Ideas
victorious-sigynâ:
She chuckled softly and nuzzled him to quiet his questions.Â
âIt is not a choice,â she began to explain, her eyes closed as she leaned her cheek against his. âIt just happens. It is always right and it is very rare. Vanir can love someone and never glow.âÂ
She drew back so she could look at him for a long moment, the back of her hand brushing along his face. âIt is rarer still to glow for two different mates in a lifetime. And yet⊠here we are. Sometimes it happens the moment they meet, as was the case with Loki and myself. He took my hand to dance and I turned a deep violet shade. But you are different.âÂ
She held up her hand holding his so he could observe the soft blue color she was when they touched. âPurple is just the color my magic manifests,â she went on. âQuick answers: No, it is not concious. I cannot turn it off and I cannot hide it. In the instant you put yourself between me and the box as it opened, the color changed from a confused lavender to this shade that is only yours.â She brought his hand to her lips, kissing the back of it. âSoul mates in Vanir culture are very real. And you are mine. It explains so much.âÂ
Who would have thought that getting something he wanted, something that had seemed so out of reach he never even dared hope for it, would be so terrifying? It was a strange feeling, a thread of doubt that coiled around their quiet contentment like a snake. He couldnât quite touch it, but he could tell it was there. Of course, heâd never doubt Sigyn. But doubting himself was second nature. Would he really be...enough, for her? He still couldnât help thinking that she deserved better...more. More than a perpetually lost man who had been broken a few too many times in a life that would be so much shorter than hers.
He wanted to ask her to tell him again how the magic was always right, how it couldnât fail. He wanted to ask her a hundred times over. But that wouldnât help. That wasnât the answer.
âSigyn, IâŠâ he looked into her eyes as she held his hand. âThis is...this is wonderful, and confusing, and...itâs a lot to take in, andâŠâ he didnât often struggle for words, but he didnât want her to feel rejected in any way. âI think Iâm going to need some time. No much, a day or two before the duel. Time to, well, center myself I guess. Get everything organized in my head.â He knew it was what he needed, but he still regretted it after heâd said it. He switched the grip of their hands so that he was holding hers, and brought it to his face. Instead of kissing her hand, he rested his cheek gently against it.
âNot tonight, though. Tomorrow. Iâll take tomorrow, but weâll have tonight.â












