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The salt spray of the sea touched her perfect skin as the sun shinned its brightest upon the glistening sand as though it were diamonds. High above, soaring almost at the same level as the clouds were the gulls, calling loudly the tune of the sea. The refreshingly cool waves crashed against the sand, causing a white foam to bring about a brush of small seashells and little bits of seaweed with it. She stood there amongst it all, looking out to horizon, the grand, open space that was the un-reachable by foot, but by boat...she could see herself sailing in one of those long boats her uncle spoke of being on. Out to where the sun kissed the ocean's surface, out where it seemed there was no limit, beyond what Sigyn could see. She saw it, she imagined it. Her freedom, her life beyond this. She took in a deep breath and smiled at the thought.
That peace was disturbed, however, but not to her disappointment, rather to her liking. Arms wrapped around her torso, picking her up like she was weightless and carrying her towards the ocean. "Standing and watching isn't going to do it," he said as he forced himself deeper and deeper into the water. "You have to go grab what you see. Take you and I, for example," he further explained, and the water was now knee deep, brushing her dress slightly. "I saw you just standing there, admiring the divine view and I could no longer stand it. So I just scooped you up in my arms, and now...well..." he chuckled, "here we are."
Sigyn proceeded to bang her fists against his strong arms, but he would simply not budge. He had a good grip on her, but she was in no way prepared to go into the water. "Loki," she laughed as he brought her further and further into the salty sea she lived just mere seconds away from. Matter of fact, her bedchambers had an ocean view and that is what she would look at every night, right before she should close her eyes and drift away into slumber. "Please," she continued to laugh. "I'm in a dress!"
"And I'm in my boots, breeches and tunic, yet I am not complaining," he rebuffed, and before she could protest any longer, Loki let himself plop into the water, dragging her down with him so both were chest deep into the refreshing waters that swayed back and further. Clear and calm on that summer day, able to see their own bodies and soaked clothes just below the surface of it. Oh, Loki could be such a pest at times and pick the worst moments to want to go for a swim. Now was one of the times, but Sigyn couldn't be that mad. After all, he was the most interesting person she has ever met and none of her other friends had the same sense of joy and wonder in life. Were not as random as he was, just flying with the winds and tides, rolling with them, not fighting against them. That is what made him interesting. That is what made him so special.
And now they sat in the water, Loki resting on his bottom as Sigyn's legs wrapped around his being, she straddling his waist as her arms locked behind his neck. He was forced to look up at her if he wanted to meet her gaze, but he did not mind. Not one bit.
"You had to do that?" Sigyn questioned. "You had to?" Loki's lips extended into a full mouth smile. "You had to just drag me out here and get my gown all wet and ruined? Salt water is not the best for garments, Loki. You would know that, you are a prince. You know my grandfather is going to kill you, then me, and then you again. It is no laughing matter!" And yet, Loki still smiled until Sigyn's rants concluded.
"You are like your mother in so many ways, you know that?" he asked, still smiling like and idiot. Sigyn rolled her eyes. She hated being compared to her mother and Loki knew that. "You both fret over the silliest things like clothes and jewels and other pointless things that can be mended. You have hundreds of dresses, Sigyn, and look glorious in every single one of them. However-"
"Oh, there is a 'however' to this?" she asked annoyed and Loki bowed his head, still smiling.
"Yes, there is. However ... you only have one life." Her anger began to sink away. "Why spend it worrying about the hundreds of dresses instead of the very few moments? Moments like, spending time with family, enjoying the sea, or loving people ... falling in love with people." He lifted a hand from the water and pushed back a stray curl from Sigyn's hair that fluttered in the breeze. She blushed at the action. "... Marrying someone ... making a family of your own."
"I will," Sigyn said, not catching on to Loki's words. "Just not at the moment. I am too young to be worrying about weddings and babies and all that other noise. I want to spend some time thinking about myself." Loki raised a brow and gave her a playful look. "And you, of course. My best friend in all nine of the worlds."
He chuckled and rocked himself forward so that she went under the water briefly before he pulled himself back, brining her out drenched and with an even more enraged look etched on her face. Loki was too busy laughing his ass off to take note of the fact Sigyn did not look all that pleased with her drenched hair and salted face.
"That's how you want to play, fine," she growled. She thrusted herself forward and pinned Loki down under the water, letting him up to breathe after her holding him for three seconds or so. He bursted up and released his hold on Sigyn's hips for a moment, just so he could brush back his befallen red hair that had landed in his eyes.
Sigyn smirked at him that winning grin Loki always showed to her after he got away with pulling some prank on someone, whoever it may be. He couldn't fight it. Not after seeing that.
He grabbed her tightly and laid flat on his back, bringing them both under the water, and she laughing with glee as he did so, managing to free herself from his hold and run. But he chased after her, running through the waters, after the beauty with the brown hair and the golden eyes, chasing her across the sunset and through the great ocean. Splashing and laughing, and spending the entire sunset together, never once frowning or growing board of the other. Sigyn was happy. Loki was happy. Everything was just perfect.
And as Njord looked out from his home, gazing at the two who played nonstop in the sands, he wondered if he would ever see the two together. Every mounted as one to society and ever free to live their lives with no strings to hold them back. It was clear that Loki loved Sigyn, and it was clear that Sigyn loved Loki, even if she didn't know it. Usually, Njord would call Sigyn in now that the sun had taken its rest in the distance, but why spoil the fun? After all, Sigyn was her happiest whenever Loki was around, and it was very rare that Sigyn was ever happy. So, he decided to just let them be as he knew Loki could never harm his darling Sigyn.
So the two continued to play until they grew tried of running. To which then, Sigyn's teeth began to chatter and she began to jump up and down in her place in the water. "Loki," she squeaked. "I'm cold."
"I can see that," he said as he approached her. "Your lips are blue and you are shivering." He stopped in front of her and asked her without words. She held her arms out to him, wiggling her fingers and groaning slightly, telling him that she allowed it this time. So, with ease, Loki scooped her up into his arms once more, but in a bridal hold as to make sure she was comfortable and began to take her out of the sea.
"You are so light, sweet Sigyn," he said as he walked and looked longingly into her eyes. "That's not very good for one who is to be a part of her mother's all women army." She rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"I don't wanna talk about that right now," she stated. "I just want to focus on my time with you." He would have blushed had he not fought back the notion.
They emerged from the waters and Loki took a seat in the sand, still holding Sigyn close as he used his magic to whisk into something far more comfortable. Out of her drenched clothes and into one of Loki's dry, warm, red tunics and new pair of panties at that as well. She looked to him when he made the quick change and raised a brow.
"Wow, thought of everything had you?" she asked and he snickered in pure delight.
"I have to make sure you are comfortable in all places, including there," he teased and she rolled her eyes playfully, smirking.
He had changed himself as well, flashing on a new pair of breeches, but leaving his chest bare, allowing all the scars to be seen from where it was pain had been inflicted upon him. Sigyn stared at them as Loki conjured up his blanket from his bed, the large red one that he found to be the softest of all those that he contained. He wrapped it snuggly around the two as Sigyn pulled the extra long sleeves on her on the tunic more tightly, covering her hands more than they were already covered. So adorable, and Loki even smiled despite him not even looking fully at her, yet he was able to see it.
"There," he said once he was sure they were wrapped up securely. "You warm?" he asked her and she nodded, letting her dried curls bound with her head.
"Very much, thank you," she replied as Loki's only response was a smile and a groan. He leaned his head on her shoulder as he held her still in his arms, daring not to let her go. He could have fallen asleep there, could have drifted away with her, but he did no such thing for she spoke and he was all too willing to listen.
"Loki," she asked and he groaned once more to let her know he was listening. "You never did tell me what happened to you. That year you went missing. It happened so recently, I know that, but you never told me what happened and I just really want to know."
He didn't tell her because it involved Angrboda and he did not wish for her to find about his wife just yet.
"Ah, Sigyn," he said, snuggling up to her, closer. "There is not that much to tell. My father tortured me. There is nothing left to say."
"Yes, there is." She was persistent. "I mean, look at you." She gestured to his chest. "Look at what they have done to you. I have seen you shirtless before you left to return to Jotunheim and I am seeing you shirtless after your return. You came back in pain, limping. Jocelyn had been healing you for days. Your leg, I have noticed, is rather bum and you have scars. So many scars." Tears pricked at her eyes and Loki sensed it, lifting his head to look at her. "Why all the scars?" she asked, letting the tears leak from her eyes. "You have so many scars."
She went to full blown crying, wrapping her arms around his neck as Loki pulled her into an embrace, burying his nose into her hair as to smell the ocean scent that claimed her locks as its home.
"Oh, Sigyn," he spoke, "please don't cry." And very softly, so that she could not even hear it, he said; "Baby, please don't cry."
"How could I not?" she wept, holding his tighter, running her fingers through his hair with one hand as the other stroked his back through the tunic's sleeve. "You are my best friend. I care about you so much. You were gone for an entire year and I was left to wonder if you would come back alive ... or if they would send back your corpse."
Loki pulled her in tighter before releasing his hold, extending her so that he could look into her eyes and wipe away the tears with his thumbs. "Hey, Sigyn, look at me," he spoke, grabbing her eyes with his. "I am here," he said. "I am fine. I am alive. I am well ... I am with you. Everything is fine. Everything will be just fine because I am back, Sigyn. I am back ... and I am not going anywhere. Okay? I am not leaving you ever again. Alright? I am never, ever going to leave you. I am staying right here." He smirked. "You are stuck with me."
She gave a small giggle, but still continued to cry, looking to his chest and bitting her bottom lip harshly. "It's not right," she spoke through her sobs. "It just isn't right. How could they do such a hideous thing to such a beautiful person?" she asked and Loki smiled sadly, stroking her hair with a tender hand and shaking his head.
"I was already cracked," he confessed. "I guess they figured they could break me."
Sigyn sniffled more, feeling her nose beginning to run, and covering it in shame. "Oh, gods," she cursed as Loki continued to gaze at her and stroke her hair. "Use my tunic," he said simply and Sigyn shook her head, too embarrassed to do so. "Sigyn, it's fine. You mean more to me than a shirt. I have a hundred of those and only one Sigyn. You mean more to me than some shirt." She pulled on the sleeve and used it to wipe her nose, fighting back the tears more as they only wished to leak from her eyes.
"Oh, Loki," she whispered, blinking some of the tears away. "I don't know what I would do if I lost you. You are my best friend." He smiled, growing so attached to her and his heart raced in his chest. "You are my best friend too, Sigyn," he replied with a cracked voice. "But, don't you worry. Because I said it before and I will say it again-" he grabbed her face in his hand and looked fiercely into her eyes. "I am never, ever going to leave you, Sigyn. I am staying right here. I could never leave my sweet Sigyn behind." She giggled barely, lost in his vision and saw her reflection in his eyes. She knew he cared about her more than words could describe and she was so sure that she felt the same way.
"Lay down," she said. Without asking, Loki lowered himself into the sand under the blanket as Sigyn climbed about his body, positioning herself beside him and skimming her fingertips over his chest. Over the scars.
"I want you to tell me what caused them," she said. "And for every one that you tell me how they formed, I will heal," she said and Loki grew confused, but just went along with it. "Alright," he agreed.
The first scar Sigyn touched was one on his left hip that appeared to be brown and black, discolored and gross. She looked to Loki and he breathed slightly. "Torch. I was burned," he said. Sigyn nodded and brought her face towards his skin. He sat up, abruptly, stopping her before she could preform the act. "No, no, Sigyn," he said, grabbing her shoulders, but not harshly. "You don't have to do that. It's okay-"
"Exactly, Loki," she said in response. "It's okay. Let me do this. I want to help."
"You being here is enough. Sigyn, you do not-"
"Loki." She brought a finger to his lips to silence him and took charge of the situation. "Lay down," she ordered and he obeyed. Loki allowed his body to lay back down as Sigyn went back to the burn on his left hip. Tenderly, softly, she placed a kiss upon it, letting her lips linger for five seconds or so before releasing their touch on the wound and dragging her fingers back across Loki's damaged torso. He had flinched, bit his lips as to hide his discomfort. He did not want Sigyn feeling as though she had to wait on him hand and foot, nor did he want her touching all the horrid scars, but she insisted and so he went on, not daring to argue with her. Not now.
She reached another. A white, blister looking marking that Loki flinched at when she touched. It was larger than the burn mark, took up more space on the once flawless man's torso. She looked to Loki and he spoke. "Salt and ice burn." She leaned forward and kissed Loki's wound before proceeding onto the next one, each marking worse than the last.
"Dagger."
"Impalement."
"Whip."
"Cat."
"Ridding crop."
"Fist."
"Sword."
"Fire."
All in all, every wound he received was thrusted upon him for the same reason. Hate. Loki was despised for whatever reason by his father, his wife and so many others. He was wondering when it was his purpose had gone astray, but then again, he figured, it couldn't be all that bad. He still had her. He still had Sigyn and he had a feeling she wasn't going anywhere. After she had trailed over every scar, every mark and every imperfection, Sigyn fluttered her lips upon Loki's face; kissing his eyelids, his nose, his cheeks and jaw. Her small kisses told him that she wasn't going anywhere. Her small kisses brought him back to life.
It was silent as Loki made his way towards the All-Father, the crowd of people surrounding them completely breathless as they saw the rage that grew within him. He was beyond mad. He was furious. And having to obey their Prince, the prison guards that once held Fandrid and Vali made their way towards Heimdall, grabbing him in their arms as he fought against the restraints.
"You cannot truly believe his word against mine," Heimdall protested as he was beginning to be dragged away. "He is the God of Lies! He has told more lies than there are stars in the sky! He is a liar! I am noble! I am honorable!"
"You are a murderer!" Loki roared back at him, letting his true power of ruling shine through, letting all know just how much he contained and how unafraid he was to use it. Not very often did Loki called upon his title as the Prince of Asgard to get what he desired, but when he did, he held nothing back.
"You are an abuser! You show no respect for women or anything they do! You say I am against them! That I have no respect for them! I lived as one! I know what they go through! I know what they suffer through! I despise men like you who show them no curtesy unless it provides you with an opportunity to get into their skirts!
"No need to drag him down to the cells for I will conduct the trial right here! Right now! I have all the witnesses I need! All the proof I need!"
"What makes you believe you have that right?" Odin barked from his throne. "You are to be executed on this day, you have no ability to conduct any trial."
"I beg to differ, Odin," Loki laughed, turning back to the All-Father. "According to Asgard Law, under the Execution Act, you must give me twenty four hours before my beheading as to bid my family and loved ones a fair well. And under the Asgard Law, the Proclamation of Criminal Justice Trials Act, even if a Prince of Asgard may be sentenced to death or imprisonment, before that sentence is carried it, they are to bring forward as many trails as they please."
"That is a load of crap!" Odin barked, but he was proven wrong by the next small voice that emerged.
"No, my King, I am afraid he speaks true," Frigga stated as she sat in her own throne, far much smaller than that of her husband's. "The Law plainly states that under Article Five. Not only does it state that, but it also says that the All-Father or ruling official of Asgard may not infringe upon the Justice process during that time."
Odin's anger bubbled and boiled, becoming well known to everyone who sat in the pews watching the trial unfurl, leaving them to second guess everything they thought they knew about their golden realm.
"Apparently everyone is out to get you, All-Father," Loki teased. "Even your Queen."
Odin's face was turning red as smiles began to slither onto the faces of all those that were on Loki's side, watching with glee as the Lord of Lies got his way.
"I am also allowed to schedule a court date and I schedule it for today and now. Guards, please bring the accused forward," Loki demanded, and the guards obeyed. They began to haul Heimdall back to the position in the middle of the room, to be judged by all. To let the truth run free.
"You think I will stand here and let this happen?" Odin questioned as his tightened grip on his spear grew much more harsh, making his knuckles whiten. While many would fear the King, despite his age, Loki showed no sign of it. He was not afraid of Odin. He never was.
"You are more than welcomed to sit if you like," Loki addressed him. "However, you are free to go as well. You do not need to be here, All-Father, you can leave if you so desire. I do not need you to conduct this trial. I can do it myself."
"Then you shall."
"And so I will." Loki turned his attention back to Heimdall and smiled.
"State your name," he ordered and Heimdall did as he was bid.
"Lord Heimdall, Gatekeeper of Asgard."
"And what a marvelous job you do," Loki added quickly, throwing Heimdall off base. "Tell us, Heimdall, who it was you were to be married to on the morrow."
Heimdall scrunched his nose and furrowed his brow. "You very well know who. The Princess Sigyn of Vanaheim."
"Indeed. And how did this arrangement come to be, might I ask?"
"Her mother, Lady Freya of the Vanir had asked me if I would hold the honor in marrying her daughter."
"And you said yes?"
"What else was I suppose to say?"
"How about; no?"
Heimdall smiled and shook his head. "Why in any realm would I say no?"
"Why did you say yes?"
"Why would you, Lord Loki? You made it very clear that you would be more than willing to marry the Lady Sigyn."
"As I so proudly do. I would marry the Lady Sigyn in a heartbeat. I would marry her today if I could." And from where Fandrid held Sigyn in his arms, she blushed. Her good friend continued to hold her, stroke her arm as the trial further progressed. "I would marry her because I love her more than anything. Even more than myself. But you do not love her."
"I love her very much."
"Oh, shut up with the lying. You cannot lie to me, Heimdall. No matter how noble or how honorable you claim to be, I am the God of Lies, you said so yourself. And as such, I know when someone is lying to me and when someone is not, and you ... dear Heimdall, you are a dreadful liar. Now, why don't you tell us the truth? Why were you going to marry the Lady Sigyn?"
"I love her," Heimdall ensured.
"No, you do not. Tell us, why were you going to marry her."
"I love her."
Loki's rage grew as he approached Heimdall, making ice crawl up the backs of every being in that room. Even Sigyn grew on edge, but not because of Loki. Because of what Loki might do, how he might get the truth to emerge from Heimdall's lips. Loki knew a thing or two about torture. He endured far more than many people do. He would be able to make Heimdall squeal.
"Why were you going to marry her?" Loki repeated the question.
"I love her," Heimdall replied.
"Why were you going to marry her?" Loki was getting closer.
"I love her."
And when Loki was in Heimdall's face, the Gatekeeper still held that smirk proudly, not appearing to be frightened by Loki in anyway possible. He showed no emotions and held nothing, but true hate towards the God of Mischief, ruining his life as much as he possibly could.
"Why were you going to marry her?" Loki growled into Heimdall's face. And just when the Gatekeeper was about to repeat the three little words he has been reciting like a memorized prayer, the moment Heimdall opened his mouth, Loki shoved his hand into it.
Heimdall began to choke and gag as Loki's hand reached into his throat and the other grabbed his head tightly, extracting, pulling, forcing something out from the Gatekeeper's brain. He tugged and pulled as Heimdall begged for air with his coughs and his hands, trying to pull Loki off of him, but to no avail.
"What is he doing?" Sigyn whispered to Fandrid, who smiled smugly down at her, sharp with a reply.
"As God of Lies, Loki has the ability to extract memories and the truth from those who refuse to speak it. He is pulling out the truth from Heimdall. He is extracting memories from Heimdall's brain to show to the judges. He's winning."
And sure enough, Loki pulled back from Heimdall, letting the Gatekeeper breathe, fall to his knees and gasp for air. Loki had all he needed and examined the two treasures he held in his hands. Each palm glowed with a radiant green light as Loki held them steady, admiring them, loving the feeling of holding them in his hands.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Loki proudly announced. "Here," he raised his left hand, "is Heimdall's truths, and here," he raised his other, "is Heimdall's memories." He turned back to the Gatekeeper, who frowned at him in rage, but too wounded, too out of it to stand and pounce. Loki was winning.
"Tell us again, dear Heimdall, why were you going to marry the Lady Sigyn?" he asked and blew the glowing, green magic he held in his left palm in Heimdall's direction, allowing it to be spoken. To be shared. And Heimdall was forced to speak the truth, forced to say it much to his dismay.
"Freya let me lay with her if I promised to marry her daughter," he said, causing gasps and horror to fill the courtroom. Loki smiled at his words and twiddled with Heimdall's memories in his palm.
"Yes, I thought that might be the reason." Loki looked to Hod who smiled at him before turning to Fandrid, who bowed his head to Loki's great scheme.
"How about the abuse you brought upon Sigyn?" Loki added to which Heimdall shook his head.
"I never harmed Sigyn," he coughed as he regained his balance.
"Oh, come now, Heimdall. You were on a great truth streak so far. Do not spoil it now," Loki pressed, but Heimdall still refused.
"I never hurt her. I only held Sigyn with tenderness and kindness. Despite the marriage being arranged and me desiring her mother's body, I still cherished Sigyn. She was innocent and I could never dream of hurting her."
Loki rolled his eyes and waved his palm about. "I guess we'll just have to see for ourselves, then," Loki said as he let the memories fly and form into the air above the courtroom.
Sure enough, the green light grew brighter and larger, expanding as it began to form more of a large, green movie screen. And in the middle, the horror film that was began to play. Sigyn was in the rain, crawling to some safety, lifting her hand and attempting to write the message to Loki before her wrist was snapped by Heimdall's hand. Showed the court how Heimdall beat her, drowned her in the puddle to a point where she could no longer breathe. To the point where she had been flooded.
Loki flashed the image after that, turning back to Heimdall and looking to him in disgust and revulsion. "There was more," Loki hissed. "But I did not wish to show it. It is far too horrid for one to witness. I would never dear show my Sigyn in such a state."
And Sigyn felt the tears prick at her eyes at the mere memory, Fandrid sensing that and so pulling her into a more tight embrace. When would it be over?
"How do we know," Hemidall spoke, "that you did not alter the memories? How do we know that you did not use some Jotun magic to change them?"
"You bastard!" Njord bursted from his seat in the pews. "You beat my little girl! You ruined her! I'll kill you before I let you get away with this!"
"Grandfather," Sigyn whispered, and squirmed out of Fandrid's hold. She scurried over to Njord, opening her arms to him, showing him she was fine. She was alive and that she was being taken care of. She ran into her grandfather's arms, holding him tightly and whispering words of relaxation in his ears. "Let Loki handle this. He's got this," she said and he agreed, sinking back into his seat as he still held his darling Sigyn in his arms, stroking her brown hair gently.
Loki turned his attention away from Njord and his love, looking back to Heimdall as everyone began to gaze at their thumbs, feeling the intensity in all that was taking place in the courtroom.
"I can assure you and the court that I did not alter the memories at all," Loki vowed with a tint of mischief in his words.
"And how could you assure that?" Heimdall questioned, forgetting one, tiny, little detail.
"Pull down your breeches," Loki tempted and the smirk Heimdall once had on his face faltered in half a second.
"I am not a queer, like you, Loki. I do not fancy men." Heimdall did his best to avoid the subject, but nothing was getting past Loki. Nothing like this. He was too engaged.
"Oh, come on. Do not be ashamed, good Heimdall. Please, remove your breeches for the court," Loki insisted, but Heimdall shook his head.
"I am not going to do that. It is wrong. I will not do it to please you." The tenseness in the room grew so thick, it was as though you could reach out and grasp it with your hands.
It seemed the trial would be going nowhere until Hod stood from his seat in the sectioned off box with the rest of the judges.
"Do not do it for the Lord Loki," Hod spoke. "Do it to please the court. Please, Noble Heimdall, remove your breeches should it prove someone's case."
All grew onto the edge of their seats, clawing at the arms of their chairs. Heimdall's lungs began to flood with nerves as his face blanched and his pulse throbbed loudly in his ears. His breathing grew rapid and his brow began to sweat.
"You will not do it, will you?" Loki spoke, clasping his hands behind his back and giving Heimdall a twisted look. "No, you will not do it. You know why you will not do it?" Ears poked up as Heimdall shook his head, bitting his lip harshly. Begging, but Loki would not cave. "He will not do it because what I did to him as revenge for what he did to my Sigyn on that night."
"And what did you do, Lord Loki?" Hod asked, allowing Loki to smile and speak what he so desperately wanted to say.
Loki turned back to the court, smiling wickedly, getting pure joy out of it. "To ensure he never got the great feeling of release again. To ensure that he should never feel the warmth and love of a woman again ... I cut off his manhood."
The crowd gasped as some began to laugh. Loki walked a little bit taller leaning against the judges's box, watching as Heimdall's life crumbled around him. His great lie, his perfect plan had fallen. Loki was finally, finally, getting what he deserved and desired. He was getting his life back.
"Lord Heimdall," Hod spoke up over the uproar in the crowd. "Is it true?"
Heimdall looked to Loki who snickered calmly at his great, sweet victory. He mouthed the words, admit it towards the fallen Gatekeeper, who caved. He agreed.
"Aye," he muttered. "Tis true."
Loki had won his case.
Proud and strong, true and fierce, Loki nearly skipped proudly back towards the middle of the courtroom and Sigyn rolled her eyes playfully at Loki's enjoyment.
"And so, Heimdall is found guilty on all charges presented against him, do the judges agree?" Loki asked, and having no choice, they caved. They agreed. All of them. Loki had officially won.
"And so, as victim of the case, does the Lady Sigyn which to enact Loki's Mercy Law?" he asked, turning swiftly towards Sigyn, his voice ringing like a bell. She stood up from her place in the pews beside her grandfather, smiling wildly and nodded.
"Aye, I do. I wish to enact Loki's Mercy Law," Sigyn cheered, bringing grins to Fandrid, Jorge, Jocelyn, Vali, Hod, and Frigga's faces.
Loki extended his hands out to her, allowing her to grasp them as he pulled her close to him so she may whisper her desires into his ear, making his smile grew to its breaking point, as though his face might crack in two. "Naughty girl," he teased into her ear, making her giggle. And, very quickly, before he pulled away from her, Loki gave her bottom a gentle tap and raced back to the middle of the courtroom.
"The Lady Sigyn wishes to enact Loki's Mercy Law, under these terms. First, Heimdall, having received enough punishment, underwent corruption, and confessed to his crime, that he is to be imprisoned for one year so that the union that was to be between Heimdall and the Lady Sigyn is terminated. And, in addition to that, all crimes against the Lady Sigyn and, myself, the Lord Loki is to be terminated as well and I be denounced from the death sentence. And, in addition to that, the Lady Sigyn and the Lord Loki shall be freed from any and all arranged marriages and shall find their own spouse in their own time. This is what she decrees, does the court find it just?"
And while most of the judges agreed, Odin spat on the idea. "I do not find it just, Loki. So, I guess you must alter your terms." But Loki simply laughed at Odin's protest.
"I need to alter nothing, All-Father. Because, it states in Asgard Law that if the All-Mother and the Princes of Asgard find the terms of Loki's Mercy Law just, then the All-Father's disagreement is discarded and the terms enacted under Conditions of Laws, Article Three. So, I ask thee, my brother, Thor, do you find the terms just?"
Being noble and true, Thor had no choice, but to cave. "Aye, tis just," Thor agreed.
"Brother Balder?" Loki questioned.
Being married to Nana, and having his wife peer at him from the pews, Balder bowed his head. "Aye, tis just," he agreed.
"Brother Hod?" Loki questioned.
Without needing a second thought, Hod bowed and smiled. "Aye, tis just."
"And, just for good measure, Brother Vali," Loki pointed to Vali who nearly jumped up and down at that.
"Aye, tis just," Vali sung.
Loki turned swiftly on his heels, looking to his mother and with wide eyes, like when he was a boy, Loki begged her and pleaded with her.
"All ... Mother," he spoke with his voice nearly cracking. He just needed her. Just her vote and he would be free. They would be able to be happy; Sigyn and him.
"What say you?" he asked.
Frigga looked to her husband, then back at Loki, showing no expression as she glanced back and forth, between them. After moments of silence, of chills, and the edges being gripped ... Frigga smiled and said;
"Aye ... Tis Just."
"MARRY ME!"
Loki jumped! Cheering! Applauding loudly as he sang, his voice reaching the tops of the trees, sweeping away the angels of Valhalla as they watched with smiles on their faces and love in their hearts.
"MARRY ME! MARRY ME! MARRY ME!" he yelled as he raced towards Sigyn, the people in the courtroom applauding, their joy unparalleled by this than any celebration they have ever witnessed, any party they have every attended. This was, by far, the greatest of unions they have ever seen.
"SIGYN, MARRY ME!" he called as he scooped her up into his arms, spinning her around gracefully, making her weep with joy, tears streaming down her face.
"Marry me," he cried, his lashes soaking wet, his heart beating loudly and his emotions easily seen. He loved this girl so much, it has never been more clear.
"Oh, Loki," she wept, gazing deeply into his eyes, lost within them and holding him tightly. "Of course I will."
"You will?" he asked unable to believe it. To believe it was finally happening.
"Yes, Loki. Of course I will. I will marry you, Loki. I will marry you," she said, placing a kiss on his nose and resting her forehead on his.
"You'll marry me," he repeated, making it real to himself. Making it known. "You will marry me." His tears grew more rapid and his joy ripped through every emotion he ever had, this was the most intense. His stomach twisted, his heart melted and his gut fell. It was addicting and he never wanted the feeling to drift.
"This woman is going to marry me!" he shouted on the top of his lungs, letting all of the realms know that this was it.
Loki and Sigyn were getting married.
"This woman is going to marry me!" he shouted, and the courtroom grew into applauds.
Fandrid picked up his sister, spinning her around with joy. Jorge jumped from his seat, clapping and laughing in glee. Hod smiled, nodding in approval and taking his seat in the box. Vali leaned against the palace wall, breathing harshly as to calm his excitement, and Njord began to weep with pure happiness for his little girl. Frigga, she let a tear slip as her smile only grew.
Loki gazed deeply into Sigyn's eyes, getting lost within their pure gold pigment, wanting to gaze into those eyes forever. He held her close and tight, running his hands over her body to feel her.
She was finally his.
"I cannot wait to be married to you, my sweet Sigyn," he hummed to her.
"And I cannot wait to be married to you, my lovely Loki," she sung back.
They then sealed their love with a kiss.
One or two more chapters left. It isn't over yet, and let us not forget Part 2 that will be coming soon. Hope you guys enjoyed and thank you so much for all the support! Love you and thanks a million! Happy Superbowl everybody!