The second Prince of Asgard crossed the distance between the door and his bride with fast, long steps. "And do not ever say that title to me", he hissed soundless as he stood right in front of her and she flinched slightly, looking to the ground. "Yes, My Lord." Instinctively Loki grasped her shoulders. "Look at me", he demanded and she obeyed with unsettled eyes. Loki couldn't cope with that sight. He let go of her shoulders and tenderly enveloped her gentle face with his hands, to pull her close and kiss her. Her full lips were so soft against his hard lines and she smelled like summer. Sigyn didn't resist but give in to his kiss, loosing one hand from the coat that covered her delicate ivory skin to tenderly place it on his chest.
"Sigyn", he whispered, as he tore his lips from her, looking at her. She opened her eyes when she heard her name, glancing into his. Loki didn't understand why she looked at him as he were no different from the others, as if he was just as worthy as his elder brother. He didn't understand what was in her eyes as she now looked at him. Sigyn's gaze was so soft, open, trustful and warm, almost pleading him to stay right here with her. Her eyes were like jewels, sparkling in different shades of their color as if a whole universe was captured in them. Loki didn't notice that she had taken her hand from his chest until she touched his face gently. Electricity ran though his body and he felt … warm. "Loki", she breathed and made him tremble. There was a way she spoke his name that made him feel utterly weak and strong alike.
Did Sigyn know of the power she had over him just by saying his name? Loki searched for an answer in her eyes. Those beautiful eyes that seemed to make him forget everything, seemed to make him stop thinking. After letting go of her face he grasped her bare shoulders gently to make sure to her the importance of his words. "Know your place", he whispered hoarsely, fighting for his composure. "You may only call me by my name, when we are alone. You will call me my lord or my husband." She nodded as a response and her hair looked like waves on silk. Loki tensed his jaw. "You will not encroach upon my matters," he continued with a slightly trembling voice, "until I ask you to." Still she looked at him with those eyes. "Know your place", he repeated. "Yes, my love." she whispered with a slight nod.
When she called him that Loki froze not being able to speak, or think, or breathe. She loved him. She loved him? How could she? But she was saying the truth. Her eyes would never lie and she would never lie to him. Somehow he knew that. And in that moment he knew that Sigyn was the most wonderful and threatening creature he had ever met.
Suddenly he was ripped out of his torpidity as Sigyn's tiny hands framed his face and softly lead his lips to hers, standing on her tiptoes. Loki could hear his coat fall on the ground. "What ever you demand, my love", she whispered between her kisses. "What ever you wish, Loki." she panted after he responded to her kiss, letting go of her shoulders, brushing his fingers down her naked back. Loki knew that she was too innocent to know what she just did to him. His fingers reached her delicate butt, drawing her body against his. Sigyn gasped for air and Loki kissed her neck so that she could breathe. "I know my place", she panted, as she felt his tensed crotch against her. He licked her throat. "It's at your side, Loki." He grabbed the nape of her neck and made her look at him again. Both of them were breathing more heavily. Then Loki kissed Sigyn as if he wanted to devour her.
Sigyn's fingers brushed down his neck to his chest unbuttoning his shirt, while his lower hand grasped the hollow of her knee, so that she could feel the bulge she had created. She gasped as he let go off her mouth to look down into her reddened, glowing face. Loki lifted her up and she had no other choice than to entwine her legs around his hips, brushing his erection against her already wet hollow. Sigyn pushed her hands beneath the fabric of his shirt, gliding her fingertips upon his skin and eventually put them around his neck, to hold herself. As she pushed herself against him, he could feel her velvet skin upon his, her nipples tickling him. Loki inhaled sharply. There was only one thing he could think of now.
Only a few steps, to place her on his bed again. Sigyn was panting heavily, almost writhing on the silk sheets as if she couldn't bear not feeling Loki on her skin. He quickly gets rid of his shirt and his pants. She gasps as she sees his erected member, catching sight of it for the first time, almost wondering how he could have fit inside her the first time. Loki breathes heavily as he looks down on her, his face mirrors her pain of desire. When she bites on her lower lip and inhales shakily his skin feels electrified. He lays down upon her, stroking her clit with the peak of his cock, feeling her arousal. Sigyn moans lowly, her body rears up beneath him, becoming more and more wet.
"Say my name", he demands, breathless and trembling with desire. "Loki!" Sigyn moans more loudly and he gasps just because of the way she sounds. "Loki!" she moans once more, rearing again and he finally thrusts himself into her, making her groan as he moans himself. Her hands bury themselves into the sheets. There's no space for tenderness, as he thrusts himself deeper into her, moving inside her tightness, creating tears in her eyes. She moans out of pain and lust, making him tremble as she does. He leans lower upon her, brushing the skin of her chest with his as he fucks her, capturing her glance with his gaze.
"Sigyn", he moans and tears run down her temples. Her hands move away from the sheets, caressing his tensed arms, whose hard muscles seem to arouse her even more if that is even possible. They sneak further, as he keeps thrusting himself into her, causing her painful lust that she isn't able to keep her eyes consistently open. Her fingertips brush along his shoulders, his neck. Loki pants heavily as she moans more loudly. Sigyn buries her hands into his hair. "Kiss me", she pleads and more tears gather in her eyes. "Kiss me", she repeats loudly moaning.
Loki slides closer, almost his entire weight lies upon her as he kisses her. The touch of her lips on his is an unknown intoxication. Breathing the air the other exhales. His hands move up, grasping her shoulders, as he loses control over himself, melting his mouth into hers. Now he moves more slowly inside her, feeling something he had never felt before, as her hands glide on his back, embracing him. Yet he thrusts deeper as his lust increases painfully, building up the same tension that the feels as her moans turn into screams. Electricity whipping on their skins.
"Loki!" she screams out loud in a sound of ecstasy and tenses around his member, eventually coming, rearing up beneath him. Her fingernails cut into his flesh as the trembles almost jolting. Her scream sends arousing whips through his spine, making him pour himself into her, once, twice, causing her pain that she seems not to feel. Heavily panting Loki rests his head against hers, brushing her shoulder with his lips, staring into nothingness. His twitching member make her quiver, gasping for air every time. The air tickles their skin but everything warm.
The moment of truth takes hold of Loki as he realizes. He looks as Sigyn. She still cries but smiles warmly, lovingly as their gazes meet. "I love you", he hears himself, whispering the words he thought he'd never say and never understand. "Sigyn." New tears run down her temples and she replies also whispering: "I love you, Loki."
A sound from the other room destroyed the moment and ripped the emotion from the prince's face. He kissed his bride slightly before he teared himself away from her, getting up. Annoyance took over his face as he got back in his pants, while the sound repeated and made clear that somebody knocked at the door and tried to open it. Sigyn still panted breathless. Loki tried not to look at her, knowing that her image would wake his desire for her once more. He couldn't have that right now.
Loki didn't care to put his shirt back on, though he carried it with him. He was too annoyed about being disturbed. So he unlocked the door bare-chested, putting himself into the opening to obstruct the passage to whoever wanted to enter. The angry expression on his face faded. "Mother...", Loki searched for words, hastily putting his shirt back on as Frigga looked at him disapproving and concerned. For a long time she hadn't visited him in his private chambers and the look on her face told Loki that Thor had spoken to her. The second Prince of Asgard stepped aside, so that the Queen could enter. In her hands the rag of gauze from Sigyn's dress.
"Is Sigyn still with you?" Frigga asked lowly when she had entered and Loki replied with a nod. He was more puzzled than angry about the appearance of his mother, who gazed right at him: "What did you think? Are you out of your mind?" she spoke obviously appalled. "Do you not know your place? Vé could be very offended by your action. You're a Prince of Asgard. You should know better. You should have waited!" Frigga's tone was still lowered an Loki clenched his jaw due to the accusation of his mother. He could have replied that Thor didn't know his place either in that matter, but he knew that Frigga would see a difference. She would find a difference. So Loki kept silent.
"I will take her with me now", the Queen of Asgard appointed. "And you will see her not until your marriage, that hopefully will be soon, so that you will not have disgraced her." "That would be quite difficult", Loki eventually replied. "Taking her with you", he added. "She has no dress to wear." The Prince tried to seem unaffected by the outraged look his mother gave him. "Loki, I'm ... devastated", Frigga turned away. "You all do me wrong", Loki said dejected. "You always think of the worst concerning me." Again he didn't say that his brothers always experienced the opposite. For the first time he didn't care either. Loki didn't want Sigyn to be taken away. He wanted her to stay. No one should ever learn about the threat she was to him. But saying this would reveal too much to the Queen.
"I will sent a servant then", Frigga said after a moment of silence. "You will sent her to her chambers and you will return to the feast, as soon as she is gone." He nodded sternly. "Loki", the Queen placed a hand on his forearm. This should have evoked an emotion in him, but it didn't. Loki felt cold again. "Please. It is important to all of us to maintain the bonds of our family. This can't happen again until you are married." "I understand mother", he replied unemotional. Someday, he thought. You will play by my rules. Frigga smiled slightly and placed a kiss on her son's cheek who tried to mirror that facial expression. She didn't realize that his smile was nothing more than an act.
Loki shut the door behind his mother and turned around, looking directly to Sigyn, who stood in the opening in between the two main rooms, covered in a sheet from his bed. Her face was sad and concerned, but she did not say anything. "You heard her", Loki assumed and walked towards her but it was obvious that he intended to pass by. "Loki", Sigyn whispered toneless when he reached her. He could read in her eyes that she wanted to tell him so many things, but didn't find the words. Her glance was a promise of trust and faithfulness. Would she disappoint him like all the others? In that moment he realized, that he had stopped walking. Nothing in her face had changed.
It felt almost like pain, how much he loved her. So pristine, so innocent. Sigyn didn't even realized her power and she would never use it. Loki reached out for her face, pulled her close and drank her lips. Her scent was still warm like the sun and intoxicating. How will I be able to let her go? he asked himself but his thoughts were washed away in that moment she wrapped her arms around his neck, heedlessly letting the sheet fall down to the ground. Sigyn sighs as Loki's hands touch her velvet skin.
This time Loki's anger has eaten his patience. With just a few smooth movements he gets rid of his shirt and his pants, his member already erected. Effortless he lifts her up, pushing her against the frame that separates the two main rooms, to enter her, thrusting inside her tight passage, making hear moan so loudly that she almost screams. She didn't expect him to be that forcefully. He can see tears in her eyes. But there is no pity in him, not now. Anger rules his desire, as he starts to move inside her, thrusting, prodding, turning her moans into wails, which arouses him even more. Her whining soothes his anger and he starts to lick her collarbone, her throat, up to her jaw, leaving a line of slobber on her delicate skin.
Her ivory skin glowed in a color of red, her chest quivering dramatically, while her squeals sing a melody in his ears. He fills her completely with every single thrust, sending shivers through her entire body, feeling nothing and everything in the same moment. His rhythm dominating her heartbeat. They are fire and ice, water and air, pain and serenity. His anger yields to lust, turning into ecstasy while fucking her. The lust is burning both of them into exhaustion until they both find their deliverance in each other.
Loki still presses Sigyn against the wood which must pain her, but she barely gasps. She has wrapped her arms around him, as if there is nothing more to hold her. It was her fault, Loki tells himself. If it wasn't for her, he wouldn't have left the feast, wouldn't have been caught with breaking the rules. But it was Thor who hasn't been loyal to him, his brother and how could he have expected his mother when this was her first visit in years. They wouldn't have come if it wasn't for her. For her... Loki stares at her, his eyes glowing in an insanely mixture of wrath and lust. Sigyn leans her head back against the wood, exposing her ebony, porcelain neck to him, still damped with sweat and still shivering. Her chest is still trembling, her breasts pointing at him. Loki is maddened by the devilish effect Sigyn has on him. He yearns to annihilate her and protect her in the same breath.
Anew he moves closer to her, making her gasp, given that he is still inside her, still almost fully erected, growing again by her mere sight. As he pulls her away from the hart corner of the wall, pressing her against his body. Her breath is palsied and her insides tighten around his member, making him pant for air as well. Yet she is still extremely wet with her own juice and his semen. The thought alone arouses him more. Loki carries her back to the sleeping chamber and Sigyn is tangled around him panting for air, shivering from the pain, her extreme sensitivity and his twitching hardness inside her. As he lays her down, placing himself upon her, she whimpers lowly.
"Loki, please", she begs breathless. Her pleading is enough to start all over again. "I cannot endure any..." Loki slowly pulls back, just to enter her again before completely being drawn out of her, cutting of her words, turning them into a hoarse scream. Sigyn's body rears up beneath him, which encourages him to thrust faster, harder, deeper. He can feel hat her body is over-sensitive now, that she is shaken with painful arousal. The winding of her body makes him feel exalted. She whimpers and whines with every move, pleading for him to stop when her lungs hold enough air to breath. Tears in her eyes. Still she trembles and rears beneath him, still deep moans between her breaths. "Sigyn", he moans, closing in to her. Loki licks her throat, her collarbones, her neck, while tears run down her face. He drinks her sweat an tears alike, whispering her name consistently, while his is on her lips. Her fingernails claw into his forearms, making him moan.
"What are you doing to me?" Sigyn asks gasping between his thrusts, starting to scream his name, like he's her only savior. Her body seems to be on fire, burning against his cool skin, filling him with emotions he has never felt before that day. Her mind seems to be completely gone, as she exists only in the blaze of her ongoing climax. "Come with me", he pleads, suddenly tears in his eyes as well. Loki can feel the tension inside him build up until it's almost unbearable and Sigyn again rears up. He tears himself out of her, she gasps, thrusting ones more, making her scream at the tops on her lungs, and collapse at the end, like he does.
Tenderly he brushes her wet her out of her face, watching her cry, being unable to read her feelings. Sigyn is still gasping for air dramatically and she wipers, as his member leaves her body. Trembling due to her exhaustion she gives in to her urge to cry, looking up to him, weakly. Loki still caresses her face, panting as well. She was his. He was her first and no one would ever touch her without losing his life. Never she would feel the same emotions with someone else and never would he. No woman had ever made him cry. Gently he kisses her lips before he leaves the bed, without clothing himself.
Then he called a servant to prepare a bath. When he returned, he lifted her up, carrying her to the bathroom, placing her in the tub, sitting next to her while she washed herself. The whole time they didn't speak, but Loki couldn't stop from petting her skin. Even so as the servant of his mother had arrived with a dress and teared his mind back into reality. He told his own servant bring back the dress and make Frigga's servant wait. As Sigyn finally rose shakily he even helped her dry herself. When his Lady finally was ready to leave Loki made sure that they were alone. He softly framed her face with his hands, brushing her lips with his tongue before he places his' on them. Sigyn returned the soft kiss. "I will see you soon, my Love", she whispered and he slowly let go of her face. "I will see you soon", he replied, turning himself away from her, whispering "my Love" when she had left.
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He was back in full ceremonial armor, only without his helmet, which wasn't acquired after the official part of the feast. For the first time he felt not just satisfied and powerful, but invincible and most of all: insouciant. He didn't really care if whole Asgard had heard them, what all the others thought of him, even his family. Loki would play by there rules officially but he knew that he didn't need their love anymore, not really. With a confident smirk on his lips the left his sleeping chamber and walked towards the door. But suddenly something felt wrong. He frowned, closed his eyes and clenched his jaw. "Show yourself, witch!" he hissed.
"You really have learned a lot since we've last met, my Dear", a deep woman's voice sounded from nowhere. "But is that enough to threaten me? Your master?" She giggled and her laughter seemed to come out of every direction. Loki was annoyed. "Enough!" he yelled and made a seemingly simple gesture. Suddenly a figure appeared right in front of the door. Loki would have run directly into the beautiful, tall and dark-haired woman. Her skin was sepia-colored and her eyes seemed to be black as the night. "You didn't expect for that I have prepared my chambers for this, Angrboda?" the Trickster snarled at her. "You would have disappointed me, dear Loki", she smiled devious just to change her expression with the glimpse of an eye: "Who was that lady of easy virtue, leaving your chambers?" Her pretty face was now stained with jealousy.
The God of Mischief needed almost his entire willpower to keep his composure and stay absolutely calm on the outside. He was proud that he had grown stronger and used right that feeling to hide his outrage. "This was Sigyn", he grinned. "My future wife." Now it was anger that scarred Angrboda's face. "Your future wife?!" she growled. "After all that I've done for you..." "Know your place, witch", the Second Prince of Asgard demanded. "You are an outcast and a giantess, what did you expect? Furthermore we were perfectly clear about our relationship." "You are right, Loki", Angrboda nodded. "We were perfectly clear. But what about our creations?" "Nothing will change", Loki declared. "I will just have one more responsibility to attend to."
The beautiful Giantess who had disguised herself in a smaller form stepped towards the Prince, putting a hand on her stomach. "What about our daughter?" Loki frowned. "She's dead. You said that yourself. Do you still carry her corpse inside you?" "I can trick death, my beloved Loki", Angrboda purred. "I will bring her to life." Loki stepped back in disgust. Aggrieved she stopped: "I will trick the Nornir and you will regret that you have refused me." "I am not your apprentice anymore, Angrboda", Loki said coolly. "I don't owe you obedience anymore. But I have not refused you. If you bring our daughter to life, I will treat her as such, as well as our beloved pets." The beautiful woman smiled pleased. "And know, I mus remind you to know your place and get back bring yourself into... safety." Loki smirked at the last word. "I will see you soon", Angrboda smiled and faded into a shadow. "My Love." Loki clenched his jaw. "Yes", he answered simply and left his chambers.