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Sigyn had locked the balcony door purely for the fact that she was in the process of changing out of her dress into her night dress and as night had fallen that meant Loki would be arriving soon. She currently sat on the edge of her bed, facing out towards the balcony as she removed her shoes and once they were off, she rose to her feet and unlaced her dress, allowing it to cascade to the floor.

Once free of her dress, she moved across the room, slowly releasing her hair from the bun it had been in and allowing it to fall down her back as she walked over to where her nightdress hung. Pulling it off the partition, she pulled it on and laced it up.

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She'd arrived at the same time she always did; late in the evening under the cover of darkness so that she could check on Loki's wound and ensure it was healing sufficiently. The rest of the palace was quiet, barely anyone stirring except for the occasional sound of patrolling guard's armour clanking as they walked passed. Apart from that, it was just Sigyn and Loki's voices as they conversed about anything and everything that came to mind.

She was in the process of changing his dressing and briefly, she rose to her feet in order to get the fresh bandages from the bag she had brought with her but as she rummaged, she felt him come stand directly behind her. A frown formed upon her face and she had been about to turn and scold him for getting out of bed when she had ordered him to stay on bedrest. Yet, before she could fully turn she felt the zipper of her dress slide down, the cold air of the room kissing her now exposed flesh.

Instinctively, her hands came up to clasp the front of her dress to her chest and prevent it from falling all the way to the floor. Her eyes widened with a mixture of shock and confusion and she turned her head to look over at him with the same experience upon her face.

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Sigyn had been sat quietly in the royal gardens of Asgard, a book perched upon her lap. She was quite captivated by the text and had drowned out the world around her, favouring the company of the written words opposed to a vocal conversation with anyone. She was a social butterfly, there was no denying that, but there were days she much preferred the company of a good book and today had been one of those days.

Ensnared by the novel, she was unaware of the sound of boots crunching against the loose stones on the path that ran behind her. In fact, it was not until she felt fingers comb into her hair and ruffle it that she was brought back to reality. She near enough jumped out of her skin due to the suddenness of the action that had disturbed her tranquil state of being. Without hesitation, she slammed her book shut and rose to her feet, spinning on the spot as she did so in order to see who had crept up on her.

"Was that really necessary?" She asked when her eyes fell upon Loki, a hand coming up to smooth her now disturbed golden hair while a frown formed upon her previously peaceful face.

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The sound of the door opening took Sigyn by surprise. At the time, she had been upstairs, sitting in her room, stitching up a tear in her favourite dress. Living alone felt odd; the only company she had was a little wisp in a vial around her neck and she wasn't entirely sure how she had come by it. As far as she could recollect, she had always had it. That and the woodland creatures that tottered around her. Per usual, her favourite squirrel was resting upon her shoulder with its tail hooked around her neck.

She had peered at her furry friend when she had heard the front door open. The squirrel appeared to shrug and slowly, she put down her needle and thread, readying Isa in her hand as she descended down the stairs as quietly as she could. She froze at the bottom of the stairs when her eyes fell upon a red haired man with green-fire eyes. In her panic, she launched her prepared rune at him, feeling Eh tingle above her brow, as if it were reacting to the stranger that stood in her kitchen. She never truly understood why she had the wedlock rune considering she was not married and never had been...

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She had been walking around Asgard for hours, trying to find Loki in hopes to ask for his aid fixing a table in her home that had given way. She could have easily done it herself but truth be told, she wanted an excuse for her husband to come home and spend a little time with her. However, he seemed to have the ability to avoid her like she was a horrible plague that he had to outrun - something that frequently upset her but she tried not to show.

When she found him, she found him with Thor; begging the hammer wielder to hide him and reeling off how she was annoying, how he wished she would leave him be. There was a string of negative traits said about her before Thor told Loki to silence himself and looked over Loki's shoulder in a poignant manner caused the Trickster to cease up on the spot and slowly turn around.

He was greeted to the sight of his wife, tears welling in her eyes. Usually, all of the insults would have bounced off her and she would not have cared - or rather, would not have shown it. Yet, to hear them first hand opposed to one of the Gods informing her of them made her heart ache. As her tears began to fall down her cheeks, she turned and rushed home; able to hear Loki pursuing her and calling her name out.

It wasn't until they reached their home that he caught up with her and he began to stutter as he begged for her to give him a chance to explain himself. He may have insulted her continually, strayed and found her unbearable but it had never been his intention to bring her to tears.

She hurled one of her cooking bowls at him, bellowing for him to get out. She continued to hurl object after object at him before she finally sank to the floor, hands clutching her chest as if it would ease the ache within it.

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They were lying in bed sans their clothes, bodies laced with thin layers of sweat with tangled limbs. Her breath was heavy as she lay beneath her husband, looking up at him with adoration in her eyes; the same way she always looked upon him. She could not remember the last time she had felt so contented - both physically and emotionally. To have her Wildfire in her arms once more was satisfying, soothing her heart that usually ached in his absence.

His hands sliding up her sides made a purr rumble from her throat but the sound was cut short as his finger followed the horizontal scar across her neck. She shuddered, not because the action hurt but because it was a painful reminder of the fate that had been chosen for her just prior to Ragnarok. It was the mark Gullveig-Heid had left when she had slaughtered the blue-eyed goddess in order to make sure she did not run off and tell that Loki had been released from her bonds.

Sigyn’s eyes closed, the smile that had been on her lips fading as flashbacks filled her mind. Two of Gullveig-Heid’s minions had grabbed her arms, dragging her out of the cave. She had gone kicking and screaming, bellowing Loki’s name in hopes he would wake from the slumber he had fallen into, in hopes that he would come to her aid because despite the fact he may not have always been present during the hardships of their marriage; she had always firmly believed that he would be there when she truly needed him.

big spoon/little spoon: Loki is usually the big spoon. Their usual position is Sigyn with her back to Loki's chest and Loki curled around her in a protective manner.

favorite non-sexual activity: Reading together, whether that is separate books, sharing a book or one reading to the other.

who uses all the hot water: Sigyn does but mainly because most of it goes on house chores opposed to personal use.

most trivial thing they fight over: How frequent Loki's away from home.

who does most of the cleaning: Sigyn.

what has a season pass on their dvr/who controls the netflix queue: Loki would as Sigyn doesn't really give herself time for netflix.

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: Sigyn tells Loki to get up and fix it.

who steals the blankets: Sigyn.

who leaves their stuff around: Loki.

who remembers to buy the milk: Sigyn.

who remembers anniversaries: Surprisingly, both. Loki has always had the tendency to lavish Sigyn with gifts and he uses anniversaries as an excuse to do so more than he already does.

who cooks normally?: Sigyn.

how often do they fight?: I'd bet there's at least one fight a day.

what do they do when they’re away from each other?: Sigyn does all the housework, possibly visits her sisters if she has time. Loki goes and parties with Fandral.

nicknames for each other?: 'Little Mouse' for Sigyn. Sigyn doesn't really have a nickname for Loki, she usually just refers to him by his name, 'my husband' or 'my love'.

who is more likely to pay for dinner?: Loki.

who steals the covers at night?: Sigyn.

what would they get each other for gifts?: Loki will get Sigyn jewellery or dresses. Sigyn will get Loki books or stones that he can carve runes into.

who kissed who first?: Loki kissed Sigyn first.

who made the first move?: Loki.

who remembers things?: Both have a very good memory.

who started the relationship?: Loki.

who cusses more?: Loki.