Sigyn leaned back into the soft mattress as Loki went about removing the rest of her clothing. Her eyes roved over his lean frame, marveling at the muscles of his chest. It was then that she realized her new husband was not unattractive—far from it, in fact. His appearance was unique and alluring. She ran her hands over the small patch of black hair on his chest, sliding lower and lower until they were greeted by the coarse hairs of his lower abdomen. She felt exhilarated touching a man in this way. Loki hovered over her naked form, kissing and nipping at her neck. His hands groped her breasts, massaging them in a rather pleasing manner. He seemed skilled in this particular department. Sigyn gasped as he moved his mouth towards her breast, his warm breath creating heat in other parts of her body.

Sigyn glanced down to note that Loki had not removed his undergarments. Her eyes widened as she caught sight of the large bulge there. Loki smiled and placed a messy kiss on her neck before removing that last garment. His manhood stood proud and firm, and appeared far too big for the task at hand. Sigyn gawked at his foreign anatomy, anxiety building up in her stomach. Loki noticed her concern.

"I'll be gentle," his lips grazed her ear as he spoke. He centered himself between her legs, pulling her thighs up against his side. He paused, waiting for permission to proceed. Sigyn nodded her approval, and not a moment later he entered her. She cried out in pain. Loki slowly slid himself deeper, allowing Sigyn's body to adapt to the intrusion. Sigyn clenched her legs around his waist and clawed at the sheets. Loki grabbed Sigyn's arms and placed them over his shoulders.

"You might want something to hold on to," he warned, before pulling out slowly. Sigyn dug her nails into his pale skin, whimpering. He pushed himself in again, and began to build up a rhythm. With each thrust, Sigyn felt the pain dissolve into pleasure. A throaty moan escaped her, causing Loki to grin devilishly.

"Does that feel good, love?" he licked his lips wickedly. Sigyn groaned her assent. He picked up the pace, their sweat mingling. "Do you want me to stop?" he teased. Sigyn vigorously shook her head in disapproval. The pace increased once more, eliciting loud squeaks and creaks from the bed beneath. A bizarre and exquisite feeling began to build up in Sigyn, intensifying with each movement. Before long she was crying out her husband's name, waves of ecstasy rolling over her in a way she had never felt before. Loki kept pumping until he spilled his seed into her with a loud grunt. He collapsed on top of her, burying his face in her bedraggled hair. The two lied there, panting, for what seemed like an eternity, before Loki removed himself from Sigyn's body. He fell to her side, exhausted.

Once they both regained their breath, silence fell over the room. Loki crawled underneath the sheets and faced away from Sigyn. His bride soon joined him there, scooting close and wrapping her arm over his side. Loki tensed, and shot a quizzical glance over his shoulder.

"What are you doing?" he inquired, his tone cold. Sigyn recoiled and moved to the far end of the bed, tears silently spilling from her eyes as sleep overcame her.