A/N: This piece is just a bunch of short oneshots that deal with Loki, Sigyn, Thor, and cast. They take place at various times, and in some cases far into the future or far into the past. These are stories that I can't see including in the larger piece I'm writing right now. Please enjoy them for what they are.

Copyright: Mighty Thor characters belong to Marvel Comics.

Sigyn rested her head on the pillow beside her husband. Settling in next to Loki had become a bit of a challenge recently. In the past six months of marriage he'd fallen to sleep well after her, claiming to be working on matters of importance, though not letting her know. Now that he'd finished setting up some sort of deal, she didn't ask what, he'd taken to going to bed a bit before her. The problem was, his hair, the long black waterfall of a tress that hung to the middle of his back when out of its normal tail, would spread out all over the pillows as he shifted to find a comfortable position. This meant some of his hair would fall on her side, and get all over her face, arms, and in some cases it would tickle her nose.

Sigyn got up and went over to a chair near a window in their room and looked at him in the moonlight. Sleeping like this he looked like an innocent boy, the opposite of his true trickster personality. She crossed her legs looking at the ebony hair and pondered why it was that he had let it grow so long.

When she had first seen Loki as a boy, she had been eight and he was ten, and his hair had been short, a bit wild, but still a manageable mane, while his brother Thor's was in a short bob, the blond boy clearly trying to grow his hair out early to look like his father. They had not spoken then, and the next time she met him she was twelve and he was fifteen. His hair was about the same as it had been, a bit longer in the back, but nothing that would really catch anyone's eyes.

It was, however, when she saw him a year later that his hair had taken on a different shape. His black hair was now just above his shoulders and he smirked at her leaning back on a pillar when she was wandering the halls. Sigyn had glanced up and quirked her head at him.

"Prince Loki?" she inquired as he bowed to her, smirk still on his face.

"Lady Sigyn, It's been a while."

"Aye, it has," she said and then reached up to touch his hair which made him quirk an eyebrow. "Why is your hair growing out?"

"Ah, well, it was due to a request from my mother," he told her and moved her hand aside. "Does it not suit me?"

"I suppose," she said kindly and thought, if you wanted to look like all the other warriors in Asgard.

Sigyn smiled some at her sleeping husband as he shifted and murmured to herself, "Then there was that time when I was sixteen."

She'd come months before his wedding to Angabroda and found him out on the archery field firing off projectile magic at a target. His hair now hung past his shoulders and he had it tied up. The air was cold and he was wrapped up in a cloak so she couldn't see his form and had thought he was someone else.

"What ho Lady Sif," Sigyn had called and Loki's aim slipped as it hit the ground exploding dirt every which way. He turned angrily at her, then blinked seeing Sigyn standing there, she opened her mouth to say something but then laughed, "My Prince, I…I'm sorry I thought you were a women."

"Yes well, I didn't intend it to grow this long, but I was asked to by my betrothed," he pushed it off his shoulder and crossed his arms as she reached up and played with it some which irritated him. "Stop that!"

"Why? You played with my hair to annoy me," she said pointedly and he smirked at her.

"Yes, but that's because I'm a Prince and have powers, you're still in training and according to my Mother a young woman shouldn't be touching the hair of a man that is to be wed."

"You made that up," Sigyn pointed out and Loki admired her with a smug smile.

"Perhaps," he glanced up to see the Frost Giantess standing in the distance and the smile slipped off his face, "It seems I must go, for now Lady Sigyn."

She curtsied to him and he leaned over to whisper in her ear, then stood to go. Sigyn watched him and called to his retreating form, "It looks good on you Prince Loki."

Sigyn took a breath and looked down at her arm where he'd left a mark from back then. She traced it and went over to Loki who was still sleeping. Reaching out Sigyn gently touched his face and Loki instinctively nuzzled to her hand. She thought then of when she saw him after his return from Jotunheim, changed, full of anger and hate. His hair was to his waist and half the time he left it down or pulled up.

"You let it grow this long?" she had asked him at the time and he had shifted.

"I didn't really have a choice in the matter." He would say no more of it to her at that time. She still didn't know all the details, but there were times he still woke in a sweat, with his hand glowing as if ready to attack something or someone. It was at that Sigyn's mind wandered to the first time he actually let her brush it for him. He'd been injured helping Thor with a fight with a Troll that had been causing issues around the local regions.

"Damn," Loki threw the bush down hard against the floor as he sat on the edge of his chair, his arms and part of his chest bandaged. "This is ridiculous! It should not take this long to heal."

"You were spattered with fire acid, Loki," She had told him picking up the brush and he growled.

"But it should not take THIS LONG!" He tried to stand and cursed again sitting down. He'd been tense since returning and taking care of himself had been harder due to the injuries, "This is my damn idiot brother's fault. If he had just let me use the spell I intended to, it would have been over faster."

"Yes, but you would have torn up the village in the process," she pointed out and Loki glared at her.

"And they could have rebuilt it."

"After several years," she said and pulled up a chair beside him.

"Feh, you're as soft hearted as he is at times," Loki stated and sighed annoyed. Sigyn reached out and ran her fingers over his shoulder, he pulled away and she looked at the brush in her hands. Reaching out for his hair she picked some up gently and started to brush it. This startled him and he turned to look at her, trying to pull away from her and winced when he twisted. "What are you doing woman?"

"Brushing your hair is all," Sigyn had told him and Loki gave her a slight dubious look. He eyed the brush and then the expression on her face. Relenting he exhaled loudly.

"Very well, if you must, just don't pull, I already am in enough pain."

"As you wish husband," Sigyn said and gently started to brush his hair. It took a long while but Loki soon relaxed, eventually closing his eyes and resting as she finished. When she had been done, Sigyn had covered him up and left him to sleep on the chair until he woke and tossed her the brush while she was in her study again.

"My lord," Sigyn recalled when she caught it and he motioned for her to follow. "What is it that you want?"

"You're to brush my hair again," he told her directly and Sigyn had quirked an eyebrow.

"You enjoyed it didn't you."

"I…it doesn't matter, I request that you do so," Loki told her and sat down again on his chair. "Well?"

Sigyn smiled some and sat beside him, "If my husband asks, I shall comply."

She chuckled as she brushed some hair from his face, and kissed the top of his head. Loki murmured and turned over in the bed. Watching him for several seconds Sigyn clucked her tongue, walked over to her vanity and pulled a few clips from a drawer. Turning back to the bed she sat down and gently lifted her husband up from the bed, sitting behind him, Sigyn gently bunched his long hair into her hand and carefully pulled it into a tail. Loki opened his eyes a tad muttering, "Sigyn, what are you doing?"

"Nothing, just go to sleep, love."

He gave a weak nod before closing his eyes again. Working fast Sigyn flipped the hair under and pinned it quickly, leaving a few strands hanging and laying him down. Smiling she climbed back into bed and fell to sleep. In the morning, after she had woken and gone down to eat, Sigyn heard a loud shout and then the pounding of her husband's feet as he tore down the hall. The door to the dining hall banged opened and Loki screamed, "SIGYN!"

"Yes dear?" she said turning from the fire place, Sigyn took one look at her husband and laughed. His normally calm hair was standing up in the front in all sorts of angles and the flipped tail she had pinned gave him a upside down cow lick. Loki scowled pointing at his hair.

"What is this? What did you do to it?"

"Pinned it dear," she said coming over to him and reaching behind his head to take it down. Loki frowned.

"Is this your idea of a joke?"

"No it was a way to keep your hair out of my face at night," she said and went over to the fire place and picked up the brush. Sigyn sat down in her normal chair and Loki pouted. "Aren't you going to sit?"

He seemed to think a bit and then reluctantly walked over. Sitting down he crossed his legs and she started to brush, slowly his temper subsided and she smiled as his shoulders went down. "Feeling better?"

Loki nodded slowly and picked up a bit of his hair, "I think I should cut it."

"Don't you dare," she poked at his shoulder and Loki gave her a queer look.

"And why not," he asked and Sigyn ran her hands through his hair.

"Because this hair holds a lot of memories for me," she said softly and Sigyn looked at him, "Of us. How we met, how we've grown and changed, and a part of me thinks, if you cut it, then that growth will be gone."

Loki turned from her and she knew he was trying to hide a slight blush, it covered his neck. "Then I think I won't cut it, besides it will take too long to get rid of, and years to re grow."

She smirked some and kissed his cheek. "I heartily agree my husband."