Morning dawned with a hazy, grey sky that suffocated the world in drowsy wakefulness. Sigyn woke to the light, finding herself pressed to Loki. His body radiated heat despite the coolness of the dawn and she drew closer absorbing his warmth. Her eyes opened reluctantly looking up at him, perfect him.
She caught herself as she leant into kiss him; it was not right for her to feel this way. Beginning to stir she soon found that she could not move. Loki had his arms wrapped around her still and he was for stronger than she, even in sleep. Sigyn remained where she was, silently loathing Loki, pleading for him to wake.
Loki began to stir at her movements. Dull light began to creep into the room, beckoning for Loki to wake from his slumber. He finally surrendered to the call of the dawn, drifting into consciousness. Immediately he became aware of the frowning girl in his grip. A playfully grin took control of his lips before muttering sleepily not yet fully awake, "You are a pleasure to sleep with, darling."
Sigyn scoffed, attempting to turn away from him but unable to in his strong grip. He sensed her annoyance despite his drowsiness: his annoyance at his presence in her bed, his arms confining her and his words. "Release me, Loki." she hissed, the words sharp and irritable.
"If you state one valid reason as to why I should then I may consider it." His grin only grew wider as her frown deepened. She bit her lip in concentration. He would not let her go simply because she wanted to, she reasoned, but rather if he benefited from the situation. It was not long before she had formulated a plan.
She tilted her head up, looking at Loki through her eyelashes and smiled coyly. "If you allow me freedom of your grip I will give you any one thing that you desire of me." she said innocently, hoping he would fall for it.
Loki raised his eyebrows not quite believing what she had said. "I will have to consider your proposition carefully before deciding upon my course of action." He pretended to not be interested in Sigyn's offer yet she felt his steady heartbeat falter at her words. She knew he ultimately was in control of the situation due to his strength but his weaknesses were at her command.
Eventually, he decided. He would have liked to keep her all day in his grasp at his mercy but her proposal held far too many opportunities. "I will release you," he began, enjoying the situation greatly, "on the condition that you kiss me like you would Thor or Steven." Sigyn sighed for she would have to do it. She knew Loki well enough to know that he would keep her here all day if she did not succumb to his terms.
Nodding meekly, she whispered, "I accept your conditions but you must make the promise that you will release me afterwards."
"Of course, dear. Have you ever known me to break a promise?"
Sigyn rolled her eyes before breathing in deeply, preparing herself for what was to come. She leant up, gently brushing her lips against his before pulling away.
Loki smiled at her touch but frowned at its sudden conclusion. "That is not how you would kiss Thor or Steven."
"I have kissed both your brother and Steven in that manner before." she said innocently.
"He is not my brother." Loki muttered under his breath, the words barely concealing his hatred. "You ought to play fair, Sigyn dear, or else I shan't play fair either." His hands tightened their grip on her back. Pain jolted up her spine, causing her to recoil but give up her fight all the same.
She pressed herself into him. Her hands finding their way around his neck and into his hair. Their lips came together in a tangle of motion. Sigyn forgot who she was kissing and focused on her senses, letting her body guide her. The storm of pain subdued at Sigyn's tender kiss; Loki could feel his pain clearing and the brooding storm vanquish. He kissed her back passionately, forcing their lips together. They soon found a rhythm, the kiss deepening. Sigyn could feel the pent-up desire behind Loki's actions and his delight at her touch. She wanted to please him, make him happy, make him feel that all those years of waiting had been worthwhile.
Soon she broke away, grazing her lips against his for the last time. Pulling back, she studied him. His grip on her loosened and a smile lingered on his lips, reminiscent of the full, shapely, red ones that had melted with his own. A low, content sigh escaped him, the air breathing past Sigyn.
"May I leave now?" she whispered, glad to have gotten her way.
A frown knit itself on Loki's brow. He did not understand how she could leave him after sharing such a kiss. "Do you not want to stay?" the words perfectly conveyed his confusion. He leant in for another kiss, latching his lips onto hers.
She quickly pulled away, "No, Loki, I do not wish to stay. You promised me this if I kissed you. I would not have done so if I had known your true intentions." She felt him strengthen his hold on her as she began wriggling beneath his arms, desperately trying to get away.
"Sigyn, do not think you can leave me after that. You do not wish to hurt me again?" She flinched at what he had said. The words stung as Loki knew they would. Her body weakened at the thought of hurting him. Collapsing against his chest, she knew she had done wrong by kissing him.
"Let me go." she tried one last time.
Loki shook his head and whispered a near inaudible sentence, "You are mine." A smirk crept onto his face as he leant into kiss her.
"She said let her go." A breathless voice commanded from the doorway.
The two spun around to face the intruder. "Why should I, soldier?" Loki snarled, sitting up and holding Sigyn to his chest.
"Because she is a lady and deserves to be respected." Steven stated calmly.
"So our valiant hero has come to save the damsel in distress. How moving, how heart wrenching, how sickening." Loki sneered, spitting the words at him, his disgust evident.
Sigyn looked up at him, "Loki, please." she begged, her eyes silently pleading with him. Reluctantly he let her go and watched sulkily as Sigyn ran to Steve's side. She leant up and quickly kissed his cheek, thanking him.
"And our hero saves the day." Loki chuckled, "What does that make me in this little tale? The villain I suppose." He started laughing at the thought, standing up only to find he needed to sit down because of his laughter. Sigyn and Steve stared at him whilst he laughed the serious situation away.
Suddenly, he stood up straight becoming serious. "Why are you here, Steven? In the early hours of the morning in a lady's private chambers?" The tension between them was thick, drowning Sigyn. She leant onto Steve for support as he wrapped his arm around her waist.
"I often come to have breakfast with Sigyn. She gets lonely in the mornings but you probably already know that." He smiled at Sigyn before glaring at Loki, "And to be honest with you, I don't exactly trust you one hundred percent, Loki. I'm sure you can understand why." His eyes flickered to the bed, raising his eyebrows he nodded toward Sigyn. Loki understood perfectly well his implications. He folded his arms before nodding at Steve, Sigyn and then the bed, raising his eyebrows suggestively. Loki's speculation annoyed Steve who in turn picked the oblivious Sigyn up and sat down on the armchair with her in his lap. A giggle escaped Sigyn despite her weary state, causing a growl to erupt from Loki's chest.
The noise startled Sigyn, who sat bolt up right in Steve's arms. She stared at Loki, feeling as though he were miles away. He was not the child she had grown up with and learned to love; unimaginable pain had changed that in him. The distance between them was too great; so great she would never be able to reach him again. Sigyn held her hand out to Loki, trying to grasp at something lost to her. She pulled it back, entwining her fingers with Steve's. The distance had been crossed with Steve; he was here for her. She need not find him across the vast expanse, she already had him. Tilting her head up, she smiled at Steve. The smile was warm and genuine, something she had not felt for a long time. Her pain was drifting away, floating to the place where the lost were, where Loki was.
Steve returned the smile, thankful to have Sigyn back. He kissed her forehead gently, wiping a few sparse tears away from under her eyes and her soft cheeks. She was brave, braver than most. "Shall we eat?" He asked her, not wanting her to forget her physiological needs amongst the emotional tangle.
"I'm rather famished." She grinned at him, standing up and feeling her stomach, "I believe waffles are in order."
They began to leave hand in hand before a voice halted them, "I gather that I am not invited to your breakfast?"
Sigyn spun around to face Loki. She had forgotten he was there at the prospect of food. "Loki, I think it best that you leave. I insist upon it this time. You cannot stay here any longer. I love Steven and if you are not willing to accept that I am afraid I cannot accept you. Once you have dealt with your emotions you may return." Sigyn left the room, leaving both men astounded at her speech. Steve soon followed her after regaining his composure from the shock at the mild Sigyn's forthrightness.
Loki sat down, feeling faint at what had happened. Everything had gone horribly wrong. The realisation that his plan had failed yet again was devastating. His feelings began to close in on him, suffocating his thoughts. He had lost his love that was never his to love to begin with. Before his emotions could take over, Loki pushed them away. He became angry and stormed down the stairs.
He watched the two making their breakfast; Steve had brushed flour over Sigyn's cheeks, causing a giggling Sigyn to flick flour on his nose. Loki smiled at them, imaging that he were Steve. He would have his turn soon enough. "I will leave Sigyn, my love, but do not expect this to be the last of me." He whispered to himself and left silently. Neither had heard his words or his promise but it did not matter; Loki would fulfil his commitment despite their wishes.