#conqueror sigyn

"I thought you were asleep," she said.

"Funny, I was going to say the same thing," he countered, as he pressed a long hard kiss to her neck. The intent was obvious, especially as his hands roamed up and down her body.

She closed her eyes, allowing herself a moment to feel. In these moments, it was easy to forget where she was. She could pretend she was home, safe, and in another's arms.

She could feel him smile against her skin as his lips lazily made their way up to her ear.

He began to hum something. She couldn’t name the tune, but she let it lead her anyway. Her hips swayed and soon she was in Asgard again. The golden pillars of the palace came into her visions. She could feel the heat of the torch light as she and her husband danced on the balcony under the stars. There were still worlds to see and conquer, but in that moment only the two of them existed.

“There we are. Not so bad to let another lead, is it my pet?”

Sigyn’s eyes snapped open, the vision shattering into pieces as she was once again thrust into the black and cold.

Why couldn’t he have the good common decency to keep his mouth shut?

“I’m not your pet,” she growled. She moved to push him away, but he only held her tighter.

She didn’t know when he had turned her around. All she knew was that she could see the full front of his infuriating face.

It was yet another reminder that he was not her Loki. He held all the same features, but the eyes were all wrong. Her husband looked at her as a mortal looks at a goddess, this Loki looked at her as a dog looks at a forgotten carcass.

“If not a pet, what else?” he mocked. “Lover? Mistress? Whore?”

“I’m not your anything,” she spat, her teeth bared. “And you are nothing to me, save a body. If your tongue weren’t useful in other ways, I’d have cut it out the moment I met you.”

Something flashed behind his eyes. If he were her Loki, she wouldn’t have called it hurt. It barely lasted a second. It seemed arrogance was the only thing allowed to take permanent residence with occasional visits from a dangerous smile.

“There are plenty here with the same body, and yet you choose mine,” he said. “Why is that? Why is it me you come to in the night? What is it about my cock that leaves you dripping for more?”

He spoke low, the words sliding hot and heavy into her ear.

He wasn’t her Loki. Her Loki whispered praise and worship, promising her the world and all that lay in it. All this Loki seemed capable of doing was talk about himself. And yet, that persistent ache between her legs grew harder and harder to ignore. It was pissing her off.

She didn’t think. She just focused on her hands, filling them with magic before blasting Loki away from her.

He landed hard on the floor, his eyes wide in surprise.

She didn’t give him time to do much else. With a flick of her hand, a muzzle wrapped around his mouth and chains formed around his wrists.

He moved to get up, but the chains were too heavy. His hands were left useless above his head leaving him pinned, gagged and helpless.

Sigyn felt herself able to breathe again. It was always good to give him these little reminders of who she truly was. For all his talk, she was in control, not him.

She was tempted to leave him there. It would be an effective lesson, certainly. Maybe the other Loki’s would find him. Maybe he’d break free. It didn’t matter either way. Like he said, there were plenty of others in the Void with his body.

She turned to do just that, when she heard a muttering behind her. She looked back to see Loki’s head raised and eyes furious.

She smiled. Silently she flicked her wrists, pulling the gag away. It was only fair to let him beg.

“Yes?” she prompted.

Loki held his head high, or at least as high as he could, making a point to look her in the eye.

“My apologies, if my words offended you, your highness,” he said. “Allow me to make amends. My tongue, as you said, has other uses. I would be more than happy to show you all of them.”

Sigyn stood, her lips pressed into a hard line as her mind and body battled inside her.

In the end, the body won. To his credit, Loki made good on his promise and used his tongue in ways she had forgotten existed.