A/N: I'm sorry it been a while since I updated. I have been busy with my other fanfic. Thank you for all the support I receive on this. You are truly amazing people. This is my first fanfic so I'm kind of making this up as I go, hoping I'm doing something right. Here it is. I hope you like it. :)


Sigyn realised she would have to clarify the situation with both men. She decided that she would have to do it separately as surely they would kill one another if they we told at the same time. Choosing would not be difficult for her, she knew who she would eventually choose. It would be painful though; she couldn't bear to hurt either of them. Anger rose in her, she had made this happen, she had caused them to fight over, she had caused them to make her hurt them. She could not quite grasp how blind she had been throughout and how far she had let the tension develop.

"Steven, I think it best that you return home. I will meet with you tomorrow." Sigyn whispered, scared of his response. To her surprise he made to leave without resistance. He saw Loki smirking at him, assuming he had won their battle, but it was far from being won.

Steve spun on his heel and made his way towards the bed, "Good night, sweetie. Sleep well," Steve placed a kiss on Sigyn's head, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Until then." Sigyn breathed, rushing in for a long, deep kiss before Steve could pull away.

The uncomfortable cough broke the two apart. Steve glanced at Loki to see him scowling, deep in thought. He had won this round at least and it would put Loki in his rightful place.

"Night, Loki." Steve smirked as he walked past. He finally exited after blowing a last kiss to Sigyn.

"Now we have the place to ourselves again, darling." Loki chuckled at the frowning Sigyn.

"Do not act like that Loki. Do you not realise what you have done?"

"They did not name me the God of Mischief to be polite." Loki muttered under his breath, lacing his words with sarcasm and hoping Sigyn wouldn't notice.

"I actually possess the sense of hearing Loki, believe it or not."

Loki dismissed the comment, consumed in his own thoughts, "Why him, Sigyn, of all beings? Why him?"

"I do not understand what you mean. Would you care to elaborate?"

"The soldier. I know that you are still grieving from the end of your relationship with my brother but him? I thought you had a finer taste, Sigyn."

"Finer? Are you referring to yourself, Loki?"

"And if I am?"

"My opinion of you will have considerably lessened. I don't think one of your species should have such a high opinion of theirselves. It is egotistical, even more so when coming from a Jotun." As the words slipped from her mouth Sigyn realised her mistake. She saw the pain twinge on Loki's face and the hurt appear in his eyes.

"So I am no longer good enough for you Sigyn? Because I am dark and lean, not fair and muscular? Because I am no longer viewed as a member of Odin's family? Because my name changed?" He snarled at her not wanting to accept the words she had said.

"Loki, no, those were not my intentions." She paused here, not knowing what to say. An old Midgardian expression came to her, " 'What's in a name? that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet; so Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,' ". Sigyn tried to apologise failing to relate to the distressed Loki.

"Romeo, who is that? Is it some other lover of yours, who is infinitely better than I?" Loki hissed not knowing the Midgardian phrase.

"It is a quote from a well renowned, Midgardian playwright by the name of Shakespeare."

"Oh." It was all Loki could manage. His proclaimed silver tongue had failed him at last, leaving him with nothing but his pain.

"You know I did not mean those things. I do not care about your name or your race. I am not one to judge, considering my heritage. I love you deeply and never want to hurt you. You are the only family I have, Loki. I need you. Can you not see it?" She crossed over to him, pulling him up to her level. He gently hugged her, falling back into their blanket, their world.

"I love you, Sigyn. I always will until it eventually kills me." He did not realise the truth in his own words.

The two stood becoming enveloped in the others embrace. Loki rested his chin on Sigyn's forehead not wanting the moment to end. He knew she was remorseful but his heart recoiled at what she had said. She had said it in anger, in favour of the Midgardian. There was a greater truth in her words, more so than she would ever know. He would always be a monster, despite his efforts. She would never love him like she had loved Thor and now Steven. He would never be good for her and she for him. She caused him far too much pain yet he still held on.

"Sigyn," he murmured into her hair, "why were you so hurt when Steve caught us together." The genuine interest in his voice demanded an answer from Sigyn, one she had to give.

"I can never hurt him Loki. The last time he loved someone he lost her. He was frozen in the seas of Midgard over time and woke from the frozen slumber not long ago. He had planned to court the girl but failed to keep his promise. He hates himself for doing it to her. When I realised I had betrayed him it hurt me so much. I couldn't think of what to say, what to do. I would have instilled that hurt deeper inside him, creating an even larger hole he needs to mend. How could I destroy a life like that. I could not deal with the situation, the sheer shock caused me to be unable to breath when I needed to cry. The sob was burning in my chest, it hurt so much." Sigyn tried to explain the best she could but found it hard to do so.

"You are scared of him?" Loki attempted to make sense of what Sigyn had told him. Steven was turning out to be quite an interesting character.

"No, I am scared of what he might do. When we first started courting, Steven was very protective over me. It shocked me at first, I believed he was just keeping me modest. If we went somewhere, I was not allowed to talk to other men without him being there; he threatened to hurt many who suggested anything. On one occasion things got violent before it was finally put to an end. I soon learnt the motive behind all this. He can't bear to lose me like he lost the other girl, Peggy. It would break him Loki. I believe he would do anything, if broken." Sigyn pulled away from Loki to stare into his captivating eyes. "Promise me you will never try and push him over that edge. Do not do anything that will break him. If you did I would lose not only him but you who is closer than a brother. It is a dangerous game, Loki."

"I will endeavour to fulfil your request, dear, but I cannot promise anything." Sigyn knew this was the best she would receive from him so she decided to drop it.

"One last thing, Loki, you need to realise that I will never love you in the way you love me. Can you understand that? Please, do not make things uncomfortable between us. If you cannot deal with this then I suggest you leave. I will always be here for you but you cannot put others at risk because of this." Sigyn sighed, it had been hard to tell him. She cringed with guilt as pain clouded over Loki's eyes. The clouds were like those that brew before a storm, deep, dark and menacing, waiting for the tension to be released.

He said nothing and pulled away from Sigyn, twiddling his thumbs. It was his turn for the sob to burn in his throat, yet he stayed silent. The pain he felt had deepened; it was so intense he felt numb from the overwhelming emotions. Everything in him screamed at her, he wanted to hate her but he couldn't. He would always love her whether or not the gesture was reciprocated. The pain was creating a chasm in his existence, one that could never be filled without her. She was so frightened of hurting Steve, yet she could not see the torture he was being put through because of this. He remembered falling from the Bridge. It had been for a reason and suddenly he had that reason again. When he fell, he had hoped to fall to his death but he had landed in Midgard. It had taken him weeks to find Sigyn, only so that she could love someone that wasn't him. He was filled with hatred. Why would she do this to him? It was unfair.

Loki, exhaled a long, deep breath. The pain was cutting into him, enlarging the chasm. He looked up at Sigyn, searching for something he could not find. She stared expectantly at him, hoping he understood. Little did she know, he understood too well. A crooked smile began to form on his face. He did not have to play her game like this. He whispered a sentence he knew she would loathe, "Let the games begin."