"Tell me you love me."

"I love you."

Loki smiled seductively at his new bride. Sigyn looked only sixteen (by Midgardian standards), but she had been alive for decades. Still, she was much younger than Loki, who had been born two centuries previously.

But that didn't stop this lithe blonde girl from falling for him - hard. The moment the two had seen each other in Asgard, they were inseparable. Freya, Sigyn's mother, was dismayed to learn that her youngest daughter had falled in love with the God of Mischief, but had learned to accept it.

Loki could only imagine how worried his mother-in-law (not that she knew that they were already married) was. Word had certainly reached the All-Father of Sigyn's travel to Midgard in an attempt to locate her husband, and Loki knew what consequences Sigyn's actions would mean.

Banishment, at the very least.

"They can banish me to the coldest regions of the cosmos and I still wouldn't care," Sigyn had whispered in his ear. "As long as you're with me, I can face the All-Father without fear."

How he loved her.

Loki loved the very feel of her smooth skin beneath his hands, how her body molded perfectly to fit his. He loved how she whispered his name; whispers that were full of longing, love, and lust.

Even now, as they slipped into the museum where Loki's main target was, it took every ounce of control he had not to make love to her. What made it even more difficult was the dress that Sigyn wore: a Midgardian creation of light green silk that clung to her body like a slippery second skin. Her fair hair fell in tousled waves, making it seem as if she had simply rolled out of bed after hours of passionate lovemaking.

"Do what you have to do, Loki," Sigyn purred, giving his earlobe a soft nibble.

It sent waves of pleasure down his body, and he chuckled softly and turned his head towards her. "And it does not bother you one bit to know that I am about to...manhandle a Midgardian?"

"No." Sigyn smiled. "I would do it myself, but I have a reputation to uphold."

"Oh? And what reputation would that be? As a naughty goddess of Asgard?" Loki gave in a little to his desires and pulled her closer to him, covering her mouth with his.

Sigyn curled her finger around a lock of his hair, while her other hand slipped inside his coat and clung to his shirt.

"Only you have seen that side of me, my love," Sigyn answered, smiling coyly. "Now go. The good doctor is waiting."

Loki pulled away from her with great effort and walked down the stairs. He could hear her following him and he twirled his sceptre (which he had made to look like a gold walking stick) as he reached one of the Midgardian guards. Before the guard could react, he slammed the sceptre against the side of the guard's head, sending him sprawling on the floor.

The other Midgardians had seen this little display, and a few females screamed and rushed for the exits. In the midst of the chaos, Sigyn slipped through the crowd and laid a restraining hand on the shoulder of her husband's target.

"I wouldn't run if I were you," Sigyn said, and she saw that the man's eyes were full of fear.

"What are you going to do?" the man asked in his native tongue.

Sigyn just kept on smiling. Her Asgardian strength prevented the man from running, and soon Loki was upon them both. He seized the man by his collar and flipped him easily onto a concrete slab. With one hand he extracted a silver tool, and with a jerk of his wrist sent the device whirring. Loki looked at Sigyn briefly to see her watch him with a mildly amused look on her face.

With a sinister smile, he plunged the device deep into the doctor's right eye, which further sent the crowd into a panicked frenzy. Once Loki had received a complete scan of the man's eye, he withdrew the device and handed it to Sigyn, who used her magic to conceal it. Together they made their way outside, changing back to their Asgardian clothes as they walked.

"Stay here," Loki told her, and Sigyn stopped just before the huge doors. She watched as her husband commanded the Midgardians to kneel before him.

Sigyn ran her hand down her flat belly, smiling as she felt her child – Loki's child – continue to grow inside of her. The knowledge that she was carrying the child of a Frost Giant did not faze her one bit; rather, it made her feel closer to her husband than she ever imagined.

Now the question that remained was: how to tell him.