The afternoon went by so quickly I couldn't even rest. I was just sitting on the sofa at the end of the enormous bed, which truly suited a king, but not me. I felt alone and lost in it, it was cold and the sheets were too rough, my head could not bear the pillows, but I tried. I tried to do as he wished me.
I was thinking about my sisters, I tried to imagine them going back home to the woods where no man can find them, being safe in the shadows of the forest. I was not sure if he would keep his word, but I hoped the best I could.
The torchlight was brightening and the air cooled down as the sun went down on the west when he finally arrived. I stood up as he stepped into the room to greet him, but I was not sure how to do it properly so I just bent over a bit and said "Good evening, my Lord."
"Good evening… nymph" he stopped looking at me a bit surprised. "I do not even know how to call you yet, my, would you be that kind to tell me your name?"
"You do not need to know that. I am just a servant, it is not important for you to know, is it?" I asked denying. I didn't want him to have my name. I didn't want him to have anything from me, to have power over me.
"Sure it is!" he smiled at me somehow warningly. "Don't you fear to tell me your name, love? That's sweet, but you do not have a reason, I have no intention to tell anyone you are here, that you are mine now." he came closer looking friendly, but I felt I better not resist him too long, so I stepped back and sat down again on the sofa.
"It's Sigyn." I whispered. "My name is Sigyn."
"Sigyn…"
"Yes, milord."
"Such a unique name for a delicate beauty like you."
"Thank you."
"Not at all." he smiled at me pulling his helmet off his head. He was in a better mood as I noticed it, he didn't seem to be as frightening as he was before. "Have you rested a bit, darling?" he asked me.
"I could not sleep in your bed." I replied quietly.
"Why?" he looked up in surprise.
"I felt lonely and the bed sheets... they are rough and the pillows were too hard for me. I tried." I explained. He came closer reaching out to touch my arms to show his sympathy, but he stopped halfway realizing what he was doing.
"May I help you with this?" he asked moving his right hand over the bed changing the bedding. "Feel it." he looked down to me, watching my face searching for the signs of my satisfaction.
"It is much better, thank you." I stroked the sheets a bit. It was much softer than it was before.
"Then tell me, who is your king?" he whispered looking at me so curious like a child. I felt like something special, like some exotic animal in a cage, he watched every move of me admiringly; his visage became clear as he lost in my bewitching beauty letting me see into the deepness of his soul for a minute.
"You are." I sighed obediently looking right in his blue eyes.
"Tell me." he raised his voice a bit, leaning closer, grabbing the handrail of the sofa keeping him from touching me accidentally, forcing him to behave.
"You are my king, Loki." I said.
"And you are my precious little one, Sigyn." he breathed to my hair almost gently. Then he straightened up and walked to the window, pulling the curtains in. "Undress for me." he commanded.
For a second I couldn't breathe.
"But I have never..." I started, but he cut me off.
"I do not want to hear a sound only your clothes falling to the floor. Shall I help you with that or you can do it yourself?" he said senselessly, laying his leather coat on the sofa next to me, giving me that look again that calm, but deep down warning glance.
"I can." I answered quietly.
"I hoped so."
I stood up shaking from his eyes on me while I took off my gloves, and then loosened the clasps of my armor which slowly transformed into a necklace sliding up on my chest to curve around my neck. He watched me calmly standing next to me just in an arm-length distance as I pulled off the shoulders of my dress letting it simply fall to my feet. I stepped out of it and bent over, to pick it up when our eyes met. He looked hungry like a lonely wolf and it really scared me. What if he can't take it, if he couldn't resist his desire to touch me, to take me without thinking?
I straightened up, trying to hide at least my chest and lap.
"Look at you, how beautiful you are now, so obedient, so fragile, so naked before me. You are everything I need after all the misery I've gone through to get here. You are to be my reward for my suffering, my; giving me everything I ever wanted."
"Making me suffer won't ease your pain" I replied slightly scornfully and he laughed.
"You are so naïve, dear, to think it doesn't please me enough to see others suffer, but in one thing you are right: I don't want you to suffer. I just want you to be mine in every single way you can be owned, break you into a million pieces and build you up again, I want to show you what is that really pleases me, you will know and savor every inch of my body just like I would do yours at the end." he got my dress out of my hands lifting it up to his face feeling the warmth of my body on it, tasting my scent, my touch while speaking, looking in my eyes with so much lust and cruelty, so deeply I could barely stand it. I felt my skin tighten as he spoke to me, becoming much sensitive, I felt his husky, demanding voice all over myself. And I loved it, I really did.
"Now let me enjoy the sight of you tonight, my, lay here with me in my bed" he tossed the dress away, lying down on the bed, watching me looking after my clothes. "I will dress you in the most dazzling clothes you can imagine if you let me, love, now come here" he invited me into the bed again. I hesitantly obeyed him sitting down next to him.
"Can we sleep with fur instead of this bedding?" I asked shyly after a minute, wishing him to say yes.
"Aren't these soft enough for your skin?" he asked a bit annoyed. He seemed to be tired for a second; he really just wanted to lay with me for the night.
"They are… but I used to sleep in a bed with different kind of furs, caressing my skin like the breath of the warmest sunshine." I smiled remembering the feeling of those nights. "It is a very small thing from me to ask for, isn't it, my Lord? For a powerful magician like you it cost only a blink to comfort me is it not?" I flattered him.
"But yes, dear" he smiled at me knowing I was using his ego to get what I want and I knew he likes it. Soon the bed was covered with different pieces of furs colorful and tender as they used to be.
"Thank you, my king." I rewarded him with a smile lying down next to him covering my body with the pelts. "You may have the sweetest dreams at night for your kindness."
"I already have the sweetest dream with me." He turned his face towards me. "I have you. Finally."