A/N: Awh, look at me actually updating things. Now that AP exams are over, I can finally relax and try to write. Thanks for all the support!

Chapter Six

Captivity was dreadfully boring, too.

Loki supposed the glass holding cell would've been more impressive if he couldn't magic his way out of it. Of course, he wasn't going to let the stupid humans know that was not beyond his capabilities. It would be fun to rile them up, to see them turn on each other. And that was his goal. As he told the detested man with the eye patch, the glorified cage they held him in was meant for a much stronger beast.

Through the glass, he watched the man with the eye patch leave. He reminded him of Odin, that man. Perhaps that was why he already hated him. Nonetheless, he found his confidence amusing. Ant, he'd said while gesturing to him, boot, he said when he turned towards the panel of buttons that controlled his glass prison. Alright.

He knew there was a surveillance camera pointed towards him. Turning in its direction, he looked up at it—gazing straight into the lens—and offered a winning smirk.

Despite all the interest Thor had shown in Sigyn, Loki was not surprised when his brother declared that she would not be his wife. Thor went through women like normal people went through clothes; there was always one—or sometimes even a couple—that caught his eye, but none could retain his attention for very long. Loki was often stuck comforting every heartbroken maiden his brother had turned down—reassuring them that it was not their fault his brother was a brute—but it seemed that Sigyn would be the exception to that rule.

"She was not even upset!" Thor exclaimed angrily after his sparring practice. "She only smiled and thanked me for being interested in her!"

Loki suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. "What a poor, ungrateful wench, not knowing the grand honor she had of being rejected by the mighty prince Thor."

"It is unacceptable." His brother muttered angrily as they walked through the halls of the palace. "And to think I thought her worthy."

Well, worthy she was, at least in regards to her physical beauty. She was already royalty, so her regal aspect could not be negated. Indeed, she would look fitting upon the Asgardian throne, if Loki thought so himself. But his brother clearly didn't.

"Why did you turn her down?" He asked Thor, keeping his voice casual. "What part of her was not to your liking?"

Thor paused in his tracks. His brow knit in thought. "I am not sure." Another pause. "You can have her."

Loki blinked. While it was not unusual for him to inherit Thor's unwanted play things, it had never been that way with women. "What?"

"You seem interested enough in her." Thor chuckled while Loki tried to keep up with his pace. He smirked at him. "Would you like her? She is more suited for you than me."

"What makes you assume that?" Loki asked, still trying to keep his voice light. "I have never spoken to her."

"She likes magic." Thor reasoned. "You like magic. She is sensible, quiet, intelligent. A bit odd. Like you. I think you are well-matched."

Loki shook his head. "Mother is urging you to find a bride, she is not worried about me—"

They turned a corner only to find themselves face-to-face with Princess Sigyn and two of her ladies-in-waiting. The princess was wearing a shimmering, lavender dress, and her golden hair was woven back into a braid. She smiled, making eye contact with Loki and then Thor. Loki felt his face heat up, and looked towards the ground. Her ladies-in-waiting probably noticed his aversion, and giggled. Sigyn fixed them with a side glance, effectively shutting them up.

"Prince Thor, Prince Loki." She greeted, curtsying. Her ladies followed suit. Her voice was like chimes in a gentle breeze. "I apologize for having quite literally run into you."

"You have nothing to apologize for, princess." Thor said warmly. Loki knew that was the first time he'd probably spoken courteously to a girl he'd turned down. "It's actually quite opportune. Have you spoken yet with my brother?"

If they weren't being watched, Loki would've jinxed Thor right then and there. He glanced up towards Sigyn, who met his eyes. Her azure gaze held him there.

"I do not believe I have." She admitted, offering him another smile. He felt himself return it, but it probably looked more like a frown. "But your mother, Queen Frigga, tells me you are highly skilled with magic, my prince. Is that true?"

Thor nudged him in encouragement, but since the brute was quite actually a boulder, Loki almost fell over. He glared daggers at his brother, who only smirked, before directing his attention back to Sigyn. Her ladies were having a barely-contained fit.

"My mother, with all due respect, tends to exaggerate." He said, still trying to hold on to that cool demeanor. "Everything I learned is from her. She is the true sorceress of Asgard."

"He is being humble." Thor insisted gleefully, clapping him painfully on the back. "Our mother is impressed by him."

Sigyn nodded in awe. "That is amazing."

"The princess is humble as well," Thor continued. Loki wanted to stab him. "Her skill has no parallel in Vanaheim. You two should exchange stories."

"You flatter me still, my prince." Sign laughed lightly. "And yes, that would be an honor."

An... Honor?

"Princess, have your ladies been shown around the gardens yet?" Thor inquired, glancing at the two ladies-in-waiting. They both straightened their postures when Thor looked over at them. "I would be glad to show them."

Sigyn nodded, gesturing to her ladies. "Go." She said. "Thank you, my prince."

The ladies-in-waiting hurried after Thor, that bastard, whispering excitedly to each other. Loki looked back, considering joining them, because he wasn't prepared to be alone with Sigyn. He looked back towards her.

"I'm sorry." He said, dipping his head towards her. "About him."

She laughed. "He is quite… Headstrong, is he not?"

"He's used to getting his way." He admitted. "He was very frustrated when you denied it to him. I'm surprised he managed to be courteous, he does tend to forget his manners sometimes."

"I'm sure he means well." She said. "He seems to care very much for you, my prince."

"And I him. Even if I am usually the one cleaning up his messes. But it seems there is no mess to clean up here, my princess."

She chuckled at that. "My heart is not torn over his decision. If he does not find me worthy, then that means Asgard is not in my destiny. I do wish my stay was longer, though. Your realm is quite lovely."

"Have you yet to see it at night?" He asked. His hands were uncharacteristically clenched into tight, nervous fists at his side. "It is possible to reach out and touch the stars from one of the towers in the palace. It truly is a sight to behold."

"No." Sigyn shook her head. A smile spread onto her lips. "But I would be honored if you showed me."

He blinked in surprise that was soon replaced by the warmth of a smile. "As you wish, Sigyn of Vanaheim."

He knelt and gently took her hand. It was soft like silk against his lips.

"Until tonight, Loki of Asgard."

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