The Lady fought like his Sigyn. Loki fell into old habits and his mind wandered, remembering sparring with his love. At least until the Lady did something that surprised him. Not all of her moves were exactly like Sig's. It kept Loki on his toes. It was exciting and new and yet another reminder that while Sigyn's soul was back, this Lady had been through different experiences and was a different person. Where he expected certain hesitations in sparring due to Sigyn's healer's nature, this Lady didn't have that inhibition and came in full force.

He noted all the little differences in their fighting styles the longer the battle went on. She really was amazing and lethal. Had Loki not been an Asgardian trained warrior, she would have stood a chance at winning, but he had centuries of experience on her and they both knew it.

Still, she did well and he let her know it at the end of the bout. "Well fought indeed, Lady," he told her with a bow, his voice coming out a flirtatious purr, a tone he saved for seducing his lady. And now was using for flirting with this new Lady.

He saw the light of pride fill her eyes along with the hint of color in her cheeks, embarrassment from his flirting in front of the team. He didn't take her to be shy, but he'd have to keep that in mind, at least until she was more comfortable.

"If we are done here, I am going to go shower," Loki announced to the room and started to leave. The Captain and Stark were still discussing the Lady's results and Loki didn't need to stay to hear those. He knew she'd done well. He did need to shower.

He caught a strange look in the Lady's eye and recognized it from Sig's. He tried very, very hard to keep his smirk to himself. He knew that look well. It was the look of a lady who was trying and failing not to imagine him in the shower.

Well, she would just have to imagine for the time being. Much as Loki would love to jump to having his Sigyn back, she wasn't his Sigyn and he knew he had to take things in the proper speed and time. Which meant waiting to share a shower.

Unfortunately.

Loki brushed past the team, managing not to stab his brother on the way, and headed back up to his room. He stripped while thinking over the Lady he had just sparred with. She was on his mind constantly since he had found out she had Sigyn's soul. He stepped into the luke-warm shower, which felt hot against his Jotun skin and let the water and his favorite scented soap wash away the sweat from the sparring match.

Once he was clean, his mind began to wander again, back to the Lady, to the new Sigyn. And for the first time his mind didn't stumble over her name when he thought of her. Instead, he found himself gripping his cock as images of her filled his mind. He braced himself with one hand against the shower wall, letting the spray of the water wash over him as he stroked his length to hardness, picturing her smile, her smirk, the way she moved when she fought, how the light caught her hair, the sparkle in her eyes.

He closed his eyes, continuing to stroke himself as he imagined what he wanted to do with her, do to her. How he wanted to kiss her, explore every inch of her with his lips. How he wanted to show he exactly why he was called Silvertongue. How he wanted to bring her to the edge of pleasure over and over again until she begged for release and then and only then give it to them both.

Loki spilled himself at that image. He panted for a moment before he cleaned himself again, shut off the water, and stepped out of the shower to dry off.

He was already in lust.

Already in love.

It didn't matter that it had only been days. He would wait an eternity for her to be ready if he had to. He just hoped he didn't have to wait that long.

It would kill him if she never wanted him.