The two of them were walking back to their rooms after their wedding celebration had ended when a nervous excitement crept over Sigyn at the thought of their destination. She had never seen Loki's rooms before, and they were something that had been intriguing her for some time. She knew Loki, and she knew his love for things out of the norm; their courting had been enough to prove that. So what would Loki's rooms look like?

They came to the end of a long hall and stopped before an unassuming door. Sigyn looked up at Loki, waiting for him to make the next move; these were his rooms initially after all. Loki just grinned as he lifted her into his arms.

A little startled, Sigyn said nothing at the gesture. It was tradition, or so she had been told, for a husband to carry his new bride 'over the threshold', as it were. It was bad luck not to. So she gave no complaint as Loki pushed the door open with his back and carried her inside.

He set her down in the main room beyond the doorway and moved away slightly to shut the door behind them, leaving her to look around the huge room. Sigyn blinked as her eyes travelled about her surroundings, where she saw a large room, with a few doors leading off of it in different directions.

A number of candles and the firelight stemming from a huge fireplace that took over one of the tall walls lit the room. In front of that fireplace was a large table, covered with platters of food of every sort- a sight that Sigyn couldn't help but find almost a little ridiculous. It wasn't like they were hungry; they'd eaten enough at the feast following their wedding. Ah well, it will keep until morning, she thought, dismissing it.

Just off of that table was a semi-circle of large and comfortable-looking sofas and two high-backed chairs, all of which were upholstered in a dark green and black material. Sigyn sighed as she took in the biggest of the rooms that had now become partly hers.

"This is where you live?" Sigyn eventually asked, her voice coloured with wonder.

"This is where we live," he corrected.

"It's... really, really nice."

"I should hope so... I should inform you that that table's not usually there, but my mother thought it appropriate to provide us with a feast... to be had after the fast we just had," he added with a small smirk.

So that's why there's so much food, she thought.

"That explains it then," she smiled.

Sigyn felt as his hand lift to twist a finger into one of her long curls. She smiled slightly, biting her lip as she did. She turned her head, grinning and stepping away from him. Loki stared as she walked backwards and further into the room, keeping her eyes, and her grin, set on him. Her fingers trailed across the soft material of one of the chairs she passed as she found her way to the table.

Sigyn pushed herself up onto the top of the table, to sit in a space empty of food. Loki thought it almost adorably comic to watch her as she got comfortable; her feet didn't even reach the floor. Slowly, he walked over to her, only stopping when he stood directly in front of her; when her feet were nudging against his shins.

She smiled at him before looking at the platters of food either side of her and her eyes settled on one filled with fruit. With on hand, Sigyn picked a grape and slowly brought it to her lips, eventually eating it with that same lingering and deliberate slowness. Loki blinked, somewhat surprised at the obvious suggestion in the gesture; but he recovered himself quickly. He gave her a strange look while letting out a small whistle of air.

"Are you deliberately trying to be provocative?"

She gave him a look of mock offence, dropping her hands to grip the edge of the table as she replied, "Me? Try to be provocative? What do you take me for?"

Smirking, he answered, "Well, most importantly, my wife."

She grinned at him.

"Oh, your wife? I must admit, that does have a nice ring to it."

"Doesn't it just, love?"

Sigyn blinked, a little startled at the name he'd used.

"Love?"

He stared uncomprehendingly for a second, waiting for her to explain. And she was quick to do it.

"That's the first time you've called me that," she said.

"Wife; love... it must be your lucky day."

She looked at him seriously, tilting her head to the side as she answered him.

"It is my lucky day; we just got married, remember?"

He smiled as he replied, "Ah yes, I do recall something of the sort..."

"Loki," she reprimanded him, rolling her eyes.

But after a while, she asked, "So why not just 'little Sigyn' anymore?"

"Because I love you," he said, as if the answer was simple and obvious.

She didn't have time to fully comprehend those words before Loki took one of her hands and kissed it.

"My love."

He lifted her other hand and kissed it too.

"My wife."

He leaned in to her and kissed her lips, his hands shifting to rest on her upper arms, almost as if to hold her in place.

"Mine," he finished after pulling back ever so slightly.

"Always," Sigyn smiled.

His hands slid to her waist, circling her small body, as hers came up to rest on his chest. She soon met him in another kiss, one that took her breath away. Literally. She smiled into his lips, her fingers curling into the folds of his shirt as he pulled her close to him.

Her arms wound around his neck just as he chose to lift her up, spinning her around and away from the table. He held her there for some time, his grip on her waist the only real thing keeping her up. Eventually, they both leaned back to stare at each other for a moment, their breathing heavy.

"I think we should take this elsewhere, don't you, love?"

Sigyn blinked, looking at Loki quizzically. Almost ignoring whatever he'd just said, she chose to focus on a change that she'd only just noticed instead. The armour that he'd worn at their wedding had now vanished to be replaced by a simple shirt and trousers that she had seen him wear on only a few occasions.

"When did you change?"

He raised a brow at her question. That had been far from the response that he'd been expecting, or hoping for, even.

"That's what you took from that?" he asked, staring at her carefully.

She blushed and looked down quickly.

"I... That's not what I meant by that. I- I just, got a bit confused when I realised-"

"I know," he smirked. "Now, shall we?"

She smiled at him nervously and whispered, "If you say so."

"Anxious, love?"

"Maybe," she answered, biting the corner of her lip.

Loki let her slip down from his grip, until her toes touched the floor. His hands remained fixed on her waist though.

"Lying to the God of Lies again; I thought you would have known better by now."

"Technically I wasn't lying-"

"But you are nervous."

She smiled awkwardly at him before answering, "Nervous... but happy too."

He stared, waiting for her to explain herself.

"It's you, Loki; if it were any other then I might be uneasy, but it's not. It's you."

"And what do you mean by that?"

"I love you... I married you-" she started, emphasising 'married' as if it had formerly been an impossibility. "You know, I never thought that I could marry. I didn't understand what the point of it was or the reason for it until I met you. And you... well, you got me here, didn't you?"

She tilted her head as she looked at him .

"So why shouldn't I trust my husband in this?" she finished, testing out that title.

Momentarily stunned, Loki said nothing for a long while following that speech. Then he grinned; he couldn't have stopped himself if he'd tried. That was quite something to hear admitted, he thought, particularly by the woman who had once doubted him and had just sworn to spend her life with him.

"Trust indeed, my love," he said softly, before kissing her once more.