The hall went into a frenzy. Voices drowned each other out, wildly speculating at what had occurred, and most importantly, what had happened to the Crown Prince of Asgard. This was, of course, something Odin wanted to know as well. He told Frigga to remain in the hall with Lady Sif and the Warriors Three to settle the restless crowd whilst he 'investigated the matter further.'
Accompanied by some guards, Odin led the Sigyn and Loki away. Astrid meant to follow, but Sigyn held her off with a gesture of her hand. The Allfather kept a kingly restraint, but one look at his thunderous expression said enough; he was absolutely livid. She feared the worst would happen. What had possessed Loki to do this? And what had happened to Thor?

"Loki, what have you done?" asked Sigyn anxiously, her voice barely audible.

"What I had to," whispered Loki in response, his fingers brushing against Sigyn's hand. "Don't worry. All will be well."

When they finally arrived at Loki's chamber, Odin threw open the door. The guards inside jumped at the sudden intrusion. They looked quite baffled when the Allfather entered, with Sigyn and Loki in tow. In a single glance, Sigyn understood why. Another Loki sat up against the headboard of the bed, not at all perturbed by his visitors.

"Did it work?" he asked.

"Oh yes," said the Loki at Sigyn's side. "It worked."

He gave a little wave with his hand, and the other version of himself transformed back into the man he really was. Back into Thor. Everyone's eyes flashed from one prince to the other, except Odin's. The King of Asgard kept his head down. His knuckles were white as he gripped his spear, Gungnir, tightly.

"I need a moment with my sons and Lady Sigyn."

The guards hurried out at the sound of his bloodcurdling voice, shutting the door behind them. Their footsteps receded, going further and further from the chamber. They didn't want to be anywhere near the room when Odin was likely to tear it apart.
Thor leisurely swung his legs off Loki's bed and came to stand beside his brother. At their shared grin, Sigyn realised Thor had clearly involved in the scheme, and willingly, it seemed.

"I understand your anger, Father," said the Crown Prince calmly, "and I take responsibility, as I am the one who set Loki free and came up with this ruse. But know I would not have done this if I did not believe it necessary."

"Necessary? NECESSARY? You have defied me! You have made a travesty of us all and mocked not only the people of Asgard, but your family as well! What could possibly justify your actions?"

"Love."

This took the Allfather aback. He stared at his son as if he had gone mad. Thor seized the opportunity to continue now that his father had fallen silent. "I did not say I would be Sigyn's husband when I proposed the wedding be brought forward. It was my first intention, I'll admit. But only if Loki could not convince me he loved Sigyn. When I brought her to see him yesterday, I did not see the reaction of a Trickster, who lost a coveted prize. I saw a man enraged after being told the woman he loves was to marry another, to save both herself and him. I saw the same broken heart in Loki as I saw in Sigyn. So yes, I freed him. I took his place, and he mine. If you want somebody to take the blame for this, if you want somebody to explain it to our people, I will gladly do it. But I will not stand in the way of their love, nor should you or anyone else. This was the only correct course of action, Father."

Sigyn gaped at Thor. She couldn't believe that he was the one who had orchestrated it all. Loki, certainly, but Thor? He truly never ceased to amaze her.

"Did you believe it to be that easy?" demanded Odin then, having regained his composure. "That a simple illusion would be your answer? It may have been Loki who stood there, but the ceremony was for you, Thor. The vow Frigga drew up was yours, the sword exchanged was..."

"Mine, actually," interjected Loki. "No one noticed the difference. I barely use my sword, and safe for the engraving of our names, the blades are identical. Bring it here if you do not believe me. And as for the words; Mother drew those vows up years ago. She made me promise I would only speak them to the person I wanted to bind myself to."

"Thor is Sigyn's rightful husband! His name was spoken!"

"Was it?"

Odin's one eye glared dangerously at his sons. But Thor and Loki stood a united front. The brothers had played their parts in this scheme to perfection. They had fooled everyone, making all around them believe they were each other, and had only revealed the truth until after the vows were spoken. Until it was too late to do anything about it.

'There is power in what words are spoken and how they are spoken. Vows, deals, even spells. There is always a loophole if you search long enough.'

Sigyn recalled what Loki told her the morning after they had first lain together, about Frigga's choice of words. No names had been spoken. Not once. Not during the arrangement then or during the wedding now. The exchange of swords was thus lawful, and the vows were binding. Sigyn legally married the man who stood at the aisle with her, no matter his true appearance.

"Mother set everything in motion for us to be together," said Loki as he reached for Sigyn's hand. "Sigyn was to marry a prince of Asgard, and so she has. I may be second born, but this does not make me any less your son. I swear to you, Father, I have no ill intentions for Asgard. Nor is it my intention to use Sigyn or her magic, as I'm sure you suspect. I love her, and I want to be with her."

The Allfather's brow furrowed deeply, yet Sigyn could clearly see the surprise beneath his enraged demeanour. This was probably the first time he had ever heard his son speak with such honesty. Odin's gaze then settled on her. Sigyn's heart slowed, fearing what was to come. Thor moved a little closer, and she wondered if he would actually fight his own father to defend them if it came to it.

"I gathered from our previous conversations you are not one to break a vow," said Odin. "You will have learned by now that the words spoken are critical. They determine the pledge made. So I shall trust your honesty and ask you, Sigyn, who my wife promised you to? And if this is not the man you are wed to now, is it your wish I undo what has been done?"

Loki had asked her before if she was certain her betrothal was with Thor. And the more Sigyn had pondered on it, the more she realised... it wasn't. The arrangement with the Queen was to marry a Prince, no more, no less. The only other vow she'd given these past months was her vow of love to Loki. The same words they spoke at the Urdarbrunn were repeated today, with all of Asgard as their witnesses. This was the only vow Sigyn believed herself to be bound to.

"The Queen said I was to marry the Prince of Asgard," she replied with confidence, her courage strengthened by Loki's presence. "As there are two, I suppose she could have meant either. Whether the Queen intended this, I cannot say. But neither she nor I broke the agreement as I see it. I have married the Prince of Asgard, your son, as was promised. My husband holds my love and my loyalty, as was promised. I made no vow to Thor, nor he to me, so none is broken. Nothing needs to be undone."

The tension in Loki's body, so close beside her own, dissipated instantly. Even Thor visibly exhaled in relief.

"Very well," said Odin. "Then I will ask you to repeat your vow to each other one more time. With your names added this time. Thor, you stand witness."

Thor nodded with a victorious grin and went to stand beside his father as Loki faced Sigyn. He held her hands in his, stroking her skin with his thumb, and said, "Sigyn Völundrsdottir, you have my body, my soul, my love. I bind myself to you and will always find you, no matter where you are. For I am yours, now and far longer than forever."

"Loki Odinson," said Sigyn, "you have my body, my soul, my love. I bind myself to you and will always find you, no matter where you are. For I am yours, now and far longer than forever."

The Allfather placed his hand above theirs. "Sigyn and Loki, you are now joined in this everlasting bond. None will separate you."

Loki drew Sigyn to him and kissed her lips tenderly. It was the most thrilling yet sweet kiss he had ever given her. When they finally separated, Odin nodded, admitting defeat to both of them.

"I do not condone what has happened. But if this is truly what you both desire, you have my blessing. Treat her well, Loki. Do not make the same mistakes with Sigyn as with... others. As for you, Thor, I believe it is time for you to address our people. Best of luck."

He slapped Thor on his shoulder. The Crown Prince grew stricken as he slowly grasped the gruelling task that awaited him. 

"What do you suppose he meant?" wondered Loki aloud after Odin left. "About those others?"

His brother merely shrugged and waved him away, clearly unbothered by the comment. Sigyn, however, pressed her lips together as she understood full well who Odin spoke of. But seeing how Frigga erased the girl who'd died because of Loki's trickery from his memory, he couldn't possibly understand his father's words. That knowledge pained her, and part of her still couldn't believe Loki would have gone that far to steal another's powers. It was the same part that warned her to never give up her flame to another. Not even to the one who held her heart. 

***

For the first time, Thor understood what it was like to be a Trickster and take responsibility for an elaborate scheme. After discussing things with Loki and Sigyn, they came to the agreement the truth was the best option, and that Thor should definitely be the one to speak and not Loki with an illusion cast over himself, as Thor so feebly suggested. But the truth to an extent, of course. Nothing was to be said of Sigyn's magic or of the lovers' affair.
To his surprise, the people accepted his explanation of what had occurred and why he had chosen not to marry Sigyn. The Allfather and Queen's consent might have prompted them to do so. Or perhaps it was they witnessed a radiant bride and groom. Thor smirked at his younger brother's eye-roll as the crowd cheered for him. Sigyn nudged Loki and whispered something, which immediately made Loki laugh. He replied, making her laugh as well, and readily allowed her to lean against him, their arms hooked together. Some amongst the people saw this simple act of affection between them and cheered for them instead.

As Thor stepped down from the dais, he briefly met his father's approving nod, as well as Loki's gaze. No words needed to be spoken for Loki to express his gratitude and for Thor to bestow his blessing. Their love for Sigyn had been their common ground. Their bond as brothers had grown stronger because of it. Perhaps things would be better now.
Frigga beckoned her son, but Thor suddenly felt someone holding him back. He turned round to find Sigyn standing before him.

"I did not get a chance to thank you, Thor," she said.

"There is no need," he replied dismissively. "It was the right thing to do."

"You could've chosen differently."

"True. But three lives would have been ruined then. And a wise person once told me that sometimes love is about letting go."

His mother had done well to remind him of the Sigyn's beloved Midgardian tale. It had inspired Thor to choose the path King Mark had elected to forgo. Now Sigyn's fate was no longer that of the maiden Ysolde's, nor was Thor's that of King Mark's.
His new sister stood on her toes to brush her lips against Thor's ever so gingerly. She whispered another thank you before returning to her husband's side. Loki took Sigyn in his arms and kissed her before the whole of Asgard, drawing another round of cheers and applause from the crowd. 

"They look happy, don't they?" Having seen Thor get side-tracked by Sigyn, Frigga had come to him herself. He returned her warm smile, and she continued, "I am so proud of you, my boy. And don't worry. You, too, will find love one day. Maybe in the most unexpected of places."

Thor hummed and looked again to where Loki and Sigyn stood. A pang of envy struck him as he watched them in each other's arm. He hoped his mother's words would prove true. One day...

"Well done."

Thor blinked when his thoughts were interrupted by Sif's voice, who now stood where his mother had been just moments ago. He gasped at the sight of her, not used to seeing Sif this... feminine. A crimson tight-fitting dress showed the curves of her warrior-trained body, her eyes and lips coloured by a darker shade. Her black hair fell gracefully about her, a single hairpin of a silver raven just above her ear. She was a vision.

"I must admit I was relieved," she said. "When Loki revealed himself, I mean. I admired you for wanting to provide for Sigyn, but you should not have been deprived of a chance of happiness yourself. I am glad to see you still have that chance. You deserve it."

Grateful for her kind words, Thor took Sif's hand and planted a kiss on top. She averted her eyes like a shy maiden. He raised a curious brow at this. He wasn't sure what prompted him to show a more intimate sign of affection between them since he didn't see her as anything more than a dear friend and fighting comrade, but he certainly hadn't expected that reaction. When another man tried this with Sif, she usually scoffed and pulled her hand back. 

'You too will find that love one day. Maybe in the most unexpected of places.'

Maybe...

***

After the commotion subdued, the celebrations truly began. The Asgardians merrily drank, ate, talked, and danced, feasting with the representatives from the other realms. It was during a conversation with Frigga and the ambassador from Alfheim that Loki noticed Sigyn was nowhere to be seen. He excused himself and made his way through the crowd toward his brother and the Warriors Three.
A flock of women surrounded them, trying very hard to get Thor's attention. Seems like they had wasted no time in making sure he knew they were very much available to him. But Loki believed to see a certain restraint in Thor. And... was he standing closer to Sif than to any of the others? Curious. Maybe he was finally maturing. Or maybe he finally realised what was so bloody obvious to everyone else in Asgard.

"Thor," Loki called as he approached, "have you seen Sigyn?"

"Don't tell me you've lost her already, Loki?" Volstagg bellowed heartily. "It's not too late, Thor! Hurry before she loses her senses again!"

The bystanders laughed along with him, prompting Thor to shush them before answering. "I believe she's outside with Astrid. I saw her walk Sigyn out of the hall, towards the throne room."

Loki groaned. What was that bothersome handmaiden up to now? He quickly thanked Thor and made to leave, but not before transforming everyone's drinks into ice. He smirked at Volstagg's annoyed roar and Thor's amused remark, claiming he was fortunate to have only angered Loki and not Sigyn, else Volstagg would have found himself in much graver peril. Oh, if only that simpleton knew... 
Just when Loki exited the hall into the corridor, he heard hurried footsteps behind him. He glanced over his shoulder to see Fandrall jogging toward him.

"Mind if I tag along? Just to see if Astrid is still with Sigyn. I've been trying to ask her to dance all evening."

Though the blond was an improvement over Volstagg, it didn't mean Loki considered him a close friend. Or even a friend, per se. Not really. But Fandrall was infatuated with Astrid, and knowing how she could react to Loki's mere presence, it might not be the worst idea to bring him along. After nodding his consent, the pair walked at a brisk pace towards the throne room, where they soon heard Astrid and Sigyn's agitated voices. 
Loki and Fandrall looked at each other for a moment. They kept to the side columns, hiding in their shadows and going from one to the next as quietly as possible until they came upon the two women arguing below the steps to the throne. 

"Sigyn, he is using you," insisted Astrid. "Why can't you see that?"

"Astrid, enough! I won't hear any more of this."

Loki's pendant burned against his skin, the magic within fuelled by Sigyn's anger. He focused on drawing as much of his own magic into the serpents to ground her, while ignoring his own furor against his wife's handmaiden as she continued to slander him. 

"I know Loki a great deal better than you, Sigyn. He spins you around his finger, charming you with his pretty talk until you give everything you have, and then he reveals himself the foul Trickster that he is. Loki doesn't care for you. He never has, and he never will. He uses people for his own benefit and then discards them as old toys, with no regard for the pain he causes. I refuse to stand by again and watch someone I care for lose it all because of that cold-hearted bastard."

"I will not have you say that about my husband!"

"He is not your husband; he is your jailor! You were supposed to marry Thor, not Loki!"

"No, I wasn't! Astrid, please, let me explain."

But Astrid raged on, oblivious that Sigyn was at her breaking point. "Do you honestly believe your family will allow it? They will come here and take you back home and —"

The magic within the pendant surged like a fire bursting from a furnace, and Loki jumped out from behind the column. Sigyn had her hand around Astrid's throat. Little flames circled her wrist, floating dangerously close to the other woman's skin. Fandrall, fearful for Astrid's life, lunged forward, but Loki stopped him.

"No, don't," he warned. "Remember the garden. We mustn't antagonise Sigyn. Stay behind me. Say nothing, do nothing. Just be ready to pull Astrid to safety."

Fandrall nodded and allowed Loki to take the lead. Cautiously, both men approached, halting a few feet away from the fire mage and her prey.

"Sigyn, look at me." Fiery red eyes flashed to him. The burning sensation at his chest wavered somewhat, meaning Sigyn was still in control. Loki took his chance. "Let Astrid go. I heard what she said, and I understand you are angry. But Astrid merely spoke out of concern for you. I don't care what she or anyone else thinks, and neither should you. You know the truth, and that is all that matters to me. Let go. Please."

The flames died, and the heat within the pendant cooled as Sigyn allowed Loki's magic to take the upper hand. Her grip on Astrid's throat loosened. Loki quickly signalled Fandrall to pull the handmaiden away and moved in front of them, ensuring Sigyn saw him and only him. He carefully brushed her cheek. Her skin was still warm to the touch. Only when Sigyn's eyes were finally back to their deep emerald colour did Loki exhale in relief.
He glanced over his shoulder. Astrid seemed fine, except for the slight burn at her throat. Had she wanted to, Sigyn could have killed her. Frankly, he wouldn't have wept for it. 

"Fandrall, take Astrid to the healers," he ordered.

"I'm fine," spat Astrid.

"You have no say in the matter."

"If you think I am leaving Sigyn alone with you, Trickster, you are sorely mistaken!"

"Perhaps I haven't made myself clear." Loki spun round to Astrid, his towering body but a few inches from hers. "You will walk away with Fandrall on your own, or I will have you dragged away by the palace guards. Despite what you may think, I am not the villain, Astrid; I am the one who saved your miserable life. That said, I will not allow you near my wife if you only mean to upset her further and drive a wedge between us. Take a few days to reflect on your behaviour before returning to Sigyn's service. Or do not return at all. The choice is yours."

Astrid stumbled back, perplexed at Loki's ultimatum. Her eyes flickered to Sigyn, silently asking for her to say something, but she remained silent. Upon Loki's insistent glare, Fandrall wasted no time in spiriting the handmaiden away. Only when he was certain they left did Loki return his full attention to Sigyn. She fell into his arms, burying her face against his chest.

"I'm sorry," she sobbed. "I-I don't know why I... Loki, I..."

"Ssh, it's all right, my heart. I'm here now." 

Loki put his arm around her shoulders and led her into the corridor, then onward to the private chambers of the royal family. Yet as they walked, Loki felt as if they were being watched. He glimpsed back several times but saw no one. Normally, he would have investigated, trusting his instinct, but getting his wife away from prying eyes was a more pressing priority.
Had he taken a closer look, Loki would have indeed found someone watching from the shadows. Someone determined evermore determined on vengeance. Because no matter how nice he played now, Loki remained a Trickster. And with a fire mage so clearly under her former lover's control, he just became a greater threat than ever before.

***

The music from the hall seemed to grow louder as the moon rose over Asgard. But the ongoing festivities did nothing to lift Sigyn's spirits. She was grateful Loki did not make her return. Her wedding day was a far cry from the one she had always imagined for herself. 
Forlorn, Sigyn leaned against the balcony door of Loki's chamber, unsure of what she was supposed to feel right now. The day had started with agony, as she'd believed she lost Loki forever. Then his sudden trickery had spun that ache to sheer joy upon realising she'd truly married the man she loved and that she was finally part of a family who accepted her. To have that dampened now by her altercation with Astrid... She understood her friend's concern, but not her relentlessness. Sigyn didn't need Astrid to trust Loki; she knew she never would. She needed her friend to trust her.

"Are you all right?" Loki came up behind Sigyn.

She sighed. "Not really."

"What can I do?"

"Hold me. Never let me go." 

Sigyn dropped against his bare chest, allowing Loki to take her in his arms. His cool skin was a soothing balm to her inner turmoil. She leaned her head back, relaxing in his embrace. Loki kissed the top of her head and murmured, "I hate seeing you like this. I hate that someone who claims to be your friend would hurt you."

"I don't think she meant to. As you said, she spoke out of concern. You two do share a history, after all."

"A very brief history. And Astrid knew damn well I had no intention of maintaining a relationship with her. It was more —"

"Physical? Believe me, Loki, that can be enough to drive a woman jealous. Especially when you are involved."

Sigyn caught his blush from the corner of her eye and sniggered. He was the only man she had lain with, so she couldn't make any comparisons. But even if she still could, if she were still unmarried, she wouldn't want any other man. Loki was all she needed. Even standing against his strong slender body, feeling the evening breeze and the last rays of sun tingling her skin, was enough to make Sigyn quiver in anticipation of what she knew was certain to happen that night.
She turned in his arms and put her hands on the nape of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. The moment their lips touched, Sigyn forgot all about her worries. Astrid, her family, Odin... All disappeared from her mind. There was only Loki. 

Far too quickly, he parted from her, nudging her back at the hips. She raised a brow and asked, "What's wrong, my love?" 

"No, just.. there is something I have been meaning to ask," spoke Loki, hesitantly. "Sigyn, after what happened in my mother's garden, I made my father think you could be with child since we lay together in the hopes it would keep him from killing you. It obviously worked, but... I need to know if what I told him... What I'm asking is... are you?"

Sigyn took in her husband's expression. Was Loki hoping she was pregnant? Or did he fear it? Either way, she couldn't tell him what he wanted to hear. Not yet. 

"No matter," he said at her silence. "There was little chance, anyway, since we took the contraceptive draughts."

"It will happen soon," said Sigyn. "Unless... you don't want a child?"

Loki pressed his lips together and looked away. Sigyn watched him closely. There lay no denial in his expression. More a certain... wistfulness. Briefly, Sigyn feared Loki knew the truth of his deceased former lover and their child, after all. But then she saw the bitterness behind the sorrow. The anguish. It was far too intense for it to be about that. Something else was going on. 

"Loki," Sigyn cupped his face, "I have never pressed you to tell me of your past, and I won't now. But this is a decision we must make together. I can only tell you of my desires and fears, and hope you will do the same. If you have a reason for not wanting a child, just know that whatever that reason is, you can talk to me about it. I'm your wife, and I love you. Nothing you say will —"

Sigyn's words were smothered when Loki suddenly pulled her against him. His mouth fervently attacked hers, and Sigyn nearly buckled at his wildness. Her mind went blank. All she knew was the passion radiating from Loki, and the heat surging within her. Norns, he would destroy her.
Losing herself to him, Sigyn allowed Loki to coax her into the room. For a terse second, her instinct propelled her to the mirror, but then she recalled that was no longer necessary. There was no need to sneak off to the Urdarbrunn anymore. They didn't have to create illusions to cover for them or take any precautions. At last.

Loki's magic rippled over her, and Sigyn stood naked before him. Her wedding gown was neatly folded on the settee, and her hair was loose. All she wore was the golden necklace on her bosom. 
Ever the gentleman, Loki helped Sigyn to his bed. After stripping naked himself, he lay down beside Sigyn and caressed her jawline lovingly. She trembled with anticipation. No matter how many times they made love, it always felt like the very first time. The seduction, the exploration of each other's bodies, that wonderful sensation in her core... She absolutely loved it. And she loved him.

"I'm not worthy of you," whispered Loki. 

"You are," insisted Sigyn. "Please, Loki, let me be the mother of your children. You've given me a family; allow me to do the same."

"If you like." He leaned in. "But you are my family."

The fleeting brush of Loki's lips became a deep kiss. His hand stroked her hot skin as he went down her body. After all the distress they suffered these past days, Sigyn yearned more than ever for Loki to devour her completely. When their lips parted, and Loki drew back, the same hunger reflected in his eyes. But despite that hunger, she knew he would take his time. He would make her beg. 
Sigyn bent her knee a little, letting Loki take hold of her thigh. He grinned mischievously and moved down to kiss the inside of her leg. His mouth slowly travelled up. The closer he came to her core, the more Sigyn's longing increased. Would he truly kiss her there? 

Just a little higher... 

Then Loki's lips were on her hip, moving toward her belly. Oh, the tease! But two could play that game. Sigyn waited until Loki was high enough for her to reach, then pulled him down on top of her. She pushed her tongue between his lips, giving him no choice but to answer her. He groaned as her rolling hips struck his hardening member. Smiling in their kiss, Sigyn stroked the small of his back, knowing it was one of his weak spots. Surely this would get him to give her —
Ropes appeared around Sigyn's wrists. The binding pulled her hands up, restraining them together to the headboard of the bed. She gasped indignantly, but Loki placed his fingers to her mouth before she could speak.

"Don't be so impatient," he said. "It is our wedding night, after all."

He leaned in again, planning to steal another kiss. Sigyn, piqued at Loki for having bound her like this, promptly bit his lower lip. He jerked back, a single drop of blood welling at the nick. The God of Mischief smirked, a promising gleam in his eyes.

"Oh, if that's how you want to play it."

Loki's teeth grazed across Sigyn's hard, sensitive nipple. She stifled a moan when he bit her. Though she wouldn't admit it aloud, she loved this rougher side of Loki. He was always careful when they lay together, ever considerate and seeking her consent, but when she got him to truly give in to their passion and pursue his own lust... he was glorious.
Suddenly, Sigyn felt Loki's one hand trailing down her belly. When he reached her mound, two fingers delved between her folds. Sigyn felt herself get wetter with every teasing stroke. She careened in pleasure each time he rolled the little nub and then gasped loudly as he pushed into her.

"Ah! Oh, by all the Norns, Loki..."

Loki released his hold on Sigyn's breast. He planted ardent kisses from her bosom down to her core. His luscious tongue licked her, striking with immense pressure at every lapse. The combined stimulation with his fingers made Sigyn's eyelids flutter. She seized her restraints, unable to do anything else, and bit her lip. 

"Do you like this, my heart?" asked Loki, his voice sweet like honey.

"Yes," Sigyn sighed blissfully.

"Tell me what you want, Sigyn. Tell me what you desire."

"You... I want you, Loki."

His tongue abandoned her. His body hovered over her, cooling her heat until she could breathe again. But all breath was stripped from Sigyn as Loki entered her. She gave out a little cry, arching her back to his thrust. Though her body was already accustomed to his hard member, that first push was always the most painful. After... it was only utter euphoria.
Loki moved, slowly but steadily, picking up a rhythm Sigyn knew he could keep up for minutes on end. She lifted her head, desperate to catch Loki's lips again, but he drew back, his eyes glistening with mischief. Oh, if only there was a way to—wait!

"If that's how you want to play it."

Before Loki realised well enough what she was doing, it was already too late. The little fireball Sigyn summoned instantly burned her restraints away. She pushed against Loki with all her might and quickly rolled him onto his back to straddle him. Her red hair tumbled down the side of her face like a waterfall as she pinned his hands down beside his head. Loki froze underneath Sigyn. His eyes stood wide and almost... panicked.
She regarded him closely, uncertain what that abrupt flicker of fear was about. But as quickly as it had appeared, it was gone again. Loki sat up with her, making Sigyn wince as his shaft brushed her walls. He kissed her lips, lightly at first, then more fiercely. His mouth left hers, moving down her jawline along her neck to that sweet spot at her collarbone. She gasped when he sucked her skin at the same time he thrust up.

Finally, Sigyn swayed, picking up on the same rhythm Loki started before. She took his hands and place them on her hips. Loki grabbed her firmly but did nothing else, much to her own surprise. He had never let Sigyn be in complete control. His trust in her made her smile. She would make sure he would never forget what she could do to him. 
Her motions grew wilder. Her moans grew louder. Loki's eyes followed the movements her body made eagerly, taking it all in. He was observing her. Studying her for only one reason — how to make it all even better.
Their mouths crashed together. Sigyn threw her arms around his neck, letting her fingers run through his raven hair. Sweat quickly coated their entangled bodies in the all-devouring night. Their pendants touched, their lust nurturing the magic within them. Heat wrapped around cold. Ice made fire burn brighter until it was ready to burst out.

Sigyn pushed Loki back onto the bed, her nails digging into his chest, right above his heart. She rode him like she would a wild stallion. With his hands still on her hips, Loki pushed Sigyn on, ensuring she kept going faster and faster. Then he regained control like the dastardly Trickster he was.
So lost in ecstasy, Sigyn had failed to notice Loki had tightened his grip on her thighs. He forced her to a halt and drove his hips up, making her cry out. Harder, wilder, rougher, Loki made Sigyn ride through her high while chasing his own. He thrusted until his body contracted and his seed filled her.

Completely exhausted, the couple dropped back onto the bed. Sigyn remained on top of Loki and rested her head on his chest. His heart pounded as furiously as her own. Loki stirred, pressing a soft kiss at her temple, and caressed her hot skin with the tip of his fingers. His own was impossibly cool.
Sigyn loved to lie in his arms like this, enjoying the ebbing elation, and to still have him inside her. They were one, in all ways possible. Their bond would never break, of that Sigyn was certain. Her life, the fairy tale she dreamed of, had finally begun. She would be at Loki's side forever. No one could part them.
No one.