather not have my wife hate me," he laughed darkly.
"Alright then," Sigyn pulled the pins from her hair, freeing her wavy locks. She placed them on a nearby table before seating herself beside Loki. She knew she would lose her virginity, and she could no longer suffer in anxiety. Emboldened, she grabbed Loki's hand. Loki started at the sudden contact.
"I know what is going to happen tonight," she muttered, "If you are going to take me, then do so now." Loki's jaw slacked as she spoke. When she finished speaking, he pulled her into an open-mouthed kiss. His tongue shamelessly met with hers, engaging in a fiery dance. He gripped her waist, squeezing her flesh. To her surprise, Sigyn did not object to his actions. She savored the taste of his lips, his tongue, and then his skin as she kissed along his jawbone. Loki began removing his armor, the heavy metal clattering to the floor. Sigyn followed suit, removing her gown as swiftly as possible. Soon they were almost completely nude. Loki hoisted Sigyn in his arms, and laid her in the middle of the plush bed.
"Are you ready, Sigyn?" Loki's eyes bored into hers.