Goddess of Fidelity

Indie-RP Plog for Sigyn, Wife of Loki from the Marvel Universe. I think too much and I feel too deeply. What a dangerous combination. //I also have a myth version, let me know if you want with myth!sigyn

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Attention! This blog will be shut down!

I loved the time I spent here writing but since all my partners left me and I can’t find anyone who is still interested, I will be closing this blog.

I will be staying on tumblr to share my art, you can give me a follow on @maryintothewoods

Thanks for everyone who followed me on my journey here, but every journey has to end.

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Crazy rp idea: Loki got punished by Odin to marry the next being which walks through the gates of Asgard and its.. a fox.

Loki feels ashamed but takes good care after the fox, somehow gets attached to it… at least someone likes him for being himself. But at the wedding…

It’s Sigyn, a cursed princess which only transforms back when a prince marrys her.

Anyone’s interested?

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Still up for it, not sure if there are any active Loki rps because no ones replying to my plays anymore 🤔

So yeah if there is someone who wants to play with a Sigyn here I am ❤️

[sigynoffidelity]

Crazy rp idea: Loki got punished by Odin to marry the next being which walks through the gates of Asgard and its.. a fox.

Loki feels ashamed but takes good care after the fox, somehow gets attached to it… at least someone likes him for being himself. But at the wedding…

It’s Sigyn, a cursed princess which only transforms back when a prince marrys her.

Anyone’s interested?

[maryintothewoodsold]

New logyn piece 🥰

@ash-muses inspired by your Loki

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New piece of mine 🥰

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Timebomb fanart by me. Yes jinx is slytherin and Ekko is ravenclaw, fight me.

They have been friends since childhood and maybe they are too used to holding hands, cuddling and doing projects together, that Ekko thinks they’re together and jinx thinks they’re just best friends and is delulu about her feelings.

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So I finally an art account here, so from now on I will post the stuff here to not get messed up with my feed anymore

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Thinking about making an tumblr only for my art, the Timebomb art literally exploded on my page, instagram doesn’t work at all for me, so maybe I make a new side here?

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Timebomb got me atm in its chokehold, maybe tumblr is interested in my newest art as Well?

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Logyn p01

Next>>

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Two new logyn Art pieces made by me :) Hope youll enjoy both inspired by @ash-muses ❤️

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Did he seem embarrassed to be called childish? Slightly she wanted to see if it would hurt his ego. His father and Thor seemed like that. Big childish boys who likes to play with big weapons. They did leave the impression of being dumb. She could feel that Loki could do better, he was just surrounded by bad rolemodels and maybe that’s why she was challenging him, to see if he could if someone gave him a chance. „I’m quite sure you have the potential to something more impressing“ she answered in a neutral tone to his words. The question was if he wanted to.

But why should he try to impress her? His ego seemed to be hurt, maybe just a little bit. She would lie if she wouldn’t say she enjoyed him feeling offended. A crack in his arrogant mischievous mask he was wearing.

There seemed a deeper crack, as she turned her way, hearing his soft tone. His ask almost seemed like a plead. Feeling his grab for her hand, she turned around with a irritated expression.

For a second it didn’t feel like a plan, a mischievous thought of him, a glimpse of true emotion on his face, his expressions touched her heart. For a moment she held her breath, not sure what to think.

How could a face so sharp look so soft? It could almost melt her hesitation for his intentions. „You…“ her eyes wandering to his hand, holding hers. So he indeed learned to be a gentleman. Softly she led her hand slip out of his, reluctantly. But it wasn’t proper to hold hands while he wasn’t courting her. She folded both her hands infront of her waist to kept them busy. And trying to ignore the tingling sensation from the touch of his hand. „You may accompany, your highness. Thank you for you being concerned about my safety“ somehow she got a grip on her mind again, painting a soft smile on her lips before she turned to the doors. „To be true, I feel secure with your guidance, every hallway looks the same, even Sir Theoric got lost yesterday“ she choose for a small talk.

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The implication that he could be more, that he had the potential to be someone more impressive, hit a nerve he had long since buried beneath a pompous attitude and sovereignty. He had always lived in the shadows of Odin and Thor's greatness, chosen not even second but as the very last option. Yet, standing before him was a woman who unwittingly chipped away at his carefully constructed walls, at the facade he had been taught to maintain to keep control — control of himself, Asgard, and their political alliances — and, for the first time, made him question the purpose. Perhaps Frigga had been correct all along: one day, he would find someone who looked to what Loki himself might provide as a person, not simply a Prince.

However, the irritation etched upon her typically softened features made him hesitate. Had he overstepped? Had he blown the opportunity before he had a chance to learn about the Princess of Vanaheim? With bated breath, he subtly searched her countenance, trying to decipher what emotions lay beneath.

As she slipped her hand from his, he felt a pang of disappointment, though he hid it well; he knew it had been improper, yet he couldn't stop himself. The trickster thought he had sensed a hint of reluctance from her, a sliver of tentative curiosity in his viridian eyes, uncertain whether it was toward his offer or removing herself from his touch. His pulse was still a bit elevated as he waited for her response, and when she agreed to allow him to accompany her with a soft smile, Loki felt a warmth begin to stir in his chest. His lips curved into a slightly relieved smile in return and he gave a slight inclination of his head in response to her thanks.

Moving alongside her with an air of poise and subtle intrigue, he spoke lowly and steadily. "You needn't thank me," the God began, adding a gentle admission, "I find solace in your well-being and I'm honored that you find security with my guidance." As they slipped out into the corridors, Loki took a leisurely pace beside her, his gaze occasionally shifting to her as they conversed. "Do you find your stay in Asgard comfortable? If there might be anything I can arrange to suit your needs better, please, simply ask."

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He seemed to be pretty occupied of her mentioning that he could do better. Was he really Thinking about it? Maybe no one ever believed in him. But she could feel his magic, almost burning her fingertips from his touch. He was indeed made for great magic. But she also knew the aesir dislike of magic. Idiots, she thought to herself. Maybe he didn’t belonged here and maybe he knew it.

Was he growing on her? Maybe he wasn’t that bad.. he just needed a bit of training. Was his arrogant behavior just an act? He seemed different, seeing his soft side, him not wanting her to leave left a sympathic warmth for him. Most of the time no one noticed her leave, being sad about it even less.

He seemed even grateful, being allowed to accompany her to her room. It was almost like she washed his head, he was suddenly so gentle and well behaved. As they stepped out the hall, they steps echoing through the tall corridors, the music and the voices drift away, but she could hear theoric steps, following them in the distance to keep an eye on her.

She kept a composed smile and posture, while she walked- hopefully to her room. She tried to don’t give him all her attention, preferring to watch his reflection, whenever she could see it. He was extremely tall, and when he wasn’t an arrogant prince he could be attractive.

„Do you find Asgard comfortable, your highness?“ she answered with a question. „it doesn’t.. feel comfortable for me“

She made a stop at her door, giving it an extra look just to be sure that it was hers. „Maybe you have more experience to make it at least a bit more homey, if you would like to give me a tip“ she said softly. „that’s my room, thank you for your company, I wish you a good rest your highness“

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Sigyn raised her brows as he told her that he only wanted to safe her from her boredom. He was for sure a mischiefmaker. „I see. How honorable of you… using magic tricks like a child to safe me“ at least he was not boring, that was true. But a gentleman? Probably at the standard of the Aesir.

It wasn’t a torture if she danced with him for the length of one song instead of letting his prank causing any problems between their families.

Or maybe they wouldn’t care.. she wasn’t the favorite daughter, quite the opposite. Something they both shared. He was doing black sheep, the trickster god, yet his touch was almost soft, gentle. It seemed almost the opposite to his arrogance way he hold himself.

She would lie if she didn’t feel a rush of self satisfaction seeing his arrogance mask crack as her words hit his soft spot. Since she was the invisible sister, she loved to watch people. Learning how people act, especially at court. If someone handled himself with so much arrogance and self esteem, then probably to hide his fear. Her eyes locked at his, watching his face soften, a true piece of art to watch.

„So… the true rightful king of Asgard is afraid of heartbreak?“ she said in a soft tone with a hint of a smile at the corner of her lips. „I think you should know.. the price of winning a heart is… giving yours. Even if you take the risk of getting stabbed right into it… so the poets may say“ she answered. What he was talking about? Did he wanted to hint that he… liked her? No one ever wanted to court her, so Loki of all the man? She gave a questioning look around, before she gave him another look. „I guess I feel tired now, my Prince“ feeling it was better to go at this point, she slipped from his grip, heading to the door.

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Loki's expression faltered briefly at her remark about his magic tricks being childish, a hint of coloration to his cheeks. He had thought it harmless and playful, and while it was true that his pranks and shenanigans could be considered childish at times, he could also be quite dangerous when provoked. Still, he had opted for something a bit ridiculous to lighten the mood between them and temporarily steal her away from Theoric. Clearing his throat a little, he composed himself before he spoke.

"Ah, yes, well - I wasn't trying to impress with that bit, admittedly," he began, guiding her confidently and mindfully around the dance floor. "Rest assured that not all of my magic pertains to such... childish means." The God had emphasized the word a sliver, subtly indicating his slight displeasure with the term being used.

Even so, the trickster was anything but annoyed or displeased. In fact, he was focused on her expression, the way her lips curved into a sliver of a smile and how heavenly her voice was. The princess' words resonated with him on a level he hadn't expected, his gaze flickering over her features as he pondered their meaning. When she broke away from him mere moments later, he felt a pang of something unfamiliar in his chest, his brows knitting together imperceptibly.

"Wait," Loki blurted softly, his hand finding hers before she had fully slipped away. When he realized too late that he had acted impulsively once more, his heart pounded in his ears, drowning out the lively party, merriment and music that surrounded them. However, he hadn't earned his title of Silvertongue without reason, and he added steadily, "Perhaps I can accompany you and see to it that you return safely to your quarters, if you'll allow me."

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Did he seem embarrassed to be called childish? Slightly she wanted to see if it would hurt his ego. His father and Thor seemed like that. Big childish boys who likes to play with big weapons. They did leave the impression of being dumb. She could feel that Loki could do better, he was just surrounded by bad rolemodels and maybe that’s why she was challenging him, to see if he could if someone gave him a chance. „I’m quite sure you have the potential to something more impressing“ she answered in a neutral tone to his words. The question was if he wanted to.

But why should he try to impress her? His ego seemed to be hurt, maybe just a little bit. She would lie if she wouldn’t say she enjoyed him feeling offended. A crack in his arrogant mischievous mask he was wearing.

There seemed a deeper crack, as she turned her way, hearing his soft tone. His ask almost seemed like a plead. Feeling his grab for her hand, she turned around with a irritated expression.

For a second it didn’t feel like a plan, a mischievous thought of him, a glimpse of true emotion on his face, his expressions touched her heart. For a moment she held her breath, not sure what to think.

How could a face so sharp look so soft? It could almost melt her hesitation for his intentions. „You…“ her eyes wandering to his hand, holding hers. So he indeed learned to be a gentleman. Softly she led her hand slip out of his, reluctantly. But it wasn’t proper to hold hands while he wasn’t courting her. She folded both her hands infront of her waist to kept them busy. And trying to ignore the tingling sensation from the touch of his hand. „You may accompany, your highness. Thank you for you being concerned about my safety“ somehow she got a grip on her mind again, painting a soft smile on her lips before she turned to the doors. „To be true, I feel secure with your guidance, every hallway looks the same, even Sir Theoric got lost yesterday“ she choose for a small talk.

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Greetings, my Lady.

@tricksster

„I wish you a good day your highness „

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She wondered, why aesir feasts where so boring. Or was it only her? She wasn't the center of attention, as always, all men flocked around her sister, the goddess of love and beauty, trying to get a glimpse from her. Her sister was decorated with flowers from her suitors, receiving gifts as the hours passed by, she watched her flirting with everyone. She rolled her eyes, the prince thor seemed just like the male version of her, going around and telling everyone about his heroic adventures. For half an hour she had to listen, faking a soft smile, to cover her thoughts of how dumb a being could be.

The brothers seemed both idiots. Just like their father, she thought with a silent giggle. Her personal guard safed her by asking her to dance. Her legs already felt sore from standing at the edge of the dance floor, so she luckily give in. Dancing helped her mind to get to rest and as she spun around, she thought her headache was gone, but as she faced her dance partner again, there it was again. "Prince.. Loki?" she whispered, almost to her self. She had sensed him. Hours ago she felt his eyes at the back of her head. His magic was something she never seen, and she could feel his magic, running in his venes. It was a talent, she never talked about. "Could you please not bother my friend?" she asked softly, using her magic, do undo his trick. Sir theoric gave her a wild stare, unsure what to do, but she gave him a wave of her hand to go.

Whatever he was up to, she decided to let it pass. It would be a big affront and.. It wasn't worth it. Not as if someone would care.

She moved in closer, proceeding the dance as she felt eyes on them. It wouldn't be Lokis first encounter if this style, she guessed. He was the trickster God after all. At least.. He wasn't boring like his brother. But an idiot for sure.

"Would you tell me why you're so afraid" she asked softly, offering him her hand to take it to proceed the dance. "Why not asking me properly? If you want to be a king you shouldn't be afraid of asking a princess to dance with you" she said. She wondered why her aunt hadn't educated her sons probably. The poor woman to marry one of odins sons.

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As he listened to her speak, the trickster noticed the ethereal and silvery qualities within her voice — something that spoke of her poise, yet held dignity and steadfastness. However, as her magic undid his trick, there was a certain warmth that gradually spread through his core. He held her gaze, subtly carrying himself a little more formally as his respect for her grew. "My sincerest apologies, Princess," came his typical silver-tongued nature, his devilishness lacing the edges of his words, "I only wished to relieve you of your... ennui."

Even so, the God didn't lose his arrogance entirely, only sparing a quick glimpse toward Theoric with a faint, mischievous smirk at the wild stare and uncertainty in the guard's expression. He knew that the gesture could have been disastrous, potentially seen as an offense against them or something that they took personally, and Norns help him if the Allfather or Thor had caught him. Yet he had acted on impulse, something rare for the God of Mischief, finding some way to garner her attention. A hint of triumph stirred in his chest when Sigyn had waved Theoric away, his focus returning to the princess before him with a flicker of puzzlement.

The gazes that fell upon them were not lost on him, acutely aware of the growing attention that was directed their way. It was an unusual sight, catching the youngest of the brothers with a partner that wasn't hanging off Thor like some sort of love-stricken tufthunter. Loki felt his pulse quicken ever so slightly as Sigyn moved in closer, proceeding with the dance; his hand found its way to her waist with a firm yet delicate touch, something almost protective. His other hand took hers as he began to lead them in the dance, moving with a sense of grace and elegance that betrayed his nobility.

Then, the princess' words parted through his thoughts like the sun through clouds, and for a moment, he was caught off guard. Was he truly afraid? He was a Prince of Asgard, a rightful King — what was there to fear? Except, perhaps he had more to lose than he realized...

The God's lips curled into a hint of a smile, his verdant gaze reflecting the warm torchlight as they moved in rhythm 'round other couples. "I would think you, of all others, would understand," he replied a bit more gently, keeping his volume low so that their conversation remained between them. His eyes flitted briefly toward Thor — and then her sister — before returning to her, a pause filling the air between them before he continued. "Being the one to seek a companion is not without its fair share of heartbreak... and within my hands... I fear that I hold the possibility of another."

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Sigyn raised her brows as he told her that he only wanted to safe her from her boredom. He was for sure a mischiefmaker. „I see. How honorable of you… using magic tricks like a child to safe me“ at least he was not boring, that was true. But a gentleman? Probably at the standard of the Aesir.

It wasn’t a torture if she danced with him for the length of one song instead of letting his prank causing any problems between their families.

Or maybe they wouldn’t care.. she wasn’t the favorite daughter, quite the opposite. Something they both shared. He was doing black sheep, the trickster god, yet his touch was almost soft, gentle. It seemed almost the opposite to his arrogance way he hold himself.

She would lie if she didn’t feel a rush of self satisfaction seeing his arrogance mask crack as her words hit his soft spot. Since she was the invisible sister, she loved to watch people. Learning how people act, especially at court. If someone handled himself with so much arrogance and self esteem, then probably to hide his fear. Her eyes locked at his, watching his face soften, a true piece of art to watch.

„So… the true rightful king of Asgard is afraid of heartbreak?“ she said in a soft tone with a hint of a smile at the corner of her lips. „I think you should know.. the price of winning a heart is… giving yours. Even if you take the risk of getting stabbed right into it… so the poets may say“ she answered. What he was talking about? Did he wanted to hint that he… liked her? No one ever wanted to court her, so Loki of all the man? She gave a questioning look around, before she gave him another look. „I guess I feel tired now, my Prince“ feeling it was better to go at this point, she slipped from his grip, heading to the door.

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Myth Loki and sigyn for @icancorruptyou birthday ❤️

Love these sweethearts

Art obvsly made from me

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Myth!sigyn and myth!loki art by me, inspired by the play with @icancorruptyou

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New additions on my Pinterest for myth! sigyn style of dresses

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