I'm going to add a series of warnings here, just to be safe: This chapter may have crossed the line into M rating, I'm really not sure, so if that makes you uncomfortable, just skip the italicised parts. This chapter contains hetero and homo sexual acts, as well as some transgender elements and mentions of threesomes (and all from the same characters). If these make you uncomfortable in any way, I'm sorry but I feel I did drop enough hints and references that this stuff shouldn't be a complete shock.

Enjoy!


Chapter 50 -The Sex Goddess

The air in the field was heavy with sweet and intoxicating scents, with large, shallow bowls of oil spread out across the grass waiting to be lit. Streams of silk wafted in the air around the boarder, more on poles hammered into the ground above everyone's heads. Under Loki's feet were buds of yellow flowers, sprinkled over the grass from one end to the other. He stepped carefully to avoid crushing them as he looked over the crowds of people making their way back towards the stage for the final night. All the children were gone, leaving only men and women, some in couples, others in groups, a few alone, sauntering to the central focus. Fountains had been erected, and were spouting more of the Vanirian drink, which people were playfully catching in cupped hands and drinking from as it trickled through their fingertips. In the softening glow of sunset, everything was dim and alluring, every face was beautiful and desirable.

"My…" sighed Aetril dreamily, "Such an enticing set up."

Loki smirked slightly, reminding himself that everyone around him, save his mother now, thought of Sigyn as a clueless virgin, who would need teaching in the ways of sexuality and desire. Even when she had been a virgin, Sigyn had understood sex like no one else Loki had ever known. Every step forward they had made in their physical relationship had been Sigyn leading Loki, guiding him, waiting for him. Sigyn might not know politics instinctively, and she might not be as naturally talented as Loki at wielding seiðr, but sex was something she understood absolutely. Loki had thought it a Vanirian trait, but having seen other Vanir women and men over the years, such as when Thor dragged him to what he called their 'free brothels' but were really places men and women went to for sexual fun, he knew that Sigyn was unique in her absolute understanding and love of sex and the emotions involved.

It made the fact that she had denied herself for forty years waiting for Loki to be ready all the more touching.

Loki's smile slipped as he looked at the stage, wondering if Sigyn would believe him if he went to her now and said he was himself again. No, she probably wouldn't. Loki would have to prove it to her, somehow, and until then he would have to sit and watch her, guilt heavy in his stomach.

The seats Loki had had crafted for his guests were gone, replaced with high and wide seats that were well spaced apart. The arms and wings of the chairs provided some privacy from every side, save for the front, but no one would be looking at them. They were deep, soft alcoves and Loki relaxed into his with a sense that he was sliding into a world all his own. He could not see his guests without half climbing out to peer around but he could hear Aetril's laugh of delight, followed by Cadoc's cackle of amusement. Cups of water and wine were nestled into holders in the side of the chair, just within reach of his hands. Loki hummed in amusement and sat back, peering at the stage curiously. It was dark at the moment, but no doubt would light up as soon as the sun's light was completely gone.

As Loki settled himself in the deep seat, he slipped his hand into his pocket and squeezed his fingers around the Crochan Orb. He wondered if he would be able to get more from the Dökkálfar in a trade. He had no idea how often he would need to use it, or how long it would take to reverse the process, he would need more.

An expectant hush fell over the field as the sun's tip vanished beneath the horizon. Darkness engulfed the field and they waited. Loki licked his lips nervously and could hear his heartbeat loud in his ears. As he stared into the darkness, the beat seemed to get louder, and he realised it wasn't his heart, it was drumming. Slow, loud drumming coming from a distance. As it came closer, it grew louder and faster, and Loki could feel his heart starting to pump in time with it, forcing his breathing to pick up as the drumming filled the field.

Fire erupted in the centre of the stage and Loki jumped. Ten young men, with broad, bare chests knelt on the stage, holding a torch each, their heads bowed. The drumming ratatatted and their heads snapped up. They leapt to their feet and bounded into the crowd in time with the beat, lighting the shallow bowls of oil as they passed them, filling the area with soft light and warm air. By the time they reached the other side the air was thick with a scent that made Loki's head spin and a soothing buzz flow through his veins. A lazy grin spread across his face, he knew that pungent scent.

The men stood in a semicircle along the border of the field and held their torches aloft. A loud tapping filled the field, then one of the men let out an unintelligible cry and the torches' flames shot upwards into huge columns of fire, which arched across the sky and landed on the stage, merging and swirling into a cyclone of heat. The tapping continued as the cyclone twisted, writhed, then bent inwards, shrinking down to the size of a person, and dispersed into nothing, revealing a single figure shrouded in black.

Only their hands, feet and eyes were visible among the black material as they stood in the centre of the stage, arms aloft and head turned to the side. Loki's breath caught in his chest as she turned her head sharply in time with a tinkling of bells, and her eyes opened to look straight at him. With her hair and face hidden behind a black veil, Sigyn stretched her arms outwards, as if to embrace the crowd and soft, seductive flutes began to play. The black material was only just tight enough to hint at her curves, otherwise she could have been anyone as she began to sway her hips, rolled her hands around each other and bend her back in time with the inviting music. With a sweep of one hand, she drew from the left wing of the stage three more women in all black, with a sweep of the other came three more from the right. The Ey's eyes were like sapphires against the black material as they moved in perfect time with Sigyn, soft lines and sweeping movements drawing the audience in as the music picked up very slightly. Sigyn ran her hands down her head, over her chest, her hips and her thighs, then seized the material with one hand and twirled on the spot. The black material pulled away, and disappeared into the delighted crowd, leaving Sigyn in a slightly shorter dress of dark blue. Her ankles and wrists were now visible, and Loki could see the tips of markings on her skin. He licked his lips again and rested one hand tentatively on his thigh, just below his hip.

His tongue followed the marks on her skin, starting from the tips and working his way to her breasts, her stomach, and her sex. Sigyn was panting loudly and tugging desperately on the silken ropes he had used to tie her hands to his bedposts. Loki grinned against her skin as she let out a particularly loud moan and arched her back. Loki ignored her obvious request by lifting her thigh and taking his time tracing the intricate patterns painted on the soft inner skin.

The music was picking up and the dancing was matching the new tempo, with Sigyn and her Ey pulling off the dark blue dress to reveal their forearms and calves under a bright, royal purple dress. Their faces were still shrouded in black, but Loki never lost sight of Sigyn once, he knew her body too well. Her bare feet stamped on the ground as she moved, twisting and arching her body in time with the music. Loki bit his lip as she ripped off the purple dress, exposing her knees and bottom of her thighs and her elbows and bottoms of her upper arms, intricately painted with red-brown patterns that grew larger and more intricate as they worked their way up. Their new dress was red. Loki's other hand rested on his other thigh, rubbing against the seam of his trousers a little. How far would the dresses rise?

Loki loved that moment when he reached out and started to undo Sigyn's clothes, unwrapping her from the dress that kept him from her skin. He always took his time, kissing and sucking on each piece of exposed skin, pushing Sigyn's hands away when she tried to undress him. He wanted his time, he wanted his prideful moments where he marked every part of her as his with his lips, his tongue and his teeth. No one else would touch her like he could. He would slid his hands under her skirts and unlace her underwear, dragging it down her thighs, pushing her onto her back on the bed so he could drag the underwear away. She would laugh and lie back, skirts bunched against her spread legs, lifting her head to smile at him, inviting him to come back to her, when he had taken a moment to enjoy the view.

The dresses went through green, then yellow. Sigyn stamped on the ground then stepped forward, her foot landing on air and remaining there. With frenetic energy, Sigyn and the Ey started to dance into the air, arching over the crowd, moving too fast for even the sneakiest youth to peek up the skirts. They ascended, then descended until they jumped and landed in a crouch on the royal plinth. Loki inhaled sharply as Sigyn landed so close she brushed his knees. After a moment, Sigyn lifted her head with all the regal air of a princess and her eyes sent a bolt of heat through him. The music lifted once more, soft, and gentle, and Sigyn rose to her feet. Behind the veil Loki knew she was smirking as she reached down and pulled at one of the laces holding her dress closed. Loki's eyes bugged out as she tugged at the dress, opening it a little. He could hear Cadoc and Aetril make soft noises of delight as the Ey did the same.

Sigyn's eyes never left Loki's as she pulled the next lace, and Loki shivered, wishing he could speak. The final lace was pulled and Sigyn swayed her hips as she turned on the spot, pulling the dress off slowly, giving Loki a perfect view of her shoulders and back as the dress slipped off and revealed a final dress, of gauzy white, through which he could see the flowers and animals and swirls of her tattoos. The yellow dress slipped lower and the white material was arranged just so, so that Sigyn's breasts and hips were concealed under thicker layers of white, but the rest of her skin was visible through a shimmering layer of gauze.

"You like them, don't you?" she laughed as Loki played with her breasts. They were in a bath in le château de Versailles, as guests of le Roi Louis le bien aimé. "You can't leave them alone."

"How can I not like them? They are beautiful, and when I play with them, you make such lovely little noises." To prove his point, he gave a little squeeze and she hummed quietly, arching her back against him. "They fit in my hands so well, like my hands were grown to hold them," he murmured into her neck, "It makes me believe we are built to fit each other."

"Do we not mould ourselves to fit each other?" she giggled, squirming against him. "Can I not shift my shape to accommodate you? We make ourselves fit because we wish to fit together."

"Ah, but does it not say something that we fit perfectly without alteration?" he purred, moving one hand to push her chin up, giving him better access to her neck.

Loki could barely hear the music anymore, not with his own heartbeat so loud in his ears, as the yellow dress pooled at her bare feet, releasing more white that tumbled down over her legs. Sigyn turned to face him again and Loki wanted to rip that veil off, he had to see her face. As if reading his mind, Sigyn twisted her legs and dropped into the deepest curtsy Loki had ever seen, dipping her head forward and exposing the tie that held the veil in place. Loki inhaled slowly, he could feel the others waiting for him to act, they would not remove their dancer's veil until he did. Mouth going dry, Loki reached out and pulled the tie loose. Sigyn looked up at him as the veil fell away, her eyes burning into him as Loki pulled the veil away completely. Her cream-coloured hair tumbled down her back and Loki reached out a slightly shaking hand to loosen it fully. It was soft and thick between his fingers as he pulled it forward over her shoulder, eyes fixed on her face.

The markings did not climb up to her neck, and her face was not painted, yet her skin seemed to glow like sunlight shining through honey. Loki reached up and caressed her cheek with his thumb. His fingertips sparked with magic and Sigyn blinked, which was just enough to make him remember himself. He crooked his fingers under her chin and pushed gently to get her to stand, half rising as if he expected to dance with her. Sigyn touched his lips with a finger and smiled, pushing him back into his chair. Sigyn started to sway slightly, her fingertip trailing down his lips and over his chin before retreating, and as she stepped backwards, her foot resting on air like it was solid, she began to sing. Her voice was low, deep and warm as she slowly pulled away from him, never breaking her gaze from his. Her bare feet stepped onto air as if it were solid as she swayed away from him. The Ey followed her back over the heads of the crowd, an invisible bridge carrying them back to the stage where they swayed and brushed their hands over their own faces, their own bodies. Sigyn had never looked as otherworldly as she did right there in Loki's eyes, and he was transfixed. The black veil was clenched in his right hand.

Loki kissed her desperately, his hands groping at her body, her dress, trying to get at her. He had to do this, he had to.

"Hmmm, Loki, slow down," she sighed, pushing him back.

"I don't want to," snapped Loki, pulling at her skirts. "I want to –want to-"

"Loki, I don't think you want this," she said gently, hands stroking his shoulders.

"Of course I do! How could I not?" Loki demanded, face burning as her hand slid down his chest, over his stomach to cup him between the legs.

"Your cock would disagree," she said bluntly, releasing him and sitting up, forcing him to sit back. "Loki, I will not lie with someone who must force themselves into it."

"I can do it! I just… I just need a minute," said Loki desperately, trying to think arousing thoughts. After a few moments Sigyn sighed and took his hand. She lifted it up and brought it down to his own crotch. Loki snatched his hand away. "What are you doing?"

"When was the last time you touched yourself?" asked Sigyn, narrow-eyed as she watched him. Loki flushed and shrugged,

"I don't do that. It's demeaning for a man to do so, when he should have a woman to do it for him."

"I am not your masturbation toy Loki!" snapped Sigyn, making him shrink back.

"I didn't mean it like that."

Sigyn sighed and shifted closer, resting her hand on his shoulder, pressing into his side, "I know, but you need to understand, I will not lie with someone who cannot enjoy his own body."

"But-"

Sigyn shushed him and pressed her fingers to his lips. "I know you feel your body betrayed you, I know you resent it for reacting to her touch, but it's been twenty years. You need to take it back."

Loki looked away, humiliated. Sigyn smiled and pressed her lips to his, gentle and soft. When she pulled back she said softly, "Let me show you."

Loki frowned in confusion, then his mouth went dry as Sigyn lay back on his pillows and slipped her hand under her skirts. Her eyelashes fluttered and she dropped her head back as she sighed with pleasure.

Loki swallowed dryly, reaching for some water as his other hand edged closer to his growing arousal. He could not take his eyes off his wife. There was unmistakable delight in Sigyn's eyes as she caressed her own body, running her fingers through her hair as she tipped her head back, the light catching on her throat. She seemed utterly caught up in her own touch and her singing, like she was seducing herself. Her hands had no boundaries, they were everywhere, but never stayed long enough to cross a line of Aesir propriety.

Cadoc moaned, "Even Vanaheim's only virgin is a sexual fiend."

Loki hiccupped as a bark of laughter tried to escape him, and he barely held it down. He covered his mouth for a moment, then bit on his thumb. It didn't stop his other hand from finally resting on his arousal and causing him to let out a strangled sound. It seemed to go on forever, this slow beginning, wherein Sigyn was swaying her hips, tugging at her dress, running her hands over her bare skin, her lips, her throat. Loki's mouth was dry as sand as he wondered how he was supposed to sit through this for the whole night, with this guilt over his behaviour clashing with his desire. He wanted to spring across the field and pounce on her, drag her away and ravish her until she swore she was his and no one else's –not even for his own sake would she cease to be his.

It was warm in the New York evening as they kissed fervently in a dark alley not a block from the Savoy, excited and giggly from winning the dancing contest.

"Mmm, Captain Skywalker!" laughed Sigyn as Loki ripped the front of her dress open. Midgardian clothes were too fragile. "Is this really the appropriate way to consummate our marriage? In a dark alley, where anyone might see us?"

Loki snorted as she helped him out of his uniform jacket, "Well, Mrs Skywalker, by New York Law I believe you are mine absolutely, so-"

He grabbed the backs of her thighs and lifted her up, pressing her into the wall and nuzzling her neck, "I believe I can do what I like."

Sigyn moaned as he sucked on the spot just under her ear. "Oh, really? So I'm your property now am I?"

"Mmmhm!" Loki grinned wolfishly against her skin when she tugged at his hair.

"And what if I want something? Would I need to ask your permission?"

"Depends on what it is I suppose," said Loki chivalrously. Sigyn pulled hard on his hair and made him look into her gleaming eyes.

"So, what if I told you I think we ought to have brought Captain America into our little celebration?"

Loki narrowed his eyes, even as his arousal gave an interested twitch. "That big blonde boy?"

"Oh he looked all man to me," said Sigyn, reaching between them to undo Loki's belt. "All that muscle, that strong jaw –and those pretty eyes."

A tinge of jealousy reared up as Loki shifted her weight to one hand, his free one ripping her underwear to pieces as she undid his zipper. "You'd like to be taken by him? To spread your legs for him?"

"Wouldn't you like to see that?" she hummed, "Wouldn't you like to watch his firm backside clench in time with my cries of pleasure as he filled me? Or better yet, you could take him while he takes me, and you could –ah! –set the pace for both of us."

Loki curled his fingers around her neck, kissing her possessively, biting at her lips. "You think I would let some common soldier have you?" he demanded heavily, "No, I would rather you bring him to his knees, begging to be taken by you. And when you did, I'd smother his cries with my own desire, right down his throat!"

Sigyn's hand flexed and she dug her fingertips into his shoulder blade as they moved together. "Poor little mortal, didn't you see his innocent smile? If he saw me grow a cock he'd probably faint."

"Then you'd just have to find someone else to fill," panted Loki. Sigyn dragged his face against hers,

"Like you? Do you want me to fill you next?"

Loki's only answer was a shuddering moan.

The male dancers emerged, each one put their arm around each woman's waist. The man touching Sigyn looked undeniably like Loki, tall, slim and dark haired. He ran his hand down her arm, then lifted it up above her head, dipping her slowly. Sigyn leant into his hold with complete ease and then she and the other women let the men guide them in a slow waltz around the stage. Sigyn's singing, backed up by the Ey continued, lulling everyone into a relaxed and aroused state, even in the darkness, Loki could see couples already embracing. That was why this part was done at night, to give the illusion of privacy for couples.

Loki's hand was moving in slow circles as he tried to breathe slowly, mouth hanging slightly open. It had been so long since he had had sex, so long since he had crushed his body against Sigyn's and they had driven each other to ecstasy.

Sigyn turned in her partner's arms and pressed back against him, hand cupping his face as she swayed her hips against his. Loki hated that man. Sigyn leaned back and her partner lifted her up onto his shoulder, spinning around and then Sigyn swung her legs, hooking them over and around his shoulders and arching her back as he continued to spin. If he dropped her Loki would kill him.

The partner unwound her from his shoulders and gracefully set her upon the pedestal, earning a smile full of promise as he sank to one knee before her. The music faded away and the crowd began to cheer, clapping with delight as Sigyn smiled and dipped her head to them, followed by the Ey. The men disappeared and Sigyn lifted her head, with a grin promising only more delights. Loki's trousers were starting to grow uncomfortable and he sighed to himself. This part of the festival would last until just before sunrise, and if that was the opening… the Norns only knew what Sigyn had planned for the climax.

Still he could not fault the results, Sigyn had everyone's attention fixed upon her.

"I never imagined you liked drawing," Sigyn giggled, lying on Loki's bed and peering at him over her bare shoulder. "Seems… unprincely for Asgard."

Loki smirked, "Thank my mother, she insisted that her sons have some Vanir qualities. Thor's quite adept at it."

"Thor? Big hands, little patience, prefers a hammer to a sword?"

"Is there any other?" asked Loki, pausing in his sketching to look at Sigyn. She was on her front, angled away from him so he could see her buttocks, with her knees bent and her ankles locked together. Her skin had a gleam of sweat and her hair was tousled from earlier when Loki had made love to her. Loki rarely felt the urge to draw, but this seemed like a moment he would want to remember.

"What does he draw?"

"His friends, his family. People he meets on quests. He likes faces."

"And what do you like?" purred Sigyn, bending her neck to smile at him playfully. Loki looked down at his half-done sketch, then stood up and went to the bed. Sigyn sat up on her knees, watching him. Loki squeezed the sketch book, then held it out to her. Sigyn took it and turned the pages. Loki looked at the wall as he listened to the paper rustling. Every picture he had drawn was of her, her smile, her eyes, her hands, her lips, her face, her body, naked or dressed, playful or serious.

"Is this what you see when you see me?" she asked quietly. Loki nodded, finally daring to look at her. She seemed oddly sober, looking through the pictures once more before meeting his eyes. "I like how I look through your eyes."

Loki smiled as she reached up and cupped his cheek, kissing him tenderly. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into his lap, holding her close.

The next was a group song by the Ey, with Sigyn dancing at a furious pace with fire licking her skin like a lover. Her flushed face and rolling hips were all Loki could see he struggled to keep himself still. One of the Ey grabbed Sigyn's hair from behind and pulled their bodies together, licking a strip up her neck. Sigyn's grin was debauched and Loki's mouth fell open in a silent moan. Now she was just being unfair! Sparks of magic burned at his fingertips and he hissed, squeezing the Crochan Orb and pumping some more seiðr into it. It took his mind off his arousal for a moment, but then it came back with a fury of need.

"Look in the mirror Loki!"

Loki moaned helplessly, pushing his hips in a frantic rhythm. Sigyn's breathing was loud in his ear as she pulled on his hair.

"Look in the mirror Loki!"

Loki yelped as a particular thrust made him see stars and his head snapped up. He locked eyes with his own reflection and moaned helplessly at what he saw. Himself on his hands and knees, with Sigyn behind him, her soft curves exchanged for sharp lines, her angular face tense with effort as she gripped his hips and rocked forwards, forcing more noises out of Loki's mouth.

There was a tiny part of him that was horrified at this, but it was smothered with lust and excitement and delight as Sigyn hooked her muscled arms under his and dragged him backwards so he was seated on her lap.

"Look at yourself Loki, my man, mine!" she growled into his ear. "Brilliant, and beautiful, more of a man than any other Asgardian."

"More of a man than you right now?" Loki laughed, rolling his head on his neck to try and kiss her, cackling when stubble on her cheeks burned him. "This is insanity!"

"This. Is. US!" Sigyn let out a bellow of a roar as she climaxed and Loki shuddered, following her at the disturbingly warm sensation of being filled. By the time Sigyn let him go she was laughing, letting him roll onto his back and cuddling up to him like she always did, even though now she was wider, taller and thicker than him. Still Loki kissed her brow and held her close, playing with her hair.

"Hmmm… it is different as a man," she chuckled, "It feels… well it feels like I really did conquer you. I wanted to crush you, own you, make you mine."

Loki chuckled, "See, I told you it wasn't just nonsense spouted by tiny cocked men."

"I never said it wasn't nonsense… but it was fun."

Loki could sense her seiðr changing her back to her softer, female self as she propped herself up on her forearm, grinning down at him. "Maybe next time you could be the one who changes, and I'll show you how we fit that way."

"We've already done that," said Loki with a smile.

"No, that time I was trying to make you see that you have a freedom few have. Few seiðr wielders can change their shape, let alone their sex, and you were so terrified of being 'unmanned' that you were afraid to try."

"You did promise it would be fun," said Loki softly, linking fingers with her on his chest.

"And have I ever been wrong?"

"About sex? Rarely."

Sigyn's smile was soft, matching her voice as she said, "You know I will never ask for something from you unless I think you'll enjoy it. And if you really don't want to all you have to do is say no."

Loki nodded, bringing her hand up to kiss, "I know."

"And just think, if you become comfortable enough with it –maybe next time we go to Midgard, I could be the man and you can wear the corset."

Sigyn's show drove the crowd wild, bringing them up with fast paced drums that echoed their heartbeats and then soothing them down with ballads and slow dances that pulled them back in. Like waves on a shore the people rose and fell to the pull of Sigyn, her Ey and her male dancers. She always danced with the same man in her solos, sometimes so close and so intimately it seemed perverse, but something would always interrupt before it went too far. The people of Asgard were absolutely enamoured with her. Pride filled Loki's chest as he watched her. This was the Sigyn he knew and loved, the one full of strength and excitement, not the quiet, nervous creature he had been dealing with since the Ostara Festival started, who was trying so hard to please.

The night rolled on and the air was full of music, sweet scents, and gasping moans from the crowd. Loki's hand squeezed and rubbed almost torturously. He didn't feel right finishing like this. Finally the sky began to lighten, and the stage was flooded with golden light, drawing the eye back to Sigyn for her final display. Her skin was now covered in gold-leaf patterns, with golden flower buds in her hair, as the dancing sped up on the stage. Sigyn was moving so fast she was a golden blur. The sky continued to lighten and on the stage, a giant flower bud rose up from the floor. Colours cut across the sky, fire spinners and water weavers surrounded the field of onlookers, a golden haze that smelled like Idunn's life blessing apples filled the air. It was like something from a dream as the music grew louder and louder, the laughter and cries of delight mingled with it into a resounding din, and the dancers surrounded the giant flower bud –Loki had lost track of Sigyn, he could not find her in the writhing mass of flesh –the drums pounded like a heartbeat, faster and faster and faster –

Everything stopped. The dancers froze, the music cut off… even the air seemed to still. Then a soft, almost mournful, sound carried to every ear and the tip of the sun appeared over the horizon, the flower bud began to open and a soft sigh released everyone into a heap of satisfaction. Across the field the flower buds on the grass burst open with a sweet scent that made their heads spin anew.

Except Loki, he could hardly breathe as the flower burst open and Sigyn stood up from its centre, the flowers in her hair opening as she threw her arms into the air and cried,

"Life has begun anew! May all the blessings of Ostara fall upon you!"

Loki's vision went white and he bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood as his hips twitched in his throne. The crowd went wild, screaming their praises to Sigyn as she stood like a goddess above them, arms outstretched, beaming and her chest heaving with effort as she looked around at all of them. Loki let out a trembling breath, his cheeks flooding with colour as he felt the stickiness of his underwear. Sigyn had just made him climax in his trousers like an inexperienced youth. Humiliation crashed over him and he wiped at his mouth with the back of his shaking hand.

Loki looked back at the stage, and found Sigyn looking straight at him, almost defiant as she waited for him to react. Loki inhaled and stood up, hiding a grimace at the unpleasant sensation, and started to applaud. The other delegates joined in as the crowd continued to cheer. Sigyn lowered her head and dipped her body in a curtsy, rising and holding up a hand.

"Conception is at hand," she cried over the din, "When the sun has fully risen, the Ostara festival will have ended. But Asgard, you have so much more to celebrate, for today you also celebrate the beginning of a new age, with a new king."

Loki slowed his clapping, what was she doing? This wasn't her duty. Sigyn extended her hand towards Loki,

"A just and fair king, one who would see you to new heights of power and might, and respect. A king who looks to the future and has the conviction to start anew with the Seven Realms, and fills us all, who are here as your most honoured guests, with a sense of hope that this will be the start of something great for all of us. Let us all honour his majesty, King Loki of Asgard!"

At once the crowd turned to Loki and started cheering for him, chanting his name. The warriors started banging their fists against their chests, a resounding drumbeat that shook Loki to the core. He listened for a moment in awe, then he smirked and extended his arms, calling his armour, his helmet and Gungnir to him. Cloaked in the garb of his kingship once more, Loki lifted Gungnir and sent a charge of magic straight up into the sky,

"FOR ASGARD!" he cried, as a rainbow of colours charged across the sky, flooding every corner of it.

"Asgard! Asgard! Asgard!" chanted the people, throwing their fists in the air in time with the chant.

"Let the coronation celebration begin!" Loki barked, feeling elated as he sent a final fireworks display into the sky, forming Odin's symbol with melted into Loki's horns. The chanting dissolved into cries of delight and Loki lowered Gungnir and took his leave of the crowd. He glanced over at the stage, but Sigyn was gone.

Sigyn slept in his bed, exhaustion making her face drawn and her arm reaching for him. Loki had left the bed to look out the window at the moon, knowing Thor and his cronies were out in a brothel, or a tavern, which at this time of night amounted to the same thing. He wondered if the whores of Asgard did things to Thor that the princess of Vanaheim did to Loki. He doubted it, Thor would never even think of letting himself be taken by another man, or a woman who could shape shift into one. Thor would never trade his manhood for soft folds and plump breasts.

Loki looked back at the bed, the moonlight made Sigyn's skin look snow white, her hair ice blue. The sheets were bundled at her feet, leaving her naked body exposed to him. It made him recall the day she had kissed him, her dress torn to shreds by Sif, her soft breasts pressing against his chest. It made him think of how that had been a game for her, how for those very early years it had been about lust and rebellious mischief, not love. Love had come much later, after Angrboda, after Fenrir. Those experiences had fused them together, in friendship, but not in love, not like they had now. That had been a carefully cultivated thing, like a precious plant, which had been nurtured into the passionate union it was now.

Loki smiled as he walked back to the bed and climbed next to her, wrapping his arms around her. Thor could keep his whores and cronies. Loki had Sigyn, now and forever.

His trousers were still sticky.


So… I don't know if this chapter achieved what I intended, which was basically an overall very sexy chapter, but Sigyn and Loki's sexual relationship is actually very heavy and I felt it was time to re-establish the connection the two had at the start of this fic, and also give Sigyn a win after so much crap.

I also find writing dancing scenes really hard, so I hope they turned out ok too.

Also: Loki/Sigyn/Steve Rogers is my OT3 at the moment –anyone who feels like writing me something around that I will love forever.

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