*Author's Note* this is my first story so bare with me also Loki and Sigyn aren't married in this story.
Loki was sitting on the throne where Odin once sat. They were murmurs amongst the guards about what really happened in the weapons vault but those guards were quickly gone almost as soon as they uttered those suspicions. Loki wanted to make it clear to everyone in the palace that he was King now and he meant to keep it that way.
Even though he was King there was still one thing, rather someone, that he still wanted but managed slip through his fingers.
" Sigyn", he didn't mean to say it out loud.
He remembered the Vanir Princess when they were children. She was the only girl who couldn't get out of his mind. He found it annoying at first, so he did what normal little boys would do to girls whom they fancied but didn't admit it. He would push her down, pull her hair. He furrowed his brow, he remembered he took her favorite doll one day and Sif punched him the face to get it back. That of course was the same day he cut off Sif's hair.
For a long time he didn't see Sigyn so he simply put her in the back of his mind. But one day while he and Thor were training in one of the gardens, out of the corner of his eye he saw Sif, with a smaller companion. Of course at that moment Thor was able to knock him off his feet. Sif and the younger girl cheered the older brother. Sif immediately going to Thor's side while the younger girl it seemed was coming towards him. Loki then realized it was her. It was Sigyn. She hadn't grown much taller, but her once frizzy curly brown hair was now a long, straight, silky, brown mane down her back. She stood above him with a kind face and offered her hand.
"I can't say that I'm not pleased to see you on the ground for once your highness," she said with a shy smile on her lips.
If it were anyone else he would have refused the helping hand. But he took it with a smirk on his face. Once he stood he realized she couldn't be more that 5'5 which is considered short in Asgard.
"Someone so small shouldn't be talking so big," he said releasing her hand and bowing to her. As he waved goodbye to his brother the familiar itching in his brain was back. He looked back at her and saw how the soft linen of her gown fit so perfectly on her tiny frame. Her face though mature looked younger than the rest of her curvy figure. Her presence screamed innocent and untouched. This lust he was feeling for her was strange because he mainly went after women who knew their way in the bedroom. It was in that moment he knew he had to have her.
"You won't be innocent for long little one," he whispered to himself with a cruel smile on his face.