New headcanon: Sigyn and Loki used to go to the courtyard in Episode 4 to make out sometimes while they were courting. Loki used to transfigure the hideous flower arrangement on the table into amusing shapes to make Sigyn laugh.
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New headcanon: Sigyn and Loki used to go to the courtyard in Episode 4 to make out sometimes while they were courting. Loki used to transfigure the hideous flower arrangement on the table into amusing shapes to make Sigyn laugh.
@icyxmischief
Þvörusleikir
Send a number to catch my muse in one of these situations, or send [YULE LAD] and I’ll generate a number for my muse to react to yours doing one of the following
(Þvörusleikir) Catch my muse licking a wooden spoon
Loki’s curled up in the modest kitchens of New Asgard’s wood-thatched royal dwelling, clad in his casual palace attire--that which lacks the vast network of gold-plated metal armor. Curled up, a contented feline, on a rickety stool, dipping a serving spoon into the bubbling vat of dopp i gryta, then lapping up the dill-roasted gravy. His tongue’s doing impressive acrobatics with the head of the spoon and he’s humming in quiet delight, when his eyes wander to his wife.
He yelps and drops the spoon.
“Ah, eheh, blast.”
“Twas only a little, my love,” he hastens to reassure her; since this colony was forged, social hierarchy has become fuzzy and decentralized, such that a highborn lady such as Sigyn Iwaldidottir might find herself preparing the gravy for the Yule roast. “And a triumph, I might add,” he butters her up. “ . . . shall I let you try one of my spiced crab apples?”
a scene from norse mythology that totes happened
*Loki runs by up to some new mischief*
Thor: Sigyn, what is Loki doing now?
Sigyn: *without even looking up* His best.
//Sigyn takes Loki by the hand, leading him to the dinner table. Around it, all of his children are gathered, prepared to feast in his honor. "Happy birthday, my dearest," Sigyn says, kissing him on the cheek.<333333333333 (sigyns-haven)
“It would seem,” Mischief, clad in green and black trimmed in gold, and a gray wolf pelt for his collar, purrs, as he draws his wife in for a kiss, and then descends into his seat, “that among my beloved I am after all a king.”
He raises his wine glass toward each child in turn.
“Hela, Jory, Fen . . . . Narvi, Vali. Please do not take it as the typical silvertongued performance when I tell you all that you are my gift, beyond any feast . . . though I must say, my mouth does water at this magnificent spread.”
@sigyns-haven continued from X
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Loki delights in the ability to make the ones he cherishes laugh; it is his own love language, his own way of proffering a scarred and quirkily-grown soul to them, the resilient green that grows beneath the twisted bark. It’s his way of continuing to live for their sake: humor.
So when his wife makes such merry noise, the Trickster must grin down at her, tongue peeking between sharp white teeth.
“I suspected that that would please you, my queen.”
//Narvi, watching as his uncle attempts to aim his newly-gained, Mjolnir-free lightning powers and....misses. He groans out loud, and looks up at his father. "Uncle Thor's aim sucks!" (this one's just for lulz)
“We mustn’t let him know,” Loki murmurs out of the corner of his mouth, patting his moments-older twin on the head, “or he will sulk and it will be twice as unbearable as his clumsiness.”
He winks.
//"Papa, look! Elsa has ice powers, just like us! Do think she might be Jotun, too?" Vali asks, looking up from the mortal iPad device on which he and his brother have been watching 'Frozen'--the first mortal film they've seen since landing on Midgard, that their uncle had picked specially for them. (sigyns-haven)
Loki has heard of the hyperfocused hysteria this series about doll-like princesses from a fictional Norse kingdom have inspired. Especially a singing snowman more annoying than Thor on his tenth pint of mead.
“I . . . . I certainly hope not,” he murmurs toward his son, with a clammy, twitchy smile.
Random Logyn headcanon:
When Loki is away, Sigyn’s study will randomly fill with flowers, all of her favorites. It’s his way of showing her he’s thinking of her. <3333