So... I see that people are reading this but I can't tell if they open it and run away, or actually read the whole thing. I hope at least some of you enjoying it. Reviews? So I know what is going on?
I changed where this is going, so I went back and changed the first few chapters. Nothing major, just took out the Avengers and changed some wording. Hopefully it will all make sense, please let me know if it does not.
I'm thinking this chapter is going to be the first one with actual sex. I will warn you before it happens, but, how you got so far into this if you don't want to read anything like that, I have no idea.
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Loki could not find Sigyn. But he could walk in her dreams. She had opened that door to him and he refused to allow it to close.
He found himself visiting her the night after he declared himself heir. She sat on a woven blanket under a tree, her back to him. "I see you have come to torment me."
"No." He stood, with stately purpose next to the tree. "I have come to apologize."
"For what, My Lord?" Her voice was calm, cut off. Loki wondered if she had witched her emotions to not react to him. "I gave you right to my body when we wed."
He nodded. "I do not have the right to hurt you... to frighten you."
"You have the right to do more." Sigyn stood, walking away. As her husband and the next king Loki could cast her out, sell her into slavery, even kill her without punishment.
"I do not. I swore to protect you, even from myself." Loki followed, walking a few steps behind her. "You have discovered I hide in Odin's image. Why have you not reported this to Thor, or those in Asgard who would not have me as king?"
"I took you for my husband. I take the consequences of that choice." She looked back at him and once again he wondered if she had been sick. Her eyes were dimmer than he liked them to be, her movements all had a limp quality. "I will not betray my Kingdom, nor my husband. I will do what I must to allay my conscience."
"Come home, Sigyn." He caught a strand of her hair as he had so long ago. "I would have you as my queen."
"Choose another. Set me aside." She pulled away, her feet crunching in the new fallen snow.
"I will not. My heart cries out for you."
She scoffed. "You heart cries out for power and the throne. Find a queen who feels the same, and once she has a son by you, let her kill you in your sleep what you both crave."
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Loki growled, stalking his chambers. His thoughts were plagued by the words of Sigyn. If Frigga were here he would go to her with this. Thoughts of his mothe... Frigga were painful. Loki had lost all confidants and now wondered if he could keep his own counsel when it came to Sigyn. He had never been able to predict her.
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Loki, his illusion of Odin still in the palace, began to search more earnestly for his wife. Without being able to see her himself, Loki went to a seer. Volsp was not as powerful as Frigga had been, nor able to see as Heimdall could, but her predictions were never wrong. Never precise... but never wrong.
"Seer, tell me of Sigyn. Where is she?"
The man chuckled. "She is hidden from you."
Loki sneered at the man. "Yes, I am aware of that."
"If you cannot find her, what makes you think I can?" Not an old man, Volsp flexed the muscles across his shoulders in a shrug.
"Sigyn knows how to hide from me. If you do not know where she is now, tell me where she will be."
The seer poked at the fire in his hearth. "She is trying to die."
"What!" Loki's magic flared with his anger and fear, his hair and coat fluttering before he could get it under his control again. "All the more reason for you to tell me what you know."
"She does not want to be found."
Loki slammed his hand down on the table. "I do not care!"
"That is your problem, Prince Loki." The man smirked. "Have a care for what she wants."
"You would rather her die, than help me?"
"No." The man sighed, standing. Taller than Loki, broader too, he looked enough like Thor for Loki to raise his lip. "What I see depends on you."
He moved to a shelf, retrieving a small pouch, before returning to the fire. Tossing a pinch he sat, staring into the now purple and blue flames. After several minutes Loki made a sound of expiring patience.
After several more minutes, during which Loki paced, The fire died down, changing back to orange and yellow flames.
"Well?"
"You would be well served to learn that great things take time." He closed his eyes wearily. "I saw your wife."
"And when, pray tell, shall I see her?" Loki's voice was harsh.
"The God of tricks is bound by his lady
The dog star tells of a spell, cast on one
The harbinger will cry of a throne given
Serenity will be found after sorrow
For the willing to give there be gifts."
Loki nodded, committing the words to memory. "Is that all."
"One more thing, Loki Odinson..." Volsp held up a hand, forstalling Loki's words. "You will gain more with honey than you would with vinegar."
"Is that part of the prophecy?"
Volsp shook his head. "No. Only words of wisdom."
Loki strode out of the home, calling over his shoulder. "I do not need your wisdom. Only your visions."
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Several weeks later, Loki had put his disguise over the real All-Father who lay deep in Odin-sleep, as he had since Thor went to the dark world, and now ruled Asgard with little opposition. There were some who questioned him, but without Odin, Thor, or Frigga, the people who opposed him had no options. And he was doing a good job as king. Now all he needed was Sigyn at his side. His own refusal to make an illusion of her chafed at him, his court questioned her absence, but he could not bring himself to fake her presence.
He visited her dreams, almost every night now, to assure himself that she was alive. Some nights he couldn't find her, even in the worlds she made with her sleeping mind, she was sometimes able to hide from him.
Tonight though, despite walking through a forest of fog, he found her.
"When will you return to my side, Sigyn?"
She looked down from her perch in a tree. "I am surprised you do not know how to get me there."
"I am King now."
"I have heard." She looked away. "Are you content now that you have what you want?"
Loki inhaled slowly. "It is not in my nature to be satisfied."
"Ah. Of course." Her voice caught. "This quest is over, on to the next?"
Loki appeared in Bredablik, fully expecting to find his bride waiting for him. But he could not find her at all. She was not in the library, dining hall, gardens, sitting rooms, or even the sun room. "Sigyn!"
"Yes Love?"
He spun, unable to find the source of her voice. "Where are you"
"That would be cheating. You have to find me to earn your prize."
Loki's face split into a wide toothy smile. Shrugging out of his cloak, he quickly climbed to the second floor, taking the stairs two at a time. "I am in a gaming mood. What is to be my prize?"
Her voice seemed to whisper past his ear. "What is always your prize?" She laughed, the sound echoing down a hall.
"Ha!" His long strides ate up the hardwood, boots hitting the floor in rhythm. "Don't make it too easy for me, Darling."
"I never do..."
Pausing at a crossroad of halls, suddenly he split, his illusions going down one hall each. She laughed again. "No cheating, My Loki."
All of his duplicates returned to him, scrambled and all with memories of seeing her. "Clever of you."
"Mmhhmm..."
He glanced to the left, then the right, hoping for another clue. Finding none he headed for their bedroom, half hoping to find her there and take his prize, half hoping the game would continue. The doors opened without a touch, both doors gliding on a whisper.
She wasn't there. His stomach leaped in anticipation of further chase. "Won't you speak, my love? Give me another clue?"
There was a pause, then... "I will trade a clue for your shirt."
Loki grinned, following the trace of magic that allowed her voice to follow him. His fingers moved to the buckles at his shoulders, threading them and pulling them loose as he moved. "Very well." The laces at his throat went next, and then he was able to pull it over his head.
"I do love your hair mussed."
He grinned. "My clue please, Lady Wife?" He dropped the shirt in the middle of a hall, not telling her that he was already following her voice.
"Mmmm, alright." She paused. "A place you have been, I was not in. Try once again, you will find me within."
Loki grinned. "That was a truly awful rhyme." So he must search a room he had already looked in, eh?
"I was unprepared. I did not think you would need a clue." Her voice taunted him, her magic leading him down the east corridor.
He paused. He hadn't searched for her in the east wing, as they did not use it yet, he had built it for their children. So why was her magic leading him there? It was a trick.
He turned around. Thinking of the rooms he had searched, he tried to pin point where she would hide. Carefully tuning his senses, he ignored her magical trail, instead searching for her physical signs.
A wicked smile crossed his face and he headed back downstairs.
Apparently she could tell he had figured it out, the sigh evident in her voice. "From now on, no clues..."
"Oh, don't give up now, Darling, I could be wrong." Loki smirked
"You are never wrong."
Loki smirked. "I will remind you of this when you decide to argue with me."
He pushed open the door to the sun room, looking around. She wasn't there. He growled. His voice turned sweet for a moment, while he spoke. "Another clue perhaps?"
Nothing but silence. That meant he was very, very close and she dared not speak or she would give her position away. Looking around the room slowly, he stretched his magic. But he didn't sense her here.
"Try once again..." He muttered under his breath, then strode out of the room, shutting the doors. After a moment he opened them again, and there she stood. Sheathed in silk, her hair loose around her bare shoulders, Loki felt himself tighten.
"Husband." Her smile was soft and he grinned.
Moving toward her, he delighted in her shriek of surprise when he didn't stop until he had her in his arms, both of them falling to the floor in a tangle of limbs.
"Your quest is over, Dear Loki. What shall you seek next?"
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"I shall seek your pleasure, Sweet Princess." Loki grinned down into her flushed face. Kissing her hard, his hands positioned her thighs on either side of his hips.
She smiled saucily. "And you will have it."
His mouth settled over hers, both of them arching as they filled with butterflies. Still new, only married three months, every sensation was amplified. Her hands on his bare back, stroking the skin and the lean muscles beneath, the feeling of having her beneath him...
He thrust his hips against her, taking satisfaction when the mewling whimper told him she was as effected as he was. The silk under his hands was warm from her skin, until he hooked his thumbs in a fold, yanking and filling the air with the sound of ripping fabric.
She gasped, head thrown back as he nibbled her neck, his hand reaching between them to the lacing of his pants. He bit down slightly too hard when her hips bucked against him, and she yelped, the sound turning into a long coo as her nails dug into him.
Tossing his head back to get his hair out of his face, he looked down at her. Bare, scraps of silk clinging to her skin, flushed a dusky rose. He made a discovery that moment, that when she was panting for him, her lips turned the same color as her nipples. He grinned wolfishly, licking his lips in anticipation of ravaging his little red riding hood.
Once his cock was freed from the tight leather of his pants, his fingers stroked her thigh, searching upwards until he found his prize. Soft, hot, and wet, her core clenched when he slipped a long digit inside her. He grit his teeth, hard column of flesh pressing urgently against her leg. Her hips rolled under his hand, fingers sliding in and out of her, pressing upwards at times, pounding deep when she cried out.
She came apart in his arms, her body flexing and arching on the fur rug as her inner muscles pulled and tightened, trying to suck him deeper. Her breath was coming fast and hard, her eyes closed, as she moaned and writhed, small tremors rippling under her skin. Guiding himself to her entrance, he pressed the blunt head of his erection into her.
Propping himself up with his knees he gripped her hips, pulling her off the floor and partially onto his lap. Thrusting deep, he felt her orgasm again, clenching and throbbing around him like heaven. Sweat had beaded on their skin, making them slick as he thrust again, planting himself to the hilt. She cried out for him, and Loki leaned over her, whispering binding magic in her ear as he slowly pulled away before sinking into her.
Flexing her hips, a trick she had learned recently could drive him to madness, she grinned. With two climaxes under her belt, the edge had been taken off for her and now she played with his control. Thighs tightening around his hips she arched, rolling her hips. Loki had to devote his control to stifle his reaction.
What she whispered in his ear next, made him growl a response, hips starting a fast deep rhythm. "I would have My Husband give me a child." As he felt the start of release, his muscles stood out stark on his skin, stretched tight over him, pulsing. He spilled into her, grunting, fingers griping her with bruising strength.
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After a moment, Loki settled their bodies into a more comfortable position next to each other on the floor. Both of them were breathing hard, their skin damp, hair mussed and tangled. Their hands continued to trace paths over each other, and Loki found himself pressing his nose to her neck.
"Your quest is over, My Love. What now?" She grinned, turning onto her side and into his arms.
"On to the next." He grinned.
She lifted her shoulder coyly. "Oh, and what quest is that?"
"To prepare the East Wing, of course." He grinned. He knew he hadn't planted a child within her today, with his power he would know, but he would enjoy continuing to try. She only laughed.
"My only quest is to have you at my side again."
She hummed under her breath. "And if I told you you had to choose. Me as your wife or you as my king... What would you choose?"
Loki hesitated. He had worked so hard to be king, fought and betrayed. Would he give it up for the woman he loved?
"That is what I thought."
"I have not given you my answer yet."
She tilted her head, a sardonic smile crossing her lips before fading. "Your silence spoke loudly." Turning, she shifted her body off the tree branch. Instead of floating down as they had as children, she dropped only slower than a stone would fall, landing in a hard thud that knocked her off her feet.
Loki rushed to her side. "You are weak. What have you done?"
She stood, pushing his hands away, straightening her spine with apparent effort. "Nothing."
"Volsp told me you want to die. Now, tell me what you have done to yourself." Loki followed. He knew that this was a dream world, but he couldn't help wanting to catch her if she fell again.
A short sharp sound came out of her, between a laugh and a yelp. "You went to Volsp? You are desperate. Worry not, I will soon be weak enough for you to find me."
Loki appeared in front of her. "Why do you want to die?!"
She stared at him, and he could see the weakness on her face. Sigyn seemed to sag under her own weight, neck fragile, wrists and arms looked thin as a bird's bone. Her clothes fit her ill, hanging from her as they would from a branch, empty, cold, and lifeless. Her movements were stiff, as if to stop from shaking.
"I would be free of this life."
"Free of me, you mean."
She nodded. "You claim to be burdened with purpose." She quivered, before she held herself tight again. "While I am burdened with the shame and guilt of your crimes. I must bear a heavy heart as I choose between my husband and my kingdom. Every choice I could make is wrong, so I am removing myself."
"If I am your king and your husband, then there is no choice." Loki's eyes bore into hers, refusing to plead with her, but refusing to let her go.
"My heart is already too heavy. I will not take profit from your sins or I am doubly guilty, and a hypocrite."
The world started to fade around them, bits of it crumbling as only a dream could, seeing through to other dreams.
Loki was shot out of the dream world, gasping for air. The dream had crumbled from her weakness, not from her waking. She had lost control.
He sent his magic in search of her, and found her. In a dark room of a manor he did not know, his wife lay in a bed dying.