#deviousprince

        ❝   don’t  touch  that   ;    the  droid  is  with  me  .   ❞  

“ 𝐈 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍 𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐋 ? ”  Stephen frowned sternly as she moved into the hall where Loki was waiting for him --- the god had known how important the meeting was today, the elders didn’t take kindly to intrusion. They’d lived far too long to be sympathetic to impatientness --- often lecturing Stephen for the very thing.  “ Something had better be on fire, or something devastating better be hurtling to earth right now... I swear if this is just you being funny... ”

“ And you and I had a fight. “ // @deviousprince​ // thor ragnarok prompts // accepting

gaze is suspicious as she looks at him, her steps matching his own as they walk. the gardens are calm despite the beautiful afternoon. the only sound aside from their voices is the chorus of birds which chirp and flutter about in the breeze. ‘ a fight. ’ sigyn confirms, considering his words as she looks ahead.

after seeing the outcomes of their tricks and pranks she has little desire to find herself in the midst of one. ( or at least, in the fall out of one ) the image of previous bruises she’s tended to flash through her mind, and she must suppress a shudder. ‘ and this fight. it is supposed to make him trust me enough for you to get your payback. ’

she smiles, ‘ i am a fool for agreeing to help you but i will. ’

“ What were you the god of, again? “ // @deviousprince​ // thor ragnarok starters // accepting

curious gaze shifts his way as she considers his question. they are all known for much it seems. or so little in her case. ‘ loyalty. ’ the world falls from her lips with no small amount of pride. true it is not beauty, or battle, thunder or mischief, but it is a title which means the world to her. ‘ victory. ’ the smile that graces her features could give thor a run for his money for all the pride that shone from it. 

💢// @deviousprince​ // bruised cheek meme // accepting

she fights the urge to grab his chin when she sees him, to turn his face toward the light in an attempt to see the bruise cropping up upon his pale skin. worry flashes in her crystalline eyes as she moves closer to him.   ( it confuses her how her worry for him grows with each visit from him ) ‘ loki, you know you are more than welcome to visit me without injury. ’ sigyn tries and fails to sound lighthearted as she inspects him more closely. 

“ you know i have to kiss you now. “ // @deviousprince​ // gone girl starters // accepting

honeyed wine flows freely from pitchers, and it lingers on her lips as she laughs. the sound is lost amongst the conversations that happen inside odin’s golden hall and spill out onto the balcony. the warm glow stands in stark contrast to the cool air outside. yet she feels perfectly warm beside him, her cheeks heating up at his words.

‘ is that so? ’ something inside her stirs at the thought of kissing him, call it butterflies or nerves, she feels quite like a little girl, and is all the more certain that she wants to kiss him. ‘ however, if it is my prince’s duty, ’ a gentle hand lays upon his cheek as she closes the space between them, her lips soft against his.