Warnings: Slight non-consent or reluctance. Still adult content. Also, want to apologize for what I hope is going to be Loki's darkest moment. Should be all up after that.

Also, I would like to say that my group scenes are lacking. I am much better at one on one interaction, so I'm cutting the Avengers completely. Thoughts are welcome. If you know where the characters are taking me, can you tell me? I have no idea.

##############Love is the hardest habit to break, and the most difficult to satisfy.################

Sigyn sat in the library of Bredablik, curled up on the leather couch reading by the fire. A whoosh of wind and a glow of golden light swirled in front of the fire and a moment later Loki's fists slammed down on the mantle, startling Sigyn as the dark stone cracked.

"Loki?"

He turned, eyes dark until they settled on her. There was a moment, then his eyes lightened, his shoulders tightening, a harsh breath slipping out of him. "Sigyn... What are you doing here?" He turned away, grabbing a goblet and filling it from the wine on the table. Staring into the fire, he took a sip. She didn't know it but he was thinking of what to tell her. He could not tell her he was a Frost Giant, she would run from him, so a lie it must be. But perhaps with a thread of truth.

"I was reading. What has happened?" Sigyn set her book aside, wrapping her silk robe around her as she stood.

"I had an argument with All-Father. I am not his true son." He took another sip of his wine.

Sigyn watched him for a moment. Then she stepped between him and the fire, taking the goblet from his hand. Setting it aside, she took his hand and kissed his palm. His long warm fingers stroked her face, his expression still tight. "What does that matter?"

"All-Father will never make me king, despite banishing Thor! For all he talks of loving us equally, he will never allow me to sit on the throne." He slapped the goblet off the mantel, sending it and the wine spilling to the ground, dangerous fury in his face. "I would make a great king."

Catching his face in her hands, she pulled him into a fierce kiss. "My Loki..." Pressing her body to his, arching against his tight frame, she kissed him until he wrapped his arms around her. His shoulders relaxed as she kneaded the muscles of his neck. "I shall love you no matter your station or parentage. I will always be yours."

His hands were quickly untying the belt of her robe, desperate to reassure himself in her body, slipping his fingers under her lace lounge wear. Pushing the green cape from his shoulders, she worked his gray leather shirt over his head followed by the gray fabric of his undershirt.

Sigyn's fingers worked their way under the waist hem of his leather pants, finding the lacing just as he lifted her, spreading her thighs around his hips and pressing her back against the wall.

Loki bolted upright, his body aching as the dream ended. The memory. Looking around the king's quarters, he sighed, allowing himself to lay back down in an attempt to get back to sleep. Wishing he had Sigyn next to him.

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Loki, disguised as Odin, watched Sigyn through the bifrost. Heimdall stood guard nearby. "My King? You watch the Lady Sigyn very closely these days."

Odin turned to him, imposing as ever. "Heimdall. Look for Loki."

Heimdall hid his surprise well. "My Lord, is he not dead?"

"His Lady wife does not believe so." Odin's piercing eyes pinned the guardian. "If he is alive, then he must be brought home."

Heimdall slowly turned his eyes to the realms, seeking the former prince. To his surprise, there were recent traces of him on many of the nine realms. Seeking further, he found that once again, Loki was hidden from him. Not even his body could be found. "I fear you are right, My Lord. Loki's body is beyond my eyes, and I cannot see him. Only traces of him."

Odin nodded. "Keep searching. I would have my son come home." He strode away, returning to the palace.

Sitting alone in his chambers, his illusion gone but his presence protected, he contemplated what to do. He needed to convince her to go back to Bredablik, where he could keep an eye on her but still hide his true intentions.

He must dream walk and convince her to go back.

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She sat in her room, unknowingly mimicking the cross-legged position Loki also assumed. The only difference was that she sat on a bed while he sat on the golden floor of the King's Chambers his own bed behind him. Something odd was going on in court, but she could not identify it.

"Open your mind to me Sigyn. You know I am alive. Now look for me." His eyes closed as he concentrated on her energy. He could see her in a gazing pool he had made, but he couldn't feel her the way she seemed able to feel him. He needed her to open the connection from her side.

With a sigh, ignoring the sounds of people in the building, Sigyn thought. If anyone in court were acting strangely, she wouldn't know it. She had been gone too long. What would she know..?

Loki. She would know Loki. But could she get him to admit to anything?

Closing her eyes, she lay back on the soft bed, exhaling as she reached for her magic. Wrapping it around her words, she whispered. Within seconds she was plunged into sleep.

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She 'woke' to find herself standing in the throne room of Bredablik. There was no denying what it was after Loki's actions, but once upon a time it had only been thought of as a hearing room. Her heels clicked on the smooth floor and she was found herself dressed in her casual estate clothes, pants and a draped top.

"Loki!" Her voice echoed hollowly, the sound reminding her that this was a dream. The room had been designed so that nearly all sounds echoed melodically.

"You called?"

He appeared, stepping from behind a pillar, with all his usual grace. His long limbs were encased in leather, his dark head covered by the horned helm, his shoulders draped with a sweeping green cape. He was dressed as he had been to be king.

He seemed pleased to see her, until he noticed her attire. "My Queen..." He smirked, bowing low. When he straightened again, she found that he had changed her clothes. She was dressed in a shimmering green gown to compliment him, her shoulders and arms bare, with a twisting crown studded with gems resting on her head.

"None of your games, please My Lord." She swept a hand down her body, returning to her previous appearance thinking nothing of his words or the attire he chose for her.

"Such formality from my wife. Are you still my wife, Sigyn?" He circled her casually, acting as if he hadn't spoken with her in Odin's disguise, his voice whip thin. It was his 'I'm waiting for you to make a mistake' voice, and she knew it, though it had never been directed at her. What she said would be used against her, as she had seen him to do others before. She again chose her words carefully.

"Are you still my husband, Loki?" She turned his question on him. Though she didn't know where he was or if he was injured, he never would give away that information freely, this had already proved that he was alive. Sigyn was ashamed that she was disappointed. She had been hoping to be wrong, to find that Loki was dead, and that she was free.

He smirked. He had taught her of deception and games, and she would try to use it on him? "To my knowledge our union has not been lifted, either by death or order of the king."

"Then act like it." She glared at him, and he spread his arms inviting her to change what she would. With a blink, his cape and crown were removed, his leather garments replaced with the more casual cloth he had worn before trying to take a throne.

"Is this how you would have me? As nothing?" He crossed his hands behind his back, pacing around her, close enough that every so often his arm brushed her. She refused to turn her body to follow him, but when she spoke, her face tilted in his direction.

"If you were nothing but my husband, I would have you." She met his eyes, her lips relaxing. Loki stared at her for a moment, his movements gong still. "If you were nothing but a man, I would have you." Loki shook the memory from his mind, dragging his eyes from her lips, aching to touch her as he had when she last said those words, when he put a ring on her hand.

He moved again, this time with a slight distance between them. "And yet, you did not come to me when the All-Father imprisoned me. Your lie is exposed... I was not a Prince or a King, and you would not have me."

"No. You were not a Prince or a King. But you were not nothing." She removed her jacket, tossing it to the ground. "You were an enemy of Asgard. The would be murderer of Odin." She pulled the edge of her shirt's neck line to the side and down, exposing a vicious scar. "The man I was punished for... nearly died for."

Loki stared at the scar. An arrow had passed within a hair's breadth of her heart. His magic reached out and found that it hadn't missed her heart after all. There was a small scar where her heart had been nicked by the passing projectile. "Frigga healed you..."

She released her shirt, pushing his magic out of her body as she did so. "Would you have me die for you?"

He didn't answer. They were both silent for long minutes.

"What are you doing in Asgard?"

Loki startled, wondering how she knew he was in their home world. The look on her face said she hadn't known until he looked at her. "You have learned new tricks since I have been gone."

"I had to. My husband could not protect me." She stood next to him now. "What are you doing in Asgard? You are supposed to be dead."

He turned on her then, his aura flaring with intimidation as he backed her against the long table that ran the length of the room. "I am regaining my rightful place. You will return to Bredablik, and there you will stay until I call for you. You will be my queen, and I will have you now!"

His magic crackled around them, her own coming up to fight it. His hands gripped her and pushed her down on the table, resulting to physical touch since his magic was not working on her, bending her over as his hips came to press against her bottom. She gasped, Loki had never turned his anger on her before, and had never touched her with the intent to hurt her.

He leaned over her, whispering harshly in her ear. "You are mine. Not Thor, not Odin... Mine." She struggled and he easily pinned her again, driving his hips harder against her, his manhood rising to the spell she always cast on him. "I will burn the nine realms to dust before I let you go. I love you."

She whimpered, and he grinned against her, dragging his lips down her neck. "Ohhh, do you like that?" He rolled his hips slowly, finding the crease of her easily thanks to her pants. He panted, breath hot and moist against her as his long fingers stroked what skin he could find without releasing her hands. "Are you wet for me, Sigyn? Shall I plant my son in you now?"

He bit her and suddenly her whimper turned to a sob. He blinked, jerking up to look at her face where it pressed against the table, tears seeping from her eyes. "This is not love, My Lord. This is obsession."

He stared at her, his cock withering at the pain on her face, both physical and emotional. "Sigyn... What have I done..?"

He pushed away from her and vanished, swirling magic left behind.