Her hands clutched to Loki’s clothing as panic filled her eyes. The wheezes that had been emitting from her lips began to fade as less and less air filled her lungs. She began to feel drowsy and light headed, her eyelids beginning to droop as she struggled to inhale. She didn’t even have the breath to gasp when he suddenly laid her down upon the floor, more the strength to voice her shock when their lips met and he began to breathe air into her.
Even as air rushed back into her with the removal of the offending garment and the method Loki had used, she still felt drowsy and it showed in the way she slumped in his hold. She took shallow breaths as she began breathing on her own accord once more, though it still felt slightly uncomfortable to do so.
It felt relieving to have the corset off but at the same time, she felt awfully exposed considering a crowd had now gathered around the room to see what all the fuss was about, so she was thankful when she was moved to an adjacent room and people were barred from seeing her unless Loki allowed the entrance.
The physician gave her the all clear, asides from telling her to just rest and to avoid wearing tight clothing from now on, as if she had had a say in what she had been wearing when she lost the ability to breath.
As Loki’s hand ran over her hair, she let out a content sigh. She had always enjoyed the feeling of someone playing with her hair but it was a luxury she rarely received. For a brief moment, her eyes closed and she focused on the sensation of his gentle touch. That was until his brother came into the room with his booming laughter and his jest.
The jest caused her grimace slightly since she knew the entire situation would be taken out of context and there would be whispers throughout the entire court. Somehow, that made Sigyn believe that this had been her Mother’s plan all along but despite all the strife her Mother put her through, Sigyn did not wish to see the woman in pain.
“Go easy on her,” Sigyn murmured in response, her head tilting into Loki’s touch “she is still my Mother regardless of how infuriating she is.” When his lips met hers again, her breath caught in her throat and her lips gently pursed to return the chaste kiss.
After that, she watched him leave before sinking down into the bed with a shy smile upon her lips, eyes scooping out the room she now lay in. There was nothing that she would change, everything was perfect.