A tale as old as time...
~One stormy night, Loki tells Sigyn of a tale as old as time...
Thunder could be heard outside. It rained hard on Asgard that night.
"Looks like someone's not having such a good mood"
"He probably just lost another game of arm wrestling to Sif, again." Loki smirked.
"No, I think he said something about losing his hammer awhile ago" Sigyn looked at Loki suspiciously. He raised his eyebrows in curiosity and amusement.
"What, and I had nothing to do with it this time?" He chuckled. "I never thought I'd see the day."
Sigyn sighed and closed her eyes.
"Loki, this is serious. You know how powerful that thing is-"
"Don't worry. I'll go and help him find it. TOMORROW. Right now, I feel the need to read my books."
She gave up. You can't make Loki do anything he doesn't feel like doing. And you can never tell if he's lying about something. Maybe he took it, maybe he didn't, it doesn't matter so long as it all works out in the end. It always does, she thought.
...5 minutes later...
"Want to drink?"
"What is it?" Loki looked at the brown liquid with curious eyes.
"It's called 'hot chocolate', Midgardians drink these things during times like this." She explained.
...3 minutes later...
Sigyn groaned.
"I'm bored"
Loki laughed.
"Bored huh? Want me to tell you about the time when Sif's hair turned black?"
"You mean, when YOU turned it black?"
"Ok, what about the story of how I got my father's beloved horse?"
She rolled her eyes at him. Then it hit her (not literally)
"Do you remember that fairytale from Midgard?"
"You mean...Beauty and the Beast? What about it?"
"Can you tell me the story?"
Loki thought for awhile...then he gave her a smile.
"Only if you give me a kiss"
Sigyn pecked her husband's scarred lips.
"There."
Loki sighed.
"I meant, something like this"
He grabbed Sigyn's wrist, pulled her to him and kissed her tender lips, passionately. After that, he sat her on his lap.
"Once upon a time..."