Hello all! Firstly, I would like to thank everyone who's read this up to now, I shall be eternally grateful to you all! Also, I know I haven't changed the rating, but in both halves of this chapter, there are bits that are a bit well...ya know! :P But come on, who can resist Loki eh? And I shall leave what happens between the newly reunited husband and wife to your imagination :P Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing (Though who doesn't wish they owned Loki, hmm?) Some of the dialogue belongs to The Avengersmovie and Marvel...etc :D
How am I supposed to relax when my husband is only in the other damn room! Sigyn thought, throwing herself down on to her bed. As soon as Loki had arrived, and before she even had time to predict it, Fury had had her marched off into her room.
Had he been happy to see me? she wondered, thinking back to her husband's arrival. He had been smiling when he looked at her, but she had seen that smile so many times before. He's planning something... Something big... The smile was such a giveaway.
"How am I meant to 'help' them if they keep throwing me back in here!" she sighed, rolling over to face the wall.
I just wish I could see him again... No one understands how much I've missed him... Those eyes; that smile. She buried her face into her pillow in a futile attempt to clear her head.
"Oh, what now?" she groaned, turning back towards the door.
She had been so close to falling to sleep when she heard the voices outside of her door. She pulled herself into a seated position and ran her hands through her hair.
"Will these people never just take a break?" she complained, grabbing the leather headband from her bedside table and pulled it over her head, pushing her hair out of her eyes.
And why am I still worried about how I look? she wondered to herself, combing her fingers through her hair again. She sighed, dismissing the thought, and looked towards her door.
"We've been married for I don't know how many centuries yet I still worry about looking pretty around him," she laughed to herself and rolled out of her bed. Before she walked to the door though, she reached under her bed and pulled out her armour. It had been a present from Loki after they'd married, gold to match his own. Not that I'll need it, but it won't hurt to be prepared... I wonder if he remembers. She attached it to her shoulders, arms and legs and then walked towards the door.
Just as she reached it, she saw Thor and Fury arguing outside her door. She leaned against the wall, her arms folded.
What in Valhalla are they arguing about now? she sighed and glanced around the window in the door.
"You cannot be serious!" Thor yelled, not even attempting to keep his voice at a reasonable volume.
"You know as well as I do that we'll get nothing out of him if we send someone with her," Fury replied, sounding as calm as ever.
Talking about me again, I assume, she thought to herself, smiling.
She wasn't one to enjoy being the centre of attention, but she had to admit, it was fun.
"But... Never mind. Do as you please, Director, but if it all goes wrong; don't come crying to me!" Thor grumbled, striding off down the corridor.
Once he had gone, Fury turned to leave. Sigyn hid behind the door frame quickly, but to her dismay, he'd seen her.
"Sigyn?" Fury called, walking closer to her door.
Great... she thought as she opened her door, trying to ignore the fact that he'd forgotten her title yet again.
"Yes, Director?" she replied, feigning ignorance at what had just happened.
Fury folded his arms, glaring disapprovingly at her.
"Eavesdropping, were you?" he accused, tapping his foot against the metal floor.
Sigyn licked her lower lip nervously, suddenly feeling like a child who had misbehaved. He clearly knows that I'd heard... There's no use lying to these people. I never was as good a liar as Loki.
"Well, only a little," she answered, leaning against the door frame. "I mean, it's impossible to ignore an argument like that when it's right outside your door."
Fury sighed.
"What exactly did you hear then?" he asked her, knowing full well what the answer was going to be.
"Just Thor complaining about something as usual," she replied, rolling her eyes. "He's always been such a whiner!"
She walked out of her room and stood next to Fury. He looked down at her, confused.
"What were you arguing about anyway?" she asked, innocently, her silver eyes wide and bright.
When she got no reply, she pushed on with her next question.
"I'm assuming 'he' meant Loki?" she stood with her hands on the curve of her waist, waiting for him to answer.
"I wish you wouldn't pretend you didn't know what was going on," Fury answered, laughing slightly, "It makes it very hard to trust you."
"I've got to have a little fun on this ship," Sigyn replied, a hint of sarcasm colouring her voice.
Fury was about to reply when they were interrupted by a S.H.I.E.L.D employee hurrying down the corridor towards them.
Do these people ever just slow down and relax! Sigyn thought, sighing.
"Director!" the woman shouted, panting slightly. "Agent Romanoff is waiting for you on the bridge."
"What's going on?" Sigyn asked.
This time, she really didn't know what was happening.
"Just follow me," Fury replied, walking down the corridor, gesturing for her to follow.
When they arrived, Romanoff and the others were sat around the metal table above the computers on the bridge. At the head of the table, there was another man she didn't know the name of.
"Again? I wish they'd warn me when someone else that I have to bother learning the name of is going to show up,"she muttered under her breath, glancing quickly at the stranger.
What is with that beard... I mean, you can't even call that a beard. But it puts Fandral's to shame! She was pulled out of her thoughts, by Fury shaking her shoulder.
"I wish you'd pay attention, Sigyn," he complained at her, letting go of her arm.
"Oh hush," she replied, rolling her eyes.
I'm surprised I haven't sustained an injury from the amount of times I've rolled my eyes at these people! And I may as well give up on my proper title being used down here.
"What was it you were rambling on about? I'm just dying to know." she said, her voice thick with sarcasm.
This time she looked at Agent Romanoff, as it was clear that she had been the one talking.
"As I was saying," Romanoff scowled as Sigyn took a seat across from her. "I used every trick I could think of, but I couldn't get a thing out of him. Just some vague ramblings about how we'll never win..."
"So you're basically saying that you were useless?" Sigyn interrupted, smirking.
Romanoff opened her mouth to say something, but a look from Fury forced her to change her mind.
"So I'm guessing you two don't like each other then?" the stranger interjected, leaning back in his chair.
"Well aren't you a smart one!" Sigyn replied, not intending to sound quite as condescending.
"Who in Hel are you, anyway?"
She turned to face him as she spoke, sighing at the smile on his face.
"I'm Tony Stark, you know, Iron Man. Whichever you use is up to you." he replied, winking at her.
Sigyn shuddered, shooting a disgusted glare at him.
Someone thinks a lot of himself, she thought to herself, turning her back on Stark, and I have a feeling we are not going to be friends.
"Then I guess we'll have to resort to Plan B," Fury turned to Sigyn, who looked up at him expectantly. "Sigyn, I'm assuming you know why you were brought here, so instead I'll start by explaining to everyone who you are,"
"Finally..." Sigyn interrupted. "I am tired of walking on eggshells in this place!"
Fury cleared his throat, glaring at Sigyn, who looked at him apologetically. Thor sighed, not looking forward to having to listen to things he already knew.
"Anyway, as you all know, Sigyn is also an Asgardian. However, there is a more important reason as to why I brought her here," he paused, gauging the reactions of his colleagues. "When you all arrived, I told you that I had a means of getting the information we need out of Loki. To put things simply, she is Loki's wife."
Sigyn couldn't contain her laughter at the differing looks of shock on their faces. They really are dumber than I thought! Had they not seen me refer to Thor as brother, yet there is obviously no family resemblance between us? And if he had had a sister, I'm sure they would have known about a long time before this!
She breathed heavily, trying to regain her composure as Thor and Fury glared at her.
"And you didn't think to tell us this sooner?" Rogers yelled, unable to contain his frustration.
"I understand your frustration; however, I was simply waiting for the right time. If Romanoff had gotten the information we needed..."
"What would you have done with me if she hadn't, Director? Sent me home, used me as leverage against my own husband?" Sigyn shouted, slamming her hands down on the table, causing everyone to stare at her in silence.
She was only calm when Thor placed his hand on her arm, which shocked everyone even more. Sigyn had always had a temper and there had only ever been a handful of people who could actually calm her down, one being Thor.
"Sister, please," he pleaded, and she was silent.
She closed her eyes, clearing her head.
One day I'll learn to control my temper, she thought sadly.
"What do you want me to do, Director?" Sigyn asked, her voice steady again.
"Whatever it will take to get the information we need," Fury answered. "But I cannot allow you to enter his cell, Sigyn."
At that, Sigyn laughed again.
"I'm sorry, but I am going to have to say no to that," she smirked at Fury. "What I have planned isn't going to work with a wall between us."
She rose from her seat, leaving them staring at her with a mixture of confusion and disgust. As she passed Romanoff she leant over and whispered, though it was loud enough for the others to hear.
"Did you really think he'd talk to you? I am the only one he can't lie to."
Sigyn was led towards the cell, where Loki was being held, by two S.H.I.E.L.D guards and Fury. As they reached the door, Fury grabbed her by the arm.
"Just get all the information we need out of him, but don't take long," he reminded her, for the first time sounding extremely nervous.
Sigyn just shook her head and laughed quietly.
"I know what I have to do, Director, but as to how long it takes... Well that's not exactly up to me," she winked at him, and pushed the door open.
In the centre of the room there was a round cell that looked like it was made out of some sort of glass. At the other end of the room was a control panel.
That looks pretty important, Sigyn thought to herself. Maybe that's what's keeping Loki so unusually well behaved.
She walked towards the cell, glad that Loki had his back to her.
It'll make this all the more fun, she thought, giggling quietly.
Praying he couldn't hear her as she walked towards the wall furthest from him, she reached her hand out and pressed it against the glass.
Don't you dare turn around, you'll ruin the surprise.
With just a thought, the glass melted around Sigyn's hand, and the rest of her body followed it. She walked silently towards her husband, casting a small spell to ensure her boots made no sound on the floor. Once she reached him, she paused before wrapping her arms around his thin waist.
"Hello darling," she whispered, feeling his body tense under her arms.
"Sigyn?" Loki asked softly, turning his head slightly to look down at her, a smile pulling at his lips.
"I should hope that no one else calls you darling," she replied, reaching up to press a kiss to his cheek.
"Missed me?"
"More than you will ever know, my love," he turned in her arms, wrapping his own around her waist and resting his chin on her head. He sighed as the scent of her hair surrounded him. How he had missed the feel of her body in his arms.
They were silent for a while. Sigyn traced her fingers across the leather of his tunic and moved to wrap her arms around his neck.
How is it fair that he can look so amazing in any clothes? She thought grumpily.
"What are you doing here?" he asked her, kissing her temple.
Sigyn pulled away and looked up at him, "Do you mean in here right now, or on Earth?" she asked, tilting her head.
Loki smiled, "You have not changed one bit, my princess."
He moved to kiss her cheek, "But I meant on Earth."
You'd be surprised by how much I've changed... she thought to herself, smiling.
"I- I was banished, after what happened with and to you, they didn't want me there anymo-" she began, tears clouding her vision as her thoughts strayed to their home.
"What do you mean by they?" he interrupted, holding her slightly away from him.
She couldn't stop her tears from falling as she saw tears forming in the corners of his eyes as well.
"Everyone... My family, my friends, Odin and Frigga... They all wanted me gone after what... happened," she answered sadly, looking down at the floor, not wanting it to look as though she was blaming her situation on him.
"What about Nari? Where is he? Is he alri-" he started, but he stopped when Sigyn pressed a single finger to his lips.
"He's fine. We have a daughter as well, you know," Sigyn answered, trying to judge the expression on his face.
"A daughter?" he repeated, his eyes wide with shock.
"Yes. Her name is Asfrid, she's nine years old..."
This time it was Loki who silenced Sigyn.
"She's nine! That would mean that you were pregnant while I was still on Asgard!" he shouted, startling Sigyn.
She backed away from him, though it wasn't the first time he had ever shouted at her. They had argued like any normal couple when they were back on Asgard, generally over Loki's habit of tormenting others with his tricks.
"Would it have mattered if I had told you?" she yelled back, placing her hands on her hips.
I wasn't expecting an argument so soon she thought, sadly.
"Would it have stopped you sending the Destroyer to kill Thor?"
Loki looked down at his feet, feeling suddenly guilty. It wasn't like him to feel guilty, but he had to admit that his wife's situation was his fault.
There's a first time for everything he thought.
"No." he admitted quietly, not daring to look at her.
It still shocked him to see her angry, considering it didn't happen that often.
She was never a pushover, he thought to himself, still not raising his eyes from the floor. But Earth has definitely changed her...
"Exactly!" she replied, waving her hands in the air.
They were quiet for a while, Loki's eyes not leaving the floor. Sigyn folded her arms and sighed.
"You let me think you were dead..." she finally said, her soft voice cracking slightly.
"I had no choice..." he began, glancing up at her, his eyes full of guilt.
He should feel guilty! Sigyn thought. No matter how much I don't want to think it... It is his fault.
She raised her eyebrow at him, but said nothing. She wasn't surprised by what he'd said, but she hadn't expected him to be so honest. He couldn't lie to her, she knew that, but throughout their marriage he tended to only tell her his deepest feelings if she coaxed them out of him.
She walked back towards her husband and pulled him towards her. He wrapped his arms back around her and held her tightly.
"I am so sorry, for everything," he muttered, his tears finally falling. "Thanks to me, you have no home, and our children are parentless. Don't hate me, love. Too many people hate me; not you too."
"Hush," she said, stroking the tears from his cheeks. "It doesn't matter now, our children are safe and we are together."
She kissed both of his cheeks and then pressed a kiss to his lips.
"Nothing matters as long as we are together," she whispered, laying her head against his chest. "And I could never hate you; ever."
After a while, Sigyn gazed up at her husband, taking in all his features. His eyes, his smile, she had missed it all. And he's keeping his hair longer she thought as her fingers lazily ran through the hair at the nape of his neck, a small smirk appearing as her mind continued on with that train of thought.
"Now it's my turn," she said, finally, looking back into his eyes.
"Why are you down on Earth? I'm assuming you have something interesting planned?"
Loki took his time before he answered, "You know me far too well."
He smiled, stroking the soft skin on the back of her neck, and making her shiver.
"But you're right, I do have something very, very interesting planned," he whispered softly into her ear, hearing her gasp as she felt the heat of his breath on her skin.
"Tell me," she replied, kissing her way up his jaw and across to his lips.
"Please..." she pressed her lips against his, smiling against his mouth.
His eyes narrowed. I wonder if they've put her up to this...not that it matters, I have missed her he thought, glancing over at the security camera just outside the cell.
"I have an army, my love," he explained eventually, pulling her lips back to his. "A great army; one to rival any army, in any realm."
If I'm going to reveal all, I may as well make a show of it.
"Oh really?" she said as she pushed him back towards the bench at the back of his cell, smiling as he sat down. "And what exactly do you plan on doing with this great army?"
Loki traced the curves of her waist, running his fingers up and down the bones of her corset, and pulled her closer to him. Sigyn ran her hands through his hair and heard him sigh happily.
This is easier than I remember, Sigyn thought to herself, giggling quietly as her husband snaked his arms around her waist. He was always the one who liked to be in control, though I won't complain. We've been apart for so long.
She knelt down in front of him and ran her hands up and down his legs, smirking as she saw his eyes close. She rose up slightly, and pulled his lips to hers, holding the kiss until they both gasped for air.
"I am going to finally be a king," he answered, breathlessly. "And you, my love, shall be my queen."
He pulled her up into his lap, her knees on either side of his legs and twisted his hand into her curls. He pulled her towards him, but she shook her head and lowered her lips to his neck. Sigyn smiled at the idea of becoming a queen. She had always thought about what it'd be like to be queen, ever since they had married.
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, she thought, smiling into his neck as she flicked tip of her tongue against his skin. And he is my husband, it wouldn't hurt to help him out...
"And what if they try to stop you?" she questioned him further, as he pulled her cape from her shoulders.
Sigyn felt his fingers trace the golden armour on her shoulders. She looked up to see him looking at her, his eyebrow raised. She nodded at him, smiling as he realised that it was the armour he had given her.
So he does remember she thought.
"Try and stop me?" he laughed as he trailed kisses from her neck down to her collarbone. "They can try all they like; but if I have you at my side, I know I will not lose."
He felt her breath catch in her throat, as he began nipping at the skin on her neck. She pushed him down on to the bench, and trailed her fingers across his tunic, pushing it up slightly. When she reached the waistband of his trousers, her touch became softer as she ran the tip of her finger across his stomach.
Loki bit his lower lip, Maybe I should conquer realms more often, I like this...
Sigyn trailed kisses along his stomach, and tugged at the fastenings of his trousers. She continued to kiss his body as she pulled them lower down, giggling softly as she felt his fingers run through her hair.
"I will always be at your side, my King," she whispered against his stomach, hearing him groan as she continued her path down his body. "Always.