Victory Woman

“You know, you aren’t half bad – so no, I don’t actually think that sounds so pathetic.”

“Half bad? Well I suppose the same could be said about you, Warrior. You are not bad, yourself.”

His smile was a tender ray of sunshine, a breakable, unsteady thread of light. Loki was sure of a great many things; the steps in all Asgardian dances, the first sentences in his favorite book, that the birds fly and the fish swim, how a well balanced blade feels like, that the sun sets each night and that one day will be his last. What he was never truly sure of was how convincing he was and how he really made people feel. He could tell happiness from grief, fear from confidence, but he could sometimes not tell love and fondness apart from pain and acceptance. All the nuances of emotions were a maze for him and sometimes not even words could reassure him that he saw what was being felt. Receiving a smile did not mean you were forgiven.

When Sigyn spoke his heart fluttered and seemed to stop for a split second. The dance went on, but Loki gave his full attention to his wife, hoping that the dancers around them were present enough to move aside if necessary. Not a word, not a syllable, would pass unheard by him in his quest to grasp the emotions of the one person in his world. There was truth in her voice, he could tell, and he allowed himself to believe every word she said. Not only because he trusted Sigyn’s honesty, but because if those words were lies they would poison him with their black, twisted thorns, his heart would crumble and break, creating a void in his body, in his soul. The truth in those words was the sole purpose of his existence, and if they were lies he would have no reason not to walk out of the hall and throw himself down from the walls of Valhalla.

Leaning into her touch he heard the song run to its end. He closed his eyes, keeping the image of what he had seen inside his mind, storing it away for eternity. The final notes left the harp and the dancers stopped. Loki opened his eyes and smiled at his lady. “I will give you no reason to take that promise back, my lady,” he said, and stepped back, still holding her hand and bowing his head. From the corner of his eye he noticed his father looking at them, or, more precisely, at Sigyn. “He admires you, the Allfather,” he commented, turning to look at the king. Their eyes met and he saw pride in Odin’s one eye, but it was so quickly gone that he knew it had never been intended for him. A chill went through his bones and he felt himself sink down, grasping for straws of thin grass to hold on to. Tearing his gaze back to Sigyn he proposed light-heartedly, “Come, love, let us have some wine before Thor has made it through the last barrel.”

If there was one thing she respected about Loki, it was that he kept his promises. There had only been a few exchanged between them so far in their marriage, but he had given her no indication to worry over them. He could lie and deceive, but it seemed he valued promises. “Thank you, my love.” She murmured, offering him a curtsey of her own as he bowed before her. 

At the mention of the Allfather, Sigyn felt her gaze flicker up and skitter towards him, watching him blink and turn away from them both. She had no idea what Loki saw, but she felt as if she missed something important. The feeling was only confirmed when Loki shifted and seemed to lose some emotion. Sigyn wasn’t able to place her finger on what had changed, all she knew was that he was different from before. 

What position does your character sleep in? ( i.e; stomach, side, back, etc. ) Describe why they do this – optional.

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“Well, now, that just makes me sound slightly pathetic, doesn’t it?” 

“I'm still in love with the man who crushed my heart and lied to me on numerous occasions. . . does that sound anymore pathetic?”

Eros was ecstatic to find someone in the middle of this gloomy city among all its problems as Sigyn. He had assumed his passive field of ‘Good Vibes’ had something to do with it, but so what if it did? A good time is a good time after all!

Noticing the wink he placed a his right hand over his heart “Oh you flatter me sweet heart.” He said with a bit of a laugh showing off a toothy pearly white smile. Dancing sounded like a fair enough way to begin the night. “Dancing should give us a bit of a boost in our excitement, brilliant idea you have there!” 

Having a lovely woman such as Sigyn on his arm was quite the familiar feel, although he couldn’t help but smirk about it. He was very comfortable about his arms and despite the fact he so rarely worked out they always seemed to be firmed and toned, it was great being him. He looked around noticing the crowds of people surrounding them “Out of all the cities in all the worlds this has to be the most crowded I’ve seen. Care to fly instead?” He said with a bit of a laugh all though completely serious.

When was the last time she had been complimented with such gusto? So what if the man seemed to have rehearsed the line a thousand times and used it on hundreds of women? What did it matter that she so strongly disliked to be called Sweet Heart? This man cared about her-if only for tonight- and that was a change of pace. 

“I’m glad we agree on one thing!” She didn’t explain which part it was she agreed with, but she doubted the topic would last longer than what had already been said. It didn’t matter anyways, she wasn’t sure whether she agreed with his assessment of her intelligence or the idea of dancing.