Just for those happy moments, it seemed nothing had changed. But as the sun rose the following day, Loki felt darkness slowly ebbing its way forward from the recesses of his mind. He awoke and felt warm, something heavy against his chest, and his arms were wrapped around the frame of… of… "Sigyn?" He asked, sounding more astonished than he would have liked.
"Hmm?" The goddess replied quietly. She didn't open her eyes, rather turned around in her place and pressed her forehead against Loki's chest. He looked down at her, analytically, wondering how he had gotten into her bed when the last thing he remembered was crawling into his. A sudden panic washed over him and he sprung out of bed and onto the floor. Sigyn popped up, hair a mess, brows furrowed.
"Loki, what are you doing?" She asked flatly.
"Did we…" Loki breathed.
"No, of course not. You lumbered in here far too late for me to remember, and simply fell asleep. You were quite beside yourself, I think." She rolled back over and Loki listened to her rather crabby voice from his spot on the floor. So Sigyn was not a 'morning person'.
"Ah. I'm sorry about that…" He said haltingly. He stood, flexing his tired muscles and sitting back down on the bedside. By then he had noticed his wrap tunic had somehow twisted off in the night, and he looked over so see Sigyn using it as a blanket. He thought it best not to take it from her. He did remember the feeling of her hand against his face as she slapped him, and he inferred from her grouchy tone that taking her new blanket away might not be the best idea at this early hour. Instead, he used the opportunity to examine the bruises he sustained from being smashed, for lack of a better term, by the Midgardian Bruce Banner in his 'Hulk' state. His injuries at first had been much worse, and although many had already healed, he still found blue and green patches across his ribs and shoulders, and a few on his lower abdomen. He winced as one of them throbbed. Damn creature, he thought. He turned around to see Sigyn, and thought the same.
Even when sober, he could not deny her absolute beauty. He was quite taken with this woman, but also exceedingly frustrated. Odin had bested him yet again by wedding him to perhaps the most fearless woman in all of Asgard. She had already hit him, was cross with him, treated him like a child… she had also called him a god, kissed him without hesitation, and slept in his arms. More compassion than any other creature had ever shown him, and for that, he felt a twinge of remorse. He had only been difficult to her, reluctant, and absolutely rude. But, it was his nature. Or at least he told himself that as he strode over to her bed, plucked up his tunic, and said with a level of sass he knew he'd pay for later, "Woman, I need my shirt", and strode jauntily out of the room. He heard Sigyn huff behind him, and smiled mischievously.
Sigyn looked on as her husband walked confidently out the doors of her bedchamber, half naked, and looking pleased as ever. Of course, it was to create the image that he had in fact bedded her the previous night, but she knew Loki was happy all the same even without taking her. "There you are…" She whispered to herself, and fell back against her pillows, falling again into a deep sleep.
This one is a little short… I'll make up for it next time, though! But this is what happens when I try to write a cover letter… not a cover letter. Hehe. –Em