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november-rayne · 1 year ago

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Chapter Sixteen: The Best Man

Summary: After declaring his love for Sigyn, Loki sets out to make amends to Thor. He also pays Sigyn's parents a visit to put their minds at ease.

Word Count: 3100

Rating: Mature

*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+

*Minors DNI*

Tags: Brother fluff. Supernatural shenanigans?

Chapter Index

Loki returned to the palace with plenty of time to spare before dinner, his large satchel heavy at his side. He found Thor as he was returning from the training grounds.

“Aye, Brother!” Thor called to him as he saw him approach. “Were you just coming from the stables?”

“Yes, I had business in the city. Could you accompany me back to my chambers? There is something I need to ask you.”

Thor studied him carefully, “All is well?”

“Yes, nothing to worry about.” Loki gave him a genuine smile.

The guards at Loki’s chamber doors bowed as the princes entered. Loki set his bag heavily on the sofa table. “Please make yourself comfortable.” Loki gestured toward his sofa as he retrieved two tankards from the sideboard in the dining room.Thor took a seat and looked about curiously.

Loki took a deep breath, “I never properly apologized to you.” He settled into the chair across from him. “I behaved selfishly when I ran away. I let all the betrothal preparations fall to you. And what is worse,” he shook his head, “I did not send you messages that I was okay. You probably thought me dead. I did not consider the concern you must have felt. If the situation were reversed, I would have been an absolute terror until I knew you were safe. I am sorry distressed you because I was behaving like a spoiled child.”

Thor sat there speechless. An apology from Loki was a rare thing indeed.

Loki opened his satchel and retrieved a heavy canvas bag about the size of a large ostrich egg. “This should cover the debt you incurred covering my tabs, plus a little extra for your trouble.” He tossed the bag of gold coins to him, and he caught it with a grunt.

“You did not need to do this; I was never worried about the money.”

“I know. I know it does not erase the Hel I put you through, but I wanted to make it up to you somehow.”

“Well, thank you. I appreciate the gesture.” Thor placed the heavy purse on the sofa table and gave it a little pat.

“You can use it to buy me a proper wedding present,” Loki grinned.

“Wedding?” A smile broke across Thor’s face, “You are going to go through with the marriage?”

Loki paused for dramatic effect, “I love her.”

“No shit, dumbass.” Thor shook his head, “You are just now figuring that out? I have known for weeks. Get over here!” He stood and pulled Loki into a big bear hug, pinning his brother’s arms at his sides. He squeezed him tightly; Loki thought his head might pop off.

“All right. Thank you. You can release me now,” he wheezed.

“Sorry, sorry.” Thor let go of him and clapped a hand on his shoulder, “I am just so happy for you.”

“Here, let us drink!” Loki returned to his satchel and pulled out a cask of mead.

Thor snatched the small barrel from Loki’s hands, “Is this mead from Hansen’s?” he asked as he inspected it.

“Only the best today, Brother!” Loki held up the tankards as Thor unstopped the tap, filling each one to the top.

The brothers raised their drinks to each other, “To the Norns.”

“To Odin, the Allfather.”

To the Queen.”

“To the Gods.”

“To Asgard.”

“To the Nine.”

“To my brother.”

“To my brother.” The men drained their tankards without stopping until they were empty.

“Another!” Thor shouted as he slammed his mug down on the table.

Loki obliged him, and they filled their tankards again.

“Did you have something you wanted to ask me?” He took a big gulps of his mead as he leaned back in his seat and put his feet up.

“Yes,” Loki’s jaw clenched as he eyed Thor’s boots on his table, “Yes. I was hoping you would do me the honor of standing by my side at my wedding. Will you stand up for me and be my best man?”

Thor looked down at the mug in his hand, “I would love to, but that honor usually goes to a married man. You should ask Volstagg.”

“I love Volstagg, but he is not my brother. I want you beside me when I tie the knot.”

“Loki, I would be honored.” Thor’s smile widened, “This means I am in charge of your bachelor party as well, correct?”

“As tradition dictates, yes.” Thor eyed the bag of gold on the table. “Nothing extravagant, please. I do not desire a courtesan.”

“Oh no, of course not. I am thinking of something much more fun than wine and women.”

Loki furrowed his brow and shook his head, “I am at a loss.”

“Ha! Leave it to me, Brother.” Thor finished his drink and stood. “I must get cleaned up for dinner. Thank you for the mead.” Thor pulled Loki into a brief hug. “Congratulations on realizing what we all knew all along. You and Sigyn will be happy together.”

“Thank you. May I ask about you and Sif?” Loki picked up the canvas purse from the table and placed it in Thor’s hands.

“We are taking things slow and enjoying each other’s company for now. We do not feel the need to put a label on our relationship yet. We are friends, with benefits, if you will.”

“Fandral will be disappointed if he finds out. He has wanted benefits from you for ages.”

“Alas, too bad men do not raise my staff,” Thor laughed.

“You are not missing out. Fandral is all talk when it comes to his prowess.”

Thor’s eyebrows shot up, “You and Fandral?”

“Just once, after a battle on Jötunheim centuries ago.”

“And you were able to remain close friends despite that?”

“Of course. There was no emotion tied to it.” Loki shrugged.

“Huh. I could never have sex without emotions. Trust me; I have tried. I always end up with my heart broken.”

“Well, we cannot all be philandering bastards.” Loki clapped his hand on Thor’s shoulder.

“No, thank the Norns for that.” He looked at Loki’s face, “And Sigyn knows of your… indiscretions?”

“Yes.” Loki said quietly, “I told her in no uncertain terms what a scoundrel I had been in the past. I laid it all out on the table. I wanted her to know exactly who she agreed to marry. She embraced it in a way only Sigyn could.”

“That was very mature of you, Brother.”

“I love her so much.” Loki shook his head, “It was the right thing to do.”

oOXOo

Loki took a deep breath to steady himself before he raised his fist to knock on the door of the guest chambers Lord Anderson and his family occupied. He clasped his hands behind his back as he waited. One of Lady Anderson’s maids opened the door and curtsied. “Your Highness.” She stepped back and opened the door wide.

Lord Anderson was reading a scroll at the dining room table. Lady Anderson and her maids sat on the floor around the sofa table, working on a jigsaw puzzle. The picture on the front of the box was of a Midgardian city skyline. ‘Manhattan,’ Loki’s mind provided.

“Your Highness!” Lady Anderson and her maids scrambled to their feet and curtsied.

Lord Anderson bowed to him before shaking his hand and saying, “Did you come to see Sigyn? I could see if she is awake. She was eager to go lay down after lunch with the Queen.”

“I think the stress took a toll on her, the poor dear. She went straight to her room when she returned,” Lady Anderson supplied.

Loki suppressed a laugh. He too had rushed back to his rooms after lunch. No doubt Sigyn needed the same relief he did. He tried not to think about Sigyn touching herself, but the image flashed in his mind before he could stop it. He smirked, then shook his head to clear it.

“No sir, there is no need to disturb her. I was hoping I could speak to the two of you privately.”

Lady Anderson shot her husband a panicked look. Lord Anderson remained calm, “Certainly, Your Highness. Please,” he motioned for Loki to enter, “Let us retreat to the balcony.”

“Thank you.” Loki said as he strode to the far side of the room, “Ladies.” He nodded to the maids as he passed. He followed His Lordship to the balcony overlooking a courtyard and seated himself in one of the chairs at the small dining table.

Lord Anderson shut the glass doors tightly behind him, pushed his wife’s chair in, and seated himself across from the prince. The late afternoon sun bathed the balcony in golden light. The only sounds to be heard were the birdsong from nearby trees.

“Would you like some tea, Your Highness?” Lady Anderson offered to break the silence.

“No, thank you, My Lady. This should not take too long.”

“Very well.” Sigyn’s parents waited for the prince to continue.

Loki laced his fingers together and leaned his forearms on the table. “Apologies for showing up unannounced, but I wanted to do this before I lost my nerve.”

Astrid clutched her necklace, “Oh dear, has something happened? Did Sigyn say something to the Queen to make you rethink the marriage?”

“Calm down, dearest.” Erik placed his hand on his wife’s arm, “Let the man say what he came to say before you start panicking.” He motioned for Loki to continue, “Your Highness?”

“There is no need to worry, My Lady.” Loki gave her a gentle smile, “That is why I have come; to put both of your minds at ease.” He took a deep breath, “I know my behavior in the past has been less than… proper. I know my reputation is below stellar.”

Loki cleared his throat, “Meeting Sigyn… the day I met your daughter, my life changed. I know that sounds dramatic, but the instant I laid eyes on her, I was a changed man,” Loki grinned, “whether I wanted to be or not.

“I dug my heels in, resisted. Too comfortable in my old ways to consider the possibility of marriage and children. But I wanted you to know that I have had a change of heart.” Loki reached into his pocket, pulled out a small forest-green velvet box, and placed it on the table before him.

“Know that it was not easy for me to admit to myself. Please do not think me fickle. I will marry Sigyn, or I will marry no one. There is no in-between.”

Loki opened the box. Lady Anderson gasped. Inside, an elegant ring rested on a pillow of forest-green satin.

The center stone was an ethereal moss agate. Dark green veins ghosted through a semi-opaque white stone. The band was platinum metal with diamonds accenting the sides. It was graceful, giving off an air of mystery and power, just like Sigyn.

“Do you think Sigyn will approve?” Loki asked as he picked up the ring.

“It is beautiful.” Lady Anderson said, “She will love it.”

“Am I correct in assuming you have the same size hands? Would you mind?” Loki handed her the ring. She pulled off her ring, slid Loki’s onto the third finger of her left hand, and held it at arm’s length to admire it.

“Oh my,” she turned her wrist side to side, seeing it from all angles. She held it out to her husband to inspect. He gave her a nod and a sweet smile.

“May I?” Loki asked as he held out his hand.

“Of course,” she said, slipping her hand into Loki’s open palm. He gingerly moved her hand around to appreciate it. Pleased with his choice, his lips curled up at the corner.

“Thank you,” he said as he released her.

Lady Anderson gave the ring one more long look on her hand before returning it to its little box.

“When I decide to do something, I do it wholeheartedly. I want to be an amazing husband. I am determined to be an excellent father. And when the time comes,” He gave Lord Anderson an honest look, “I am resolved to rule your lands in a way that would make you proud. I will honor your legacy and the legacy of your sons. I will ensure your grandson has the same reverence when his time comes. And his son after him.”

Lord Anderson pressed his lips together in a tight line, crossed his thick arms over his barrel chest, and leaned back in his seat, fighting back emotion. Lady Anderson had tears welling up in her eyes and her delicate fingers pressed to her mouth. Loki conjured a handkerchief and passed it to her. She let out an audible breath of surprise as she accepted it.

“Your daughter and your grandchildren will want for nothing. I will protect them with my life and make sure their happiness is my top priority. You have my word as a son of Odin.”

Loki put the ring back in his pocket. Lord Anderson was nodding his head, not yet trusting his voice. Lady Anderson was dabbing her eyes with the cloth.

“Can I hug you, Your Highness?” the Lady asked through her sniffles.

“Certainly.” Loki stood, and Lady Anderson squeezed him around his middle. He patted her gently on the back and dared to glance at her husband, who was laughing and shaking his head. They shared an amused look.

“Erik, can you believe this man is the same babe I bounced on my knees?”

“That was a lifetime ago, Astrid. Release the poor man.” She did so reluctantly.

“Excuse me, but would you care to elaborate on that, My Lady?” Loki asked curiously.

“Oh, well,” she dried her nose and waved her other hand dismissively, “When we traveled here for the Warden ceremony, we left the twins back home. You see, they were in primary school, and we did not wish to-”

“Move closer to the point, dear,” Lord Anderson prompted gently.

“Right,” she nodded determinedly. “But first, I must tell you that the twin’s birth was…traumatic. They had to be cut out. The healers were able to save my life but told me that I would never be able to conceive children again, much to our dismay. We always wanted a large family.”

“I am sorry to hear that,” Loki offered genuinely.

“Here we were, so far from home and our boys. They were at an age where I was desperately longing for a baby again. So, I would take every opportunity to visit the nursery while I was here.” She chuckled, “Prince Thor never paid me any mind, but you would always crawl into my lap every time I visited.”

“Ah,” Loki chuckled, “It seems my weakness for beauty started early.”

“Apparently so,” Astrid laughed. I was always curious why you were named the God of Mischief and Chaos. You so loved to be cuddled.”

‘Still do.’ Loki thought.

“Anyway, I would play with you and bounce you on my knees. You would settle in my lap, and I would read you stories until you fell asleep in my arms. I would hold you and desperately pray to the Norns for another baby. I prayed to the Norns and all the Gods, hoping for another child, hopefully, a girl, but a healthy child was all I wanted.”

Her words triggered a memory. “Wait…” Loki furrowed his brow, “Was the prayer always the same?”

“Yes, I would pray, ‘Hear me, Norns, and change my fate. Hear me, Gods; show mercy on me; bless me with a child. I pray that…’”

“…you would open my closed womb and allow my body to conceive a healthy daughter,’” Loki finished. “I remember.”

Astrid was stunned. She swayed where she stood, “I... I never once uttered the prayer out loud. You…were just a baby. How…how could you remember that?”

“Curious… And this was the same trip you conceived Sigyn?”

“Yes,” her eyes widened, “You heard my prayer. You answered my prayer!” She clutched Loki’s hand and sobbed, “Thank you! Thank you!”

Lord Anderson pulled her away and tried to calm her.

“Wait,” Loki’s mind was spinning, “wait, I didn’t… as you said, I was just a child… I could not have answered your prayer.”

“It is quite the coincidence.” Erik patted his wife’s back, “Just a coincidence, dearest. Calm yourself.”

“Perhaps the healers were just mistaken? Perhaps the romantic getaway was just what you needed to conceive again?” Loki offered.

“Perhaps…” She sniffled, “But how could-”

“Shhh,” the Lord stroked her, “Why don’t you go compose yourself and prepare for dinner? We can think on this more later. We mustn’t take up any more of the prince’s time.” He kissed her forehead and led her to the door, “You go ahead, dearest. I want to speak to the prince privately.”

She nodded and gave Loki a brief look and a curtsey before she headed inside.

There were a few moments of silence before Lord Anderson spoke, “Do you think there is any merit in her claim?”

Loki was thoughtful for a few seconds before he replied, “Highly unlikely, but I do not know. My gifts were just developing. I will talk to the Queen; this is more her area of expertise.”

Lord Anderson nodded, “I want to thank you for stopping by. Astrid…worries. She was against this match initially. You were not wrong about your reputation.”

Loki frowned, “And yet you promised your daughter to me?”

“Rumors only tell part of the story. I know what kind of man your father is. He would not entrust you with the job you do for him if you were a completely spoiled princeling whose only concerns were drinking and whoring.” Erik put his hand on Loki’s shoulder and gave him a wink, “I was a young man once. I will not fault you for enjoying your youth before you were tied down to a wife and children. I do not doubt I am leaving my baby girl in good hands.”

“Thank you, sir. Sigyn has stolen my heart. I think I would rather die than see her unhappy.”

“You will have your hands full. She has been terribly spoiled. I always felt that she was born to be a princess. It was only the best for my little girl.”

“Despite her affinity for expensive dresses, Sigyn is the kindest, most grounded person I have ever met. I have never felt any judgment from her. Only love, understanding, and wit. I will love her as long as I exist.”

“That’s a good man.” He patted Loki’s shoulder.

“Well, I must take my leave. Thank you for letting me interrupt your evening.”

“You can stop by anytime.”

Loki grinned, “You may come to regret that offer. Swooning over Sigyn has become my new favorite hobby.”

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sigynoffidelity · 10 months ago

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thetempleofthemasaigoddess · 1 year ago

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Vassal of the King (part 8)

Frerin x OFC

Author's annotations are here!

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Frerin is one hundred and twenty years old on the day he finds himself at a crossroad.

It is a difficult period for both of them. Verdandi's mother, mistress Sigyn, has passed into the Halls a month ago, throwing the Dwarf woman into despair; she cries constantly, and does not get out of the house unless she really cannot help it, spending hours alone in her room. Frerin, who has known the same pain and the same loss when he was still a boy (sometimes he thinks it is a good thing his mother never saw her family wandering around Middle-earth without a home and her husband lose his mind and disappear, but her death on the day of Smaug's attack is an agony he knows he will never heal from) does his best to comfort and console her, but he does not know how, and no matter how strong and deep is the love and the affection between them, and while she appreciate the effort, he has the impression his wife does not actually wants him around.

Verdandi, who is always happy to share her joy and help those in need, is private in her pain; she hides her sadness, her tears, not so much pretending everything is all right but withdrawing into herself, bearing her loss in private and behind a shut door. Frerin's by now familiar sense of helplessness returns once more, and the thought that his wife does not want him close in a moment like that wounds him, but he hopes that the baby Verdandi is carrying in her womb will give her the strenght to keep going and to smile again.

Four weeks later (in a terrible, bloody day in which Skuld comes see him at the forge in the middle of the morning, and Frerin understands what has happened without the need for his sister-in-law to speak, looking at her ashen face and red eyes is enough) Verdandi loses the baby. Skai has no idea why: the Dwarf woman is young and healthy, and the sadness for the loss of her mother did not cause her to neglect her health or to forget their unborn baby needed to be taken care of. Still, it happens, and the sibling she and Frerin had hoped to give Sindri passes into the Halls, before their parents had had the time to give them a name, too small to even reveal whether they would have been a boy or a girl.

Frerin is beside himself with pain. He cries every night, all night, asking Mahal the reason for that tragedy, and tormenting himself with the (completely unreasonable; but if there has been a moment in his life he has been able to think clearly, this is not it) suspicion the Maker is punishing him for running away from his duties towards his family and kin. He holds Sindri against him, he brings the child wherever he goes, including the forge, which the child had until now been forbidden to enter out of fear he might hurt himself, prey of an irrational but persistent fear something terrible might happen to him as well, if Frerin is not there to protect him. Quiet, reserved Sindri does not ask questions, but uncle Skai has explained to him the loss of the little sibling he had not even known of until then, and he does his best to comfort his parents with his love: he hugs them, kisses them, keeps them company and attempts to distract them as often as he can. It helps, very much, but it is not enough, not yet.

Verdandi has closed into herself even more than before, hiding her guilt and hatred for herself behind walls so high not even her sister, and her child, and her husband, can reach her. At night, she lies on the bed, unmoving, turning her back to Frerin to clearly communicate she does not wish to be touched, in any way. Frerin is tormented by the suspicion his wife blames him for what has happened, since he had been the one to propose they try for another child and even if she had enthusiastically accepted. A distance has grown between them, where before they were so close, physically (even though abstinence is the least of his worries, since he would rather wait before trying again as well, and his libido has never been so low) and spiritually, a gesture or a look were enough to make each of them perceive what the other was thinking; he fears the tragedy they suffered will destroy his family, and everything he and his beloved, darling wife have built together, all the happy moments and the hopes for their future. It is a terrifying prospect, enough to keep him awake at night, praying and tormenting himself as he searches for a solution.

It is in moment like this that he wishes the most his mother and sister were still with him; as women, they could perhaps help him decide how to best comfort his wife. But his mother has passed into the Halls years ago (and maybe she is with the baby now, as is mistress Sigyn; it is a sweet thought, even though it does not help either) and Dís is almost as far from him, and no matter how fond Frerin is of Skuld, and Skai, and the good Dwarves of Tharak Bazan, there is no one he can ask for help. He is worried for his wife and her well-being, and for Sindri, who is naturally affected by the tension infecting the house like a plague, and then he has his own pain to deal with, the sense of loss and mourning for something that was as little as his finger and still so precious, a darkness that no one and nothing can seem to help him find a light in...

Had the child been a boy, they would have named him Thorin; Verdandi had been the one to propose it, and Frerin had loved her for that.

One day, two months after Verdandi's miscarriage, Skai comes see him at the forge minutes before he is meant to close; the two reach the closest tavern (not The Axe and the Holly, but one he has never been with Verdandi) and drink more than they should. Frerin is sincerely fond of his brother-in-law, and to stay out of the house for a while, to vent and express his frustration and helplessness, and maybe to forget his woes in the ale, is liberating, and exactly what he needs.

They have reached the bottom of their fourth tankard when Skai, searching for a topic of conversation other than his siblings-in-law's recent tribulations and completely unaware of the effect those words will have on Frerin, asks: "By the way, have you heard the news about Erebor?"

Frerin almost chokes on his ale.

Erebor has been reclaimed. Apparently it has to do with a strange little creature hailing from the lands west of the Anduin river, and the honor of killing the dragon belongs to the heir of the King of Dale, not to the Dwarves, but it is true: Smaug is dead, and the Line of Durin has taken back what is theirs.

They have returned home.

To keep his calm, to prevent Skai (who is more than tipsy at the moment, but still much more perceptive than many Dwarves) from suspecting what he is feeling and how much those news affect him, is one of the hardest things Frerin has even had to do, but he pulls it off, and his brother-in-law is happy to tell him everything he knows (which is very little, but at least he is sure of what he is reporting, since apparently the whole city has talked about nothing else since early morning) thinking Frerin is simply curious, and happy to think about something other than the loss of his child.

That night, after a quiet dinner, Frerin sits on the steps out of the door, lits his pipe and smokes, silent and alone, as he looks at the stars.

Thorin is the new King of Erebor. Skai was not completely sure of the name, but he is called ashenshield or something of the sort, he said, so Frerin has no doubt: it is really his brother - his stubborn, brave, reckless, beloved older brother.

Frerin is happy, of course; he is overjoyed, as much as he can be after Verdandi's miscarriage, and part of him wants to kneel and give thanks to the Maker from now to eternity, thanking Him for not forsaking the Line of Durin. The other part of his heart, though, is troubled: Thorin is alive, but what about the others? Dís, and Balin and Dwalin, and all the others? Did they find out what happened to his father?

Part of him wishes he could go back; now that it is safe to do so, and that others have toiled and risked their lives. The thought fills him with shame, but Frerin cannot help it, nor can he lie to his heart, and as he creates smoke rings that idly dissolve in the cool night air, and as Verdandi observes him, unseen, from the window of their bedroom, he lets his thoughts wander, and fantasies fill his mind. He imagines going back to Erebor, being a prince, a brother and a King's heir once more, sleeping in the large and comfortable room of his childhood and living among the riches and the luxuries he was born in. He dreams of showing his homeland to Vedandi and Sindri, and he is sure they would love him just like he does, that Dís and Verdandi would love each other like sisters, that his family would grow fond of the child, and that him, Frerin, could finally give his family everything they deserve, and that they want, instead of a simple and modest existence, lived considering every little expense and saving in fear of harder times.

He dreams of Thorin; to make peace with him, to apologize and see himself forgiven, and to tell him I love you, and to hear him say I love you as well, little brother. That for him would be enough.

Those are dreams and nothing more. Frerin cannot go back and he knows; first of all because Dwarves are slow to forget any wrong they have suffered, and he has never known anyone more capable of bearing a grudge than Thorin, son of Thráin, son of Thrór, King under the Mountain. Almost fifty years have passed since he ran away, but it could have been fifty centuries, and nothing would change: Frerin knows his brother has not forgiven him, and that if they were to meet Thorin would still hold his past sins against him, the way he ran when he was needed the most, abandoning his family until he could return and undeservingly enjoy the fruit of his kinsmen's sacrifices. And while Frerin might perhaps endure the shame, he could never bear to have his wife and son witness it.

And after all, he does not want to return; not really. He was not made to be a prince, this he has always known; he could never accept the responsibilities, the obligations the role entiles, he knew this on that night at the gates of Khazad-dûm and now, half a century later, he is more sure than ever. He is Fjalar, a smith and a husband and a father, not Frerin, prince and heir (unless Thorin has children of his own; it might be) and this is a choice he has never regretted. His life is here, with his wife and son, and no matter how much he misses his siblings and his friends, no matter how he wishes they could remember him with love instead of scorn, he knows Verdandi and Sindri are far more precious a treasure than anything guarded in the depths of the Mountain. He will never ask for anything he has not worked for and earned; not for him and not for his family. What he has is enough, and probably more than he deserves.

Even when he feels he has lost a part of him, like now.

In the end, Frerin lets his pipe go out and goes back inside. He is about to head to Sindri's little room to make sure the child is asleep before going to bed himself, but something stops him as if he had walked into a wall.

Placed on the kitchen table, neatly filled with his clothes and other possessions, is the old bag Frerin had taken with him from Azanulbizar, that he had always used in his wanderings and that, since he has hardly ever left Tharak Bazan after he met Verdandi, has long been buried at the bottom of a closet. Inside, there is everything he needs for a long journey: a water bottle, his warmer cloak, half of the coin they keep in the house, folded clothes so that they will not wrinke. Frerin looks at it, in the silent and dark room, for five minutes, disbelieving at first, and then simply sad.

Verdandi has packed his bag.

She is not telling him Go, I do not care. It would be easy to believe so, but he likes to think he knows his wife better than that, and no matter how tense things are between them, Verdandi would never ask him to leave, or even let him go without trying her best to stop him.

No, Verdandi is saying Go, if you so desire; I do not accept it, but I understand. She must have heard about the retaking of Erebor, Frerin's homeland, and is giving him her permission to pursue his destiny, should he decide it leads him back to where he was born. She is releasing him from the promise they exchanged on their wedding day, the promise to never part as long as they were alive, because perhaps this is what he wants, especially (she could never admit it, and she might rationally know he would never blame her for that, but the heart has rules of its own) after she has made it so difficult for him to love her in the last weeks, and she has left him alone with his pain while she could only nurse her own. Verdandi knows Frerin has never stopped thinking about his family, his brother and sister and his friends, and wants him to know she accepts it, that he has the right to go back to them if he wishes, and that it has been good while it lasted.

Staring at that carefully, even lovingly prepared bag, Frerin feels an intense contempt for himself, as well as the impulse to scream at the empty room, loud enough to wake the whole street. He does not, but he takes the bag, brings it with him in his bedroom, and leaves it on the floor. The room is dark, but not so much that he cannot see Verdandi, her back turned to him, stiff as a ramrod, as if she were simply pretending to sleep, and holding her breath. Frerin does not speak, but takes his clothes off, leaves them neatly on a chair and slips under the sheets next to her.

Verdandi remains still for another minute, as if giving him the chance to change his mind, and then she turns. "Fjalar..." she whispers in a broken voice, and for the first time he realizes his wife has never called him Frerin, ever since he shared his secret with her. Not even once.

He would not know how to explain it, but that makes him happy. "It is all right." he whispers back "Come here, my love."

For the first time in months, Verdandi lets herself be hugged, and finally she cries, sobbing and shedding all her tears in her husband's arms, holding on to him and apologizing and telling him how grateful she is, how blessed she feels, for his love. Frerin weeps as well, and holds her, kisses her hair and tells her she has nothing to blame herself for, that everything will be fine, and that there is nowhere he would rather be than with her.

In that embrace, in those tears, whatever was broken is mended, what is lost made peace with, and comfort accepted and shared. On the next morning, Verdandi feels as if healed after a long illness; she is pale, but she smiles, and she finds herself humming softly as she braids her little son's hair. She eats sitting on her husband's knees, and he makes Sindri laugh complaining the weight is going to break his kneecaps, but takes advantage of the proximity to squeeze the firm, plump breast just under his nose. Verdandi slaps his hand away, but she does not seem upset. Not at all.

The next days, and months, and years, pass, peaceful and predictable. Sometimes, Frerin keeps thinking about Erebor; sometimes with nostalgia.

But never with regret.

TAGGING @starlady66 and @elvenenby

#Frerin #Frerin son of Thrain #Frerin son of Thráin #Frerin x OFC #Frerin x OC #The Lord of the Rings #The Hobbit #Bellona's stuff

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therese-lokidottir · 10 months ago

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Day 4 - What would be your ideas for Sigyn Marvel Comic Reboot?

Establishing Loki as a chaotic neutral character. He's not a good guy and is more often than not the antagonist, but there is something that delights me that Loki being the god of mischief is just his job. That is just something he does, cause trouble. Where I would establish Sigyn as a quirky but loving wife that he comes home to at the end of the day of being a supervillain. The dynamic emphasizes the idea that his nefarious deeds are just part of his daily routine, almost like any other profession in the world of gods and monsters.

Sigyn is a person that most others simply can't seem to comprehend; She's the goddess of fidelity and a benevolent figure, she exudes an aura of sweetness and kindness, and her actions towards humans are always to help them. But the fact she is with Loki and she seems to borderline encourage his troublemaking tendencies has most others flummoxed. The relationship between the two of them is happy, but also something only the two of them really understand.

#sigyn appreciation week #sigyn #loki

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sigyn-foxyposts · 10 months ago

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Day 1 - What do you associate Sigyn with, what reminds you of her?

I associate Sigyn with many things like! Bowls, foxes, braids, the element of water, motherhood, comfort, gentleness, protection, justice & victory.

As well as the colors: dark and light green, white, blue, brown and gold!

#norse mythology #sigyn #justice for sigyn #Sigyn appreciation week

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bubbleteycosplay · 10 months ago

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The Sigyn Appreciation Week 2024

#sigyn #marvel #justiceforsigyn #lokiswife #goddessoffidelity #goddess of victory #norse mythology #Sigyn Appreciation Week #fan art

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brookston · 5 months ago

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Holidays 7.31

Holidays

African Women’s Day

Air Force Day (Nicaragua)

Always Live Better Than Yester Day

Apricot Day (French Republic)

Black Top Day (a.k.a. Black Tot Day; UK)

Brunhilda Asteroid Day

Change Your Ringtone Day (Australia)

Cool Japan Day

Crossfire Hurricane Day

Devoted Couples Day

Emancipation Day (Belize)

Father’s Day (Dominican Republic)

George Jetson Day

Garda Asteroid Day

The Great Mullein Day

Gryphon Appreciation Day

Hapje Tapje (Leuven, Belgium)

Happy Potter Day

Hot August Nights begin (Reno, Nevada)

Insect Appreciation Day

International Lifeguard Appreciation Day

International Seriously Single Day

Joust of Quintana: La Sfida (The Challenge; Italy) [Pt. 2 in September]

Ka Hae Hawai'i Day (State Flag Day; Hawaii)

Law Enforcement Day (Louisiana)

Mac Davis Day (Lubbock, Texas)

Martyrdom Day of Shahid Udham Singh (Haryana and Punjab, India)

Milton Friedman Day

Mutt's Day

National Blood Donor Day (Iran)

National Commando Day

National Diana Day

National Eisteddford of Wales (Wales)

National Heatstroke Awareness Day

National #Love Day

National Mom Bod Day

National Mutt Day (a.k.a. National Mixed Breed Dog Day)

National Orgasm Day (UK)

National Parent a Biracial Child Day

Operation Motorman Anniversary Day (UK)

Rabbit Rabbit Day [Last Day of Every Month]

Saui Sura (Javanese New Year; Suriname)

Saxophone Day

731 Day

Treasury Day (Poland)

Uncommon Instrument Awareness Day

U.S. Patent Day

Warriors’ Day (Malaysia)

World Day Against Electronic Torture

World MS Trend Day

World Ranger Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Cotton Candy Day [also 12.7]

Jump for Jelly Beans Day

Make Homemade Ice Cream and Invite the Neighbors Over Day

National Avocado Day

National Raspberry Cake Day

National Spam Day

Rum Ration Day (a.k.a. Black Tot Day)

Shredded Wheat Day

Independence & Related Days

Sovereignty Restoration Day (Hawaii)

Vanuatu (from UK/France, 1980)

Weimar Constitution Adoption Day (Germany; 1919)

5th & Last Wednesday in July

OSHC Educators Day (Australia) [last Wednesday]

Weekly Holidays beginning July 31 (Last Week of July)

Oregon Brewers Festival begins [Last full weekend; Wednesday thru Saturday] (Now merged with the Portland Rose Festival in May and June)

Festivals Beginning July 31, 2024

Beyond the Gates (Bergen, Norway) [thru 8.3]

Grays Harbor County Fair (Elma, Washington) [thru 8.3]

Iowa Hunger Summit (Des Moines, Iowa)

Maine Lobster Festival (Rockland, Maine) [thru 8.4]

Montelago Celtic Festival (Serravalle di Chienti, Italy) [thru 8.3]

NC Watermelon Festival (Murfreesboro, North Carolina) [thru 8.3]

Northern Maine Fair (Presque Isle, Maine) [thru 8.4]

Ventura County Fair (Ventura, California) [thru 8.11]

Viagem Medieval (Medieval Journey) (Santa Maria da Feira, Portugal) [thru 8.11]

Feast Days

Abanoub (Christian; Saint)

Bill Gates Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Birthday of Nephthys

Cameons (Positivist; Saint)

The Clodhoppers (Muppetism)

Dress Up Day (Pastafarian)

Erich Heckel (Artology)

Feast of Joseph of Arimathea (Anglican; Roman Catholic)

First Sermon of Buddha (Bhutan)

Germanus of Auxerre (Christian; Saint)

Helen of Skofde, Sweden (Christian; Saint)

Ignatius of Loyola (Christian; Saint)

Jacques Villon (Artology)

Jean Denis Attiret (Artology)

Jean Dubuffet (Artology)

J.K. Rowling (Writerism)

John Columbini (Christian; Saint)

Joseph of Arimathea (Eastern Orthodox)

Ka Hae (Hawaii Flag Day; Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Lammas Eve (a.k.a. ...

August Eve

Hlafmesse (Loaf Mass; Anglo-Saxon)

Lammas, Day 1 (Celtic, Pagan) [5 of 8 Festivals of the Natural Year]

Lughnassad Eve

Lithasblot (Norse Harvest Festival)

Loki and Sigyn’s Day (Norse)

Lughnassadh (Grain Harvest)

Oiche Lughnasadh (Pagan)

Martyrdom Day of Shahid Udham Singh (Haryana, India)

Mary Vaux Walcott (Artology)

Neot (Christian; Saint)

Primo Levi (Writerism)

Real Ale Day (Pastafarian)

Seedy Birds (Muppetism)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]

Premieres

Bad Animals, by Heart (Album; 1987)

BASEketball (Film; 1998)

Buffy the Vampire Slayer (Film; 1992)

Confidence (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1933)

Dad’s Army (BBC TV Series; 1968)

The Dark Tower (Film; 2017)

Death Becomes Her (Film; 1992)

Enchanted April (Film; 1992)

Ever After (Film; 1998)

Farmer Al Falfa’s Prize Package (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1936)

Four Weddings and a Funeral (TV Series; 2019)

Hang ‘Em High (Film; 1968)

Hot Shots! (Film; 1991)

I Am Legend, by Richard Matheson (Novel; 1954)

Lego Aquaman: Rage of Atlantis (WB Animated Film; 2018)

Little Boy Blue (Castle Films ComiColor Cartoons; 1936)

The Living Daylights (James Bond Film, US; 1987) [#15]

The Lost Boys (Film; 1987)

Mission Impossible: Rogue Nation (Film; 2015)

Murder Included, by Joanna Cannan (Novel; 1950)

The Negotiator (Film; 1998)

Night (Silly Symphony Disney Cartoon; 1930)

Only the Lonely, by Roy Orbison (Song; 1960)

The Pink Pill (Pink Panther Cartoon; 1968)

Plenty of Money and You (WB MM Cartoon; 1937)

Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect (Book of Poems; 1786)

Rascal Flatts, by Rascal Flatts (Album; 2000)

Rushing Roulette (WB MM Cartoon; 1965)

The Shadow (Radio Series; 1930)

Still the One, by Orleans (Song; 1976)

Urban Cowboy (Film; 1980)

Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets (Film; 2017)

What a Night! What a Moon!, recorded by Teddy Wilson (Song; 1935)

The Wiggles (TV Series; 1998)

Today’s Name Days

Hermann, Ignatius, Justinus (Austria)

Ignacije, Vatroslav (Croatia)

Ignác (Czech Republic)

Germanus, Helena (Denmark)

Ave, Meevi (Estonia)

Elena, Helena (Finland)

Ignace (France)

Herrmann, Ignatius, Joseph (Germany)

Iosif, Sifis (Greece)

Oszkár (Hungary)

Barbara (Italy)

Angelika, Renita, Rūta, Sigita (Latvia)

Elena, Ignotas, Sanginas, Vykintė (Lithuania)

Elin, Eline (Norway)

Beatus, Demokryt, Emilian, Ernesta, Ernestyna, Helena, Iga, Ignacja, Ignacy, Justyn, Ludomir, Żegota (Poland)

Margarita, Marina (Russia)

Ignác (Slovakia)

Fabio, Germán, Ignacio (Spain)

Elin, Helena (Sweden)

Ignacio, Inigo, Reed, Reid (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 213 of 2024; 153 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 3 of Week 31 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Tinne (Holly) [Day 26 of 28]

Chinese: Month 6 (Xin-Wei), Day 26 (Bing-Shen)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 25 Tammuz 5784

Islamic: 24 Muharram 1446

J Cal: 3 Purple; Threesday [3 of 30]

Julian: 18 July 2024

Moon: 17%: Waning Crescent

Positivist: 16 Dante (8th Month) [Cameons]

Runic Half Month: Thorn (Defense) [Day 8 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 42 of 94)

Week: Last Week of July

Zodiac: Leo (Day 10 of 31)

#calendar #Holidays

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Holidays 7.31

Holidays

African Women’s Day

Air Force Day (Nicaragua)

Always Live Better Than Yester Day

Apricot Day (French Republic)

Black Top Day (a.k.a. Black Tot Day; UK)

Brunhilda Asteroid Day

Change Your Ringtone Day (Australia)

Cool Japan Day

Crossfire Hurricane Day

Devoted Couples Day

Emancipation Day (Belize)

Father’s Day (Dominican Republic)

George Jetson Day

Garda Asteroid Day

The Great Mullein Day

Gryphon Appreciation Day

Hapje Tapje (Leuven, Belgium)

Happy Potter Day

Hot August Nights begin (Reno, Nevada)

Insect Appreciation Day

International Lifeguard Appreciation Day

International Seriously Single Day

Joust of Quintana: La Sfida (The Challenge; Italy) [Pt. 2 in September]

Ka Hae Hawai'i Day (State Flag Day; Hawaii)

Law Enforcement Day (Louisiana)

Mac Davis Day (Lubbock, Texas)

Martyrdom Day of Shahid Udham Singh (Haryana and Punjab, India)

Milton Friedman Day

Mutt's Day

National Blood Donor Day (Iran)

National Commando Day

National Diana Day

National Eisteddford of Wales (Wales)

National Heatstroke Awareness Day

National #Love Day

National Mom Bod Day

National Mutt Day (a.k.a. National Mixed Breed Dog Day)

National Orgasm Day (UK)

National Parent a Biracial Child Day

Operation Motorman Anniversary Day (UK)

Rabbit Rabbit Day [Last Day of Every Month]

Saui Sura (Javanese New Year; Suriname)

Saxophone Day

731 Day

Treasury Day (Poland)

Uncommon Instrument Awareness Day

U.S. Patent Day

Warriors’ Day (Malaysia)

World Day Against Electronic Torture

World MS Trend Day

World Ranger Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Cotton Candy Day [also 12.7]

Jump for Jelly Beans Day

Make Homemade Ice Cream and Invite the Neighbors Over Day

National Avocado Day

National Raspberry Cake Day

National Spam Day

Rum Ration Day (a.k.a. Black Tot Day)

Shredded Wheat Day

Independence & Related Days

Sovereignty Restoration Day (Hawaii)

Vanuatu (from UK/France, 1980)

Weimar Constitution Adoption Day (Germany; 1919)

5th & Last Wednesday in July

OSHC Educators Day (Australia) [last Wednesday]

Weekly Holidays beginning July 31 (Last Week of July)

Oregon Brewers Festival begins [Last full weekend; Wednesday thru Saturday] (Now merged with the Portland Rose Festival in May and June)

Festivals Beginning July 31, 2024

Beyond the Gates (Bergen, Norway) [thru 8.3]

Grays Harbor County Fair (Elma, Washington) [thru 8.3]

Iowa Hunger Summit (Des Moines, Iowa)

Maine Lobster Festival (Rockland, Maine) [thru 8.4]

Montelago Celtic Festival (Serravalle di Chienti, Italy) [thru 8.3]

NC Watermelon Festival (Murfreesboro, North Carolina) [thru 8.3]

Northern Maine Fair (Presque Isle, Maine) [thru 8.4]

Ventura County Fair (Ventura, California) [thru 8.11]

Viagem Medieval (Medieval Journey) (Santa Maria da Feira, Portugal) [thru 8.11]

Feast Days

Abanoub (Christian; Saint)

Bill Gates Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Birthday of Nephthys

Cameons (Positivist; Saint)

The Clodhoppers (Muppetism)

Dress Up Day (Pastafarian)

Erich Heckel (Artology)

Feast of Joseph of Arimathea (Anglican; Roman Catholic)

First Sermon of Buddha (Bhutan)

Germanus of Auxerre (Christian; Saint)

Helen of Skofde, Sweden (Christian; Saint)

Ignatius of Loyola (Christian; Saint)

Jacques Villon (Artology)

Jean Denis Attiret (Artology)

Jean Dubuffet (Artology)

J.K. Rowling (Writerism)

John Columbini (Christian; Saint)

Joseph of Arimathea (Eastern Orthodox)

Ka Hae (Hawaii Flag Day; Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Lammas Eve (a.k.a. ...

August Eve

Hlafmesse (Loaf Mass; Anglo-Saxon)

Lammas, Day 1 (Celtic, Pagan) [5 of 8 Festivals of the Natural Year]

Lughnassad Eve

Lithasblot (Norse Harvest Festival)

Loki and Sigyn’s Day (Norse)

Lughnassadh (Grain Harvest)

Oiche Lughnasadh (Pagan)

Martyrdom Day of Shahid Udham Singh (Haryana, India)

Mary Vaux Walcott (Artology)

Neot (Christian; Saint)

Primo Levi (Writerism)

Real Ale Day (Pastafarian)

Seedy Birds (Muppetism)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]

Premieres

Bad Animals, by Heart (Album; 1987)

BASEketball (Film; 1998)

Buffy the Vampire Slayer (Film; 1992)

Confidence (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1933)

Dad’s Army (BBC TV Series; 1968)

The Dark Tower (Film; 2017)

Death Becomes Her (Film; 1992)

Enchanted April (Film; 1992)

Ever After (Film; 1998)

Farmer Al Falfa’s Prize Package (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1936)

Four Weddings and a Funeral (TV Series; 2019)

Hang ‘Em High (Film; 1968)

Hot Shots! (Film; 1991)

I Am Legend, by Richard Matheson (Novel; 1954)

Lego Aquaman: Rage of Atlantis (WB Animated Film; 2018)

Little Boy Blue (Castle Films ComiColor Cartoons; 1936)

The Living Daylights (James Bond Film, US; 1987) [#15]

The Lost Boys (Film; 1987)

Mission Impossible: Rogue Nation (Film; 2015)

Murder Included, by Joanna Cannan (Novel; 1950)

The Negotiator (Film; 1998)

Night (Silly Symphony Disney Cartoon; 1930)

Only the Lonely, by Roy Orbison (Song; 1960)

The Pink Pill (Pink Panther Cartoon; 1968)

Plenty of Money and You (WB MM Cartoon; 1937)

Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect (Book of Poems; 1786)

Rascal Flatts, by Rascal Flatts (Album; 2000)

Rushing Roulette (WB MM Cartoon; 1965)

The Shadow (Radio Series; 1930)

Still the One, by Orleans (Song; 1976)

Urban Cowboy (Film; 1980)

Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets (Film; 2017)

What a Night! What a Moon!, recorded by Teddy Wilson (Song; 1935)

The Wiggles (TV Series; 1998)

Today’s Name Days

Hermann, Ignatius, Justinus (Austria)

Ignacije, Vatroslav (Croatia)

Ignác (Czech Republic)

Germanus, Helena (Denmark)

Ave, Meevi (Estonia)

Elena, Helena (Finland)

Ignace (France)

Herrmann, Ignatius, Joseph (Germany)

Iosif, Sifis (Greece)

Oszkár (Hungary)

Barbara (Italy)

Angelika, Renita, Rūta, Sigita (Latvia)

Elena, Ignotas, Sanginas, Vykintė (Lithuania)

Elin, Eline (Norway)

Beatus, Demokryt, Emilian, Ernesta, Ernestyna, Helena, Iga, Ignacja, Ignacy, Justyn, Ludomir, Żegota (Poland)

Margarita, Marina (Russia)

Ignác (Slovakia)

Fabio, Germán, Ignacio (Spain)

Elin, Helena (Sweden)

Ignacio, Inigo, Reed, Reid (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 213 of 2024; 153 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 3 of Week 31 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Tinne (Holly) [Day 26 of 28]

Chinese: Month 6 (Xin-Wei), Day 26 (Bing-Shen)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 25 Tammuz 5784

Islamic: 24 Muharram 1446

J Cal: 3 Purple; Threesday [3 of 30]

Julian: 18 July 2024

Moon: 17%: Waning Crescent

Positivist: 16 Dante (8th Month) [Cameons]

Runic Half Month: Thorn (Defense) [Day 8 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 42 of 94)

Week: Last Week of July

Zodiac: Leo (Day 10 of 31)

#Holidays

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Awe my lovely friend. My beautiful Sigyn. Thank you. There are a few people whose opinions matter the most to me and yours is definitely one of them.

I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment. I really needed that support this week. 🫂

I stand at 5'2'' I don't know if that's considered short? I think average, maybe 🤷‍♀️ but I do have issues with things being too long for me too. And the dress in question was inspired by this Paolo Sebastian dress (but obviously a lot longer in length for the fic) Haha if I wore this, it might've reached the floor...

tagging @lokisgoodgirl because I wanted to show you the dress and I forgot to 😁🤭

Congratulations!!🎉🎈🍾

Could you please do fluff prompt 48 You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen” with Tom and shorter reader?

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Summary: It's Hollywood's biggest night and Tom is hoping to win more than just an Oscar. A/N: Part of my 1k Celebration and @the-slumberparty week 3 writing challenge: Something New. I've never written short-reader trope before. Thank you to @lokisgoodgirl for being my BETA reader and @michelleleewise for some great ideas. I don't know how I could continue to write without your ladies' endless support 😘😘😘. And thank you to @huntress-artemiss for the request. Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Female Reader Word Count: 2.1K Warnings: Fluff Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

Tom looked into the mirror as he rinsed the suds off his hands. Shaking off the excess water, he reached for a towel and dried them. He looked straight into his eyes, trying to keep the nervousness at bay.

It’s a big night for you. You’re going to do fine. You’re probably not going to win anyway, Tom sighed. Just focus on one thing and the rest of the night will go smoothly.

He ran his hands through his hair and pinched his bow tie one last time before he made his way out into the lobby. Focus on one thing, he repeated in his head.

These award shows always leave him a nervous wreck. He never expects to win. When he does, of course, it’s great, but then it brings on a whole new emotion of excitement and anxiety.

When he doesn’t win, it tends to be worse. He has to find that right balance of remorse and humbleness so that the media doesn’t portray him in an evil lie.

Oh, he could read the tabloids now, “And the Oscar goes to…, not Tom Hiddleston.” Or “Hiddles angry that he didn’t win his Oscar. Pictures and commentary on page 3.” He laughed about it internally, a smile on his face as he fixed his cufflinks.

“Come on man. Took you long enough,” Chris exclaimed patting his back. “I think they stuck most of us in the same row.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful. It’d be nice to see some familiar faces again.” Tom recounted the last time he saw anyone from The Avengers movie. The movie that brought together and cemented the friendship of seven individuals.

“I think Scarlet wants you to sit next to her.”

“Oh no. Does she?” Tom fretted.

“What?” Chris wondered.

“She’s been trying to set me up with one of her acquaintances,” Tom rolled his eyes.

“She can be quite persistent,” Hemsworth laughed.

Tom sighed as he accompanied Chris across the massive lobby. The plush red carpet matched the dramatic drapes hung from the ceiling. At the end of the hall was a grand staircase leading upstairs to the auditorium's main entrance.

The two friends stood in line waiting to ascend the stairs as photographers and reporters lined the banisters calling out their names, hoping to get an interview. Tom tried to drown out the noise. He tried to focus on one thing before he went crazy, and his anxiety took over. Tom took a deep breath. Just focus on one thing, he chanted in his head.

He opened his eyes and focused on the first thing he saw, an intricate design of beadwork and crystal that was in front of him. Tiny gold stars were scattered on a black sateen gown. They clustered at the top hem of the dress and sporadically fell towards the bottom. The back of the gown was secured by a beaded pin of a crescent moon, gracing your bare lower back. The whole gown looked like star fall plummeting in the night sky.

“Chris,” Tom whispered. “Is this whom I think it is?” Tom stared hard at your graceful figure. Not once taking his eyes off you. Chris gazed hard at you trying to see whom Tom was talking about.

“Ayee...yup. Yes, that’s her.”

“Didn’t she win the Oscar last year for…”

“Yes. I believe she did.” Chris mused.

“Is she up for anything tonight?”

“I think she’s presenting, actually.”

You gathered your dress, preparing to walk up the imposing staircase. Looking around you making sure you were not going to trip on your own outfit, you held your left hand out to steady yourself as you took that first step.

Tom, sensing you needed help, took your outstretched hand. “May I escort you up the stairs?”

The sudden voice and unexpected contact must have shocked you. You looked up at him with a startled expression and a blush on your face. A small smile graced his lips as he noted the sparkle in your eyes.

“Thank you,” you whispered, as photographers flashed their cameras at your interaction. Tom held your hand firmly as you gathered the rest of your dress in your other hand. Focused on making each step, Tom held on to you tightly, becoming the anchor you needed in such a cumbersome gown. “They must have altered this dress three times already just for me. But they can’t seem to get the length right. Even with me in heels,” you admitted shyly.

Tom laughed, finally noticing the height difference between you two. He was so used to towering over everyone, he never really gave it much thought. “Well, it looks lovely on you. You look beautiful tonight.” You looked up suddenly at his compliment. Heat radiating down your skin. Your eyes arrested his thoughts and hitched his breathing, making him at a loss for words.

“The…uh…the dress. The dress is quite beautiful. Oh, not to say that you’re not beautiful. You are! You’re beautiful. In the dress. Oh, God. Please tell me I haven’t botched this up completely?” He stuttered, hiding his face in his palm. You laughed and squeezed his hand.

You almost fumbled at the top step, if it weren’t for him holding on to you so securely. “Thank you,” you said once again, and he reluctantly let go of you. “Good luck tonight. I hope you win,” you said, cheering him on.

“Thank you. You, too. Me too. I-I mean I hope so,” Tom stumbled on his words. You smiled at him once again, heading inside, leaving him to stare after you.

“Smooth,” Chris said, clapping Tom on his shoulder. “Real smooth.”

“Ugh, I’m a complete knob!”

“Ah, I wouldn’t worry about it. I don’t think she noticed,” Chris said laughing.

Inside, the auditorium was stuffy and pompous. Two hours of everyone with their forged smiles and mock interests. Scarlet did manage to get Tom to sit next to her. She mentioned a friend of a friend who’s a writer for a late-night talk show in Los Angeles. Tom tried his best to be courteous but not commit to anything serious.

Minutes. Hours. They seem to drag by as the night continued up until it was time to announce Best Female Performance in a Leading Role. Tom knew you weren’t nominated for anything tonight, but that didn’t stop him from wondering where you were.

Were you sitting somewhere in the audience with other nominees? Or perhaps you were backstage mingling with some of tonight’s winners. It wouldn’t be long now till they got to the category he was nominated for, which made him nervous.

The heat in the room suddenly increased tenfold and the noise of the audience started to echo in his mind. Their clapping died down as the winner was announced and accepted her award. Focus on one thing. Focus on one thing. He closed his eyes as he took a lungful of air in. Breathing slowly.

Exhaling, Tom opened his eyes and suddenly everything else disappeared. Every sound went silent. Every light dimmed, focusing on a central spotlight on stage. And all he could see was you.

You walked out, unaccompanied, to the soundtrack of your award-winning movie. Tom watched you carefully, knowing full well that you were anxious about your dress and stumbling. With a cool look and a smile on your face, you hid your anxiety about tripping. You demonstrated exactly why you were worthy of that Oscar last year. Carefully taking a calculated step toward the podium and ignoring your long, imposing gown.

“Last year, I was very fortunate to stand up on this very stage and accept the award for Best Female Performance in a Leading Role…”

Tom tried to focus on you, instead of the nagging anxiety that was wracking his brain. Your gown had taken on a different hue under the bright spotlights. It had turned to a rich navy blue. The sequences on the stars shone brighter, glittering to gather everyone’s attention.

“This evening will be another night of firsts for me as I present the award for Best Male Performance in a Leading Role.” Tom was awestruck as he watched you on stage. Your smile was charming, and your laughter was contagious.

Tom heard you say his name twice that night. Once when you were reading the nominees. And the next, when you announced that he won. Chris and Scarlett patted him on the back and tried to wake him from his stupor.

“Mate, you better get up there,” Chris whispered, hugging him on his way. Tom was mesmerized. He couldn’t believe that he won. His nervousness threatened to eat him up whole as he stood up and made his way onstage. He remained focused on you instead, clapping for him as he made his way up more stairs. You handed him his statue along with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

All at once, he faced the audience and didn’t know what to say. “I- uh…” Tom held on to the statue tightly and looked back at you. You gave him a reassuring smile and he found that your calming presence helped alleviate his anxiety. “I wasn’t expecting to win tonight. Forgive me, I had no speech prepared,” Tom continued as the audience laughed.

He concluded his speech with thanks to the Academy, other nominees, and his friends and family for all their support.

After a rousing applause, he made his way to follow you off the stage. He’d hoped to escort you like earlier and have another intimate moment with you. As you turned, your foot caught on the front of the dress causing you to fall forward.

In a heroic move, Tom sprinted to your side and caught you. His arms wrapped around your waist as you turned right-side up. He lunged forward before you fell to the floor, cradling your head.

There was a collective gasp from the audience as they watched the scene unfold. A heated blush spread throughout your body.

“Are you all right?” he asked, alarmed.

“Oh, my God. Yes! Thank you,” you stuttered, holding onto his lapels tightly.

“Of course, darling,” he said as he helped you stand back up.

“You seemed to be saving me a great deal tonight,” you gave him an apologetic look as you ran your hands over your dress. Tom offered his arm, and you gladly took it, hoping you wouldn’t trip again. “Oh, God. I’m so embarrassed. I must’ve looked like an idiot out there.”

“Nonsense, you look magnificent,” Tom replied, kissing your hand.

Tom sat in the dining area of the hotel room. Bright morning light shone through the windows as he read the newspapers and magazines sent to the room, along with the room service. It seemed that all anyone talked about was your tumble from last night and how he caught you. Rumors began to spread as everyone gave their opinions on the matter.

“Did Hiddleston win more than just an Oscar last night?” “Secret Relationship: How long have they been together?” “Was it staged?” These were not the headlines he was expecting to read this morning. A small smile crept on his face seeing all the pictures from different angles.

A soft moan stole his attention as you wrapped your arms around from behind him. “Come back to bed.” You gently kissed his neck, and he could still smell the lingering perfume in your hair.

“I ordered breakfast for us, darling,” he said with a soft whimper.

“How very thoughtful of you,” you teased. Tom grabbed your arm and pulled you around to sit on his lap. He noted that you were wearing nothing but his dress shirt from last night. The sleeves were rolled up and the tails sat just at your knees. You were swimming in his shirt, a look that he was starting to like more and more. Your tousled morning hair reminded him of the carnal way you both took each other last night.

“…Unnhh…” you moaned as he hoisted you against the wall. “Take this infernal dress off me. Please.” “With pleasure,” he snarled.

You sat with your legs over the handrest of the chair as you picked up the papers and read them. A scowl formed on your face the more you read. “I’m sorry, Tom. All this over me falling. I didn’t mean to take away from your big night.”

“That’s quite all right darling. As far as I’m concerned they can keep reporting it all they want.”

You looked at him through your lashes. His tall frame and long arms surround you, cherishing you.

“Why?” you asked coyly.

“Because in every picture, I get to see that mesmerizing look on your face.”

“What look?” you provoked.

“The same look I had on my face when I caught you.”

“And what was that?” you giggled.

“Like you were the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

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Chapter Twenty-One: Fond Farewells - Part One

Summary: Sigyn learns of Thor's plans for Loki's bachelor party and wishes to give him a proper send-off.

Word Count: 4000

Rating: Explicit for smut

*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+

*Minors DNI*

Tags: Oral sex (male receiving), mild degradation

Chapter Index

“Three days?! Three whole days!” Sigyn groaned and pushed her plate away.

“I am not thrilled about it either, but Thor has put a lot of effort into planning this event. You should have seen his face when he was telling me about it. I would hate to disappoint him.” Loki took her hands in his and rubbed her knuckles with his thumbs.

The dining hall was loud, with the usual noise of everyone enjoying their dinner and each other’s company. Loki and Sigyn were seated in their usual spot at the end of the table containing Thor and their friends: Sif, Fandral, Hogun, Volstagg, and his wife, as well as a handful of others in their age range.

Sigyn glanced at Thor at the center of the table. He was laughing with Volstagg and gesturing wildly with a turkey leg in his hand. Embellishing a story from the battlefield, most likely.

She returned her gaze to Loki, “I do understand. I should not be so greedy with your time. I am being selfish.”

“Oh, my sweet Sigyn.” He rubbed her arms, “We will be married in less than a week. Then you will never be rid of me.”

“Do you promise?”

“I do. I will only leave your side if the King demands my presence. You will be sick of my face before you know it.”

“Never!” She placed her hand on his cheek, “I love your face. It is my favorite thing.” Her eyes dropped to his lips. “I…I am going to miss seeing you. And being close to you.”

“I cherish our precious time together as well.” Loki picked up her hand and kissed it. “You are going to be my wife in a matter of days. Then we will have eons of uninterrupted time together.” He kissed her forehead, “Besides, this will give me a chance to spend more time with the King and your father to soak up all their wisdom on long and happy marriages.”

“True.” Her smile brightened, “Yes, I am glad you will get some male bonding time with your friends. And it was so kind of Thor to invite my father as well. I hope the two of you get a chance to get to know each other better. Although, I am going to worry like crazy. Hunting wild boars? It is so dangerous.” She placed her hand on his cheek.

“Only for the boars,” Loki grinned. He took her hand from his cheek and kissed her palm.

“Not true! I know of men back home who have returned to their wives missing vital organs. Including the one essential for making babies!” She pulled her hands from Loki’s and put them on his upper thigh. Her pinky finger grazed his cock through his trousers.

Loki pulled her hands into his again and rested them on the table, looking over his shoulder to ensure no one noticed. “Trust me, kitten; I know the beast’s viciousness. I will return with all my parts. Especially that one. It is my favorite.”

“You had better.” She licked her lips and leaned closer to his ear, “You should let me give you a proper farewell.” One of her hands made its way back to his thigh.

Loki slid closer to her on the bench. He brushed her hair off her shoulder and followed the column of her neck with his eyes. She was wearing another wide-neck gown this night. This one was a deep burgundy, almost black in the low light. The material was thicker than the wispy dresses she usually wore and was embroidered with delicate leaves in gold thread. Her jewelry was gold, and her hair was half up and half down.

Sigyn had realized that Loki’s eyes became extra hungry when she wore dresses that exposed her neck and the tops of her shoulders. She watched his face as he appreciated her with his eyes.

“What do you think? Can we go somewhere?” She moved her hand higher up his thigh. She circled her thumb over the head of his cock through his trousers. She felt a familiar heat start in her lower belly. She arched her back slightly to try and relieve some of the tension that was building there.

Looking at Loki with hooded eyes, she lowered her voice even further, “You will be gone three long days; leave me with something to get me through those long days. And those lonely nights. All alone in my bed. When I wake from my dreams of you, writhing in a naked sweat, I want to have a memory of you as my hands make their way over my body, trying to relieve the ache of your absence. I want to recall, in those hollow moments, the sweet sounds you make as you come undone by my mouth.”

Loki’s leg jerked so violently that his knee slammed into the bottom of the table, causing the flatware and plates to rattle loudly. Every head at the table turned toward the noise. Sigyn calmly folded her hands atop the table and bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing.

“Are you all right, Brother?” Thor looked over, concerned.

“Leg cramp. Nothing to worry about. Just trained a little too hard yesterday.” Loki grimaced, “Just need to stretch my legs. Thanks for asking, Brother.” He gave the table a nod. Everyone slowly returned to their conversations.

“Sigyn, would you care to join me for a walk?”

“Can you walk, Your Highness?” She asked him slyly as she took his hand.

“Do not get cheeky, you little minx. I should turn you over my knee and tan your hide for that little stunt.” Loki was leading her swiftly from the table.

“Oooh, if only.”

Loki rounded on her so quickly that her breath caught in her throat. “Listen well, sweetling.” He purred into her ear, “You should be careful what you wish for. I know what you are doing. I will not take the bait.”

Sigyn smirked, “I think you will take what I give you,” she twined her fingers in his, “and then thank me profusely for the honor.”

Loki’s eyes twinkled with mischief, “You are in so much trouble, little kitten.”

“Good.” Her lips curled up at the corners. Loki felt his cock twitch. “Tell me all the ways I have misbehaved while your cock is buried deep in my-”

“Hush, kitten.”

Loki led her to where her father stood, trying to break away from a couple of dignitaries. The men bowed to Loki as he approached.

“Ah, Your Highness! Are you excited for our excursion tomorrow? I know I am. I have not been on a proper hunting trip in ages.” Lord Anderson placed a hand on Loki’s shoulder.

“I am as eager in this moment as ever.” Loki’s smile was broad.

“What a clever idea for a bachelor party. I remember my stag party quite fondly. We-” he stopped himself, remembering he was in his daughter's presence, “Well, I can tell you about it on our journey.”

“I am looking forward to it.”

“Well, I must get to bed. I promised Astrid I would not be much longer, and here I am, right where she left me.”

“My Lord, I hoped you would join us on a walk. I am not ready to say goodnight to Sigyn just yet. Seeing as how I will not be able to see her sweet face for three long days.”

“Yes, well, my beloved is waiting for me to join her. It would be best for me to stay in her good graces. If you bring Sigyn home before midnight, I do not have any issue with the two of you keeping company without me.” He raised one eyebrow at Sigyn, “Have you had any wine with dinner, pumpkin?”

“Just water, Papa.”

“Ah, very good. Okay, return to your friends and your fiancé, and enjoy the rest of your evening.” He hugged her, “We ride early in the morning.”

“I will be awake to see you off.” Sigyn smiled up at her father.

“That’s my girl. Good night, pumpkin.” He kissed her temple.

“Good night, Papa.”

“I will safely return her to your chambers before midnight, sir.”

“Very well,” Lord Anderson clapped him on his shoulder, “I will see you in the morning, Your Highness.” He bowed to Loki again before he made his way for the exit.

Sigyn turned to Loki, “How did you know he would not take you up on your offer to join us?”

“Do you really want to know the truth?”

“Of course I do.”

Loki grinned, “I watched your mother drink three glasses of wine with her dinner. I have a feeling that she is also looking forward to giving your father a proper goodbye. He was eager to return to his bed chamber and less concerned about what you were doing.”

Sigyn’s face scrunched up, “Norns, Loki!”

“You asked,” he laughed as he led her to the back of the hall.

“I am sorry I did.”

They went out of the back exit of the hall, down a corridor, and through a small archway. Loki pushed the door open to a storage room. “Wait here, sweetling. I will just be a moment.”

She did as she was told as Loki disappeared into the dark room. He returned a few minutes later with several dusty bottles of wine in his arms. “I am afraid that you might not enjoy this next part,” he told her as he started handing her the bottles.

“What are you going to do?”

“I need to cast an illusion over you. Until we reach my chambers, you will have to try and walk like you are a big lumbering oaf.” Loki waved his hands over Sigyn’s body. A green light shimmered from the top of her head to her feet as she took on the image of Thor.

Sigyn looked down at her body and could not believe her eyes. “Loki, what the Hel?!” He took a few of the bottles from her. “I cannot pass as the prince! Is this treason? Oh, my Gods, Loki!”

“Shh. Settle down. It is just a visual illusion, not a transformation. Your beautiful body is still intact. Think of it as a costume. Follow me.” Loki started walking swiftly back to the main corridor. “You are doing so well, sweetling. We will be there before you know it. Remember, you are a prince. Just nod to anyone we pass.”

“Okay.”

“Try to take longer strides, darling. And quit swinging your hips.” Loki internally laughed at the image of Thor moving so femininely.

Sigyn’s heart was in her throat. She internally cringed whenever they passed someone. But she followed Loki’s lead.

“Not much longer now.”

Sigyn nodded to the guards as they entered the residential section of the palace. Loki took the stairs two at a time. Unfortunately for Sigyn, she was still wearing a long dress under her illusion. She had to take the stairs a lot more carefully. “Loki, slow down. I need to hold my skirts.”

He waited for her at the landing and took a bottle from her hand. “Sorry, my love. I did not think about that encumbrance.”

“I bet not.”

Sigyn made it to the third floor without tripping. Loki handed her bottle back and reminded her, “Remember, you are my brother. Do not look at me with doe eyes. Smile and nod to the guards. Are you okay?”

“Yes, I can do this.”

“Good girl. You are doing so well. We are almost there.”

They walked down the long hall passing servants and guards as they went. After a left turn, they finally arrived at the front doors of Loki’s chambers.

Loki and Sigyn nodded to the two guards as they entered. He shut and locked the door behind them, set the bottles he was carrying down, and waved his hand in front of the door. A green light shimmered along the wall.

“A soundproofing charm,” he told her. He picked up the wine and motioned for her to follow him.

Sigyn was looking around his apartment with interest. It was large but more modest than she had imagined it would be. The furniture was made from rich buttery leather, and the cushions and throw pillows were not overstuffed but soft. The rugs were not ornate but plush. It looked comfortable and lived in. The dining area looked more formal, with a large table, wine cabinet, sideboard, and buffet.

In the back of the main room, under the windows, sat Loki’s desk next to a wide bookshelf. The area was tidy but contained many scrolls, ledgers, and folders full of parchment. Organized just the way he liked it, no doubt. His desk chair was large and plush. She assumed he spent a lot of time there. The rug under the desk was worn from Loki’s boots.

Sigyn followed Loki to the dining area, where he was offloading his bottles into the wine cabinet.

“Why so many bottles?” she asked as she passed him her bottles one at a time.

“Psychology. People are less likely to stop someone to talk if they are carrying something in their arms.” He smiled at her, “Plus, I needed to restock.”

“Ah, brilliant.”

He looked at her and laughed, “Let us put you back to yourself.”

“Yes, please!”

With a wave of his hand, the illusion disappeared. “There is my naughty girl.”

Sigyn blushed, despite herself. “You love me.”

Loki brushed her lips with his, “Very much.” He held a bottle, “Can I offer you a glass, My Lady?”

“Yes, please. That was stressful. Thank you, My Prince.”

Loki poured two glasses of red and handed one to her. “To covert operations.” He raised his glass to her.

“To not getting caught.” She winked at him as they clinked their glasses.

He sipped his wine as he watched her do the same. “Would you honor me with a dance?” Loki snapped his fingers, and slow, instrumental music started playing softly throughout the room.

Sigyn smiled and took a long, slow drink from her glass. She licked her lips, then answered, “I would love to.”

Loki set their glasses on the table next to the open bottle. He led her to the open space between the dining and sitting rooms. She kissed his cheek as he pulled her into a waltz. They twirled and danced alone in his chamber together for quite some time. They were both silently enjoying each other’s company.

Slowly, the pretense of dancing faded until they simply swayed in each other’s arms, Sigyn’s hands on the back of Loki’s neck. His hands moved from her waist to her hips to her bottom and back again.

Sigyn started placing slow, open mouth kisses down the column of his neck until she reached his collar. She ran her hands down his chest and grabbed the hem of his tunic with both hands. He helped her pull it up and over his head. She tossed it over the back of the sofa and then planted her kisses over his shoulders, on his biceps, and across his chest before returning to his neck.

Loki’s eyes were closed; his hands returned to her hips. She placed a feather-light kiss on his lips and started walking him backward until he felt his favorite leather chair on the back of his knees.

“Sit, Your Highness,” Sigyn commanded.

Loki grinned as he sat. His legs spread wide as he sprawled in his chair.

Sigyn picked up a throw pillow from the sofa and dropped it between his feet. She smirked at him in a way that made his cock twitch as she slowly lowered to her knees in front of him. He was running the side of his index finger back and forth across his lips as he watched her. She pushed up and kissed the side of his neck, ran her hands over his pecs, and kissed down his chest. She gave his nipple a little nip with her teeth, then quickly sucked it between her lips, causing it to peak as she ran tight circles around it with her tongue. She traced the other nipple lightly with her fingertip.

Loki’s breaths were coming quicker. He shifted in his seat, the tightness of his trousers becoming more uncomfortable. His bulge straining the material was impossible not to notice, but Sigyn took her time. This was as much for her as it was for him, so she savored it. She was breathing in the scent of his skin as she kissed his torso, relishing the feel of his body as she touched him, running her fingers through the modicum of hair that decorated his chest. She smiled against his skin when he flinched as she ran her fingers down his side, accidentally tickling him.

Loki was patient, enjoying watching her as she appreciated his body. As much as he wanted to touch her back, he kept his arms on the chair to not disturb her. By the time she had made her way to his belt, her mouth had covered every inch of his neck, chest, and belly.

She pressed her palm over his hard length and raised again so her mouth was close to his ear. “May I suck on your cock now, My Prince?”

Loki growled, and his hips bucked involuntarily. His cock was throbbing, threatening to unload. His fingers twined in Sigyn’s hair, and he pulled her face close to his. He took a few deep breaths and closed his eyes, trying to regain control of himself. He kissed her deeply, his tongue thrusting into her mouth roughly before pushing her away.

“The would-be princess is cock starved?”

Sigyn’s mischief came alive in her eyes, “Yes, Your Highness.”

“Remove your Prince’s boots.” She removed each boot obediently and placed them on the side of his chair neatly. “Get off your knees and stand over by the sofa.” She rose slowly, took a few steps, and waited.

Loki stood and slowly, without taking his eyes off Sigyn, unbuckled his belt and unfastened his trousers. His cock sprang free, and he gave it a couple of slow strokes with his hand.

“Remove your dress.” Her lips curled at the corners as she reached behind her back and unlaced her gown. She slid her arms out of her sleeves and let the dress glide to the floor before stepping out. Loki stared at her, standing there next to the glow of the fireplace in just her black lace panties and a matching strapless brassiere.

“Norns…” Loki whispered, his cock weeping at the tip.

Sigyn raised an eyebrow at him, “Will you honor my request now, Your Highness?”

Loki pretended to ponder for a moment, “I suppose.” He removed his trousers the rest of the way and threw them aside. Sigyn bit her lip as she drank in the sight of him, naked as the day he was born. She quickly closed the distance between them and pushed him forcefully back into his chair.

She sank to her knees on the pillow and circled the base of him with one hand. She used the index finger of her other hand to swipe the pre-come from his tip. She closed her eyes and moaned as she sucked her finger into her mouth, tasting the prince at last. Loki’s breath hitched as he watched her. She locked eyes with him as she slowly withdrew her finger from her mouth. “You are delicious. I think I just found my new favorite snack.”

Loki’s nails dug into the leather of the chair. He was ready to burst. “Enough of your filthy words. Put your mouth to better use.” His voice was gruff.

Sigyn grinned at him, “As you wish, My Prince.” She watched his face as she licked the underside of his cock from base to tip with a wide tongue. His eyes fluttered closed, and his head fell back. As much as he wanted to watch her work, he could not. He was not going to last long as it was.

Sigyn flicked the tip a few times with her tongue before wrapping her lips around the head. She sucked the rest of his pre-come off his tip before relaxing her jaw and gliding down his length.

“Ahh.” Loki peeked one eye open and watched briefly as Sigyn took him into her throat. Her lips almost made it to the base of him, but not quite. “Fuck!” He squeezed his eyes closed and dug his fingers into the leather chair.

Loki gathered her hair up in a ponytail and held it gently in one hand as she continued. His other hand stroked the side of her face, neck, shoulder, and arm. Anywhere he could reach without disrupting her. He lavished praise on her, moaned when she made him feel good, and grunted when she made him feel great.

She sucked his cock and pumped the base of him with one hand. Her other hand traveled from his balls to his thigh to his side until the pressure in her belly became too much to bear. She switched hands at the base of his cock to run her dominant hand down her stomach to her panties. She slipped her hand inside and stroked her swollen bud.

She moaned deeply, sending an electric vibration down Loki’s cock and up his spine. “Ahh, fuck, Sigyn…” He looked down at her. It took him a few seconds to realize what he was watching. His hips bucked upwards, and he could hold out no longer. Watching her pleasure herself while sucking his cock sent him to the edge. “S-S-Sigyn… I’m… coming.”

She did not pull away. She locked eyes with him as he emptied himself in her throat. Loki’s toes curled into the plush rug. The sound that broke from his throat was nothing short of primal. His hips hovered off the chair as his back arched. His orgasm ricocheted through his entire body. Even his scalp was tingling.

Sigyn kept gliding over him as he fell back heavily into his chair. “Damn, woman…” he shuddered, aftershocks radiating through his body again and again.

He closed his eyes and shook his head, “Fuck, darling. Are you trying to kill me?” She licked him clean and gave his head a few more deep sucks before she sat back on her heels.

“Give me a moment. I might have died for a few seconds there at the end.” Loki was breathing heavily, his heart racing and a thin sweat covering his upper body. “Fuck...” He opened his eyes.

Sigyn was running her hands over her hair, trying to tame it. “Did I please My Prince?” she asked sweetly.

She looked every inch a vision. Her lips were plump and swollen, her cheeks were flushed, her hair was wild, and her eyes danced with mischief.

“You,” Loki leaned forward in his chair, “you have just ruined me.” He gently placed his hands on her neck and pulled her towards him. He kissed her sweetly. She put her hands on his thighs and kissed him back.

“I love you, Loki. Thank you for giving me such a wonderful memory to think about while you are away. I will never forget the sounds of your pleasure for as long as I live.”

“I love you, my precious Sigyn. Stand up, sweetling.” She stood, and Loki tossed the pillow back onto the couch. He pulled her into a warm embrace. She ran her hands down his back to his bare ass and squeezed him. Loki chuckled as he scooped her up bridal style.

“Hey! Put me down,” she protested.

“No way in Hel,” he grinned as he walked them over to the dining room table. “Do me a favor and grab the wine.” Sigyn grabbed the bottle by the neck and held it close to her chest.

“What are you doing?”

Loki motioned with his head to the clock on the mantel. “We still have two hours together, and…fair is fair.” He grinned devilishly and started walking them toward his bedroom.

“Oh, my stars…” Sigyn took a few big gulps of wine straight from the bottle before Loki tossed her onto the middle of his bed.

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