AN: Hello, it's another one-shot just to explore Loki and Sigyn's relationship a little more. Hope it's not too angsty or melodramatic.

Loki and Sigyn – Interlude

They had hit something of a road block in their relationship. Well, several road blocks actually.

Problem 1: Their Shopping List Of Insecurities/delusions

They were experimenting with kissing when Loki noticed that Sigyn's lips had gone from being warm and soft to being cold and hard and flat against his mouth. Her body seemed to have shrunk into his hands. She had a square feel to her. Not a good sign.

Loki opened his eyes. The toaster in his hands had a smudge mark from his where his lips had been smooshed up against her chrome body.

'Sigyn?' he asked, doing his best to keep his face neutral.

[I'm sorry! Really I am.]

Loki placed her carefully down in front of him on the blanket and sat with his legs crossed.

'Did I do something? Did I hurt you? Did I make you feel unsafe?'

It was too many questions at once.

[No! Not everything is about you!]

Sigyn's voice resounded sharply inside his head before softening, [I was enjoying it, Loki, really enjoying it...so I started to concentrate on what made it feel so good. And then I could feel my heart beating -pounding – and yours too. And my blood coursing around my body. And this feeling in my stomach...Your hands touching me...It became too much and I just turned back. You make me feel good and you know it, so that's why your stupid questions irritate me so much. This is my problem and you know it!]

Loki picked the toaster up and pressed his forehead against it.

'No, it's our problem, Sigyn,' he murmured. 'Something we'll work on together, if that's what you want.'

[It is. Thank you, Loki...But, you know, sex is something we'll have to work up to...I don't how long...]

'It's fine. I think that sex is overrated anyway.'

Sigyn giggled cautiously. [Liar! But, everything else you said was sincere -I'm very grateful for that.]

Loki lay back on the bed with Sigyn resting on his tummy. He played with her electrical cord, twisting it around his fingers.

000

For a while Sigyn had been content to just sit quietly in her trolley form in the corner of Loki's room, but it was increasing uneasiness that she could sense him becoming more moody and knew that they were about to have an argument. She had hoped that he would say something but as the tense minutes dragged by she realised it was up to her. The sooner they began the sooner they could move on from it.

[Are you okay, Loki?]

'Yes, of course. Why do you ask?'

[Because you have been staring at me for a solid ten minutes.]

Loki slid off the bed and came to sit on the floor beside her.

'Are you absolutely certain that you wish to marry me? Because I have nothing much to offer you, apart from a large pile of dusty books.'

Sigyn felt her mind become heavy. It wasn't the first time Loki had asked and wouldn't be the last.

[Of course, I do! I love you for being you! And...because I know you...suspect that you have large piles of gold squirrelled away all over the galaxy. It's not the reason that I love you, but I'm not going to complain about it either.]

'Okay, I admit that I'm not broke. And back in the early 19th century I invested a lot in Stark Industries...I've missed a lot of shareholders meeting, but I'm waiting for the right moment to reveal myself...' His ghost of smile quickly dissipated again. 'But, still, is marrying me something you truly want to do?'

[Yes!]

'I'm not convinced. If I was like you I wouldn't wish to marry me.'

Sigyn flashed her pink lights rapidly, the only way she could physically express her frustration.

[But I do -]

'You forget that I've spent a large part of my life avoiding marriage. Father always wanted to use me to forge new alliances with neighbouring planets. So, I understand what it is like to be pressured into accepting a proposal when it is not truly wanted.'

[I'm good, thanks.]

'It will be chaotic.'

[Yes, but that's life.]

Loki shook his head, and rubbed his hands together, then demanded irritably, nervously, 'You know about the terrible things I've done. Why would you want to marry into that?'

[Why do you keep questioning me?] Sigyn countered. [Why can't you just trust that I love you and accept it?]

'I'm sorry but it is difficult to trust someone who doesn't know her own mind.'

[Love doesn't need a reason, it just is!]

'But you have every reason to stay away.'

[Fine. The truth must come out. On my twelfth birthday old my parents took me to see the Fortune Teller, as is the custom of my people. She sat me down on the cushion, performed the ritual and told me that I would be rescued by a tall, dark stranger. She took my hand in hers and said, "You should also know that the love of your life will be...completely and utterly paranoid!"]

Loki drew away from her.

'That's hurtful.'

[I'm sorry but you keep asking and I keep giving you reasons. None of which seem to satisfy you. But if you need me to go over them again I will.

I love you because you noticed me when no else did. I love because you gave me the power to shape shift. I love you because you came after me and rescued me from the supermarket. I love that you returned to Asgard to save your people. I love that you almost died to protect Thor from a dark elf. I love your scars, the ones I can see and the ones that I can't. I love that you want to be a better man. I love your intelligence, your love of books, your seriousness and your silliness. Most of all, I love you because you love me, even when no one else would or could. Your bottom is quite nice too.]

Tears were slowly dripping down Loki's face.

'Kind people like you shouldn't marry people like me,' he whispered.

Sigyn quickly and gracefully slipped out of her trolley form and into her Kyrlorian body. She pressed her pink hand against his pale cheek, as tears fell from her own eyes.

'The fortune teller told me I would marry a man who would die willingly for his own brother,' she whispered back. 'And in a way, you did. How lucky I am that you did not stay dead for very long.'

Sigyn briefly pressed her forehead against his, before leaning back to take hold of his hands and squeeze them tightly.

'And I don't love the the horrible things you've done. I hate it. I hate it all. But your brother loves you in spite of it all. So do I. And always will.'

Loki sniffed loudly, quickly brushed away a few tears in the vain hope that Sigyn would not notice.

'You said that my bottom is quite nice.'

'It is!'

'Which is better, my male bottom or female bottom?'

'Seriously?!'

Problem 2: Different Body Types

They were sitting on Loki's bed, having a little cuddle, and Loki thought it was all going surprisingly well given Sigyn's anxieties about being in the flesh. At least, he was enjoying himself more than he had pictured for taking things slowly and being as gentle as possible.

He tried pressing himself closer to Sigyn and moved his hand up her arm, over her shoulder, and down her back. It felt nice. She was very cuddly.

A violent shudder shook her whole body and she pulled away.

'Sorry. Too much?'

'No...You're just a bit...'

Insecurity flooded through Loki. Then panic.

'What? I'm a bit what?'

Sigyn held up hands as she stood up, backing a way. Another shudder, like she was disgusted, revolted by him.

'Sigyn?'

'You are bit...Hold on...'

She dashed out of the room, leaving Loki alone. He could feel his heart sinking down into his stomach, suddenly feeling overwhelmingly sorry for himself.

He didn't hear Sigyn return, but he heard her sneeze. A silly, little squeak of a sneeze. He looked up at her, and then raised an eyebrow.

She was now bundled up in an oversized and mishapen jumper, with heavy trousers to match. It had clearly been a cloak at some point. She beamed at him, waving two gloved hands at him – one mustard yellow and the other a deep red. Loki's stomach churned in protest.

'Yeah, I know I look sexy,' she smouldered, hand placed on curvy hip. 'Opla made them for me! Sorry, but you are bit...well, cold to the touch...'

She lent forward and threw her arms around his waist, pulling him close and resting her cheek against his shoulder.

'This is nice. I could hold you all day now.'

'Really?'

'Yeah. As well warming me up the thicker clothes feel like a soft barrier. It's not as overwhelming as skin on skin contact.'

'Good.'

'Sorry, are you okay with this?'

Loki stared hard at the ceiling, doing his very best to ignore the wave of nausea that were rocking his stomach. So many foul tasting colours all woven together into hideous patterns.

'Yeah,' he grunted tightly, not trusting himself to open his mouth too wide.

'Wonderful,' Sigyn hummed, pressing her head to his chest.

'Yep.'

Loki was already planning on how to transform the colour of some of her clothes, while planning how to destroy the rest. Those clashing zig-zag patterns did not deserve to live.

Problem 3: The Children

Loki gently ran his hand down Sigyn's neck, brushing her sensitive skin ever so lightly with his fingertips. He felt her shiver under his touch.

'What next?' he whispered close to her ear that so that his breath would tickle her.

'K-kiss.'

He teasingly paused for a moment, making her wait, before finally obliging, planting the lightest of kisses in the curve where her neck met her shoulder. He heard her drew in a sharp breath, tense up, and then relax again.

He smiled and was thankful that Sigyn had closed her eyes, thoroughly pleased with himself. He couldn't help himself, seeing Sigyn turned on because of what he was doing to her and for her, was a source of pride. And he was marvelling at his own self-restraint.

Sigyn was in charge and Sigyn was calling all the shots, and that was okay with Loki, much to his surprise. He wanted her to trust him, he wanted her to feel safe and to enjoy herself and him. He was discovering that was fun to be had in being told what to do, and pleasure in seeing her become breathless at just few light touches. There was intimacy and bonding and kindness.

His smile broadened. He was being a kind and supportive boyfriend! And it felt right. What a strange universe he lived in.

'Can I try kissing your neck? And then...your chest?'

Loki tried not to look too excited (best to play it cool) but utterly failed as he nodded eagerly and somehow got his hand tangled up in the hem of his shirt.

Just as Sigyn lent forward to help him remove the shirt, they experienced an invasion.

The door swooshed open and in charged Arthur, little Di, and Thor, bedecked in kitchen utensils. Saucepans on their heads as armour, frying pans for Thor and Arthur and a lighter saucepan lid for Di to act as shields, and to finish the look off, spoons and ladles as swords.

They skipped into the room as if on horseback, banging their "swords" against their "shields", chanting, 'Ogre hunt! Ogre hunt! We're going on an ogre hunt!'

In her shock Sigyn had snapped back into trolley form, and Loki's shirt had fallen back into place. He sat cross legged on the bed, hands jammed over his ears, and glaring as hard as he possibly could at his brother.

Di and Arthur leapt onto the bed and began bouncing up at down, jabbering at him in their heigh-pitched voices their explanation of what an ogre was and where it was and what they were going to do it.

'SHUSH!' Loki ordered. The kids immediately fell silent, but looked no less happy and excited. 'What is this?'

'Monster hunt,' said Thor, spinning his wooden spoon in his fingers. 'Come and help us slay the ogre.'

'Why not? You've already slayed the mood in here.'

Thor's eyes narrowed at him. 'Hey, your face is all flushed. Are you sick again? You look like you have a temperature.'

He reached out to feel Loki's forehead, but Loki caught his arm and hissed in a low and deadly voice, 'I am going to kill you.'

Arthur shook his head fervently. 'No, it's Korg we need to kill. He's the ogre.'

'Is he really? Well, I can see some sense in that. I do have some frustration to work off.' He lent in close to Thor and muttered, 'Still gonna kill you.'

'Why? What did I do?'


AN: Ttthhhooor!

If we ever get to see female Loki in the TV series then we might find the answer to the very important and immature question of whether M Loki or F Loki has the sweeter behind. Leave your opinions in an unmarked envelope and slide it under the door of the review section.

Thank you for reading, take care everyone.