#lokixsigyn

[edelweissbarnes]

Hello everyone, I'm back!!

I'm sorry for the long hiatus, but I had a very difficult time...so I hope you enjoy this new chapter.

Tw: smut, angst, mention of a tentative of assault

Chapter 7 - is this Love?

The sun is shining and its rays are warm on my skin while I'm sitting on a blanket spread on the grass in the queen's garden.

After the unexpected, and highly inappropriate, visit of Thor in Loki's chambers weeks ago, the subtle advice of the mischievous god was reported to Queen Frigg, who bestow on me a certain range of freedom to walk her garden as I please, "to appease your Vanir nature" she said.

The Queen herself, today, decides to join me with her other maidens in waiting: Hlín, Fulla, Gná and Nanna.

They're intent on embroidery while subtly gossiping about the mundane life within the walls of Asgard. Instead, I, as one unaccustomed to gossip, enjoy reading a book of poetry i found this morning, on his pillow, in my bed.

Caught up in my reading, I bring the tip of my index finger to my lips, grazing it with my tongue and barely moistening it to help me turn the page. Suddenly, with a green shimmering, a small pink camellia flower makes its appearance, hidden from the view of the others by my book.

Without thinking about it, I take it between my fingers bringing it to my nostrils to smell its intoxicating scent.

"Oh, what a pretty flower...who sent it to you?" Young Nanna asks, shy and curious.

"I don't know..." I lie as the image of the flaming-haired god presents itself in my head.

"Well well, it seems our Lady Sigyn has a secret admirer... " murmurs Queen Frigg calmly.

"I don't think so my queen...maybe someone wants to make me feel less homesick... this flower reminds me of my mother's garden..."I murmur in response, trying to disguise the blush on my cheeks with a shy smile.

"Queen Mother, look who I have brought you," thunders suddenly the mighty voice of Thor, who comes into our sight followed by a tall, blonde man, almost as mighty as him, good-looking, seeming to rival the splendor of the sun.

"Oh my sweet son!" Murmurs the queen, rising to welcome the shining god into her arms.

As the queen rose, all of us, her ladies-in-waiting, also rose.

"Mother...as I promised you, I have returned... "murmurs the shimmering god softly before turning to us, approaching and greeting all of us one at a time before coming before me looking at me questioningly, with interest in his gentle eyes.

"Baldr, allow me to introduce Lady Sigyn of Vanaheimr, she is the youngest daughter of Lady Freya, and she will be staying here with us as Vanir spokesperson. Lady Sigyn, this is my son Baldr, the bright one" the queen mother says in a gentle tone, addressing first her son and then me.

As soon as he hears his mother's introduction, the young god gently takes my hand, bringing the back of it to his lips.

"Lady Sigyn it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." He murmurs with a deep note in his voice that causes a shiver of discomfort down my spine.

"The pleasure is mine, my lord," I murmur before performing a perfect curtsy.

I sense his eyes observing me with indulgence and I don't like the sensation.

" My queen, I'd like to take back the book to the library if you don't mind." I ask turning my attention to Frigg, searching for an easy way out.

"Oh sure dear. As my son returned, tonight there will be a feast! I'll see you there." She answers me.

"My queen, my Lords" I say bowing gently before walking away fast enough so no-one will follow me.

As soon as I enter the maze of roses, i take a small shortcut to the wing of the castle where my rooms are located, I feel two hands assert my shoulders, yanking me toward an alcove hidden from prying eyes.

As an instinctive reaction I materialize in my right hand a dagger, which I bring to my assailant's jugular with a lightning gesture.

"You know, it turns me on when you get aggressive, kitten" murmurs the god of mischief before leaning down and taking my lips in a needy, hungry kiss.

With a golden glint I make the dagger disappear and respond with equal transport to his kiss.

"Did you receive my gift?" He whispers when we break away to catch our breath.

I nod, lowering my eyes embarrassedly as I blush. He knows his message has come through as the language of flowers is a Vanir legacy and the pink camellia blossom subtly screams 'I'm longing for you'.

"And what do you want to say about it?"he murmurs softly while his hands travel to my waist.

"I need you" I breathe shamelessly. At my reply a sly grin appears on his face while he hums in approval.

With a gesture of the hand I make the book of poetry and the flower disappear so I let both of my hand tug the laps of his shirt, yanking him closer before tearing them apart, revealing his chest.

"I need you.." I repeat looking at him hungrily, searching for his mouth. He obliges my silent kiss request and I I feel his hands roaming from my waist to my tights pickin me up, securing my legs against his waist.

"I can't have enough of you..." he murmurs softly between our kisses while I feel his straining bulge grinding against the soft spot between my legs.

"Prove it...show me that it's not just the words of a silvertongue..." I whisper tugging his hair.

"I thought you like my tongue..." he replies slyly, groaning softly while he tries to lean me against a wall, trapping me.

"Oh, I love it...even more when it plays its magic between my tights" I breathe, surprise from my own boldness.

I hear him chuckles darkly.

" now we don't have enough time for the long play, kærasti...but tonight...tonight you'll show me how much you love my tongue between your tights..." he whispers under his breathe before his long digits taste my heat.

I tilt my head against the wall, savoring his touch.

"Always ready for me..." he praises me and I clench against his curling fingers, hungry for more.

I whimper meekly as soon as he removes his digits, gasping while I feel his manhood entering me with a gentle swift.

A low moan vibrates in his chest.

"You're so tight...I adore it..." he whispers against my ear before he establishes a thunderous pace.

The way he holds me,one of his hand at the back of my head, grasping my hair, while the other squeezes my ass, makes me feel claimed, important, necessary.

"Aaah!" I moan loudly feeling his cock, inside, grazing the sweet spot that makes me shiver.

I want to scream as the pressure become unbearable but, as he's reading my thoughts, his hand suddenly is on my mouth.

"I know...I know..." he whispers " I'm gonna make you feel better...but you have to be quieter...i don't want them to interrupt us.."he concludes as I trace his chest with my nails.

I let my tongue slip out, licking subtly his fingers before he puts a couple of them in my mouth. I taste myself on his fingers and the look that he gave me let it clear that he knows.

"Make me proud..." he whispers slyly before removing his fingers from my mouth and directing them in the thin space between our bodies, on my sensitive nub, circling it while he pounds me merciless.

"Fuck..." I curse under my breath, hiding my face in the crook of his neck while grasping his hair.

"Come on...come on..." he incourages me softly.

I feel the wave of the orgasm washing over me as a strangle cry eruptes from my mouth, against his skin, leaving me a trembling mess.

"There you go....there you go..."he whispers, nibbling gently my ear. He continues to move at an erratic pace, prolonging my height and searching for his release as well.

"You're squeezing me so tight...I can't....I can't hold it anymore..." he whispers under his breath.

I intentionally squeeze harder my walls and i hear him coming with a low rumble in his chest.

His release makes me feral and I suck on his neck leaving a bright purple hickey. He moans roughly grabbing my hair and claiming my mouth.

"If I wasn't in love with you I'd think you were trying to kill me..." he hisses against my lips, his breath short.

My eyes widen, his words take me by surprise and I feel my heart explode in my chest.

"I..I..."I stutter speechless before forcing my own weight down, freeing my legs from his grasp. As soon as my feet are on the ground I elude him and I start running leaving him behind.

"Sigyn, wait!" I hear him calling my name but I run as fast as I can to reach my rooms.

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"Damn it!" He hisses trying to recompose himself. He casts an illusion to restore his torn shirt and with a grim expression he leaves the maze.

"Oh Uncle, have you seen? Baldr is back..."the voice of Thor startles the god who replies with an annoyed sigh.

" tonight there will be a great feast...with lots of food, mead...and girls...I sense that you'll enjoy the distraction.."booms the mighty god patting his uncle's shoulders before bursting into a loud laugh.

"I'm not in the mood, Thor..." replies bitterly the sly one.

"Oh no, you must come! You see...my brother seems to have take an interest in the little Vanir lady in waiting...he just left me to go and ask her to be his guest tonight... I need a drinking companion" Thor murmurs loudly.

The god of lies grabs him by the lapel "he did what?" He asks algidly, a murderous look in his eyes. With an abrupt gesture, he releases his nephew before taking the path to young Vanir's chambers.

Once outside her chambers he notices the doors slightly open, so he could listen without been seen.

"Although very flattered, my lord, I must refuse your request. Your mother would prefer your presence this evening to shine... alone...without shadows of a lesser goddess." She says, the god of mischief hears her speech and slightly nods for the excuse, even if for him she's not a lesser goddess.

"I don't care about my annoying mother...I'd like to know you..." Baldr replies, a sudden feminine yelp before he continues "better..."

The sly one couldn't stand more and with a loud thud he opens the door and he clears his throat.

The scene before his eyes makes his blood boils: his nephew's filthy hands clutching the waist of little Vanir to get her closer to him, while she, with her small and deadly hands, tries to push his mouth away from her face.

"Nephew,the lady gave you her answer. behave or I'll make you" He says with an icy voice.

"Oh, uncle...just as usual you come to be a party pooper..." the bright one replies to his uncle, leaving Sigyn.

"If you don't want to entertain me, well, I'll find someone who wants...eagerly..and you'll regret that you miss your chance." he reply directly to the Vanir goddess.

"Hardly" replies the goddess, watching him leave the room with a disdainful step.

"Are you ok?" Murmurs softly the flaiming-hair god, moving one step closer to her but leaving the space to breathe.

She shakes her head before slumping down in a chair, her entire body trembling.

The sly one moves closer, sinking on his knees right in front of her, taking her between his arms.

"I'm the general of the Valkyries...I've been in war and I couldn't stop a single man..." she whispers shocked

"Sssh..he's gone...I will not let him touch you again..." he murmurs softly, caressing her hair.

His warmth surrounds her and the goddess grabs the back of his shirt, inhaling deeply of his intoxicating smell.

*is this love?* she thinks, feeling safe in his embrace *if it is, I don't want to leave him, ever again...*

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

"But it is true, you're everything I could ever want." LokixSigyn

"I am now King of Asgard," Loki said, proudly. "Making you, in turn, its Queen."

Sigyn stared, the shock of the statement and confusion after overpowering her ability to speak.

"My love, are you well?" he asked, stepping forward as if to catch her.

She shook her head. "Yes. Yes, I'm well. I simply...the title of Queen is an honor I never expected. To be honest, I never truly wanted it."

He peered at her skeptically. “You married a prince of Asgard, surely you knew it was a possibility."

"In the abstract, perhaps," she admitted. "When we married, my only object was to call you my own."

"And you knew who I was. You cannot expect me to believe titles played no part in that decision."

"They didn't. They never could," she insisted. "You're everything I could ever want. After all these years, is that so strange to hear?"

Send me a sentence and i’ll write the next five or more lines OR send me a ship/character and word and i’ll write the next five sentences

[quartzdawn]

If any of my Norse fans are still out there Im about to do a bunch of polls because I want to fulfill my promise on my LokixSigyn comic.

I didn’t forget about.

What happened is conveniently let my mental get the best of me and ruin my spirit in the comic. Got really insecure about certain things and one of them was my art. But the past year and a half Ive been feeling better and more confident in my work so after thinking of ideas I plan to work this comic from scratch and get audience opinions about some things I need help deciding.

Once I get all the input I need Ill update you on the progress of the story and tell you guys how this is going to go down this time.

Sorry to the people I disappointed last time. I was not prepared for the last story. Always have the idea but never prepare for the energy. This time I figured it out and have become more experienced with comic making. Hope you guys enjoy this version of the project and give me another chance to succeed in this version of the story.

[fred-art-95]

The party for Prince Thor is underway, but strangely all traces of the two princes have been lost. Loki in the company of Lady Sigyn teleported who knows where, while Thor flew away with Mjolnir. Hogun went looking for them and only Sif, Fandral and Voldtagg remained at the party. What will ever be happening?

[annachum]

YES YES YES YES YESSSSSSSS!!!!!! 👏👏👏👏👏👏

SIGYN BECOMES AN ICON IN ICELAND FOR A REASON

JUSTICE FOR SIGYN

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How many Sigyn see who want to make us believe that should rightly be forgotten!

How we love the Sigyn and fight for their history Sigyn see!

#JusticeForSigyn

[edelweissbarnes]

Hello again readers!

Here the chapter one.

Just to be clear, I'm a bookworm and I love mythology, my story is inspired by it but I'd like to mix some fantasy and some comics and MCU references...I'm sorry to "disappoint" you but the Loki I picture here in this story, in aesthetical appearance, is not the MCU Loki (even though I genuinely love MCU Loki and Mr Tom Hiddleston, of course). I hope you appreciate the story as much as I loved writing it.

Chapter 1 - Vanaheimr

The old and crumbling well at the east end of the royal palace gardens has always been one of my favourite places in all of Vanaheimr. Surrounded by the most diverse species of flowers and herbs, it still holds the most beautiful memories of my youth...

It was there that I saw, for the first time, the reflection of the lives of the inhabitants of Midgard.

It happened on a time when I had managed to escape from one of the tedious etiquette lessons of Guðlaug, my teacher. Once outside, in the fresh air, quick as a fox and barefoot as a savage I started running until I reached my little corner of paradise. I cared little about how to make useless little conversations or how to make the perfect bow, the call of my seiðr pulsing violently through my veins was instead extremely more inviting.

As it was then, with a golden flash, the surface of the water inside the well has become a kind of mirror where images, at first blurred and then gradually clearer, reflect, showing me faces, gestures, emotions, heartaches and stories of people who lived on another plane of existence, mortals, with a predetermined time to live, suffer, rejoice and love.

"Sigyn...I knew I would find you here..."

The sweet, melodious voice of Hnoss, my sister, brings me back to the present.

I turn slowly to look at her as she approaches, her golden hair framing her delicate face, illuminating the gaze of her hazel eyes, while a light, sky-blue dress wraps her luscious body.

It is impossible not to see the resemblance to our mother, Freya, the goddess of beauty.

" come, mother want to see you, she said that Aunt Gerðr send something for you and you must open it before you leave for Asgard" she says softly holding out her hand to help me up from my improvised bed of flowers. I smile back at her, taking her hand, and at the mention of my favourite aunt and her gift, a burst of curiosity arises within me. We walk back towards the palace, giggling.

As anticipated by my sister, our mother was waiting for me in the hall of her private chambers but I literally saw her smile fade from her face as soon as she saw me arrive completely dishevelled, my skirt soiled with dirt and grass, my hair tousled.

"Oh by the gods, Sigyn, you are a princess of Vanaheimr, You must start behaving like one! No more barefoot running in the gardens, no more climbing trees or riding your horse bareback.." she says seriously

"But mother...Svartr hates to be saddled..." I retort, receiving from my mother a look that suggests it is unwise to interrupt her.

I lower my head whispering "I'm sorry mother".

Suddenly she approaches me and take both of my hands.

"I know you are frightened and agitated... being presented at the Allfather's court is not a privilege granted to many... and you, Sigyn, have been chosen among all to represent the Vanir people there..." she speaks to me softly, while one of her hand tilt my chin up. She had understood my turmoil and also my desire to escape to the gardens to imprint well in my heart the sensations that those places always gave me. Once in Odin's court, who knows when I would be able to return home, to see my sisters and my family again. The idea of being forced to abandon everything I knew and gave me comfort destabilised me a lot.

I sigh " what if I...what if I disappoint you mother? If I disappoint our people?" I stutter " what if I'm not good enough?... I'm not beautiful as you or well spoken as Hnoss or sweet like Gersemi...what if I'm not good enough for be a maiden in waiting for lady Frigg?" My eyes tear up as I speak all of my doubts.

I feel her arms cage me in a tight embrace " shhhh...don't cry my child, you'll be perfect...you're so beautiful and kind and you could never disappoint me or your father or our people. Remember that they choose you. lady Frigg can't wait to meet you and you'll learn so many thing that I can't teach you here..."

I take a deep breath of my mother's scent, as if it were the last time I could smell it. I then feel her delicate fingers wipe away the tears that have slipped down my cheeks.

" go get ready, in a couple of hours we have to leave and before we do, there is a surprise for you..." she whispers before giving me a kiss on the forehead and letting me go.

As soon as she let me go, I went to my rooms, where Dagný, one of my mother's maids, was preparing my bath.

After I freshen up Dagný takes an immense amount of time to dress me and style my hair.

The moment she puts the brush down we hear a knock at the door.

"Come in," I murmur while running my hands over my corset, smoothing the fabric to calm my anxiety

"Where's my little sparrow?" Thunders a deep male voice as the door swings open. I turn towards the door and get up running towards the tall man wrapped in a bear fur.

"Daddy!" I say with transport, hugging him." I didn't think you'd make it back before I left."

" what do you take me for little sparrow? I couldn't not say goodbye to my little girl. Besides, your aunt Gerðr would have killed me if I hadn't brought you your present in time," he murmurs, smoothing his beard before making a box appear in front of me with a silver glint.

"How are Aunt Gerðr and Uncle Freyr?" I ask my father before turning to the box in front of me.

"They're fine, they're sorry they couldn't be there for your court debut" he murmurs in reply, he knows well from the glint in my eyes how excited and intrigued I am by the gift.

I let my fingers open the ribbons allowing me to finally see what's inside.

With a gasp, I bring my hands to my mouth as a thin tiara with a pattern of small, delicately intertwined, golden leaves reveals itself before my eyes.

"It's beautiful" I murmur meekly while my hands tremble.

"It's made for suits you..." my mother says, entering my room, I look up and see her encouraging smile before her slender fingers take the tiara from the box and place it on my head.

I turn to look at myself in the large mirror and the girl looking back does not look like me.

The golden dress she wears wraps her body like a glove, the corset emphasises her slim waist while the soft long skirt makes her figure tall and slender. The features of her face are delicate, feminine, a sprinkling of freckles colours her cheeks and her small nose, her eyes are as blue as the stormy sea while her honey ginger hair slides down her shoulders to frame her face while the tiara on her head gives her an ethereal, regal look.

"It's time" my mother says before giving my father a loving look and a peck on the cheek. I hugges him and then I follow my mother outside before she call for Heimdall to open the Bifrost.

I look around one last time as the rainbow bridge open before us taking us to the reign of the Aesir and my new home: Asgard.

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

LokiXSigyn no.16

16. How do they hype each other up?

Sigyn: Loki needs words of affirmation constantly to get him properly hyped up. Mostly she focuses on his intelligence; reminding him of a particularly effective prank, how he out smarted some arrogant noble, or an impressive feat of magic he performed. Add in a few compliments on how he's the most handsome man in Asgard and she's lucky to have him as a husband, and Loki is ready to take on the universe.

Loki: He is genuinely baffled whenever Sigyn feels unsure about something and needs to be hyped up. Mostly it centers on her duties as princess of Asgard; is she doing a good job or worthy of the position etc. He then focuses his hype over how nobody could ever think he incapable of anything. He talks about her intelligence, but more so her awareness of politics and how she navigates awkward social situations with grace. He tells her she's not only beautiful, but the most interesting woman in any given room. He reminds her of how much she does already know about the world and he knows nobody else who so completely personifies the title "princess".

Questions for Self-Ship/OC x Canon Couples

[siggytumbles]

Me, trying to decide if I want to do this LokixSigyn Siblings AU 🫣.

[bubbleteycosplay]

Sigyn wardrobe

Sigyn reboot in New Thor 25 Comic

[sigynoffidelity]

Loki and Sigyn !hp au.

dedicated to @yoursaviourhasarrived

Your Headboy and Girl dream team.

Idea was they were friends since forever because they houses are in fromt of each other and they´re very touchy and lovingly to each other and the whole school think they are already dating and they dont. (but they have obvsly secret feelings for each other)

(please be cool with me i try to get back to digital painting and I tried some... aquarel style)

[siggytumbles]

I've been thinking of doing this with some Loki Fics... I have an idea for a series of LokixSigyn one-shots inspired by every song on Halsey's Manic album 🫣.

[november-rayne]

The Gift of Togetherness Part One

18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT 18+

Summary: Threats of war have the Kingdom of Asgard on edge. The King and his counsel have been working nonstop to prepare the realm for the worst case scenario. Newlyweds, Loki and Sigyn, steal moments together when they can.

Genre: Smut and Fluff

Pairings: Loki x Sigyn

Word Count: 2884

Author’s Note: This is the first half of a reader requested one shot from my Loki AU fanfic ‘A Gift For Loki’ on AO3 and Wattpad.

Part Two

Warnings: Minors DNI Oral sex - female receiving, rough(ish) sex, degradation kink, size kink

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Sigyn woke with a start. She bolted upright in bed, looking around frantically to get her bearings.  She hadn’t remembered drifting off. The embers in the fireplace smoldered with an amber glow. It was the middle of the night and her husband’s side of the bed was cold. She was still wearing the same skimpy lingerie she had put on before bed hoping Loki would rid her of it when he finally retired. His side of the bed had not been disturbed and there was light spilling in under the bedchamber door. 

She quickly donned the sheer robe that matched her undergarments and slipped out of the bedroom quietly. Loki was not in the sitting room nor was he in the dining room. She padded across the marble floor in her bare feet to the glass paned doors of his office, bright light spilled into the darkened chamber from inside. She peeked in tentatively to see Loki writing in a thick ledger with his quill. 

Anger immediately flooded her senses. How could he have forgotten that she was waiting for him? But she quickly softened. He had been working so many long hours recently. There were rumors of Dark Elf activity threatening to disrupt the peace. The King and his council were on high alert, sending out spies to gather intel, preparing contingency plans and evacuation strategies, and taking stock of supplies, weapons and soldiers.

Her heart took pity on him, working so hard to ensure their people would be safe if the worst-case scenario should occur. The hour was late, he needed to come to bed and sleep to keep his mind sharp. But she also knew he would have a difficult time falling asleep with his mind so preoccupied with the rumors of discord.

“Come to bed, lover.” Sigyn struck a sultry pose in the doorway.

 Without looking up, “You go on ahead, sweetling. Do not wait for me. I am nowhere near finished.”

“Loki Odinson!” That got his attention. He looked up and his mouth fell open. 

Sigyn was wearing a sheer black bra and panty set. Delicate gold metal detailing trimmed the straps of the bra and along the waistband of the barely there panties. A gold charm in the shape of a snake dangled between the cross section of fabric between her breasts. Her pert nipples and the neatly cropped curls covering her mound on full display through the sheer fabric. 

“It is the middle of the night. I fell asleep waiting for you.”

Loki swallowed thickly “Waiting for me?”

She rolled her eyes and made her way over to his desk, perching herself atop it, “What is so important to make you forget about me? Hmm?”

He dropped his quill and reached his hand out to touch a creamy thigh, smudging her pristine skin with black ink from his fingers. “Nothing, kattunge.” His eyes rose to meet hers remorsefully, “Nothing is more important. I lost track of time. You were laying there waiting for me and I was in here doing something that could have waited for tomorrow.  I am so…” he ran his eyes over her body, “…so, so, sorry.”

She raised an eyebrow to him, “I might be persuaded to forgive you.” She stood and started walking towards the door, her ass visible through the sheer fabric of her panties and robe. “Instead of burying your nose in that ledger, come bury it between my legs instead.” 

Loki nearly spilled his ink pot as he bolted up from his seat behind his desk. His work all but forgotten as he trailed behind his wife back to their bedroom. Eager anticipation filled him with an electric buzz of energy. 

Sigyn slipped out of her delicate robe and sat on the edge of the bed as Loki brought the fire back to life. He strolled over to her side.  

“Freeze. Don’t take another step.” 

He stopped in his tracks and gave her a curious look. 

“I want to watch you take your clothes off…slowly.” She gave him a coy smile. 

Loki’s lips curled into a devilish grin. “Whatever you say, Princess.”

He toed out of his boots and kicked them to the side. He slid out of his jacket and threw it over the back of the chair by the fireplace. Grabbing the hem of his shirt, he slowly dragged it over his body.

“Slower.” Sigyn demanded. 

Loki grinned and slowed his movements even more. By the time he had pulled it over his head and let it drop to the floor, Sigyn had moved a hand between her legs, teasing herself while she watched him with hungry eyes.

His knees nearly buckled at the sight of her. His cock engorged so quickly it made him dizzy. A deep growl emanated from within him as he took another step closer to her.

“No, no, naughty boy.” She said breathily, “You do not get to come to me until I tell you to.” Her fingers danced around her clit as she put a foot up on the bed beside her, spreading herself wide for him. All he could do was stand there and watch as heat flooded his entire body. “Trousers. Now. Slowly.”

With unsteady hands he unfastened his trousers painfully slowly as he watched her pleasure herself. He slid his hands down his thighs. She was panting and shaking as he stepped out of the trousers and kicked them aside.

“I am… oh. Do you… ahh… Do you want me to finish on my own? Or would you like the honors?”

“Me! Let me.” He started to close the distance to her but stopped himself, remembering her orders.

She removed her hand and braced herself on the edge of the bed. “Kneel before your Princess.”

He was there in an instant, kneeling by the side of the bed, squeezing her thighs and crashing his lips to hers, kissing her hungrily. She smiled against his lips and started pushing his head south. 

“No need for a preamble, lover. Claim you prize for putting on such a good show for me.”

He chuckled darkly as he kissed down her neck and sternum, taking a few delicious moments to suck on her nipples through the sheer cups of her bra. Her hips bucked when he pulled one between his teeth and bit down, just hard enough to send a bolt of pleasure to her center.

“Ugh… Loki…”

He sat on his heels and put her legs over his shoulders. He made his way up her thighs with wet open mouthed kisses before he licked a wide stripe over her sheer panties. “On or off?” he asked her, his voice deep.

“Off.” She raised her bum as his large hands pulled the tiny piece of fabric from her body. He brought them up to his face and inhaled deeply. “Loki!”

“Your arousal is the sweetest perfume I have ever smelled, kitten.” He licked her cleft again. “And the sweetest nectar I have ever tasted.” Burying his face between her thighs like a man starved, he had her bucking and thrashing on the bed in no time as he used his lips and tongue to send her over the precipice of bliss quickly.

Loki let her catch her breath while he gave her slow languid licks, but when she attempted to remove her legs from his shoulders and stand he threw his arms around her hips and pinned them to the bed.

“I am not finished yet, sweetling. Let me have my fill.”

She moaned wantonly and buried her fingers in his hair, “Loki, I want to taste you.” 

“Not until I am satisfied.” He nudged her oversensitive bud with the tip of his nose as his tongue explored her cunt. He took his time bringing her to orgasm the second time. Savoring the way she felt under his lips and tongue, the look on her face as she watched him feast on her. The sounds she made as he pleasured her was music to his ears. By the time he heard the sweet mewls of her orgasm, his cock was so hard it was painful. He had wanted to linger there, on his knees with his face between her thighs, to make her come again, but his own need was becoming unbearable.

He gave her thigh one last kiss as her legs shook around him. He stood and pushed her down to lay flat on her back, bum nearly off the edge of the bed. The post orgasmic haze still clouded her mind as she barely registered that Loki was now standing, looming tall over her with her knees in his hands. She instinctively wrapped her legs around him as he ran his hands up to her hips and pulled her closer to him. 

Loki growled, low and guttural, as he pushed his cock into her soaking wet heat. Her cunt was quaking with aftershocks from her orgasm and he gave her no time to adjust to his girth as he pulled back and pressed into her again. As he held her thighs up, his hips started rutting frantically, his cock finally getting the sweet friction it was craving so desperately as he was pleasuring her. 

Sigyn’s back arched off the bed, the needy way he was taking her and his desperate, breathy moans, causing a wave of arousal to wash over her. She grabbed fistfuls of the bedsheets as the wet sounds of their sex spurred Loki’s lust and he drove into her harder. He was sucking in breaths through gritted teeth, a sheen of sweat glittered on his brow. 

She would have bruises on both sides of her thighs tomorrow, from his crushing grip holding her legs up and from his hip bones pounding her in this position, but she did not care. He rarely took her roughly and she was loving every minute of it. She couldn’t get enough of the absolutely feral look in his eyes, his loss of control as his usually precise hip movements were replaced by animalistic thrusts. The pent up tension he had been holding onto finally finding a release as he took her hard and fast. 

“Yes, Loki! Yes!”

He could only grunt in response. His gaze tore away from the motion of her breasts in her skimpy bra and landed on her face. Eyes dark with lust, wisps of hair clinging to the sweat on his neck, lips curled back in sultry sneer. He looked lurid and dangerous. Her cunt clenched around his cock causing him to hiss sharply. 

The angle at which he was fucking her added no friction to her clit, so she wet her fingers in her mouth and let her hand travel to the swollen nub, rubbing tight circles. Another feral grunt came from him as he watched her and his hips continued rutting into her at their brutal pace. 

Her walls started fluttering around him and her eyes rolled back briefly, “Come with me, Loki… Fill me with your seed... Oh… Ah… I’m coming!” 

His hips stuttered and his groan came from deep within him as he followed her over the edge. “Fuck, Sigyn.” His sporadic thrusts and throbbing cock as he spilled inside her almost sent her again. Her handsome husband wrapped in ecstasy was something she never grew tired of seeing. She rolled her hips as his grip loosened, his cock still hard inside her. 

“Mmm… Loki…”

He slowly regained his wits and looked down at his wife. Himself still speared into her, his cock not ready to call it a night despite the late hour.

“Look at you.” He pushed her back further onto the bed and layed over her, his feet still firmly on the floor. “My needy little cock slut is desperate for more?” She clenched around him; she loved it when he degraded her in bed. She bit her lip and nodded.

“You filthy little whore, your thighs are already slick with my seed. Is that not enough for you?”

She shook her head, “No.” She ground her hips up on him, “I need more.”

“Such an eager girl. Greedy for more of my cock, are you?” 

“Please, I need more. I was so very patient as I waited for you to come to bed. I laid here desperate for your cock.”

He gave her a languid pump of his hips. She let out a wanton moan and squeezed him again.

“Nasty girl, how would you have my cock now?”

She pretended to ponder the question briefly then answered, “I think I would like to ride you, if it would please my prince.”

He cradled her head in his hands and dropped down to kiss her, slowly, tenderly, letting his lips express all the emotion he was feeling in the moment. He was sorry he didn’t join her in bed when she retired, he was grateful that she pulled him away from the never ending pile of work on his desk, and he was so damn in love with her, he could not imagine his life without her. 

“Mmm… Get into bed, lover.”

He was reluctant to slide out of her, but he got up from his awkward position and crawled to the middle of the bed, laying on back.

Sigyn was quickly straddling his thighs and removing the bra as Loki watched. His hands drifting over her skin, he used his seidr to remove the ink smudges from the both of them. 

Sigyn positioned herself over Loki’s cock and slid down onto him slowly. Loki’s eyes fluttered closed as they reconnected. 

“Oh…” Her breath hitched as he started to thrust up into her as he held her by her hips. “Mmm… Lay back and relax, lover.”

She sat on his cock and placed her hands on his taut abs, circling her hips slowly, his previous spend and her own slick making sloppy sounds as she moved. She threw her head back ground down on him.

“You are a nasty girl, so dirty. And using me for your own pleasure as if I have not made you come three times already.” She bucked against him before she started bouncing on his cock. He watched as her tits bounced along with her, the familiar coil of pleasure started tightening in his lower belly.

“I will always need more of you. I can never get enough.”

“You look so pretty up there, your face is the picture of bliss.” His hands squeezed her ass then trailed over her hips. His eyes fell to where they were joined and he watched as she impaled herself on his cock over and over again. He hissed sharply and thrust up into her, stilling her body and fucking up into her from below. “Ahh…”

“Mmm… Loki…” She pressed down hard on him, and he allowed her to regain control. She lowered herself and he filled her deep, the head of his thick cock nudging at her cervix. The ache deep in her belly, “You are so big, lover. So long and thick. Norns.”

“And you take me so well, sweetling. So tight. Squeezing me. Milking my cock so well.” He moaned as she picked up her pace. His thumb found her clit and he pressed into it and stroked it with urgency.

Her hips stuttered as he pushed her closer to her climax, her movements were soon frantic. She held onto him for dear life as she came. Loki came soon after as Sigyn’s pelvic muscles spasmed and her body shook around him. 

They were both breathless and spent as she flopped down to his chest. He wrapped her in his arms and pressed his face into her hair, cherishing the scent of her, the unmistakable citrus that he would alway associate with his sweet wife.

Rolling them onto their sides, he slid out of her followed by a gush of their combined spend. Loki couldn’t help but watch as his seed slid over her thigh.

“Loki…” She whined.

“You cannot even imagine how erotic this image is for me, kattunge.” Loki shivered. “I love seeing my ecstasy painting your skin.”

“Loki!”

“Very well.” He relented and cleaned them both up with his seidr.

“Thank you.” She leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Can I play with your hair?”

“Of course.” He pulled the blankets over their naked bodies and snuggled close to Sigyn, burying his face in her chest and holding her tight.

She ran her fingernails lightly over the nape of his neck then pushed up into his silky raven locks. Earning a contented moan from him. Running her hand along his scalp and then pulling it away, letting his hair slip through her fingers and then repeating the steps over and over again until they were both nearly asleep.

“Sleep well, Loki. Know that I love you more than anything in this world.”

He pressed a kiss over her heart. “I love you, my sweet, sweet Sigyn. My priceless gift.”

She played with his hair until she felt the deep, steady breaths of sleep pass through his pretty lips. Only then did she allow herself to be pulled under, her hand still pressed to the back of his head, holding him tightly, letting him feel safe and secure in her embrace.

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My personal face-claim to who could play Sigyn in the MCU if she finally makes an appearance on screen.

I know that Emilia Clarke is often depicted as Sigyn in fan art, fanmade videos and projects, but I think there’s other actresses that have good potential to take on the role of the Goddess of Fidelity and wife of Loki.

1: Imogen Poots

I personally think she fits the exact appearance that I imagine her to look like as Sigyn. It’s her eyes and smile that really draw me in. She did work with Tom Hiddleston in a BBC film called “Miss Austen Regrets”. And I think their chemistry would match for the God of Mischief and Goddess of Fidelity. Also the joke being that almost every female co-star he worked with gets to be in the MCU ���

2: Katheryn Winnick

She’s a good very good candidate also. Her portrayal as Lagertha in “Vikings” is soo amazing! She would really do a good job if she were to play Sigyn. She’d flesh out her character so much and she could be a fierce warrior Princess of Vanaheim.

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Every time I see Loki say, "Our sister," I daydream about this little LokixSigyn Sibling!AU I have in my WIP. 🫣

ᴛᴏᴍ ʜɪᴅᴅʟᴇꜱᴛᴏɴ ᴀꜱ ʟᴏᴋɪ ʟᴀᴜꜰᴇʏꜱᴏɴ

ɪɴ ᴛʜᴏʀ: ʀᴀɢɴᴀʀᴏᴋ (2017)

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Chapter Ten: If You Had But Asked

- Chapter One: In the Service of the Queen - Chapter Two: Peace Offerings - Chapter Three: Salve for the Soul - Chapter Four: Kings Guard - Chapter Five: Not a Door, but a Window - Chapter Six: Typical Æsir Arrogance - Chapter Seven: For Odin’s Sons Are We - Chapter Eight: A Demonstration - Chapter Nine: What the Gods have Joined, Let None Put Asunder -

Summary: The start of a multi chapter origin story for Loki x Sigyn in the Marvel Movie Verse which will incorporate both mythological elements and elements from her comic backstory. This takes place between the Avengers and Thor 2 during his imprisonment.

Author: holderofthebowl

Which Tom/Character: Loki

Authors Note: Well it’s been almost 5 years... hahaha sorry about deserting you all, in the middle of the climax and everything. Med school and then the first few years of being a real grownup with a big kid job, moving back to the states and 1000 other things in life and such. Anyhow, if you are new to this fic start at chapter 1 or you are gonna be real confused. Sorry if I’m a little rusty, but an update 5 years later is better than nothing :) Anyhow ‘So I made you some content, daddy made you your favorite open wide’ I hope you enjoy. 

Rating: PG, A slow burn but we’re finally there. A whole kiss in this chapter and everything. 

Sigyn’s slippers clicked with purpose as she marched down the marble steps toward the dungeon. She angrily whipped both her cheeks with her palms. Her tears had changed from mortified embarrassment to red hot anger. The long train of her heavily embroidered and laced wedding dress draped along the steps behind her. 

She turned the corner toward Loki’s cell. The scene there did not surprise her. Four Crimson Hawks were upon him. Two of them pointed their weapons at her dark haired bride groom’s back. The other two, were pinning him to the bed, one was clamping manacles to his wrists, the other leaned an elbow across the back of his neck, holding him in a kneeling position with the side of his face to the mattress. No doubt trying to pull from him the location of their missing comrade.

“Where is he?” Sigyn spat at her now husband, with a level of venom that startled Odin’s soldiers slightly from their own interrogation, as they all turned to meet her gaze. 

Loki beamed at her, speaking as though there weren't soldiers leaning on his neck. “Sigyn, what a fine ceremony that was, beautiful, I especially loved the floral arrangements. So very sorry I wasn’t able to stay till the end. By any chance, would you be willing to tell me how it went?” 

Sigyn ignored his question. “Where is he Loki. Did you kill him? Is he dead?” She moved closer to the force field in front of her, her hands clenched at her sides, her nails digging into her palms. 

Loki chuckled “ I mean, one can only hope.” he said shrugging, The man above Loki snarled and increased the pressure on Loki’s neck causing him to wince. Sigyn pursed her lips before addressing the Odin’s men. 

“I demand to speak to my husband. Alone! Asgardian law gives me that right!”  Everyone in the cell froze. None had been there for the conclusion of the ceremony and for a single moment, the entire cell of men was shocked, including Loki. It was he that cut through the silence. A deep full laugh that reverberated down the stone hall, only slightly muffled with half his face pressed into his linen sheets.

Slowly the soldiers withdrew, undoing the manacles, letting Loki push himself into a standing position. He dusted himself off with dramatic flare, his face beaming. The Hawks lowered the barrier allowing Sigyn to enter. They shot her looks as if she had grown a second head, too shocked to be upset about the betrayal of their brother in arms. She walked past them trying not to notice. She doubted this would be the end of looks and side glances she’d receive, likely for the rest of her days on Asgard. 

Loki approached her arms out, as though he thought to embrace her. The sound of the slap reverberated across the cell. Loki took a step back, and rubbed his cheek, but his smile didn’t dissipate. “Where is Theoric?” Sigyn demanded crossing her arms. 

Loki let a noise of irritation slip from between his lips and rolled his eyes. He threw a hand up in a gesture of dismissal. “That’s not important right now. What’s important is...”

“It’s important to me Loki.” she cut him off. Loki ignored her plea 

“And Odin really let the marriage stand? Ha! I can’t believe it worked. I can just imagine the row that caused. Was my brother there? I didn’t see him in the crowd beforehand.” Sygin watched him start to pace, he was having a difficult time keeping the energy of a successful scheme contained. 

Her shoulders slumped slightly and she sighed. This was not working. She was going to have to find a different tactic. Why she thought insisting Loki do anything directly would work in the first place was beyond her. Threats and orders were not in the prince’s nature to obey. She thought a moment. “Well, I guess there is one benefit to him being dead..”

This comment stopped Loki cold, and he turned to her. “What benefit?” he asked. Good, he was confused. He hadn’t expected that. He didn’t like being confused. 

“I mean at least I won’t have to tell him.” she said shaking her head. Loki lifted a single sculpted black eyebrow. “You know, I won’t have to tell him how you tricked him into missing his own wedding day. How it caused a huge scene, humiliating him in front of the All Father and the entire court of the Æsir. And then, how in front of his family, and his friends, at his own wedding, I married that man instead.” She paused for effect, allowing Loki to contemplate that a moment. “You’re right, I’d rather not have to break that news to him. Can you even imagine how humiliating that will be?”

Loki was still for a moment, and then the corner of his mouth began to drift upward. “Oh, no my dear. You are right, that’s much better.” He turned and strode away to her toward the corner of the cell, addressing the Crimson Hawks who had been standing back, eavesdropping no doubt. “Tell Heimdall to cast his eye toward Svartalfheim. He should find your man there. If he didn’t die falling through the portal, or succumb to something on the planet.” Loki chuckled to himself. The guards left to find their fallen comrade. And they were left alone.

“Thank you” said Sigyn, some of the tightness dissipating from her chest. 

“Are you happy now?’ Loki asked.

Sigyn narrowed her eyes and stepped towards him “Am I happy now?” she parroted back her hand balling back into a fist. All her previous rage flooding to the forefront. Loki instinctually took a step back, his eyes flicking toward the hand that had slapped him with earlier. “You humiliated me, that was mortifying. That was possibly the worst thing anyone has ever done to me.”

Loki face contorted suddenly into confusion. “But, you said yes? You still married me?” 

“Of course I married you. If you had just spoken to me, but once, anytime during the months we’d spent together, before I ended up in front of the All Father. If you had given me any indication that...” the words were getting stuck in her throat now, fresh tears on her cheeks.  “If you had said anything, anything at all about how you fel...” she cleared her throat to choke back a sob. “But no, talking to me like a peer, a person would have been too difficult. Instead you come up with some grand scheme to get your way. Consequences to others be damned. You arrogant emotionally stunted child!”

“You wouldn’t have married him. If I had but asked you not to?” his voice was quiet. An innocent honesty to it as he searched her face, so profoundly uncharacteristic and sincere. 

Sigyn felt the angry leave her body, she let it go with a breath. “I wouldn't have married him.” her reply was simple. 

It was all she needed to say. He closed the distance between then so quickly Sigyn barely noticed and then his lips were on hers. He pulled her in tightly, arms warping around her back. She leaned into him, her hands finding his dark hair and kissed him back, just as hard.   

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Parce Mihi ~ Masterlist

Fandom: Marvel Pairing: Loki x Sigyn Summary: Loki and Sigyn meet for the first time hundreds of years before his fall. It’s not love at first sight, not at all. Though the more time they spent together, the more Sigyn realizes that he isn’t just an icy, bitter man and the more Loki realizes, that Sigyn isn’t just a dumb, naive woman. But their time is running. Dark clouds are gathering over Asgards mountains and the chaos is coming. Comes to destroy the peace and there is only one way to stop it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- "You know what I think Loki?" she asked him, but he didn´t move a bit, just continued to stare out of the window. "I think you are embittered because you are sad and lonely and you are too proud to admit that". Sigyn heard him taking a deep breath and saw his eyes closing slowly: "You know nothing about me" he said contemptuously, his own words being painful to his mind. "Think whatever you want Loki” she said whispering: “but I won´t let you hurt me" --------------------------------------------------------------------------

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