Goddess of Fidelity

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.

New logyn piece 🥰

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

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.

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.

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“

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.

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.

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.

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.

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."

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.