The sigh escaped from Sigyn in a long exasperated breath. Shaking her head at Loki, she turned her back on him. "Leave." she whispered. She did not remember him to be such a nuisance.

He caught her arm and spun her around so she was facing him. He grinned, "I shan't for I have no place to go. I have to stay here and you cannot stop me."

Rolling her eyes, she wriggled free from his grasp, "I have to ready myself for bed. Wait here." She collected a few items and left to shower.

Loki sat on the bed waiting before growing restless, there was little to do. He stood and began looking through the various objects scattered around the room. Some of the things were unknown to him but the room did not differ too greatly from his own chambers on Asgard. He sifted through her wardrobe finding the garments distasteful. "Midgard." he scoffed, pulling out one of Sigyn's dresses.

"Do you not like it, Loki?" she stood in the doorway watching him, smiling.

"The Midgardians have an acquired taste in dress." he put the dress back and closed the cupboard. He turned to her and gestured to himself, "Look at how we are clothed; it is dishonourable." He was dressed formally by Midrgardian standards and Sigyn had changed into pyjama pants and an oversized t-shirt.

She merely laughed, "We must rest for it is late. Do you wish to change into something more comfortable? I have some of Steve's garments here." His nod of assent caused her to pull out a few things from the wardrobe. "You can change in the bathroom. It is down the hall." She pointed in the general direction and shut the door, falling against it with a sigh of relief.

It was not long before she was interrupted by his knocking, "Sigyn, do let me in." The door did not move. "I promise I'll behave." Sigyn could hear the pout she knew would be forged on his lips.

She eventually gave in and pulled away, "Steven sleeps downstairs when he spends the night." At this a frown knit Loki's eyebrows together. Sigyn sighed, "I suppose you can stay with me. We are not unfamiliar with one another but you ought to stay on your side of the bed."

"Of course. Would you expect any less of me, dear?" He grinned as she frowned at him.

"I do not know what to expect anymore." She climbed into the bed and turned off the light, finding the rest she dearly needed. Loki's breathing was soft and indicated that he was not asleep. "Why are you here, Loki?" Sigyn murmured into her pillow; her voice drowsy yet still carrying it's melodic quality.

"I have already explained this to you, Sigyn." He rolled over, facing her back and began playing with a long strand of blonde hair.

She squirmed at his touch, moving slightly closer to him, "Why are you on Midgard? Falling from the bifrost should have killed you yet you are here with me."

"I do not know how I came to be here just that I did. It is a puzzle still to me." He began braiding the long, golden locks his nimble, slender fingers delicately creating patterns with it. "It took many moths to locate you and longer still to find my way here. You prove to be a difficulty, my dear. It is fortunate that I have my silver tongue or the Midgardians may have proven to be quite difficult to deal with. They are an extremely reluctant race, do you not think?"

"Why would you go to that length of trouble to find me?" A smile graced her face as she remembered her days on Asgard. Loki and Thor would compete to see who was the best at braiding her hair. Loki always won their game of this sort for he was more patient and delicate whereas Thor's thick, bumbling hands were clumsy yet perfect for the warrior he would become.

"I always wanted to find you but I was never given the opportunity. I seized the chance I was presented with." He stopped braiding her hair and pulled her towards him. "You do not realise how I have loved you all these years."

The blanket had fallen around them yet again and the ice Sigyn had encountered previously began to melt. She did not resist his embrace but leant into him. His chest was solid despite his lean appearance; it rose and fell with each breath, mirroring the heart beating against Sigyn's head.

"Loki," she exhaled the word, breathing his name into the air around him, "do not do this to me. It is not right or fair of you."

Loki recoiled from her words. They sparked the lightening within his chest; the pain threatening to erupt in anger like a menacing storm about to release havoc. He hissed in her ear, "Why can I not declare my true feelings? It is not right or fair of you to let me hold you so and lead me on. You act as though you return my love but your words do not prove it." The words were engulfed in acid, his emotions raining on her through the sound.

"I do not mean to hurt you." Sigyn whispered, staying motionless. The sob was rising in her throat, threatening to escape. She managed to quell it, gulping the icy sob. Silent tears ran their course down her cheeks, raining on the pillow beneath her. "Loki, please forgive me. I do not mean to, I would never mean to."

The words hung in the air above them, threatening to crash down upon the two. Loki desperately wanted to comfort her yet he wanted to get as far away from her as possible. After moments of raging turmoil, the conflict tearing his mind Loki gave in. He turned her around to face him, his piecing gaze cutting into the blue eyes before him. His hand wrapped around the small of Sigyn's back, pulling her closer. The ferocity behind his motions caused him to do so with great force, crashing their bodies into each other.

"You will always hurt me Sigyn despite your own wishes. It is inevitable and you should not be sorry for it." He roughly kissed her forehead not letting her go despite her protests. She soon softened to his touch and fell asleep in his arms. Only the sound of his ragged breath could be heard as the storm raged on within Loki: the pain unbearable as lightening cracked his soul and the rain flooded his eyes. It did not matter who he was with the storm would always rage on and the cold of shadows would permeate his life.