Prompt: Loki and Sigyn on a date
Characters: Loki/Sigyn
I do not own anything. If I did, Loki would be the main character.
Everything went according to plan on their date. He was happy Sigyn was a lady with simple tastes. He heard of Fandral's and Thor's dates that turned into a complicated mess. Not his Sigyn, of course.
They enjoyed a long walk in the gardens, eating supper by the lake and now he was watching his beloved, gulp wine by the bottle. He didn't take her much for a drinker. It was the stereotype that the Vanir couldn't hold their liquor, but they were working on the second bottle by now.
"Elven wine is stunning isn't it?" She said, passing the bottle to him. He took another small sip before placing it to his other side. Sigyn lied in the grass. Her fingers ran down the blades of grass and her cheek pressed down into the ground. Loki stroked her hair and tucked a few strands behind her ear. He was feeling a bit buzzed by now, but he had no desire to be extremely drunk. He didn't see the appeal in the lack of control, blacking out, losing one's ability to walk and eventually vomiting and waking up with a pounding headache.
Sigyn looked up at him and smiled. "I had fun." She said. Her words were starting to slur a little. "Did you have fun?"
"I did." He said. "But I cannot return you back to your home in this state."
"Why not?" she squinted.
"Look at you. You can barely stand up." Sigyn frowned and pushed herself up to her knees.
"I can so!" She said, pushing herself up onto her feet. She walked a few steps before slipping and falling to her knees. She laughed and cursed in pain. "Ow. My knee. Er, help!"
Loki laughed, grabbed the wine bottle and made his way toward her. He positioned her to lay her head on his shoulder and wrapped an arm around her to keep her upright. She yawned and rolled her head on his shoulder. "I want to kiss you."
Loki's eyes widened for a moment. They had known each other since they were young and they only kissed once before when they were children as childlike experimentation. They were too young to appreciate and enjoy it. Afterward they wiped their mouths and tried to forget about it.
"You're drunk, " He began. "It wouldn't be fair. They'll say I got you drunk purposefully to take advantage of you."
"I am a grown woman, I can make my own decisions on how I want to kiss." She said. She pushed him to the ground and clumsily straddled his hips. In the confines of his own room he had long dreamed of this moment in the confines of his bedroom. His hands were placed on her hips and her hands were pushing on his shoulders. She leaned forward.
He caught a whiff of her perfume and the shampoo and oils from her hair. She touched his cheek and pressed her lips to his. The taste of wine was on the tip of her soft lips. Her tongue pushed passed his lips. He wasn't sure how long they were kissing before she parted from him. Her eyes were closed and she was smiling. Sigyn tucked her head on his shoulders and then her body grew limp. He shook her until he heard her breathing even and she began to snore.
"Lady Sigyn," he said, stroking her hair. "You're going to be my favorite person in all of Asgard."