Author's Note: This is the second of the mostly fluff chapters. The first half is important so you really should read at least that. It deals with something that I found to be a problem with the first Thor film, and will eventually set up for the way I am going to fix it (more like explain it really). Anyways, I own this portrayal of Sigyn. Caitreylove Loki is a bit of tease isn't he? What else can we expect from the 'god of mischief'? Yes, Hel. :) Let's see if anyone can figure out what her goal is in all of this. SnowWhiteQueen How lovely to hear from you again! Fear not, I was not mad at your absence :) I have certainly missed your reviews, but I understand completely. School comes first! Good luck with the rest of your exams and schoolwork, and I will look forward to your next review regardless of when you are able to sneak one in!


"…they did not regard their oaths reverently, but called on Thor, who came as quickly. And straightway the hammer Mjöllnir was raised aloft; he paid the wright's wage, and not with the sun and the moon. Nay, he even denied him dwelling in Jötunheim, and struck but the one first blow, so that his skull was burst into small crumbs, and sent him down bellow under Niflhel. But Loki had such dealings with Svadilfari, that somewhat later he gave…"

Sigyn stopped reading and began to laugh while clutching the book to her chest.

"He gave what?" Loki inquired of his laughing Lady.

"he gave… he gave birth to a foal, which was gray and had eight feet; and this horse is the best among gods and men."

Loki had trouble understanding Sigyn through her laughter, but he heard her well enough to be appalled.

"I gave birth to a foal!?" He asked in dismay.

"Apparently so." Sigyn responded.

Loki gripped on a little tighter to her, fearing that she would roll off the reading nook with her excessive amounts of laughter.

"Oh my… oh Loki…I don't think I can take any more of this today! Its too much!"

Sigyn leaned her head back on his chest and she closed the book as giggles still shook her body.

"Yes, I most certainly agree." Loki lamented. "We are losing the light anyways."

Sigyn took a moment to control her laughter before speaking again.

"Honestly though, where do the Midgardian's get such silly stories?"

"Where indeed…"

That was a detail that truly bothered Loki. Sure every story they had read so far was completely mental, but their descriptions of the people involved were not too far off. Thor was portrayed as a fierce warrior who solved things by bashing them with his hammer, Odin was the wise ruler, Frigga was the epitome of a motherly role model, and Loki was a prankster…granted he was more maniacal than simply devious in the myths he had heard Sigyn read so far.

Though he didn't admit it to Sigyn, this text, the Prose Edda, bothered him. He hadn't known anything about it when she first pulled it out the day after the Summer Solstice, so he had done some research on it after she had left. The text had been written around the year Midgard called 1200 A.D., which, from what Loki could determine, would have been some 200 plus years after Odin engaged the Frost Giants in battle on Midgard. This was a huge problem. Once Odin withdrew his forces from Midgard to drive the Frost Giants back into Jötunheim he never returned to Midgard. In fact, few Asgardians had returned to Midgard after that battle. Since that was the case, how did the Midgardians even know who Thor or Loki was? Perhaps Odin had offhandedly mentioned Thor, who would have been a young child at the time, to some Midgardian, but there was no explanation of their knowledge of him. He hadn't even been conceived when Odin defeated the Frost Giants, so how could the Midgardians not only know his name, but capture the essence of his character as well? It didn't make any sense. To make matters worse, the Prose Edda was a book of legends. The stories in it were already being treated as folklore when they were written, which means that they had already been passed down through several generations. The source material for the stories would have been at least a hundred years old, and possibly older, before they were recorded in the Prose Edda. This just amplified the timeline problem. Loki and Thor would have been young children when the stories began being passed down, and they certainly wouldn't have been old enough for the Midgardians to portray them as men with wives and grown children…

Sigyn.

The Prose Edda would have been written hundreds of years before he had even met Sigyn, and yet the Midgardians listed her as his wife. How? How could they have possibly known that he and she would be romantically involved? None of this made any sense. How was it that out of all the literature from Midgard, Sigyn had managed to come across the one tome that held information that could possibly lead them to Sigyn's stalker? What were the odds of that? Loki had been scouring book after book for any other reference to a woman who was half fair and half foul, yet none had come up so far. Something about this just wasn't right.

"Something wrong Loki?" Sigyn queried, bringing him back out of his thoughts.

"No, I was merely thinking."

Sigyn intertwined her fingers with his before replying.

"I think you are lying to me Loki."

"I am not, I was thinking."

"I don't doubt that, but I do believe that whatever it is you were thinking about bothers you. Tell me. I know it has something to do with these stories and my stalker."

"It is just this book… doesn't anything about it bother you?"

"Plenty of things, like how the author could get so many things wrong, yet some of the details are too uncanny to be merely coincidence."

"There is no way in the Nine Realms that the Midgardians knew some of the things they appear to have known. This text was written when we were only children, Sigyn, I looked it up." Loki confessed while resting his chin on her shoulder.

Sigyn turned her head a bit so she could see him.

"I would say it is impossible, but I am talking to a man who can shape shift at will and heal fatal wounds magicaly…so needless to say, my views on what is impossible have changed."

Loki didn't reply. Sigyn was right, there could be some outlandish explanation for this. Deciding he was ready to move on from this topic of discussion for the moment, Loki leaned his head in and grazed his lips against Sigyn's sensitive spot right at the base of her neck.

"You have an interesting way of changing the subject." Sigyn pointed out.

Loki ceased his lips hypnotizing movement to respond.

"It has always proven to be an effective way."

"Yes, it has. I do feel a bit guilty though."

"And… why is…that?" Loki asked between kisses.

"Because you always give me so much, and I give you so little in return."

"I wouldn't say that… the way you sigh, and the way my name always lingers upon your lips is reward enough for me." He assured. "Besides, I like to be the one giving…" he added before gently biting down on the slope between her neck and shoulder.

Sigyn jumped slightly back into him with a surprised gasp, which cause Loki to groan pleasurably. She had no idea how much her reactions pleased him.

"I understand that," she managed to get out, "but surely the 'god of chaos' gets a little bored making love to me the same way all the time."

"First off, I am not the 'god of chaos,' and I am fairly certain that we have covered that fact on multiple occasions. Secondly, we have yet to make love so your argument is invalid."

"Correction, we have yet to have physical intercourse."

"Which is the same thing as making love."

"Then what do you call this if it is not making love?"

"I call it changing the subject."

"Very well, then do you not tire of 'changing the subject' the same way each and every time?"

"I see no reason to change my method if it continues to work."

"Now that is plain silly, and you know it. When have you ever been satisfied with equilibrium? You crave change, excitement…" Sigyn baited.

"And what sort of excitement are you suggesting?" Loki inquired.

Sigyn slid out of his windowsill reading nook.

"Follow me, and you just might find out."

Sigyn skipped down the hall towards Loki's bedroom, and he was in the door to his chambers right after her. She turned and pulled him down for a kiss before tugging him towards the couch. She gave him a small push, and he sat down compliantly. She placed the book on an end table, sat across his lap, and picked up from where their kiss had left off. Loki didn't complain when she moved her mouth from his to transfer it to the section of his jaw right beneath his ear. He relaxed and closed his eyes to better feel the sensation of her soft lips travelling down the side of his neck, and her hands rubbing along his chest. Every motion she made was as soft as a breeze, and left Loki craving more. These were not the actions of an experienced lover trying to incite her beloved to a ferverous peak, but a virgin exploring and testing each and every one of her partners nerves to see which excited them the most. Sigyn finally determined which spot she wanted to give more attention to, and moved her hands up to the back of Loki's head and coaxed him to really give up his throat to her. The combination of her fingers running through his hair, her teeth nipping at his neck, and her lips soothing the same spot had Loki in a trance. Every single one of his nerves was on edge when Sigyn moved to give the soft spot on the front of his throat the same treatment. His hands shot from her waist to her upper back as her assault on his sensitive and inflamed skin continued.

"Breathe Loki, breathe." He reminded himself.

It appeared to Loki that Sigyn hadn't forgotten his weaknesses either despite having been with Theoric. He could hear himself groaning, and he knew that if Sigyn didn't stop soon he was going to need more from her than he was willing to take at the moment.

"Sigyn…" her name came out more of a lusty moan than anything. "Sigyn, you have to stop." He managed.

"Why?" She asked, still allowing her lips to graze his skin with the syllable.

"Because if you don't I am not going to be able to keep my head much longer."

"Hmmm I think you lost your head some minutes ago." She replied with a little nip of his skin.

By the Norns, she wasn't going to make this easy. He forced himself to take hold of her shoulders and push her back just enough to keep her from being able to continue her work.

"All the more reason to stop now." He argued.

"Very well…" Sigyn agreed reluctantly.

She shifted slightly on his lap so she could more easily rest her head on his shoulder, and Loki let out a little hiss. He had been a tad more excited than he had realized.

"Sorry." Sigyn apologized while looking up at him with wide innocent eyes.

Loki squeezed his arms around her waist and laid his head on top of hers.

"Don't apologize, that was very enjoyable." He assured before shifting her weight a little further away from his lower extremities.

They just needed to take things one-step at a time. It wouldn't be long before Loki would get the opportunity to fulfill his most carnal desires, and that knowledge was the only thing keeping him from stripping Sigyn down right that moment. Neither spoke for a bit to allow Loki's body some time to calm down.

"So how much longer are we going to play these games?" Sigyn asked in a hushed voice.

"Till I feel you are ready for more." Loki replied softly.

"Till I am ready for more, or you?" She queried.

"You." He assured. "I stopped sleeping with Amora long before the court thought we had split, and we had no emotional attachment to one another so I have no damage that needs healing. You and Theoric however, were engaged. I can't imagine that you are truly ready to sleep with another man after the loss of your betrothed."

Sigyn grabbed Loki's hand before replying.

"Loki, Theoric has been gone for almost four years now, I think it has been long enough for my wounds to heal. Besides… we never… well we never actually laid together."

"You and Theoric were never physically intimate with one another?" He asked, certain that he had mis-heard her.

"No, I mean yes, we were physically intimate, but we never actually slept together."

"Why?"

Loki knew it was a stupid question, and not really any of his business, but he had a hard time believing that Sigyn and Theoric hadn't slept together.

"I told him that I wasn't ready for it. I had begun to think that maybe the reason that you hadn't…"

Sigyn trailed off, but Loki was too curious to let her stop now.

"That I hadn't what?" He pressed.

Sigyn bit down on her lip nervously.

"Hadn't asked me to marry you." She eventually responded. "I thought that you never asked me to marry you because I was already sleeping with you, and that you didn't see any reason to make me your wife when you were already getting every benefit of being married without having to deal with the burdens of married life."

Loki wasn't sure how to respond, and Sigyn took his silence as a sign to continue explaining.

"I refused to sleep with Theoric because I was afraid that he would bed me but never wed me, just as you had."

Loki couldn't find the right words to respond with at this revelation. What could he say, what excuse did he have? The truth would seem a weak explanation compared to her very justifiable fears. He had never asked her to marry him not because he found it to be more convenient to relegate her to the status of a lover, but because the idea had never really crossed his mind. He had been caught up in so many other aspects of the relationship, and his affair with Amora, that marriage had never presented itself as an option. Loki gave Sigyn's hand a squeeze.

"That is not the reason I never asked for your hand in marriage."

"Then why didn't you? After all that time, you never even hinted that the idea was pleasing to you."

Loki would have expected Sigyn to sound angry about this, but it seemed she had passed the stage of anger years ago and was now merely sadly curious.

"Because I was a fool, Sigyn. A young fool. Not asking you to marry me was the stupidest thing I did, aside from sleeping with Amora that is."

Sigyn didn't reply, but instead snuggled her head against his shoulder. Loki could feel her grip on his hand begin to weaken, and he knew she was about to drift off to sleep.

"Sit up for a moment." He requested.

Sigyn did so grudgingly, and by some miracle Loki was able to get his legs up on to the couch and shift a pillow beneath his head. Sigyn pulled her legs up on to the couch as well, and Loki could see a flash of fire in her eyes. Seeing that she was getting the wrong impression, Loki quickly pulled her down to lay nestled against his chest.

"Not tonight darling. Tonight I just want to hold you." He murmured in her ear.

And that is precisely what he did till the both of them fell asleep in each other's arms.