Summary: The start of a multi chapter origin story for Loki x Sigyn in the Marvel Movie Verse which will incorporate both mythological elements and elements from her comic backstory. This takes place between the Avengers and Thor 2 during his imprisonment.

Which Tom/Character: Loki

Authors Note: Well it's been almost 5 years… hahaha sorry about deserting you all, in the middle of the climax and everything. Med school and then the first few years of being a real grownup with a big kid job, moving back to the states and 1000 other things in life and such. Anyhow, if you are new to this fic start at chapter 1 or you are gonna be real confused. Sorry if I'm a little rusty, but an update 5 years later is better than nothing :) Anyhow 'So I made you some content, daddy made you your favorite open wide' I hope you enjoy.

Rating: PG, A slow burn but we're finally there. A whole kiss in this chapter and everything.

Sigyn's slippers clicked with purpose as she marched down the marble steps toward the dungeon. She angrily whipped both her cheeks with her palms. Her tears had changed from mortified embarrassment to red hot anger. The long train of her heavily embroidered and laced wedding dress draped along the steps behind her.

She turned the corner toward Loki's cell. The scene there did not surprise her. Four Crimson Hawks were upon him. Two of them pointed their weapons at her dark haired bride groom's back. The other two, were pinning him to the bed, one was clamping manacles to his wrists, the other leaned an elbow across the back of his neck, holding him in a kneeling position with the side of his face to the mattress. No doubt trying to pull from him the location of their missing comrade.

"Where is he?" Sigyn spat at her now husband, with a level of venom that startled Odin's soldiers slightly from their own interrogation, as they all turned to meet her gaze.

Loki beamed at her, speaking as though there weren't soldiers leaning on his neck. "Sigyn, what a fine ceremony that was, beautiful, I especially loved the floral arrangements. So very sorry I wasn't able to stay till the end. By any chance, would you be willing to tell me how it went?"

Sigyn ignored his question. "Where is he Loki. Did you kill him? Is he dead?" She moved closer to the force field in front of her, her hands clenched at her sides, her nails digging into her palms.

Loki chuckled " I mean, one can only hope." he said shrugging, The man above Loki snarled and increased the pressure on Loki's neck causing him to wince. Sigyn pursed her lips before addressing the Odin's men.

"I demand to speak to my husband. Alone! Asgardian law gives me that right!" Everyone in the cell froze. None had been there for the conclusion of the ceremony and for a single moment, the entire cell of men was shocked, including Loki. It was he that cut through the silence. A deep full laugh that reverberated down the stone hall, only slightly muffled with half his face pressed into his linen sheets.

Slowly the soldiers withdrew, undoing the manacles, letting Loki push himself into a standing position. He dusted himself off with dramatic flare, his face beaming. The Hawks lowered the barrier allowing Sigyn to enter. They shot her looks as if she had grown a second head, too shocked to be upset about the betrayal of their brother in arms. She walked past them trying not to notice. She doubted this would be the end of looks and side glances she'd receive, likely for the rest of her days on Asgard.

Loki approached her arms out, as though he thought to embrace her. The sound of the slap reverberated across the cell. Loki took a step back, and rubbed his cheek, but his smile didn't dissipate. "Where is Theoric?" Sigyn demanded crossing her arms.

Loki let a noise of irritation slip from between his lips and rolled his eyes. He threw a hand up in a gesture of dismissal. "That's not important right now. What's important is…"

"It's important to me Loki." she cut him off. Loki ignored her plea

"And Odin really let the marriage stand? Ha! I can't believe it worked. I can just imagine the row that caused. Was my brother there? I didn't see him in the crowd beforehand." Sygin watched him start to pace, he was having a difficult time keeping the energy of a successful scheme contained.

Her shoulders slumped slightly and she sighed. This was not working. She was going to have to find a different tactic. Why she thought insisting Loki do anything directly would work in the first place was beyond her. Threats and orders were not in the prince's nature to obey. She thought a moment. "Well, I guess there is one benefit to him being dead.."

This comment stopped Loki cold, and he turned to her. "What benefit?" he asked. Good, he was confused. He hadn't expected that. He didn't like being confused.

"I mean at least I won't have to tell him." she said shaking her head. Loki lifted a single sculpted black eyebrow. "You know, I won't have to tell him how you tricked him into missing his own wedding day. How it caused a huge scene, humiliating him in front of the All Father and the entire court of the Æsir. And then, how in front of his family, and his friends, at his own wedding, I married that man instead." She paused for effect, allowing Loki to contemplate that a moment. "You're right, I'd rather not have to break that news to him. Can you even imagine how humiliating that will be?"

Loki was still for a moment, and then the corner of his mouth began to drift upward. "Oh, no my dear. You are right, that's much better." He turned and strode away to her toward the corner of the cell, addressing the Crimson Hawks who had been standing back, eavesdropping no doubt. "Tell Heimdall to cast his eye toward Svartalfheim. He should find your man there. If he didn't die falling through the portal, or succumb to something on the planet." Loki chuckled to himself. The guards left to find their fallen comrade. And they were left alone.

"Thank you" said Sigyn, some of the tightness dissipating from her chest.

"Are you happy now?' Loki asked.

Sigyn narrowed her eyes and stepped towards him "Am I happy now?" she parroted back her hand balling back into a fist. All her previous rage flooding to the forefront. Loki instinctually took a step back, his eyes flicking toward the hand that had slapped him with earlier. "You humiliated me, that was mortifying. That was possibly the worst thing anyone has ever done to me."

Loki face contorted suddenly into confusion. "But, you said yes? You still married me?"

"Of course I married you. If you had just spoken to me, but once, anytime during the months we'd spent together, before I ended up in front of the All Father. If you had given me any indication that…" the words were getting stuck in her throat now, fresh tears on her cheeks. "If you had said anything, anything at all about how you fel…" she cleared her throat to choke back a sob. "But no, talking to me like a peer, a person would have been too difficult. Instead you come up with some grand scheme to get your way. Consequences to others be damned. You arrogant emotionally stunted child!"

"You wouldn't have married him. If I had but asked you not to?" his voice was quiet. An innocent honesty to it as he searched her face, so profoundly uncharacteristic and sincere.

Sigyn felt the angry leave her body, she let it go with a breath. "I wouldn't have married him." her reply was simple.

It was all she needed to say. He closed the distance between then so quickly Sigyn barely noticed and then his lips were on hers. He pulled her in tightly, arms warping around her back. She leaned into him, her hands finding his dark hair and kissed him back, just as hard.