"Hmmm…. You're a sculptor." Loki guessed confidently, but immediately frowned when Sigyn shook her head.

"Incorrect." She said smugly. She simply smiled at him in anticipation. He squinted at her, trying his best to Sigyn's talent. He had simply asked her, since he revealed to her his skills in art, he thought it would be a simple thing to ask her of her talent. But she made it into a sort of guessing game for him.

He sat parallel to her, resting his elbow in his upright knee, staring into her eyes. His eyes were intense, perhaps trying to intimidate her, to coax her into revealing it somehow. But she simply stared back with a teasing smile.

He pointed at her, "I know… You sing."

"Wrong again, dear Loki." She said, causing Loki to frown, leaning against the frame of the barrier.

"You're just lying now." He said, rather upset that he guessed incorrectly.

Sigyn laughed, imagining him to be the type of child to throw a tantrum when he lost in a game, "I must admit, seeing you getting so upset is quite adorable." She teased, making him frown even more, looking away. She laughed at this, and attempted to get him to look at her again, "Come now, don't pout! Tell me, how am I deceiving you?"

Loki looked at her. He smiled a bit, knowing a way he can fluster her. He leaned in, gently smiling now, "Because, you have a beautiful voice… I can only imagine how angelic it would sound if you were to sing…" He said, looking into her eyes.

Sigyn stared back, blushing. She hated when he did this. He began to realize that when done correctly, he could be able to seduce her for a brief moment. When the moment was over, she would become frustrated and flustered, becoming a babbling blushing idiot. But not today. She stared back, leaning in as well. She mimicked him, how he leaned in, copying his lowed eyelids and his slightly parted lips. She smiled a bit as, for a moment, she saw that her actions were seducing him as well, his eyes drifting to her lips, then back to her eyes, "Do you wish for me to sing for you then, my liege?..." She asked, lowering her voice in an attempt to make it sound as velvety as his, throwing that title to establish his dominance over her, only for the moment.

He smiled at this. Finally, she was beginning to learn how to play the game. Though, for the poor girl, he had been playing it much longer than she has. He inhaled deeply when she referred to him as her liege. Oh how he loved to play master, "Yes, pet, sing for me." He said, lowering his voice to the octave that sent shivers down her spine.

She stared into his eyes, and he into hers. For a moment, the sexual tension was so thick Sigyn was sure that someone could cut it with a sword. Her mind began to wonder what he would do to her if the barrier did not separate them… She didn't want to blush and look away! She would lose, this was some sort of game to him and she was losing!

She opened her mouth, and began to sing. Loud, and also off key. It was some sort of Asgardian folk song she knew as a child. She knew she wasn't doing a good job, and Loki's face was evidence of that. His expression was priceless, it seemed to be a mix of surprise and confusion. She closed her eyes and sang with fake passion, ending on a strong but incorrect not. She looked right at him, and he looked like he was holding in a laugh. They both burst out laughing, so hard that the guards had to circle back to see what was going on, before continuing on his rounds.

"Do you believe me to be lying now?" Sigyn asked, still laughing a bit.

Loki laughed, leaning back and catching his breath, "No you are not… That level of dreadfulness is one that cannot be faked" He joked, his smile widening as she pouted at his words.

"Keep guessing then!" She said, fixing herself into a comfortable sitting position. She was glad she managed to ease out of that moment of intensity.

Loki looked at her carefully. He stared back into her eyes, as if trying to find his answer there. He smiled after a moment's consideration, "You dance…"

The smile that spread across Sigyn's face was a ringing confirmation that he was correct, "You finally got it right." She looked very proud, "There's a human form of dance called ballet, I find the movements very fluid and graceful."

"You must dance beautifully…" Loki said, bringing a bigger smile and a blush to her cheeks. He sat upright, and leaned forward. "You must dance for me." He ordered.

Sigyn raised her eyebrows at this command. "Right here?" She asked, looking around. There were a guards that were at their posts nearby. Loki's cell was also adjacent to several other cells, they were not exactly alone. "I can't. Do you wish me to dance in front of prisoners? As well as guards."

Loki laughed, "I never took you to be shy."

"It's not shyness that stops me. People already think me insane visiting you." She sighed, "If I got up to dance in front of your cell, they will surely lock me into a mad house."

Loki smiled. He leaned back, resting his back against the white walls, "I will see you dance one day…" He said, "Outside of this cell… I wager that you would look like a vision, dancing gracefully under the light of the moon…" he seemed lost in his own words, as if he was invisioning it in his mind.

Sigyn blushed, looking away in hopes he wouldn't see her rosey cheeks. She noted his voice… How it sounded quite serious when he spoke of seeing it one day, outside of his prison. She looked down at her hands, "How do you wish to accomplish this?..." She asked.

The displaced prince smiled, "Come now, don't look so worried." He said, attempting to ease her, looking away. "As of right now, I have not formulated my plan of escape."

"Ah, so you like making empty promises then." She teased, smiling again once she saw the playfulness return to him. She couldn't be sure, perhaps he was just joking, but she knew there was some serious consideration in his voice..

"My dear Sigyn, I am a man of my word. When I want something, I get it. When I promise something, I will keep it." He said, "Nothing will be able to stop me."

Sigyn rolled her eyes. "Nothing but these magical walls." She said, giving the barrier a gentle tap with her knuckles. She remembered lady Frigga's warning to be wary of him. Perhaps she was right… He wished to get out, however he can. "Your mother…"

Loki looked over at her, but she trailed off. He raised an eyebrow at her and sat up, now fully attentive, "What of her?" He asked.

Sigyn looked up at him, "She approached me last night… She came to my estate." She smiled, assuring him. "We spoke of how she and my mother knew each other… They were close friends, apparently."

Loki examined her carefully. How could she have known of Sigyn's visits? The guards must have told her, they seem to work more for her then they do for Odin. Or perhaps… He glanced to the ground by his bed where he had shrouded his drawings of her with an illusion to hide them. "Was that all she came to speak to you about?..." he asked in a very serious tone.

Sigyn looked down at her hands, "No…" She looked up at him, her eyes gentle under his brooding ones. "She warned me of you…" she smiled a bit, "she thinks me susceptible to your manipulation."

Loki saw her smile and grinned back, "Perhaps you are…" He leaned back, gesturing to himself, "perhaps I'm manipulating you as we speak. Why else would you come back to me every day?.." he asked in a very joking tone. His mother's warning did not trouble him, he knew that she thought him dangerous. That perhaps this sweet lady was being controlled by him. In reality, Sigyn is the hardest person to control.

Sigyn's eyes were still gentle, calculative. She shrugged, "I do not know."

This response made him raise an eyebrow at her, "Those are the few words I never expect to come from you."

"I suppose I've never put much thought into why…"

Loki nodded. He didn't press the issue. There were some things he didn't put much thought to himself. He glanced at where he was casting the illusion spell over his drawings. One of such questions was about his infatuation with her. He gazed at her, and his eyes must have been quite piercing, for Sigyn's smile faded quickly. "I have thoughts as well. Thoughts I put aside, for I wish not to know the answer to them."

Sigyn looked into his eyes, his piercing green eyes that stared into hers, as if searching for something she could not answer. Her lips parted slightly, and it took all that the prince could muster not to look at them as she spoke, "What thoughts plague you so?..."

"Thoughts of you.." He said, his voice like velvet as the words escaped his lips.

Sigyn looked down, her heart bounding in her chest, "Loki I… I believe this conversation has gone far beyond my depth…" She looked back up at him, and his gaze softened.

He leaned back with a sigh, rubbing his eyes, "I'm sorry…" He looked at her apologetically. He watched as a few guards walked by, he'd look anywhere but at her. "I bring our discussions to heavy topics…" He sighed as he laid down on the ground, his back aching from being in the sitting position for so long. He rested his forearm over his eyes to block out the blaring white lights that illuminated his cell. "Come, lighten the mood then. Tell me a story."

Sigyn smiled, watching him lay down. She was glad he changed the subject, there were some questions that should stay unanswered… At least for the time being.

"I've told you many stories, I believe it's your turn now." Sigyn said, looking down at him.

"Alright then." He lifted his arm away from his eyes, smiling as he looked up at her. "What do you wish to hear about then, my lady?"

Sigyn pretended to think for a moment. She smiled, looking to the side, fixing her dress. "Tell me of your childhood…"

"I will tell you things other than that." He said in a definite tone, looking away.

Sigyn persisted. "Either that, or you show me your true form." She said.

Loki glared at her. The one time she brought up his relation to the frost giants of Jotunheim, he immediately stopped the conversation. He identified with being an Asgardian, and didn't wish to breathe life back into what he really is.

Sigyn simply raised an eyebrow back. She smiled when he let out a sigh of exhaustion. He looked up at the ceiling, recalling all he could about his childhood, as far back as he could remember. Sigyn simply watched him speak. She smiled, seeing that at first, he was reluctant, speaking in such a bored tone. Now there was more enthusiasm as he spoke, retelling tales of his adventures with his older brother.

"By the age he could pick up a weapon, he would always want to fight. By the age he could drink, he always drank. Imagine how terrible a combination that is." He said, laughing. He told her stories of their escapades, inside of the castle and out. Sigyn noticed how most of the stories involved his brother… Despite their recent rivalry, she could see that he still cared about his him, whether he admitted it or not. Frigga spoke to her about how Loki questions her about why Thor has not come to see him during his imprisonment. Though he asks it in a mocking sort of way, she was sure that there was some seriousness in his inquiry. Even if they were just to fight the entire visit, it was a visit none the less.

Whenever he brought up Thor, she'd ask more questions about him and their adventures together. The tales entertained her, but most of all, she wanted Loki to reflect on his relationship with his brother. On occasion, he told her stories about his mother as well. She asked questions that would allow him to elaborate more on their relationship aslo. She smiled when he told her that it was his mother that taught him magic, "My mother was my teacher as well." She said.

Loki looked up at her in curiosity. "I was not aware that you trained in magic..." He said, "What do you cast?"

"Protective spells, barriers and the like." She replied..

"Like this?" He asked, tapping against the walls that separated them.

"Similar, though I focus it mostly to shield specific areas." She said.

Loki nodded, "Do you do illusions?"

"No," she smiled, "healing… And some spells for combat."

She could tell that Loki wished to ask her more questions, but she managed to steer it back to him. He continued to speak about how his mother favored him over Thor.

"I doubt that, mothers do not have favorites." Sigyn said, leaning on the wall now, growing tired and holding back the urge to yawn. It was getting late, but she didn't wish to leave him.

Loki considered this, "I suppose." He looked over at her, "It was our mother's birthday, I was still but a boy. I spent all day roaming the gardens, picking her favorite flowers, arranging them beautifully." He said, mimicking the shape with his hands. "Then Thor comes in, the oaf complaining about how I stole the idea of giving mother flowers from him."

"Did you?" Sigyn asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, yes. But I figured that I would do a better job in the presentation." Loki looked up at her, looking proud, "which I did. Whereas Thor simply picked any old flower, root and stem. He was covered in dirt by the end of it, and dirt was still on the roots as well." He laughed and that brought a smile to Sigyn's face. "When we brought it up to her, she looked as if both presents were equal in her eyes."

Sigyn smiled, "I prefer Thor's."

Loki sat up and frowned at her, "Do you believe that's the appropriate thing to say to me?" He asked. She knows very well that he was always envious of Thor, but perhaps she was only saying this to tease him.

Sigyn explained, "He was willing to dirty himself up to get a present for Frigga. You were calculative and measured, even as a child." She couldn't hold back a yawn, and covered her mouth. Rubbing her eyes, she continued, "I enjoy seeing how your personalities haven't changed at all, even after all these years."

Loki smiled as she yawned, "Go. Get some rest." He instructed, "you'retired, it's evident by your terrible taste in presents." He said. Sigyn shook her head, opening her mouth to argue, but he stopped her, "Don't fight me on this, I'm tired as well, I will not let you keep me up." He was sure he wouldn't hear the end of it if he didn't insist he wanted to go to bed as well.

Sigyn nodded, getting up. He stood as well, bowing to her, "if there were no barrier between us, I would kiss your hand as a farewell.." He admitted, trying to throw in something charming.

But the Asgardian noblewoman was too tired to deal with his silver tongue, "if there were no barrier between us, I would ignore your kiss and head right to your bed." Loki raised an eyebrow at this, smiling deviously. Sigyn realized what she had insinuated, and rolled her eyes. "To sleep."

"Come now, Lady Sigyn. In your weakened, tired state, you've revealed your true desires." Loki teased, exploiting her little slip of the tongue as much as he could.

Sigyn sighed, turning to leave, knowing that if she were to engage him, she could be there for another few hours. "Goodnight."

He bowed, unable to hold back his wide smile as he watched her walk away, "Goodnight, Lady Sigyn."

AN:

Hello readers! I hope you all liked this chapter, it was pretty long, and all of it was Sigyn/Loki interaction! I think I was trying to compensate for my short chapter last week. :P

I encourage you all to search on google images: Thor-Loki: Little Asgardian Princes by Kibbitzer (I would have pasted a link, but it's not possible on here. :P)

This artist on devantart is amazing, and her image inspired Loki's story about Frigga and her present of flowers. She also has a collection of amazing drawings of Loki and Thor that I encourage you to browse through!

No cliff hangers this chapter, I wanted to leave you all feeling happy and satesfied... FOR NOW! (evil laughter)

Thank you for all the follows and reviews, and I wanted to thank all of you guys that come and read. I'm just happy my story brings so many readers in!