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The day was here! The village was gathered plus almost the entirety of Xaver's village. Sigyn's first thought when she walked down the aisle was if they had enough food to feed all these people.
The second was how handsome Xaver looked, dressed in his best clothes. Her heart leapt when she saw his eyes fill with tears when he saw her come into view. Her sister-in-law had skillfully fitted Sigyn's mothers dress to her body so it hung in all the right places; for the first time in her life, she felt beautiful. Her brother walked beside her, arms linked, and although she was grateful, she wished it was her father.
She tried to ignore the fact that with each step the scene around her flashed with the present and another world that seemed like a dream, where Xaver was replaced with Loki, and the people around them clad is golden cloth, everything was shimmering, to the seemingly dull bright day along the river. Sigyn tried to keep herself from searching the crowd for him, and focused her mind and energy on Xaver, willing the visions away.
Reaching the alter, she handed her bouquet to Luzia, and that was when she realized there was a single dahlia flower in the center of a sea of daisies….
She wanted to rush the priest, to get to the good part of the ceremony, she couldn't wait to promise to join her life with Xaver, and when his voice broke as he recited his vows, she knew he couldn't either.
Sigyn and Xaver had shared many kisses before this one, but this time, it was entirely different; she could feel it in her toes.
"I love you." Sigyn didn't know how much one's face could hurt from smiling so widely.
"I love you too,"
Sigyn never thought they would ever get through greeting all their guests but somehow they managed. When they finally sat down to eat the food was already barely warm, but Sigyn didn't mind; she was having the time of her life.
"Are you happy?" Xaver asked, his fingers laced with Sigyn's as they sat at the head table, watching couples dance.
"It seems impossible for me to say so…since father has only been gone a month, but I am," she replied sincerely, raising his hand to her lips.
"I am glad," he stood and pulled her to her feet and led her out amongst the crowd. She pressed her body against his, desperate to feel as much contact as she could; as they began to twirl, her stomach churned as Xaver's face was once again replaced with Loki's as they danced in the Palace hall of Asgard.
She shook her head to return to the present.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing; maybe too much to drink and not enough water."
"We will have to fix that. We can't have you bowing out of the festivities too early."
Too early.
Luzia had told her what to expect that night when they were getting dressed, not that she needed telling, but Luzia felt bad that Sigyn's mother wasn't there to tell her like her mother had.
"It's not all bad," she had said while lacing up Sigyn's dress, "I mean, you get used to it after a while and it can actually be kind of fun."
"It doesn't look like fun." Sigyn had seen animals mate before. Growing up in a farming community gave one the firsthand view of where life comes from and how babies are made, as she told Luzia.
Luzia laughed, "It's nothing like that at all, you'll see."
They danced for what seemed like hours and the moon was high in the dark sky when Xaver finally mentioned he was ready to head to the house for the night.
Heart beating wildly, Sigyn said goodnight to her family and to Luzia, who gave her a wink and an encouraging smile. Cheers erupted when the front door closed.
"A little nerve wracking when everyone knows what comes next, eh?" Xaver nudged her, and to her relief he looked about as nervous as she felt.
She followed him quietly up the stairs and into the main bedroom.
"Oh wow." Sigyn gasped. This had once been her parents' room, but it looked nothing like it had before. Xaver had added his own personal touch to the log walls, and the blanket that had covered her parents' bed that the women in her mother's family had painfully stitched for months, now hung on the wall above the head of the bed. It also seemed Xaver had had someone stitch hers and his blankets together.
"You told me you wanted to keep your blanket because your mother made it, but it's much too small for the both of us, so I had Luzia do this for us."
"It's perfect! I love it."
"Do you need help?" he motioned to the intricate laces and buttons holding her dress to her body.
Sigyn nodded, and as his fingers set to work, she remembered how gnarled her father's hands were the last year or two, and now he often would have trouble with a simple fork and spoon.
How long before Xaver's hands became that way?
"What are you thinking about?" he murmured as he quickly made short work of the dress.
"Just that we should enjoy the good use of your hands while we can," she replied, blushing.
Xaver chuckled and ran his strong fingers down her spine, following the dress as it slid down and off her body.
"The only person to see me naked has been Luzia," Sigyn blathered. Her breath got caught in her throat as she felt the feather light kisses on her skin, starting on one shoulder and trailing to the other.
"Are you sure you are okay?" Loki asked as he stood in front of her. Her legs shook, either out of nervousness or because of all the dancing… maybe a bit of both she thought.
"Of course I'm okay." She reached out her hands and tugged at the hem of Loki's shirt, pulling it over his head and off his arms. Tracing the lines of his torso she heard his breathing become heavier as her fingers trailed to the band of his pants; she slid a finger underneath and smirked at him, enjoying how wide his eyes got.
"Something wrong?" She asked lightly, as her finger dipped further down.
A growl erupted deep in Loki's chest. He gathered her up in his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist, and carried her to the bed. She loved the sensation of his skin and the roughness of the fabric of his pants on the bareness of her thighs.
Dropping her on the soft mattress, he covered her body with his, and propped up on his long arms, he covered her with kisses. She moved her hips upward to meet his; she had waited much too long for this.
"When are you going to lose those pants?" She asked, seizing a break in his kisses to nip at his neck. She could feel liquid heat, the swirling and surging grow low in her belly; she kept as much of her body touching his as she could as she simply couldn't get enough.
"When I'm ready," he whispered back, shifting his weight to one arm, as the other traveled feather light down the length of her body, finally coming to the tender skin of her inner thigh, where his fingers danced, teasing.
Sigyn moaned, moving her hips in hopes his hand would move to where she needed him to be. After a few moments, he finally obliged and slid one long elegant finger inside her. It takes long for her body to adjust to the invasion, and Sigyn brought Loki's face toward hers for long kisses as his hand continued to work on her.
"Can we please, get rid of those pants now?" She was breathless and flushed; she had been patient enough.
With a wave of a hand, Loki used his magic to rid himself of the offending clothes, and readied himself. Her fingernails dug into his back as he slid into her and they both gasped out loud. She already knew within a few moments that it would not take long for her, and with Loki's movements becoming more frantic she knew he would not last long either. Her body felt on fire with him moving inside her, and she had never felt more perfect and at one with the universe in her whole life.
"Are you okay?" Loki asked as she lay on his chest after, listening to his heartbeat finally begin to slow.
"I'm perfect." She snuggled closer to him, desperate not to break more contact with him than she could possibly avoid.
"I love you so much, Sigyn."
"I love you too," Sigyn blinked her eyes sleepily, and when she opened them…
She found herself covered under her blanket with Xaver wrapped around her, with no memory of how she got there.
The noise had finally died down outside, but inside her room the noise was deafening. Sliding out from under Xaver's arm, she slid a simple dress over her head, and wrapped a cloak around her body. She needed air and she needed to move. Her feet seemed to know where to go even if she didn't, because in no time she found herself at the river. The sky had turned from black to a light pink in her travels and the sun was just now peaking over the mountains, bugs danced on the water surface and water splashed as the fish below jumped towards the sky to meet them.
But Sigyn wasn't alone…
"Who the hell are you?" The figure had his back to her, but she knew who he was.
"Sigyn?" He asked as he turned to face her.
"Who are you?" She asked again.
"Do you remember?"
"It's not fair! I should remember my wedding night with my husband, my actual husband, and not whatever visions these are that you put in my head!" Sigyn yelled at him, ignoring the hurt look on his face, "Who are you?!"
"My name is Loki, God of Lies and Mischief and you, Sigyn, are my wife."