Sigyn awoke with her head on Loki's chest, her legs wrapped around his waist in the most awkward position, and with his hand digging into her forearm. She fought to let out a cry as she felt her skin begin to bruise, but as soon as Loki saw her mouth agape he let go. Concern flooded over his face as Sigyn examined her red skin and shot him a scathing look.

"I assume the physical harm was for a reason?" She tried her best to sound angered, but Sigyn wasn't the most adept at being 'awake' in the mornings, or when she awoke. Instead she broke off into a small yawn and closed her eyes for a moment as she sat up against the headboard, a frown on her face as Loki furrowed his brows and shook his head.

"No, no. I was simply trying to wake you and got carried away."

"Carried away?" Sigyn arched her eyebrows, folding her arms over her chest as Loki closed his eyes, letting out a sigh of what seemed to be despair before he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and pushed his fingers through his hair, Sigyn watched after him as he stood to his full height and walked towards the windowed doors to the balcony.

"My mind was elsewhere." He said matter-of-factly, hands behind his back as he stared out at the palace grounds. His voice was deflated and Sigyn couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for shouting at him, it wasn't as if it was his fault that she didn't fare well after being woken up.

"I apologize for not so nice."

"And I apologize for hurting you." He looked over his shoulder with a smile, and Sigyn rolled her eyes at him before she pushed her blanket back, stumbling out of bed as she approached him with her arms folded to shield her from the cold, she wasn't sure if it was just the temperature or if it radiated from him. He was a Frost Giant after all.

"Is there somewhere you have to be? It isn't like you to leave your rooms unless you're needed."

"That was on Asgard." He muttered, "Here I'm always needed."

"Do you regret being King?" Sigyn asked quietly, moving a little closer as she looked up towards his face. He wasn't too much taller than her, but it served its purpose to appear small to him when she said something that might have angered him. He was a manipulative man, and she'd picked up a few of his tricks, it was hard to do anything but with him as a husband.

"That, love, is something I shall never regret." He grinned, "But I do have somewhere to be."

"Where is that?" She asked as she slipped out of her night-clothes, Loki motioned towards the large wardrobe with his hand and the doors flew open to display a range of dresses that must have been the Midgardian fashion. Most of the dresses came to the knee, some were black with long sleeves and trimmed lace collars, other were bib dresses with frills and pleated sleeves, and others were sleeveless and lace. There were only a few of her preferred style, long skirts, plain and light coloured. Maybe things weren't as simply on Midgard as she'd first thought, perhaps they still had a taste for the extravagant even if they weren't so... liberated anymore. Or were they? She still hadn't found out anything, and knew she needed to soon. But what she would do, she didn't know. Find a library perhaps, but every book in there would be biased towards Loki, which of course meant the only un-biased ones were in his possession, and in his chambers to be exact.

"Some of the regional army is to travel to Svartalfheim today, I suppose I have to give them the royal pardon to leave the realm."

"Why must they leave?" She tried her best to look thankful as she pulled out one of the long dresses from their rack as Loki looked towards her, but he could tell she wasn't pleased. He sighed, pushing his hands through his hair again as Sigyn hesitantly looked towards another dress.

"Does nothing please you?"

"Of course-"

He gave her a condescending look and Sigyn felt like hanging her head, she tried her best to give him a nervous smile as she pulled one of the lace dresses from the rack and held it up against herself, and then towards him.

"I fear I'll look like a fool.." She mumbled.

"You're always a fool, Sigyn. A beautiful fool, it's the only thing you understand how to be."

Sigyn furrowed her brows, she stared at him for a moment with her mouth agape before she turned away and covered herself up, slipping the longer dress over her body as she tried her best not to show that she was hurt. But Loki probably knew, and didn't care.

"If it bothers you that much I shall order every tailor and dressmaker in the realm to stop producing so many of those clothes."

"You would do that for me?" She asked quietly, turning to face him again. He rolled his eyes and moved towards the door,

"I would do that to stop the incessant whining that is yet to come." And with that, he left.

Sigyn had found her way to the palace library a few hours after Loki had left, surprisingly there was a few people there, and she had at first not known why. But as she overheard someone state that it was the biggest library in Midgard and that it obviously must have had a certain book, she realized why. She'd browsed the history section for hours, coming across numerous books on the early medieval period and lots on the Norse vikings, she'd found a whole section dedicated to what was often described as 'Loki's Triumph'. She'd picked the most plain book she could find, sure that it was most likely to be the one with the least exaggerations and sat down at a table in the back of the room, hidden behind hundreds of towering walls made up of books. If she'd thought it wasn't going to contain any exaggeration; she was wrong. Unless it wasn't tall-tales and he actually was that heroic - which she doubted. According to the books, The Avengers had once been fine guardians of Earth, but soon their adoration had overtaken them and they had become self-obsessed, cruel and vindictive. The welfare of Earth was no longer safe in their hands, and when Loki had arrived to take his rightful place as King, they had tried to refute him and label him a menace, The Avengers had began to lose their minds to Narcissism and their grasp on reality had become nearly non-existent. They wasted the worlds money, disregarded their people and when they had started a war sure to end humanity; Loki had saved them all. He spared The Avengers, taking the honourable Clint Barton and the honourable Nick Fury under his wing and to help him rebuild the world and save humanity. The people came out from hiding to find King Loki ready to lead them back to victory, to open their eyes to Yggsdrasil and to be the leader they had always needed. He was a reflection of the greatest times in the world, when the Kings had ruled over everyone in their land and there wasn't a corrupt government waiting to exploit their people and take the power away from the rightful ruler of the realm. Loki had quickly rebuilt the world, everyone was eager to partake in whatever he wished for his promises were perhaps the most promising thing they had ever heard in their short lives, and since there were no Avengers to oppose him, Loki had become supreme ruler. Men admired him, women loved him and children wanted to be like him when they grew old. He was everything a King should be.

Sigyn closed the third book she had, read, which said pretty much the same things as the other two. Loki was King, everyone loved King Loki. That was the premise of each book. She had to admit to herself, even if it was forced, that she felt some sort of pride in her husband. But then there was the morality side of her mind that it wasn't right. But she couldn't make an argument in her head that suited both of her feelings, and instead gave in and pushed the book back into its slot on the shelf. Maybe reading something not so reality based would take her mind off things. She peeped around the corner of the bookcases, and saw a sign dedicated to a certain writer. There seemed to be many sections dedicated to someone in particular, and all the books looked as ancient as she was in comparison to the humans. A few people gave her strange looks as she struggled on her tiptoes to reach the oldest looking book, which happened to be the largest. Finally, as if he read her mind, an extraordinarily tall gentleman pulled the book from its shelf by the spine and handed it down to her.

"Don't be so afraid to ask if you need help." He smiled, offering Sigyn his hand to shake. She gave a nervous smile and shook his hand.

"Thank you very much, I shall remember that advice for next time."

"You'll be visiting the old library again?" He questioned, standing back a step so that Sigyn had some space. She nodded her head and tried her best to seem not so scared.

"Most probably, I doubt there's much else for me to do."

"I've never seen you in here before?"

"I moved here recently to live with my husband." She explained, figuring that there was at least enough truth in that. She had moved to the city to be with her husband, even if it was under the most uncertain circumstances.

"Husband? You're too young to be married, you're playing me for a fool." He laughed, "Next you'll be saying the lucky man is King Loki himself."

Sigyn gave a weak laugh, and his laugh grew even louder as she looked uncertain,

"Your husband is King Loki? Well that's not the first time I've heard that line. Probably not even the first time today!"

"Hmm." Sigyn laughed weakly again and tried her best to leave without being impolite, but he stopped her before she could.

"Well, Bride of Loki," he was sarcastic now, and Sigyn felt herself become self conscious again, "What's your name?"

"Sigyn, Sigyn Freyjasdottir." She answered, and he nodded his head, eyes still filled with humour.

"Strange name." He said, offering his hand again "My name's Wade. Wade Wilson."

"Lovely to meet you." Sigyn shook his hand, and took a step back as soon as she did so, "I really do have to go though."

"To meet your husband?" He lifted an eyebrow, his smile showing that he didn't believe her. Sigyn would have been offended if she hadn't had been in such a rush to get away from there, and as soon as his head turned and he waved her off, she had walked straight out of the library with her book in hand, the clerk at the main desk had just allowed her to leave, and Sigyn wasn't exactly overjoyed at the idea of going back to tell them which she had borrowed. They probably had hundreds of copies anyway. She climbed the stairs that she hoped would lead her to the wing her chambers were in; and with lucky she'd actually remembered the way. Probably only because she'd seen the entrance to the tower she'd tried to jump off and the awful feeling that came over her made her walk the other way.

The door to her room came into view, and Sigyn held the heavy book under her arm as she pushed through the door, only to come face to face with what she could only describe as chaos. Everything was a mess, nearly completely destroyed. the bed was overturned, the vanity smashed and everything else was pulled apart. Her eyes grew wide as Sigyn saw the open balcony doors hidden by the large white curtains that fluttered and floated around. She sucked in a deep breath, stepping over the carnage as she made her way to the doors.

And just as she had hoped, and feared; Loki stood with his hands on the wall, looking out over the gardens. She moved closer again, holding her hand out as if she could touch him, but never moving close enough to do so. He stayed silent for a moment, and Sigyn suspected he didn't even know she was there. But she was wrong.

"A kiss from a soldier." He stated, and Sigyn brought her hand to her mouth and closed her eyes in shame. He knew.

"Loki-"

"The Goddess of Fidelity cannot keep her body to herself."

"You-"

"Tell me, is it love, or simply something to satisfy you whilst I am not there."

"It was only a kiss.." She stammered, and Loki let out a sharp laugh.

"A kiss speaks a thousand words, Sigyn."

"I've never laid my hands on another man in my life," Her voice began to grow louder and she was terrified it would break; and just her luck - it did, "Whereas you are happy to lay your hands on whatever woman has low enough esteem."

"Fight fire with fire? Is that your new philosophy?" His tone was crude and cruel, and Sigyn felt her eyes sting from the hot tears that were ready to flow. But she would try her best not to let him see her cry, not again. He was mean, but she could be to. But the only difference is; she didn't want to be.

"Loki, stop-"

"You are the Goddess of Loyalty, Sigyn. And if you cannot be loyal, then what hope is there for the rest of us?" He spoke bitterly and Sigyn felt a tear run down her cheek as she bit down on her tongue. "You are a liar, Sigyn."

"No-"

"A whore."

"Stop!" She cried, and she was sure Loki would laugh; but he didn't. Instead her slowly turned around as Sigyn began to shout, careful not to be too loud incase someone heard them. They were technically outside of course, "I am not a whore. I've never so much as been more than kissed by anyone but you. I've never so much as loved someone, as much as I do you."

"Then why, Sigyn?" He asked solemnly, his voice grew darker and Sigyn felt fear rise in the pit of her stomach, "Explain to me that."

"Perhaps because I knew that it would hurt you." She spoke quietly, her arms around herself as she bit back against the cold and the tears began to flow, Loki's face hardened for moments before she finally forced herself to speak again, and then it grew softer. "So that perhaps you would know what it feels like. Or because I was terrified."

He stared, his eyes piercing hers before he turned his gaze to the side, sucking in a deep breath through his nose and he looked down, Sigyn scrunched her face up as the tears continued to fall, and she felt the crying noises rise in her throat.

"I'm sorry." She almost whimpered, knowing for a fact that she sounded pathetic, but it didn't stop her, "I'm sorry that I could hurt you in such a way."

Loki lifted his hand to his face, and then dropped it, he became restless and bit down on his cheek and closed his eyes; opening them again before he drove his fingers through his hair and closed them again. Sigyn could see his uneasiness, and reached out to grab his spare hand. She had at first expected him to push her way, maybe throw her over the balcony if he had been anymore angry, but instead he squeezed her hand tightly before he pulled her in closely and wrapped his arms tightly around her body, falling to the floor on his knees as Sigyn placed her arms around his shoulders and buried her face in the crook of his neck.

"Even when you're unfaithful, you are still loyal." He muttered, his lips finding the skin of her neck before he pulled here away, placing his forehead against hers, "I apologize for mistrusting you."

"And you call me a beautiful fool." She smiled through the tears which were beginning to stop, and he smiled sadly too, placing a kiss against her lips as he leaned forward, laying her against the stone floor. He leaned over her, knees on the ground beside her body as he placed soft kisses against her mouth, his fingertips were gentle as the traced down her body, hitching her dress up very slowly, until it was pooled around her waist. Sigyn gently nipped at the skin of his neck as Loki leaned closer, his fingers pulling down the flimsy material and finally from her body, he flung them towards the open doors and slid one arm under her body, careful to protect her from the hard floor as his spare hand expertly, and softly he brushed his fingers over her. Sigyn closed her eyes, pressing butterfly kisses to the soft skin just under his ear, and he gave a smile of satisfaction, he pulled back, placing another soft kiss against her lips as he slowly pushed a finger inside, smiling as Sigyn's tear stained cheeks and tear filled eyes closed, her hips moved upwards slowly as Loki gently covered her mouth with his own, fingers delving in and out slowly as Sigyn let out sighs of pleasure, he let his finger curl inside her, and Sigyn's blue eyes opened to show her overcome with lust. Her lips half open as he hands traced down his back, and before he could stop himself; he'd grabbed her by the hips, and slowly pushed himself in, eyes closed as he revelled in the feeling.

"Please.." She muttered to no one in particular, her legs wrapped around his waist as he stated still, forehead resting against her shoulder as Sigyn writhed beneath him. "Please.." She muttered again.

"Please, who?" He said suddenly, a predatory smile appearing on his lips as he lifted his head, and Sigyn gave him a smile and a small laugh in return, he let out a faux dark almost growl like noise when she didn't say anything, and Sigyn laughed lightly again, which turned into a gasp as he titled her lips, "Title, Sigyn."

"Please, my King." She smiled again, which soon turned into just an open mouth as her eyes closed when he slowly withdrew, only to enter her again fully a few moments later, his lips were one hers once more as Sigyn pushed her hips up to meet his, passionate but slow. Their clothes didn't get in the way of their movements, and before she knew it Sigyn was gasping and mumbling nonsense in pleasure, and Loki followed soon after, his movements were firm and wild - but gentle, his kisses were strong but caring, and his lust was unrestrained; but careful. With every moment he thrust deeper inside, and Sigyn felt herself become lost in a flurry of feelings, she found herself to become an unravelled collection of sighs and moans in his grasp.

And soon, Loki's breath become strained gasps as he tiled her hips up towards his, plunging in deeper with every movement his body made, until he felt he could go on no longer, his breath and kisses clouded her neck as he pleasure soaked voice whispered his name repeatedly, her entire body began to shake as her thighs pressed into his hips, and he followed after, holding himself firmly against her hips as he remained silent, biting into his lip as the feeling slowly ebbed away, and they were left in pools of their own desire.

"I assume you shall have to remain in my chambers from now on." He spoke after several moments, and Sigyn nodded her head breathlessly as she tried to force a smile onto her face, he placed his head against her shoulder for a moment before he decided to rise to his feet, staring down with a satisfied smile as Sigyn still lay against the floor, dress over her waist and underwear halfway across a destroyed room. All in a days work, he smirked.

"I suppose." She mumbled, sitting up, Loki offered her his hand, and she took it after she'd grabbed her book from the side of her body.

"And I assume you shall need lots of rest before tomorrow."

"What happens tomorrow?"

"There's a solstice festival, and I'd be honoured if you were to accompany me." He smirked again, and Sigyn gave him one of the first genuine grins she felt in a long time, nodded her head as she placed her hand in his.

"I would love to." And with that, he kissed her.

I had to add Wade in here, he's appeared in Avengers comics after all and he's one of my favourites, but he's not a big character at all so don't get your hopes up!

It's awfully late and I really don't have the time to reply, but seriously thank you all so very very much! It does mean a lot, and I constantly say it, but thank you all so much and I swear that I shall reply to you all in my next chapter!