"Gin."
No response.
"Gin."
Nothing.
"Ginny."
Sigyn rolled her eyes but didn't look up from her laundry as the aristocratic stranger continued to goad her. He was sprawled out under an apple tree, the wide grin plastered to his features.
"Ginny. Ginny. Ginny. Sigyn. Gin. Ginny."
Her hands tightened their grip on the tunic she was rinsing out, but she didn't look up as 'Loki' began tossing pieces of apple at her.
"Sigyn. Sigyn. Ginny." Gabriel grinned widely as he noticed the amused smile twitching at the corner of her mouth. "Gin."
Hiding his identity had been easier than expected- the young prophet's father practically threw her at him when the stranger expressed interest. It was almost too easy...and maybe a little sad that he was being ignored by a common human.
Gabriel frowned. Okay, maybe not a common human, but a human none the less.
He cut another sliver out of the apple and aimed for her head. This time it bounced off her shoulder and into the water she was wadding in. With a dramatic sigh, the woman turned to look at him.
Her bright eyes glanced over his face, "Yes, Master Loki?"
"First off, cut it with the Master thing," He bristled uncomfortably. "Second, I'm bored."
"I'm sure there are plenty of young maidens willing and eager to hold your attentions in town, my lord." Sigyn replied casually, as though he hadn't been following her around since he had wandered into Pompeii. She tossed the damp tunic over her shoulder and stepped out of the river.
"I don't want any other maidens," Gabriel smirked at her faint blush, "I want you. Now," He leaned back against the tree and waved his hand. "Amuse me, peasant girl."
The prophet glared at him. Her eyes flickered over the orchard, before landing on a rotting apple near her foot. With a smirk she picked it up. Twirling it in her hands, she asked, "Why are you so insistent on pestering me?"
"Why are you so insistent that you don't love me?" Gabriel shot back with a smirk. He put his hands behind his head.
Sigyn blinked at him. For a long moment, she just stared at the strange man. He was attractive, if not in a rather unique way. Rich, if the rumors were true. And rather annoying. With his flattery and irritatingly constant attention.
Gabriel winced as the apple hit him square in the face. His eyes shot open and he wiped away the rank juice from his cheeks. Bewildered, he looked to the blonde.
Back straight and head high, she told him, "If you're so bored, why don't you make yourself useful and help me with the laundry?"
"That's women's work."
"Then go in to town and do something masculine." Sigyn shot back. A smirk rose on her lips; if that didn't get rid of him, nothing would.
It fell when 'Loki' beamed at her. "Alright...show me how."
"Really? You wouldn't rather be in town? With the men? Or hunting?" The prophet asked weakly, gripping the tunic on her shoulder.
"I only wanna be with you, babe." Gabriel stood, smile warming his features.
Sigyn tilted her head in confusing. "I am not an infant."
"Term of endearment," The archangel clarified. "Now...the sooner we do this, the sooner we can go into town- together, right?"
She blushed, the colour fierce on her olive skin. "Very well"
Author's note: You should know I've already gotten a flame over this story. If you didn't like it, and had something constructive to say, I welcome it. If you are going to flame me, look me up on tumblr for my response. Also, if you would like to see more of this couple, say so. I might make a few more oneshots on them.
