After her little confrontation with Sigyn in front of the other men, Loki started going to training sessions more often. One might believe she was only going to make them feel uncomfortable under her judging gaze, but, that wasn't her cause at all. Making them squirm was only part of the enjoyment. The real reason Loki watched was to be a able to sneak glances at Sigyn. And he must have been aware of this, because he seemed to be taunting her with every motion.
While no proper lady or gentlemen would ever admit it, everyone has their own personal fantasies. Things that one should keep between themselves and their bedrooms. While Loki couldn't say she loved Sigyn, since their conversations had been minimal, he was the subject of these fantasies. She let her mind wander while watching him every so often, and the effects were usually very pleasing.
The way his body would move with every slash of the sword at hand, with such speed and accuracy. How he seemed so concentrated on what he was doing, and how determined he was to do it well. It drove her absolutely mad. And that was when he kept his shirt on. When the fabric came off, she could barely contain herself. On at least one occasion, she'd left early, not wishing to give away the reason she came day after day.
Watching him was never a disappointment, for whatever the task during the session, he always went above and beyond what was required. She found that a very admiral quality, and from what she saw, his type was specifically what she was looking for in a husband. She would never dream of sharing that with anyone though, since she didn't want to be associated with the other girls of Asgard who wished to get married as soon as possible. She didn't like the idea of being tied down just yet, and wanted to be able to speak her mind and do what she wished, without some man constantly trying to tame her.
Usually, Loki was very good at keeping the gawking to a minimum, only keeping her eyes on him for mere seconds at a time, but, occasionally, she couldn't help but linger. Durning one of these drawn out gazes, Sigyn noticed her staring, and before she could tear her eyes away, he walked over to her, a slight smirk on his face. Loki, thinking rather quickly, kept her eyes on him, figuring out what she could say, to explain why'd she been staring at him. Before she could think of something remotely reasonable, he arrived, kneeling in front of her like any good warrior should when in front of the Princess.
"Were you trying to capture my attention, Lady Loki?" he asked, keeping his eyes down, even when he once again stood to his full height. Racking her brain for ideas, words tumbled out of Loki's mouth before she could control them.
"Yes, I was, Iswaldison," She kept her held up high, and her tone indifferent, even though she was sure he could the slight panic in her words, "I... I want you to train me in the ways of the sword." This caught the both of them off guard, Sigyn not expecting such a request of himself, and Loki not sure where she had come up with that.
"You want me to train you?" Sigyn repeated, as if making sure he'd heard her correctly, "My lady, I am not sure that you really want me to train you, seeing as I am learning myself. Perhaps you could talk to one of the Warriors three. I think they'd be honored."
"I do not wish to seek their guidance. They are three men with inflated egos, and nothing more then that. After what I've seen of their skills, I am not impressed as most of the kingdom is. However, you are something special. You posses a raw talent for the weapon, and I'd much rather have someone possessing that, as opposed to someone how is able to preform a few tricks for their adoring audiences," Loki explained herself, her distaste in the Warriors evident, the very words sour in her mouth. Sigyn seemed rather shocked by this entire situation, not sure how to respond. He seemed to be trying to process everything she'd just said, and come up with a response. Loki's gaze soften slightly, and, for a brief moment of doubt in herself, she worried she'd come on too strong. Back tracking in the conversation, she attempted to make it sound a little less harsh.
"I would love the opportunity to train with you, Iswaldison, if you have the time to do so. If you are too busy, I understand. You most likely have other priorities that are more urgent," Sigyn cut off the blabbering of the girl quickly, with a gentle smile.
"My lady, I would be honored to train with you. My main concern however, is that the men will taunt you, and they will disrupt our sessions together," he told her softly, trying to keep his voice down so the others wouldn't hear him, "If you could think of somehow to do it without their knowledge, I would love to hear it." Loki knew exactly how she would execute her plan, and she gave him a mischievous grin. Her doubt has now replaced with a surge of her normal self confidence, and she was back to being ahead of the game.
"I shall meet you out here, tonight, after the sun has long since set," she smirked, "Bring nothing but yourself, I will provide the equipment." Sigyn certainly had more questions, Loki could tell, but he did not question her. He nodded slightly, and bow.
"Of course, my lady. I will see you tonight~ Be prepared for a long, grueling session."
"Darling, I would expect nothing less of you~"