Many apologies for the long update length! Unfortunately, I haven't been able to work on the next chapter and most likely won't get to during November because of NaNoWriMo, BUT I did write a little one-shot because I feel bad about not updating.

I was inspired by the Age of Ultron scene, if you couldn't tell, but then Loki got moody so it changed directions. Thanks again for reading, and if you still have any suggestions/things you want to see next time, feel free to message me!

"Are you sure you are the only one who can lift it?" Sigyn asked playfully, raising an eyebrow.

"Positive." Thor gave his hammer a cocky twirl and caught it with ease. "Only someone who is worthy can hold the mighty Mjolnir, and I, dear princess, am the only one who is worthy. Why? Do you think to lift it yourself?"

Loki's loud laughter echoed throughout the room. Sigyn, from her place leaning against his chest, glared up at him. "What, do you think it so crazy that I could? If this big blond dunce is worthy, then I must be. Stop laughing, you fiend! Fine, then; you do it."

That got his attention, finally bringing his laughter to a close. "You want me to try? You know how this will end."

"Yes, because mischievous little brothers are not capable of holding such great power in their grasp," Thor said blithely.

Sigyn grinned, expecting a saucy retort, but when she looked up at her new husband, what she saw instead was…sadness, maybe? Pain? Whatever it was he masked it well, both in his face and in his voice as he replied with bland inflection, "I will not be able to lift Mjolnir now, because I have never been able to."

The fact troubled him, that much was obvious; part of her wanted to talk about it (and tell him not to hide things from her anymore because they were married, after all), but at the same time, Thor was here with them and she at least knew Loki wouldn't open up around him. So she opted for safety, and chose to nonchalantly brush past the problem.

"Oh who cares about that stupid bloody hammer anyway? As if a hunk of rock could tell anyone their worth." She grasped Loki's head and pulled it down closer to hers, giving him a quick kiss. Better stop there or Thor will get uncomfortable fast. The two of them had quickly become the favorite of the palace gossips upon their marriage, and subsequent desire to kiss and make love whenever the opportunities presented themselves (and sometimes when they didn't). But after what felt like an eternity of courting - and knowing all the while that they would be married regardless - neither of them could help it. Of course, they hadn't been entirely chaste prior to their wedding night, but it was so nice to be able to openly show affection without needing to be ashamed about it.

He looked a little less uncomfortable now, a slight smile cracking his blank facade, but it wasn't quite enough; she hated to see him looking down. Humor and subject change it is, then. Sigyn grabbed a pillow off of their couch and threw it at Thor on the ground, who was hit full in the face by the unexpected blow. "So when are you going to get a wife, oh brother-by-marriage?"

Now it was the blond's turn to look uneasy. "A wife?"

"Yes, a wife. Your mother is quite accommodating and a lovely woman in her own right, but all of my closest confidantes remain in Vanaheim; any woman you married, however, would be sure to become a friend of mine."

"She finds our masculinity boring and wishes to have a female companion," Loki translated, his smile now full and gay. "Do the ladies of the Asgardian court not live up to your standards, love?"

She made a face, like she had just eaten something foul but not completely repulsive. "They are different, is all, as different as Vanaheim and Asgard themselves; I enjoy Sif, but she has poor feelings for my Loki. And as for the others…a few can entertain me for a short while, but I would not call any of them true friends."

"You had best make friends among the court, for I will not be marrying any time soon," Thor said with a stubborn firmness in his voice. "I do not wish to be tied down in that way."

"You mean you wish to keep cavorting with any maid that catches your fancy?" Sigyn laughed. "If I were you, I would choose quickly before all of the decent princesses are gone; with Vanaheim out, as I doubt your parents would marry both of their sons to Vanir, that leaves…the Alfheimr princess. Unless you are to wed an Asgardian?"

"We have not discussed it," Thor mumbled. "Nor do I wish to."

"The joys of marriage are many," Loki said slyly, scooping Sigyn's upper body into his arms and nuzzling her face. "Especially when your wife is the picture of perfection."

"Mmmm," was her agreeing response as she kissed him once again, but more slowly and with more passion than before. Times like this reminded her just how lucky she was to be married to her prince. She thought she heard Thor excuse himself, but she was too wrapped up in her love to notice or care; when Loki held her like this, when they touched and came together with equal desire, he was her world, and he was all she needed.