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"I'll do it." Loki stated before taking a deep breath. "Not to cause offense, but your magic is till in practice, and I would rather not chance this to you." A blinding flash of green and Loki was gone, replaced with a Ulysses butterfly. The vibrant blue butterfly fluttered about before landing gently on Sigyn's shoulder. It fluttered its wings and the light revealed beading red eyes hiding in its black body. Loki changed into something subtle and small, which used little of his energy, especially since he didn't have to hide his colors in this form.

Loki groaned as she moved, his eyes rolling back and closing. He bit at his lip as her hand gripped his neck. A breathy whine fell from him. His climax was nearing faster than he expected. A soft chuckle as she praised and complimented him. "It is not in my nature."

#v; beauty and the beast #kingofdarkness #;only bought this dress so you could take it off {nsfw}

"I know, s'what makes it so cute," She says, her speech begging to slur from pleasure as her speed continued to increase. "Not gonna last much longer my love."

Loki couldn’t help my laugh a little. Not in her face like he was making fun, but at the thought of his gaze being too much. He wondered what exactly it meant until she admitted to being embarrassed.

“Ah.” He thought for a moment at how to reply. “Do you know why I want you to look at me?” The thought honestly hadn’t occured to him for why he wanted her to look at him while they made love. He knew it mattered but didn’t know why until just now.

“Love comes in through the eyes.” Loki answered and pulled himself mostly out of her. His lips gently kissed hers. Then, she kissed her cheek. “Sigyn… look at me, please.”

Sigyn’s cheeks flushed softly as she lifted her eyes to his, a small tremble in her fingers as they reached up and gently brushed against his chest. Her breath was quiet, uneven, caught somewhere between nervousness and wonder.

She didn’t speak, but her gaze held him steady, searching and shy all at once. Leaning her forehead gently to his, she let herself be vulnerable in that quiet moment.

Just looking at him felt like everything she needed to say.

Sigyn’s cheeks flushed softly as she lifted her eyes to his, a small tremble in her fingers as they reached up and gently brushed against his chest. Her breath was quiet, uneven, caught somewhere between nervousness and wonder.

She didn’t speak, but her gaze held him steady, searching and shy all at once. Leaning her forehead gently to his, she let herself be vulnerable in that quiet moment.

Just looking at him felt like everything she needed to say.

Loki glanced down to where her fingers touched him then looked back to her gaze. A sigh of relief mixed with happiness released from him as they touched foreheads. He slowly pushed back into her. Another sigh of a different nature escaped him.

#v; i will rule #kingofdarkness #;only bought this dress so you could take it off {nsfw}

Sigyn couldn't stop the moan that escaped her this time. Another one followed suit as her walls fluttered and clamped around him. "Y-You can go a. . . a little faster," She suggested, her blush now creeping up to her ears.

Loki nodded toward the stairs. He glanced over his shoulder, thinking he heard his moron of a brother. He saw his brother briefly taking a blonde into their father’s office. More trouble Loki didn’t want to deal with but knew he would have to layer down the road.

The two ascended the stairs, and the boy was sweating. Never had that stairway been so strenuous. They made a right hand turn into his room. One he unfortunately shared with Thor despite having the room for them to have separate rooms. Loki’s side was mostly organized with a few small messes of varying books, while Thor’s was messed with sports gear, jersies, and food wrappers.

Loki stumbled over some of Thor’s things and landed on his back onto his own half made up bed. “Fuck” he grumbled as he landed.

He smiled softly at her. He winced as he readjusted himself. “Would you rather I sleep elsewhere? I will gladly take the floor if that would help you feel less anxious. Although I would rather be kissing you, or holding you as best I can.”

“No, it’s okay. I promise.” She says, her blue eyes pouring into his. “You… you can kiss me.” Her lower lip is pulled between her teeth face flushing. She can’t believe she just said that.

He smiled softly before leaning toward her and pressing his lips against hers. “I will kiss you whenever you’d like.” He kissed her again. Loki wanted more than he should. Wanting more than just another make out. His body however couldn’t tolerate anything more than a few gently kisses. “What am I gonna do with you?” he said softly as his lips pulled away from hers. He winced as he laid back.

Sigyn closed her eyes as he kissed her, gently returning the kiss, her hand cupping his cheek as their lips danced. A smile pulled at her lips at his question. “For now, just go to sleep with me… tomorrow, we’ll get into more details.”

He winced until he was laid back against the pillows. His arm wrapped around her with another shock of pain. “Im going to marry you some day.” Loki whispered as he fell asleep. An internal thought he had not realized was said aloud.

Sigyn blinked once. Then twice. That had been… unexpected. But she didn’t linger on it for too long and slowly fell asleep beside him, listening to the soft sound of his breathing. Only time would tell where they went from here.

Loki awoke as the sun slipped into the window. He began to stretch until the seering pain caught him off guard. A quiet yelp of pain. Eyes pinched shut as he breathed through the pain. His eyes opened to see the sleeping girl beside him.

#v; paper cuts and cigarette smoke #kingofdarkness

Sigyn startled awake at his help, quickly sitting up and looking around before realizing where she was and slowly relaxing. "Shit, you okay? Scared the hell outta me," She mumbled sleepily, looking down at the boy next to her. "What time is it? I need to give you s'more medicine."

His eyes watched her fingers trace his skin. It sent a sort of chill up his spin. Watching her pick a scar and then coming up with a reasonable story was going to be interesting. How close to the truth could he get without freaking her out.

A smirk as she decided on the burn. "It's not a burn from fire." He twisted his arm to show the full coverage. The years had faded it greatly, enough it no longer looked like the handprint it was. Thor was always good for an adventure, and trying to destroy all frost giants was an interesting adventure.

"My oaf brother wanted to prove he was mighty and worthy of.. something. Honestly not sure what of.. Anyways. We got into a fight and I managed to get this freeze burn." He looked her in the eye as he spoke.

"It was all a blur. The closest thing to compare is dry ice. That accidental touch that aches for a week, but this burn was held against my arm for about a minute and took a month or more to heal."

Loki watched her watching him. He closed the distance between by taking a half step toward her. "Any other scar take your fancy? Or have you another kind of question for me?"

#v; the reincarnation #kingofdarkness

Veronica blinked as he turned his arm, revealing more of the scar. Her brows lifted slightly—not in disbelief, but fascination. The burn didn’t look fresh, but something about it… lingered. Like it had been earned in a moment that had changed everything.

“Freeze burn?” she echoed, eyes flicking from the mark back to his face. “Okay, see, I was going to guess hair straightener or angry ex-girlfriend, but that’s much more dramatic.”

Her voice was light, teasing—but she was still watching him carefully, filing away the way he said oaf brother and worthy of something, like it was a story he’d told a hundred times but never quite casually.

She stepped forward again, letting the space between them shrink just slightly. “So that’s the kind of kid you were, huh?” she said with a crooked grin. “Picking fights with your brother and walking away with ice burns?”

Then, gentler—still playful, but curious: “Were you always like that? All fire and trouble?” She looked up at him, waiting—not just for an answer, but for whatever he wouldn’t say out loud.

Loki didn't answer for a while. He knew there wa snothing he could do to reassure her until the boys were born. "No more secrets." Just the one, "I promise."

"I will hold you together until the boys are born." He kissed the top of her head. "Do you want me to tell you what I saw?"

Sigyn didn’t answer right away. She just let the silence settle between them, her hand still over his.

“No more secrets,” she echoed softly, as if testing the weight of the promise on her tongue. Her eyes stayed on the water’s surface, unfocused, her voice barely above it.

“I don’t know if hearing it will make me feel better…” She exhaled slowly, then turned her head just slightly, brushing her cheek against his. “But I want to know. I want to try.”

A pause, then quieter: “Tell me what you saw.”

Their boys chased after the other until reaching their doorstep. Loki unlocked the door and the twins scrambled inside. He turned back to see Sigyn slowly following behind. For a moment Loki fidgeted with his fingers. Slowly he offered his hand to Sigyn

#v; after the war #kingofdarkness

Sigyn stopped when she saw his hand—hesitant, fidgeting, then offered. A flicker of old instinct told her to retreat. But instead, she reached forward and took it. Her fingers slid into his with quiet care, warm from holding herself too tightly.

She didn’t speak at first. Just stood there with him, their hands joined at last, like something fragile but still breathing. After a moment, she looked up—eyes soft, unsure.

“Come on,” she murmured. “You can help me with dinner.”

And she gave his hand the smallest tug, leading him through the open door, where their sons' laughter spilled out like light.

Her husband nodded and followed her to the bathroom. While she brushed her teeth Loki started the bath. Once the lukewarm water filled the tub he helped her undress and climb into the water. He lingered a moment before stepping out to fetch a tray of food.

Loki walked toward the dining hall. An uproar occurred as he walked in. Friends and family that had no idea he was awake after nearly three months. The hugs and mindless chatter of the goings-on were overstimulating. He pushed through the crowd, not saying anything, gathered some food, and walked out. He could hear the hall quiet for a moment as he left.

Loki kissed her head. A dainty trail kissed her down to her cheek. "Believe in me for our future. Trust my love and my rage."

He thought for a moment. His cheek was pressed to her temple. "I cannot hold you properly from here. Either you come out or I come in."

The faintest of smiles pulled at the corner of her lips, quickly fading as she shifted in the tub, allowing enough room for him to settle in behind her.

"You've been asleep for months. Get in here."

A soft smile formed as she shifted. Loki didn't bither undressing before slipping into the bath behind her. Arms cradled her just under her breast, holding her against his chest. His legs stretched onto either side of her. His cheek rested atop her head once settled in. "I didn't know it was coming until I couldn't move."

Sigyn's mouth opens and closes as he gets in the tub fully clothed, as if she were going to say something but decided against it. Instead, she simply clicks her tongue, sighs, and shakes her head before leaning into him.

"Your mother said that was likely the case. . . we just hadn't expected it to take so long for you to wake up."

"I have never slept that long before. I should have known it was coming, I usually do." He sighed and squeezed her slightly. "Perhaps this is why is came in suddenly." His hand rubbed her belly. "I know you don't quite believe me. But these twins will be strong and healthy. A full gestation when most are premature." That with the mixture of what the spell did to his body coukd be a likely explaination of why he didn't know the sleep was coming for him.

Sigyn let her hand rest over his, not quite holding it, but anchoring herself there. Her voice was low, wrapped in exhaustion but trying—really trying.

“You said you saw flashes. Little glimpses of what could be.” She paused, her breath catching for a moment as her thumb brushed over his knuckles.

“I know even those are rare. I know you wouldn’t have told me unless you truly believed in what you saw.” Another beat of silence passed. She didn’t pull away, but her shoulders didn’t fully relax either.

“I want to believe that’s where we’re headed… I do. But flashes aren’t the same as feeling them grow, day by day, wondering if every twinge is something slipping away again.”

She leaned her head back slightly, resting it near his. Close. Not fragile—just open. “I’m holding on the best I can. But I need you here. Really here. No more secrets. No more disappearing without warning.”

Her voice softened to nearly a whisper. “If we’re going to walk this path, I need to know I’m not walking it alone anymore.”

He stepped back toward her and took the knife. "Look" he threw the knife off target and it stuck in the wall. "I can patch a wall. Just try. I've shown you how." Another blade was offered to her. "Throw the knife, and I'll answer one more question. Hit the target, and I'll talk about some of the scars. Hit the target twice and I'll show you all the scars."

Her fingers hovered just above the offered handle, hesitant—like the metal might bite, like it knew something she didn’t. Her breath came shallow, the echo of something ancient whispering in her chest like a wind rattling through a ruined temple. She could feel the pulse of something not hers curl behind her ribs.

“Is this what you do with all your students, Professor?” she asked, trying to lace her voice with sarcasm, but it came out quieter than she meant. Not afraid. Just… too careful. She looked from his face to the knife again. Her hand closed around the hilt.

The second she held it, something flickered behind her eyes. Not a memory, not really. More like a smell from childhood, or a song you haven’t heard in years but still remember every lyric to. The feel of a blade. The way it should spin in the air. “I don’t… I don’t know why this feels familiar,” she said, more to herself than him.

She stepped back, exhaled, and let her body remember what her mind didn’t. The knife flew. It sang through the air—not perfectly, not clean—but it hit the target with a solid, undeniable thunk.

She startled a little. Half proud. Half unnerved. She looked over at him sharply, an almost impish smile on her face.

“One question, huh?” she said, voice low now, steadier than before. She walked slowly back to him and took the second knife from his hand, fingers brushing his.

“I want to know,” she said, eyes locked on his, “what's the most reckless thing you've ever done for someone?"

Then she turned and threw the second knife.

"Just throw it," he teased and took a step back. Loki watched her curiously, his brows knit together. He was no longer watching Veronica but Sigyn as she gripped the knife. The throw was almost flawless, but Veronica took over halfway through the throw.

A small smile was growing on his face as he watched her. She was getting cocky. Her throw was off center, but she still his the target. "One question."

Loki smirked as she confidently took the knife from his hand. She was turning him on and he was sure she knew it. The smirk faded as she asked her question. Was this Veronica or Sigyn asking the questions. "That is a dangerous question..."

Veronica didn’t look away from him. Not even as the knife sank into the target after she threw it. Not even as his smirk faltered.

A dangerous question?

Maybe.

But the way he said it—low, rough, like it cost him something—made her pulse flicker.

Something about his eyes made her feel like she’d been here before. Like she’d stood across from him in a place that wasn’t this, wearing armor instead of denim, blood instead of nerves.

But she wasn’t that girl. Whoever she had been.

Veronica tipped her head just slightly, a half-smile tugging at her lips. “Then it’s a good thing I like dangerous books, dangerous poetry…” Her eyes dropped briefly to his mouth, then back up. “And apparently, dangerous men.”

She made a motion towards his arm with her finger.

“Your turn, and you still have to answer.”

The man watched her closely as she approached him. She was being a tease, and he loved it. He licked his lips as she looked him over.

Loki stood and towered over her. "You may not like me if I tell you." The knife was tossed without looking at the target. Dead center hit again. She was such a tease, and he wanted her desperately.

"I started a war." it sounded like a joke. Another blade flew to the center target. It was a serious answer, but it sounded like a joke. He smiled slightly as he tilted her chin up with the hilt of the next dagger. "Your turn."

Her breath caught, but she didn’t let it show. Not all the way.

The knife’s hilt under her chin was cold, but the heat in his gaze burned straight through her. She didn’t flinch—just held his eyes like she was daring him to look deeper. To see who she was. Or maybe… who she used to be.

“A war?” she echoed softly, lips parting into a small smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “That’s a hell of a first date confession.”

Her fingers brushed his as she took the dagger from him—slow, deliberate. Almost reverent.

“A war?” she echoed, eyes narrowing with a spark of amusement. “You’re going to have to be more specific. That’s a little vague, even for a melodramatic literature professor.”

She turned and let the blade fly—another clean hit, effortless—but her smirk didn’t fade this time.

“Was it a love war? An ego war? A world-ending sort of thing? Because if you’re trying to scare me off…” She stepped closer, head tilted. “You’re gonna have to try harder.”

"You were the one to ask a dangerous question." His eyes watched her fingers trace his to take the blade. His heart raced.

Loki smirked at her melodramatic comment. "A world ending war." He retorted. "One I am not likely to start again. But will if need be." His tone was lustful as they stared at each other. "If anything, the aim is to lure you in. Your questions don't help with that aim."

Her fingers brushed his again, feather-light, as she took the blade, her smile tipping toward a grin.

“Well, I do like dramatic men,” she teased, turning the knife in her hand. “But you might be overselling the ‘end of the world’ bit. Little intense for a first date, don’t you think?”

She stepped back with a casual sway, eyes still locked on his. “So you’re luring me in with ominous warnings and sharp objects? Bold strategy.”

A wink, quick and wicked. “Gotta say... It's kind of working.”

She threw the knife. Another solid hit. Then she turned back to him, smirking.

“Your move, villain.”

"You did ask. Not my fault if the answer was too much for your liking." He stepped toward her, flipping the final blade in hand. "Intense? Perhaps." He pointed the blade toward her. "Arguably, being aroused by the violence is just as intense." A brow raised at her.

A glance to the target showed several hits milimeters from each other and all in the center of the target. Several more blades about an inch or so apart with decent grouping. Those blades were just off center, with one in the bullseye.

His gaze shifted back toward her as she called him a villain. "Oh, you've no idea." A wicked smirk smeared his face. Without breaking eye contact, he sank the final blade into the center of the target.

Loki's hand gently grasped the back of her neck. He was looking her over, his hand holding her head, yearning for her. As he leaned down to kiss her, he stopped. Just a lips distance away. "You earned a few more questions, and any answers you want about these scars."

#v; the reincarnation #kingofdarkness

Veronica held her breath for a heartbeat, then let it go in a soft laugh. Her fingers drifted down his forearm—just to the bend of his elbow—tracing lightly over the raised silver line of a scar, then pausing at a small, pale burn a finger’s width below it. She glanced back up, blue eyes dancing.

“Well,” she said, voice teasing, “since you’ve opened the door… what happened here?” Her fingertip hovered over the burn. “Cooking mishap? Campfire accident? Or did you try to toast a marshmallow and end up nearly burning the world down then, too?”

She straightened, slipping her hand from his arm and stepping back just enough to reclaim a little space. A slow smile curved her lips. “Your move, Professor—answer honestly, or I’ll have to earn even more questions to get the truth.”

The man smiled slightly at the memory. Vali was a dirty thief as a toddler when it came to food and meal times were always a hassle. Loki often ate after the family because of it. Only half filling his plate, knowing his son would steal from him. Vali used to be his shadow, now barely acknowledged him.

Loki looked at his feet in shame at Sigyn's next comments. He chewed the inside of his cheek. Everything for his family fell apart and he blamed himself. "I never should have left..." His sorrowful green eyes looked up toward her hand. Loki didn't dare look her in the eyes. Her eyes reminded him of what he abandoned long ago and he was too ashamed to be reminded. Loki hardly looked anyone in the eye anymore.

As Loki looked at her hand, he noticed how she trembled. Reluctantly, he reached his hand toward hers. Another hesitation before linking his little finger with hers. The god could cry. How was linking pinkies so terrifying?

He stood a moment, still pinching his nose and calming the tears. Loki wiped his face. His throat cleared, then whistled a short tune. The twins looked up toward him and he nodded to leave.

Loki turned to leave, briefly making eye contact with Sigyn. "I can't do this..." he looked down again. A deep and heavy sigh before looking up again. "Not without you."

Sigyn’s eyes met his, wide and shining with everything she was too afraid to name. His words knocked the breath out of her chest—Not without you. She should’ve been ready to hear that. But she wasn’t.

Her voice was barely more than a whisper. “Then don’t.”

She stepped forward—not enough to close the space completely, but enough that he’d know she wasn’t turning away. Not yet.

“I’m still here,” she said, throat tight. “Not whole. Not healed. But I’m here." Her gaze dropped to the space between them, then lifted, slow and steady.

“I’m here,” she whispered. “That’s all I know how to be right now.”

The god stepped back as she stepped close. A habit, a caution, his eyes pinched closed like he just made a huge mistake. A heavy sigh from him again. It was going to be an agonizingly long journey for them. His eyes looked up again.

Loki couldn't say anything. He gave a half nod and began the brief walk back to their home. The twins came tunning up behind him and followed. Neither reached to touch him. Loki's hands looked like their wanted to offer to hold their, but quickly tucked into his pockets.

#v; after the war #kingofdarkness

Sigyn didn’t follow right away. She watched him walk ahead—watched the boys trail behind him, close but not quite touching.

Her arms wrapped around herself again, not in anger, but in longing. In mourning for what once had been so easy. But he hadn’t turned away this time. He’d stayed. And that… that mattered.

Softly, almost to herself, she whispered, “One step at a time.” Then she moved, slow and quiet, falling in behind them—not to chase, not to lead. Just to be near.

He sighed as her lips met his head and grabbed her hand. Loki's hand squeezed hers lightky before letting her go. The god hated discussing her council. There was no respect toward her. More specifically no respect toward him. Loki felt his wife was undermined for being a woman most of the time. He was brushed aside as being arrogant and mischievous. Arrogance came from pride, which Loki justly earned as a seasoned warrior. It was often forgotten that Loki was more than just a trickster and warlock. He had plenty of skill with a blade.

The god welcomed her to rest her head ok his chest. His arm wrapoed around her. One hand rested atop hers, the other stroked her hair. "We can tarry a while longer, darling." He kissed the top of her head.

“Mhm. Twenty more minutes… then we need to head out, before it gets dark,” She says, nuzzling her face into his still damp skin and letting out a content sigh. “As much as I wish we could stay like this, we have responsibilities we must attend to.”

"We are newly married. What real responsibilities do we have? Other than many many attempts at bearing children." He chuckled to himself and kissed the top if her head.

A heavy sigh escaped himnas he laid his head back and closed his eyes. Loki hadn't actually given children much thought since marrying Sigyn. He possibly had a child by now.

Tensions were high for Loki when he first came to Vanaheim to wed Sigyn. Tensions cause by more than just the ongoing wars. Angrboda, his other wife, was growing manipulative and controlling. Loki would never stand for someone trying to control him the way she was. Angi had grown angry and cruel, Loki spent very little time with her because of it. He only returned because he still loved her.

When he had seen Angrboda last, she informed him she was with child. Loki attempted to celebrate with her until he realized how upset she was. She was angry with him. She had threatened to keep him away, that he would never know his child, and she would turn it against him. That was if she let the child live past infancy.

Loki played with Sigyn's hair mindlessly while they snuggled. He nearly fell asleep as his mind wandered. Did he have a child? Was he ever going to be a father? How many children would him and Sigyn have?

Sigyn rolls her eyes and chuckles at him. She’d always wanted to be a real mother. She was already practically one to the younger half of her siblings, but she wanted children of her own. Preferably many of them. However, she wondered if she’d even be able to conceive given her old war injuries. She was told that she’d have difficulty when she was treated for the explosion, but not that it was impossible. At this point only time would tell.

She also wondered if Loki had children with his ex wife already. He hadn’t talked about her much, and she didn’t want to pry, but she was curious. She also wondered how often his ex wife would come into her life, if at all. She knew divorce was unheard of in their upbringing, but Sigyn wasn’t really too keen on sharing if she didn’t have to. Especially if she didn’t end up liking the other woman. Now, if she were likable… perhaps a different story.

However, her thoughts were shaken as she felt Loki relax underneath her, almost falling asleep.

“Okay, come on. Let’s head back before we fall asleep out here,” she says before sitting up, patting his arm to stir him before she rises to her feet and begins to get dressed.

Loki groaned as she shook him and stood. "No.." he whined. His eyes opened to see she was already half dressed. Loki clicked his tongue and reluctantly stood to dress.

Once clothed, Loki picked debris from his wife's tangled hair. She must look perfect for her court. He just needed to show up half the time looking decent. His fingers ran through his hair and took care of what little debris he had. "Shall we?"

Sigyn rolls her eyes and chuckles at his whine, adjusting the collar of her cloak before sliding her boots back on. Once he’s done picking the debris out of her hair she quickly tames into a simple braid so she looks as presentable as possible.

“Yes, my love,” she walks over to him, interlocking their fingers and rising on her tip toes to kiss his cheek. “Let’s head back home.”

The prince bent to allow her the kiss, smiling as he did so. They walked back toward the palace. As they approached, Loki adjusted their hands' grip to be more formal. Hers resting gently atop his. His thumb resting atop her knuckles.

Loki was still a stranger in these lands. Every public moment, he attempted to portray the perfect princess and princess. It was bad enough he tsttered jee reputation to ensure their marriage, something he still considered worth it but definitely a high price to pay.

Things were quite as they arrived back to the palace grounds. Well, at least until Sigyn's youngest sister approached them with a giddy smile on her face.

"Loki, Gyn-- You guys, have to see this," the young girl exclaimed, grabbing her sister's free hand and dragging them towards the equine stables. "Nimona finally had her foal!! He's beautiful!"

"Okay, okay-- Slow down Syn, we're coming," Sigyn says with a playful laugh as she looked back at her husband and rolled her eyes with a wide smile. Syn really was their biggest fan.

Loki rolled his eyes back at her, a giddy smile teasing the corners of his lips. He chased after the two sisters toward the stables. A tall palomino mare peaked her head over the stable door and ate oats from a silver bucket. Behind her was a growing commotion of pattering feet and varying noises. Loki pet the forehead of the mare as he looked over the stall door. In the stall was a fiery blood bay foal, kicking and nickering about the stall.

"Isn't he amazing?" Syn asked, standing up on the stall door to peer at the foal. "He is," Sigyn said, gently patting the mare on the neck before pressing her forehead to her. "You did so well, Nimona," She whispered, "Do you need anything?" Sigyn was obviously using her animal speech to communicate with the horse, who nickered and chuffed before nodding her head at the Druid. "Oh? Two? Syn watch out..." Sigyn opened the gate to enter the stable with the horse feeling on her belly. "Ah, I see-- Loki, Syn, I need you both to do me a few favors. Our girl here was meant to have two, but it seems the other may be stuck."

Loki watched the foal move around the stall. "So much rage for one so young.." he said quietly to himself. The baby kicked and made varying noises.

Loki plucked Syn off the gate as his wife swung the door open. He set her down in the open doorway. "Sig..." Loki started eith a cautious tone. This wasn't going to be good if there were truly two foals.

#v; i will rule #kingofdarkness #this is where Sigyn’s healing abilities get to show offff it’s for the plottttt #plus… ✨magic✨

Sigyn simply gave Loki a look that said, “I know,”as she nodded her head towards Syn and then towards the exit of the stables. It was going to take every bit of magic she had to save both foal and mother, if at all possible. Her sister didn’t need to see this.

“I need you two to go gather as many apples as you can. Nimona and her babies deserve a special treat after all of this, don’t you think,” she said, feigning a smile, one she knew her sister wouldn’t see through but Loki would.

“Hurry now.”

The horse whinnied and chuffed again, trying not to be distraught in front of the small girl.

“What are you going to do if I don’t make it, my queen? Little Syn is going to be devastated, and my foals?” Nimona spoke to her goddess.

“You don’t worry about that Nim, just try to relax as much as possible.”

Her husband nodded and followed her to the bathroom. While she brushed her teeth Loki started the bath. Once the lukewarm water filled the tub he helped her undress and climb into the water. He lingered a moment before stepping out to fetch a tray of food.

Loki walked toward the dining hall. An uproar occurred as he walked in. Friends and family that had no idea he was awake after nearly three months. The hugs and mindless chatter of the goings-on were overstimulating. He pushed through the crowd, not saying anything, gathered some food, and walked out. He could hear the hall quiet for a moment as he left.

Loki kissed her head. A dainty trail kissed her down to her cheek. "Believe in me for our future. Trust my love and my rage."

He thought for a moment. His cheek was pressed to her temple. "I cannot hold you properly from here. Either you come out or I come in."

The faintest of smiles pulled at the corner of her lips, quickly fading as she shifted in the tub, allowing enough room for him to settle in behind her.

"You've been asleep for months. Get in here."

A soft smile formed as she shifted. Loki didn't bither undressing before slipping into the bath behind her. Arms cradled her just under her breast, holding her against his chest. His legs stretched onto either side of her. His cheek rested atop her head once settled in. "I didn't know it was coming until I couldn't move."

Sigyn's mouth opens and closes as he gets in the tub fully clothed, as if she were going to say something but decided against it. Instead, she simply clicks her tongue, sighs, and shakes her head before leaning into him.

"Your mother said that was likely the case. . . we just hadn't expected it to take so long for you to wake up."

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Despite being centuries old, the last few years up until now had been one of the greatest challenges that Sigyn had ever faced. In her first encounter with the Mad Titan, Sigyn had lost her husband, most of her people, and worried that she might even lose her sons. Luckily, the latter had not come to fruition. However, the next five years were not easy. In a few days, she had become a single mother who also had to take care of her brother-in-law and herself, all while fighting off the ever-lurking depression of her own after losing who had once been the love of her life. That and helping out where she could in figuring out how to come back from the phenomenon now known as 'the blip."

After the second battle with Thanos, Sigyn was lost, without a purpose. That's when she met Stephen Strange. They had worked together on healing the wounded after the final fight and hadn't actually talked much then. However, once he'd decided to journey with the Guardians, Thor wanted to ensure Sigyn had someone looking out for her and the twins, who were just now starting to discover their own magic. So, he'd formally introduced Sigyn to the Doctor.

It happened to be the luck of the draw that the Sanctum Sanctorum was still looking for a weapons master and combat instructor to replace the one before her. Sigyn had no other choice but to accept, as it was the perfect opportunity for both her and her sons. Today was their first official day after moving into the sanctum, and it would be evident to anyone who laid eyes on her that the goddess was nervous as she watched her sons move about excitedly as she moved to stand beside the Doctor on the far corner of the room.

"I want to apologize for them again, they are... excited. I hope they don't give you too much trouble," She says lightly, a nervous smile on her face as she folds her hands in front of her.

tangleweave

Stephen can still recall with some dry amusement his introduction to Sigyn and her children by the thunder god. Thor had not been garbed at all as fit to be a king, and he'd made it clear that he wished to abdicate the position to which his lineage would have entitled him... in ostensible favor of thrill-seeking. The notion had certainly come off as irresponsible, although as the survivors of the Blip were telling it, a lot of the last five years had seen Thor behaving far more like an unleashed college student than a world leader. If he refused to take the throne, perhaps it was for the best that Brunnhilde sat in it instead.

But that, in itself, did seem a confusing aspect of the hierarchy. Were there no other heirs to the throne within the house of Odin?

And it was as Stephen had been pondering this question that Thor had beckoned the doctor across the throne room, to stand opposite a woman with platinum blonde hair and an ethereal aura about her. Even in the court of her own people, she had seemed a touch uncertain, not quite out of place but not at ease either. Stephen had taken note of her on that final battlefield outside the grounds of Avengers Mansion, tending to the wounded and the dying among her people. The touch she'd had in those moments reminded him of his own at his peak: confident, determined, perhaps even arrogant but entirely justified. He prefers to believe he still has an eye for the kind of talent, discipline, and compassion it takes to be a good doctor -- and it had not seemed at all out of line then to think that she might have been one, or at the very least, well trained in whatever the equivalent of field medicine was for Asgardians.

It had been that look on her face which Stephen had felt an odd kinship with... a sense of unbelonging in a place that was supposed to be home. When Thor had introduced her as the Lady Sigyn, his sister-in-law, it had given Stephen a long moment's pause to consider the ramifications of that familial title. Wed to Loki, then, and the mother of his children. What must that be like? At the very least, she must know a thing or two about subterfuge. And having been a survivor of the Battle of Earth, it was fairly obvious she had to know her weapons and fighting techniques.

He hadn't taken her on as merely a lark, of course. There had been conversations. Demonstrations. Sparring on various fronts, both with weaponry and with magic. It couldn't simply be because Sigyn needed a change of venue for herself -- that could have been obtained pretty much anywhere she pleased. But he had seen a particular delight sparked in her from being able to show off what she knew and what she could do... as though she hadn't often been afforded the opportunity. And it wasn't difficult for Stephen to imagine that being precisely the case.

Job interviews weren't just about finding the candidate who fit best -- but also what would best fit the candidate.

She'd said yes, of course. But she'd also drawn the line at making sure her children stayed with her. The Sanctum isn't forbidden to children, and Stephen would have only his own status to stand on should he decide they aren't welcome here, but obviously it would mean their mother wouldn't be, either... and if there's anyone in the universe who knows what it means to roll the dice on a hope and a prayer, it's Stephen Strange.

He's confident enough in the spellwork surrounding the display cases in the armory that he's not particularly concerned about magical mishaps leading to doors that shouldn't be opened. Not every weapon of the Sanctum is kept in this room; the conventional wisdom of not keeping all one's eggs in the same basket is not at all new. Still, he keeps his eyes on Vali and Narvi as they scamper about the room, noses pressed against the glass, staring at the variety of tools and trinkets populating it.

"I expect kids to give adults trouble. It's a primary function of being a kid," he replies, not unkindly. "But I'll do my best to not hold it against them. You're their mother, I'll defer to you on matters involving teaching and discipline, but I'm sure you'll understand that some boundaries around here really don't care to be violated, even accidentally. I'm happy to sit with you and the boys and discuss them."

#v; after the war #tangleweave

From this distance, the boys were just muted echoes of laughter and hushed awe, their silhouettes flitting from case to case beneath the Sanctum’s golden lamplight. Sigyn's eyes followed them for a moment longer before she turned her gaze toward Strange.

"That’s... kind of you to say," she replied, her voice even and courteous, as though still speaking in the careful cadence of diplomacy. "I’ve no illusions about how easily the presence of children can upset the balance of a place like this."

Her posture was perfect, still, but something in the way she held herself—too light, too carefully arranged—betrayed the exhaustion beneath.

"I will make sure they understand the lines that are not to be crossed. I only ask for patience in the meantime. We’ve been... between places for a long while now. Rest has been a luxury." Her mouth twitched, not quite a smile. "And rest does not always mean peace."

She hesitated, then added more quietly, as if the words had to pass through something raw just behind her ribs, "They lost their father. I lost… more than I had words for. But they need normalcy. Some kind of structure. If this Sanctum can offer that, then I’ll see to it they rise to meet the standard."

She exhaled through her nose, steadying, eyes now forward rather than on him.

"I appreciate your willingness to accommodate us, Doctor. I know it’s not a small thing, inviting grief and chaos to share your walls."

After a pause—long enough for it to feel like maybe that was all she’d say—she added, just a touch lighter, a whisper of wryness beneath the practiced poise:

"And for what it’s worth, you’ve already impressed them. I caught Vali trying to mimic one of your spell gestures with a spoon earlier.

Across the room, Narvi pressed his face to the glass around a dark, forked glaive—its twin blades shimmered with faint gold veins, pulsing like breath.

“Mom!” he shouted. “Did you see this one? The spooky one with the glowing cracks? I think it’s calling to me. Can I touch it? Just a finger?”

“Not today,” Sigyn replied evenly from across the room. “Or ever.”

Narvi huffed dramatically and turned to Vali. “Back me up.”

Vali didn’t speak. Instead, he watched the weapon for a moment longer, then quietly signed in their mother’s direction:

“It sings like something broken.”

He stepped back toward her and took the knife. "Look" he threw the knife off target and it stuck in the wall. "I can patch a wall. Just try. I've shown you how." Another blade was offered to her. "Throw the knife, and I'll answer one more question. Hit the target, and I'll talk about some of the scars. Hit the target twice and I'll show you all the scars."

Her fingers hovered just above the offered handle, hesitant—like the metal might bite, like it knew something she didn’t. Her breath came shallow, the echo of something ancient whispering in her chest like a wind rattling through a ruined temple. She could feel the pulse of something not hers curl behind her ribs.

“Is this what you do with all your students, Professor?” she asked, trying to lace her voice with sarcasm, but it came out quieter than she meant. Not afraid. Just… too careful. She looked from his face to the knife again. Her hand closed around the hilt.

The second she held it, something flickered behind her eyes. Not a memory, not really. More like a smell from childhood, or a song you haven’t heard in years but still remember every lyric to. The feel of a blade. The way it should spin in the air. “I don’t… I don’t know why this feels familiar,” she said, more to herself than him.

She stepped back, exhaled, and let her body remember what her mind didn’t. The knife flew. It sang through the air—not perfectly, not clean—but it hit the target with a solid, undeniable thunk.

She startled a little. Half proud. Half unnerved. She looked over at him sharply, an almost impish smile on her face.

“One question, huh?” she said, voice low now, steadier than before. She walked slowly back to him and took the second knife from his hand, fingers brushing his.

“I want to know,” she said, eyes locked on his, “what's the most reckless thing you've ever done for someone?"

Then she turned and threw the second knife.

"Just throw it," he teased and took a step back. Loki watched her curiously, his brows knit together. He was no longer watching Veronica but Sigyn as she gripped the knife. The throw was almost flawless, but Veronica took over halfway through the throw.

A small smile was growing on his face as he watched her. She was getting cocky. Her throw was off center, but she still his the target. "One question."

Loki smirked as she confidently took the knife from his hand. She was turning him on and he was sure she knew it. The smirk faded as she asked her question. Was this Veronica or Sigyn asking the questions. "That is a dangerous question..."

Veronica didn’t look away from him. Not even as the knife sank into the target after she threw it. Not even as his smirk faltered.

A dangerous question?

Maybe.

But the way he said it—low, rough, like it cost him something—made her pulse flicker.

Something about his eyes made her feel like she’d been here before. Like she’d stood across from him in a place that wasn’t this, wearing armor instead of denim, blood instead of nerves.

But she wasn’t that girl. Whoever she had been.

Veronica tipped her head just slightly, a half-smile tugging at her lips. “Then it’s a good thing I like dangerous books, dangerous poetry…” Her eyes dropped briefly to his mouth, then back up. “And apparently, dangerous men.”

She made a motion towards his arm with her finger.

“Your turn, and you still have to answer.”

The man watched her closely as she approached him. She was being a tease, and he loved it. He licked his lips as she looked him over.

Loki stood and towered over her. "You may not like me if I tell you." The knife was tossed without looking at the target. Dead center hit again. She was such a tease, and he wanted her desperately.

"I started a war." it sounded like a joke. Another blade flew to the center target. It was a serious answer, but it sounded like a joke. He smiled slightly as he tilted her chin up with the hilt of the next dagger. "Your turn."

Her breath caught, but she didn’t let it show. Not all the way.

The knife’s hilt under her chin was cold, but the heat in his gaze burned straight through her. She didn’t flinch—just held his eyes like she was daring him to look deeper. To see who she was. Or maybe… who she used to be.

“A war?” she echoed softly, lips parting into a small smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “That’s a hell of a first date confession.”

Her fingers brushed his as she took the dagger from him—slow, deliberate. Almost reverent.

“A war?” she echoed, eyes narrowing with a spark of amusement. “You’re going to have to be more specific. That’s a little vague, even for a melodramatic literature professor.”

She turned and let the blade fly—another clean hit, effortless—but her smirk didn’t fade this time.

“Was it a love war? An ego war? A world-ending sort of thing? Because if you’re trying to scare me off…” She stepped closer, head tilted. “You’re gonna have to try harder.”

"You were the one to ask a dangerous question." His eyes watched her fingers trace his to take the blade. His heart raced.

Loki smirked at her melodramatic comment. "A world ending war." He retorted. "One I am not likely to start again. But will if need be." His tone was lustful as they stared at each other. "If anything, the aim is to lure you in. Your questions don't help with that aim."

#v; the reincarnation #kingofdarkness

Her fingers brushed his again, feather-light, as she took the blade, her smile tipping toward a grin.

“Well, I do like dramatic men,” she teased, turning the knife in her hand. “But you might be overselling the ‘end of the world’ bit. Little intense for a first date, don’t you think?”

She stepped back with a casual sway, eyes still locked on his. “So you’re luring me in with ominous warnings and sharp objects? Bold strategy.”

A wink, quick and wicked. “Gotta say... It's kind of working.”

She threw the knife. Another solid hit. Then she turned back to him, smirking.

“Your move, villain.”

Her husband nodded and followed her to the bathroom. While she brushed her teeth Loki started the bath. Once the lukewarm water filled the tub he helped her undress and climb into the water. He lingered a moment before stepping out to fetch a tray of food.

Loki walked toward the dining hall. An uproar occurred as he walked in. Friends and family that had no idea he was awake after nearly three months. The hugs and mindless chatter of the goings-on were overstimulating. He pushed through the crowd, not saying anything, gathered some food, and walked out. He could hear the hall quiet for a moment as he left.

Loki kissed her head. A dainty trail kissed her down to her cheek. "Believe in me for our future. Trust my love and my rage."

He thought for a moment. His cheek was pressed to her temple. "I cannot hold you properly from here. Either you come out or I come in."

The faintest of smiles pulled at the corner of her lips, quickly fading as she shifted in the tub, allowing enough room for him to settle in behind her.

"You've been asleep for months. Get in here."

The man smiled slightly at the memory. Vali was a dirty thief as a toddler when it came to food and meal times were always a hassle. Loki often ate after the family because of it. Only half filling his plate, knowing his son would steal from him. Vali used to be his shadow, now barely acknowledged him.

Loki looked at his feet in shame at Sigyn's next comments. He chewed the inside of his cheek. Everything for his family fell apart and he blamed himself. "I never should have left..." His sorrowful green eyes looked up toward her hand. Loki didn't dare look her in the eyes. Her eyes reminded him of what he abandoned long ago and he was too ashamed to be reminded. Loki hardly looked anyone in the eye anymore.

As Loki looked at her hand, he noticed how she trembled. Reluctantly, he reached his hand toward hers. Another hesitation before linking his little finger with hers. The god could cry. How was linking pinkies so terrifying?

He stood a moment, still pinching his nose and calming the tears. Loki wiped his face. His throat cleared, then whistled a short tune. The twins looked up toward him and he nodded to leave.

Loki turned to leave, briefly making eye contact with Sigyn. "I can't do this..." he looked down again. A deep and heavy sigh before looking up again. "Not without you."

#v; after the war #kingofdarkness

Sigyn’s eyes met his, wide and shining with everything she was too afraid to name. His words knocked the breath out of her chest—Not without you. She should’ve been ready to hear that. But she wasn’t.

Her voice was barely more than a whisper. “Then don’t.”

She stepped forward—not enough to close the space completely, but enough that he’d know she wasn’t turning away. Not yet.

“I’m still here,” she said, throat tight. “Not whole. Not healed. But I’m here." Her gaze dropped to the space between them, then lifted, slow and steady.

“I’m here,” she whispered. “That’s all I know how to be right now.”

He sighed as her lips met his head and grabbed her hand. Loki's hand squeezed hers lightky before letting her go. The god hated discussing her council. There was no respect toward her. More specifically no respect toward him. Loki felt his wife was undermined for being a woman most of the time. He was brushed aside as being arrogant and mischievous. Arrogance came from pride, which Loki justly earned as a seasoned warrior. It was often forgotten that Loki was more than just a trickster and warlock. He had plenty of skill with a blade.

The god welcomed her to rest her head ok his chest. His arm wrapoed around her. One hand rested atop hers, the other stroked her hair. "We can tarry a while longer, darling." He kissed the top of her head.

“Mhm. Twenty more minutes… then we need to head out, before it gets dark,” She says, nuzzling her face into his still damp skin and letting out a content sigh. “As much as I wish we could stay like this, we have responsibilities we must attend to.”

"We are newly married. What real responsibilities do we have? Other than many many attempts at bearing children." He chuckled to himself and kissed the top if her head.

A heavy sigh escaped himnas he laid his head back and closed his eyes. Loki hadn't actually given children much thought since marrying Sigyn. He possibly had a child by now.

Tensions were high for Loki when he first came to Vanaheim to wed Sigyn. Tensions cause by more than just the ongoing wars. Angrboda, his other wife, was growing manipulative and controlling. Loki would never stand for someone trying to control him the way she was. Angi had grown angry and cruel, Loki spent very little time with her because of it. He only returned because he still loved her.

When he had seen Angrboda last, she informed him she was with child. Loki attempted to celebrate with her until he realized how upset she was. She was angry with him. She had threatened to keep him away, that he would never know his child, and she would turn it against him. That was if she let the child live past infancy.

Loki played with Sigyn's hair mindlessly while they snuggled. He nearly fell asleep as his mind wandered. Did he have a child? Was he ever going to be a father? How many children would him and Sigyn have?

Sigyn rolls her eyes and chuckles at him. She’d always wanted to be a real mother. She was already practically one to the younger half of her siblings, but she wanted children of her own. Preferably many of them. However, she wondered if she’d even be able to conceive given her old war injuries. She was told that she’d have difficulty when she was treated for the explosion, but not that it was impossible. At this point only time would tell.

She also wondered if Loki had children with his ex wife already. He hadn’t talked about her much, and she didn’t want to pry, but she was curious. She also wondered how often his ex wife would come into her life, if at all. She knew divorce was unheard of in their upbringing, but Sigyn wasn’t really too keen on sharing if she didn’t have to. Especially if she didn’t end up liking the other woman. Now, if she were likable… perhaps a different story.

However, her thoughts were shaken as she felt Loki relax underneath her, almost falling asleep.

“Okay, come on. Let’s head back before we fall asleep out here,” she says before sitting up, patting his arm to stir him before she rises to her feet and begins to get dressed.

Loki groaned as she shook him and stood. "No.." he whined. His eyes opened to see she was already half dressed. Loki clicked his tongue and reluctantly stood to dress.

Once clothed, Loki picked debris from his wife's tangled hair. She must look perfect for her court. He just needed to show up half the time looking decent. His fingers ran through his hair and took care of what little debris he had. "Shall we?"

Sigyn rolls her eyes and chuckles at his whine, adjusting the collar of her cloak before sliding her boots back on. Once he’s done picking the debris out of her hair she quickly tames into a simple braid so she looks as presentable as possible.

“Yes, my love,” she walks over to him, interlocking their fingers and rising on her tip toes to kiss his cheek. “Let’s head back home.”

The prince bent to allow her the kiss, smiling as he did so. They walked back toward the palace. As they approached, Loki adjusted their hands' grip to be more formal. Hers resting gently atop his. His thumb resting atop her knuckles.

Loki was still a stranger in these lands. Every public moment, he attempted to portray the perfect princess and princess. It was bad enough he tsttered jee reputation to ensure their marriage, something he still considered worth it but definitely a high price to pay.

Things were quite as they arrived back to the palace grounds. Well, at least until Sigyn's youngest sister approached them with a giddy smile on her face.

"Loki, Gyn-- You guys, have to see this," the young girl exclaimed, grabbing her sister's free hand and dragging them towards the equine stables. "Nimona finally had her foal!! He's beautiful!"

"Okay, okay-- Slow down Syn, we're coming," Sigyn says with a playful laugh as she looked back at her husband and rolled her eyes with a wide smile. Syn really was their biggest fan.

Loki rolled his eyes back at her, a giddy smile teasing the corners of his lips. He chased after the two sisters toward the stables. A tall palomino mare peaked her head over the stable door and ate oats from a silver bucket. Behind her was a growing commotion of pattering feet and varying noises. Loki pet the forehead of the mare as he looked over the stall door. In the stall was a fiery blood bay foal, kicking and nickering about the stall.