And updated AGAIN! it took me forever to write this chapter, because really I was struggling. Anyway I decided to break it up into two parts because this ended up being longer than I expected. I hope you enjoy!
I own the typos
The start of the last week of his punishment was cold. Asgard, known for being normally sunny and beautiful was cool and windy, thanks to Freyr feeling a but out of sorts. He was having trouble trying to rein in the weather on Midgard, for things had accidentally spun out of control after a tsunami slammed into the side of one of the countries. So he'd been busy trying to control things there rather than here, leaving Asgard a little bit nippier than normal.
Which meant that in the mornings Loki wore heavier jackets as he walked to Sigyn's little palace for his punishment he'd have to wrap himself up tighter than normal. meaning a heavy fur-coat would cover him as he headed into the dark of the morning. But what shocked him, was her dress.
She greeted the him at the door in pants and a shirt, with a heavy leather vest wrapped around her middle. her pants where tight and dark, curving around her wide hips and settling on her waist. Loki tried hard not to stare at her. It was hard for him to remember she was a childhood friend and the disher of her punishment (and she could dish whatever punishment she wanted on him) and he was struggling. Luckily her eyes were a bright blue, and he was able to drag his gaze from her oh so luscious form and distract himself in a sea of blue. She gave him her ever so welcoming smile and let him in, stepping aside.
At first he didn't comment about her outfit. For two days he did not say anything. Her clothes were her choice, and to be honest, he didn't mind when she dressed like that, all masculine and what not. He'd watched her fold up underneath herself and read, her pants growing tighter across her smooth flesh. She was a tantalizing executioner and he wondered why Odin kept her locked down here for so long. It is a shame she did not attend more parties for she would find herself suitable match for anyone there.
And then Loki thought of something. Perhaps she was not interestedin any male, but rather females, which is highly frowned upon. Which would be a shame for him, because she was rather attractive and he was rather handsome and they would make a beautiful pair. Loki grinned. There was a feast coming up that night, and he'd told father he would come after his punishment had ended, for their feasts went into the night for many hours. Perhaps Sigyn would accompany him? There was only one way to find out.
"Lady Sigyn?" Loki asked, after she'd removed the stitches from his mouth. She hadn't even gotten around to wiping the blood away from his lips before he spoke, causing a few red drops to spill to the ground. Loki brought his hand up to his chin and wiped the droplets away onto his hand. Sigyn had turned back around and huffed, grabbing the cloth and his chin, wiping it all away. Then, she turned to rubbing the blood off his fingers.
"Yes?" she asked. Her blouse was a loose flowing fabric, cinched tight by her leather vest and her hair was back in a braid. Her long fingers twisted the cloth around his, wiping away all reminders of the blood from his hands.
"I wish to escort you to the feast tonight," he said easily. Sigyn gave him a soft laugh.
"As much as I appreciate the offer," she said, "I cannot accept for I was not invited to go."
"I am inviting you now," Loki argued, "I wish for your company tonight."
Sigyn stiffened and straightened up, looking down at the prince with stormy blue eyes.
"Is that what you think of me, Loki, Prince of Asgard?" she said calmly, "Company for the night?"
"That is not at all what I meant," Loki said standing, "Please allow me to explain."
"I know what you meant," Sigyn said calmly, "I just wish you were careful with your words is all."
Loki blinked. Careful with his words? That was a first. No one had told him his words were not picky. If anything, he over thought. Why was he reduced to a simpleton around Sigyn? Why does she have him tripping over his words, his gift, to get a meaning across to her.
"I apologize," he said, "But I still wish for you to attend with me."
"I am not a party-goer," Sigyn said as she backed up her things. The sky was changing into the dark blues the Asgard held, the pink just barely rippling off in the distance. "But I am honored by your request."
"I beg you, Lady Sigyn-" Loki said. He stopped his sentence abruptly. He'd never begged anyone for anything before. His eyes wide, his hand retreated from it's outstretched position. Why was he begging? Sigyn looked at him and placed her hand in his, sighing.
"If it means that much to you," she said, "I shall attend. I simply need to change into something more suitable for the halls of the kingdom of Asgard."
Loki restrained the grin that threatened his face as he watched her. She slung her bag over her shoulder and turned to him. He stood near the stool as she gathered her jacket in her arms. He had taken his long coat from the bench near him and put it on.
"Shall I escort you home, Lady Sigyn?" Loki asked politely. It had been just like every other time after his punishment had ended. Sigyn smiled at him.
"Do you not need to prepare?" Sigyn asked, looking over his outfit. There were a few droplets of blood on his leathers, but they would dry and blend into the dark colors.
"It takes me but a second to change," Loki said smoothly, "I wish you only to be safe after dark. One can never know what lurks outside the palace walls."
Sigyn laughed. "I have traveled these walls many years before you left, many years between the time you've left and many years after your punishment has ended. I am quite safe."
Loki, for a second looked taken back by her boldness. She had started heading towards the door without so much of a thought. Loki trotted up behind her and held the door that she'd pushed open before she'd stepped out. Loki followed her into the night air, crisp and cool. The stars were heavy overhead in the clear sky and Loki observed just how much sweeter the garden smelled in the night.
"Do you mean to suggest," Loki said as he walked her towards the garden exit, "That I am to not be here to escort you after I have completed my atonement?"
"Well," Sigyn said as she ducked under his arm holding the garden gate, "You were not here before, so it is only a safe assumption, not a judgement, that you are not to be here to escort me home after you are done."
"I did not know you existed," Loki said, "But had I known I would not have left you to walk home in the dark."
Sigyn grinned into the night, looking down at her feet. "It troubles me," Sigyn said, "That you worry for me, yet you hardly know who I am."
Loki blinked at her. Had his plan been given away? Was she to reveal her plan to him? Her confusion confused him, and he was not the type to be confused easily by others. Yet here she was, stealing his words, killing his wit and confusing him. What a strange little temptress she was, with all her wiles and charms, leaving him defenseless. Did she know she was doing this on purpose or was it an accident?
"It looks like you have arrived," Loki said, not choosing to respond to her statement. "I shall be back in an hour?"
"Ten minutes is all I need," Sigyn said with a shrug, already undoing her coat in the nipping night. He tried not to think about her stepping inside and stripping the rest of her clothes off. He tried not to think about her clothes just strewn about her room, as if shed without care. And he most certainly tried not to think about her naked, alone, changing. He gulped hard.
"Then my Lady," Loki said, "I shall return in ten minutes."
He watched her walk into the room and closed the door. He pried his eyes away from her black shape as it appeared to toss the vest to the side. He grinned. She was the type to leave things strewn about. It was strangely, erotic. Loki turned his head away before the thought turned perverted and disappeared into the smoke before appearing in his room. Thor had been in his room when he appeared dressed all in his fancy armor.
"Loki!" Thor cried, wrapping his arms around his slim brother, "Come, the feast will start soon!"
Thor put Loki down and Loki straightened out his dark clothes. "In a moment brother. I must retrieve Lady Sigyn from her home before I can attend."
"Are you to escort this Lady Sigyn?" Thor asked as he toppled into Loki's dark sheets. He stared up at the gold ceiling as Loki moved around him to change.
"Have you never heard of her?" Loki asked as he stripped himself of his leathers and changed the shirt underneath, throwing on a crisp white one to be worn underneath his dinner armor.
"No," Thor said, "Is she royalty?"
"Goddess of Bonds," Loki said, "Of loyalty and fidelity."
"Hmmm," Thor said, musing, "I have chosen to escort Lady Sif."
"And what of Jane?"
"What of her?" Thor's voice was crisp and cool, and Loki knew he'd struck a nerve. Besttosavethatthoughtforlater, he thought to himself as he loaded on his last piece of his chest plate. Loki turned around to see Thor sitting on his bed. Loki gave him a half smile.
"Go," he said to his brother, "Tell Allfather I am on my way now."
And with that Loki vanished into the dark before appearing at Sigyn's door.
Quietly, he straightened out his clothing. He listened carefully for some sound from her behind the door and was shocked to hear the soft sound of someone singing. The language was familiar, but not Aesir, and Loki wondered what in the world she was singing. Could it be Midgardian? He was unsure. He listened, but could not place his finger on it. Finally he knocked on wood door and heard the voice stop, before footsteps came near.
"Coming!" Sigyn called, and he waited a few more minutes until she reached the door, pulling it open. She stood in the doorway in a beautiful aqua silk dress, hair loose and in curls and framing her face perfectly. Big blue eyes stuck out underneath light brown lashes, and her skin was clear, her dusting of freckles even more prominent than before. She grinned up at Loki.
"You clean up well for ten minutes," she murmured to him, reaching for her coat. Loki, up until that point, had been unable to speak because of her outfit. She was so beautifully curvy, so beautifully full. Her hips were wide, stomach flat and everything balanced out on the top. Loki couldn't help the thoughts that ran to his head. She was so beautiful. How could Odin hide such perfection away in a dungeon?
"You, Lady Sigyn," he said with a smooth smile, "Are a true gem. I am honored to have such beauty be by my side tonight."
Sigyn rolled her eyes, clearly not one to take a compliment. Loki extended his arm to her and she took it, tucking her arm up underneath his. Her grip was light on him and he smirked.
"Hold on," Loki said, placing his hand over hers. She looked at him with confusion before he just grinned at her, smile wide and welcoming. He gripped her as they dissolved into the night air before appearing right outside the feast hall. Sigyn could hear music, laughter and suddenly she got very nervous.
"Loki," she whispered, "I don't think I am a very suitable date for this."
Loki looked down at her in all her beauty. She was perfectly suitable. In fact, she was more than suitable. The whole hall would not recognize her in her attire. He desperately ached to reach out and touch her, to brush his hand into her hair and wipe it across her pink cheeks, just rosy enough from the chill. She looked like a Goddess, like the goddess she really was and he would be damned if he were the only one to tell her so.
Without so much as a thought (as she often made him not think) he grinned at her, eyes boring into hers and spoke.
"You're perfect."
He just didn't understand the weight they had for her.
awww, what do you think? What of Thor, and how will the party help their relationship? Only time will tell! What do you think so far? Lovely? Hate it? GAH I want to kill you! tell me please :)