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The trickster bowed deeply. Whether through respect or showmanship was hard to tell. “I would hardly be fulfilling my duties as a father if I did not embarrass you!”

The goddess struggled against the urge to roll her eyes. Embarassment or not, she adored her father’s visits. He’d barely even walked through the door and she was already smiling more in a moment than she had in a week. “I’d be okay if you didn’t fulfill all your duties..”

Royalty Starters

What do you get a man who is capable of getting anything that he wanted?

Sigyn and Loki have only been seeing each other for the past three months, and it had been some of the best months of her life. They spent nearly every single day together, and while they learned much about each other, there were still some things about him that Sigyn had been unsure about.

It took a little bit of investigating, and some favors owed by some people, but the blonde figured out the one important detail she wanted to figure out:

Loki’s real birthday was several days before the one celebrated by the rest of Asgard. Although not particularly celebrated in Asgard himself, any reason to throw a party was highly anticipated for weeks on end. Sigyn wasn’t much for large parties, and would probably persuade Loki to let her into the Palace Library before the feast was to begin where she could spend her time in solitude.

However, with her so-called scheming, Sigyn planned to spend time with Loki a few days before the celebration would begin, on Loki’s actual birthday. 

The day of, Sigyn greeted Loki the same as always, with a bright smile and a present from the market. He insists she needn’t get him anything, but whenever she shops, she sees little things that remind her of him, or of things that he might like.

In her heart, Sigyn knew she was falling in love with the fire giant, and falling fast. She was falling hard.

Today’s gift was a raw bloodstone crystal. It was emerald green and blood red,and when Sigyn had seen it, she had immediately thought of Loki’s eyes. She told him as much, and Loki’s responding grin made her feel all warm inside.

“You know, I will have to shower you with gifts in exchange for all of the gifts you have brought me,” Loki said to her matter-of-factly. The blonde merely giggled in return, a blush covering her cheeks.

“You can try,” Sigyn replied with  smile. 

“And I will succeed,” he shot back with a smirk. “Now, what is on the docket for today, M’Lady?” Blushing again, Sigyn got all shy and she averted her eyes. Mumbling something, Loki leaned in to hear her better. “What was that?”

Steeling her nerves, Sigyn lifted her head and looked Loki in the eye. 

“I want to show you a Vanaheim sunset,” she stated. Loki stared at her for a few moments before sweeping into a bow.

“What my lady desires, she shall get,” he replied before taking her hand and kissing it. In the next moment, Loki pulled her to his chest and the world swirled around them. The next moment saw the two surrounded by a field of flowers, flowers Sigyn hasn’t seen in a long time. Slowly detaching herself from Loki, but never letting go of his hand, Sigyn marveled at the scenery around them.

“The beauty of Vanaheim will never cease to amaze me,” Sigyn whispered out as she turned to look at Loki. She startled at the intensity of his gaze on her.

“All flowers of Vanaheim, no matter where they were raised, always bloom more brighter than any other,” Loki replied, his free hand coming up to tuck some stray strands of hair behind Sigyn’s ear. A flush covered her cheeks at his words, and Loki grinned. “Now, what would you like to do until sunset?” he asked her, and it was Sigyn’s turn to grin.

“I have some forests I would like to walk in, if you would be so kind to accompany me,” the blonde replied with a smile, pulling away slightly so she could give him a curtsy. “Would you do me the honors?”

“Why of course,” Loki replied with a smile and a returning bow. Then, holding his hand out for hers, Loki pulled her close again, a small gasp leaving her lips. “Now, where to?” Her body melting against his, Sigyn had to grip his tunic in order to stay on her feet.

“Why not let us walk there?” Sigyn suggested instead, trying to regain her voice. “It would be great exercise for us, and it would be a great way for us to waste time til sunset!”

Persuaded, Loki nodded with a smile before releasing Sigyn, only to offer his arm to her. Taking the redhead’s hand instead, Sigyn started dragging him towards the forest, giggling in anticipation. “Let us go, Loki! Come, hurry!” 

Giving out a laugh, Loki let himself be dragged by the beautiful woman in front of him. The entire day was filled with their romping through the forest, finding beautiful flowers that somehow found their way into Sigyn’s hair, and waiting until the sun hung low in the sky.

When the time was right, Sigyn led Loki to a hill she remembered playing on when she was but a young girl. When they were all settled on the top of the hill, Sigyn leaned against Loki and sighed happily, her vision set on the horizon as the sun began to set.

Streaks of reds, oranges, yellows, purples, and pinks splashed across the sky, and Sigyn kept her sight on the fading sun. Holding Loki close, the blonde had to sigh happily. 

“Loki, happy birthday,” she said quietly, a smile on her face. His head snapped towards her, his gaze no longer captivated by the sky.

“You know you’re early, right?” he asked her, holding his breath.

“No I am not,” Sigyn replied. She turned to look at Loki, her eyes mischievous. “A little birdy told me that the celebrations for your birthday always happen after your actual birthday. And so, I thought that, for your actual birthday, we could do something together. Just us. I. . .I hope that is alright?” the blonde explained, suddenly feeling insecure in her decision.

Ever since Loki had found her after their ordeal in the cave, Sigyn had moved back in with him in his condo. His place was the higher quality one. Her apartment had something wrong with it every week. She had gotten comfortable here, and, although she wasn’t completely sure of herself in the kitchen, she had tasked it upon herself to make Loki something special for him for Father’s Day. Their children might be gone, but Loki still had his other children.

Her husband was currently out running errands. It was usually at this time that Sigyn would try to do as many chores as she could while he was away, but today she had a meal to make. Quickly stopping by the neighbor’s down the hall to collect the groceries she had bought yesterday—and subsequently hidden there so Loki wouldn’t find them—Sigyn started preparing the steak on the stovetop. She had seen Loki do it so many times, what could possibly go wrong?

Despite her lack of cooking experience, she did manage to thoroughly cook the steaks well. She sprinkled a few seasonings on top to bring out the flavor, and she plated them before sticking them in the fridge. Her game plan was the make everything, one by one, so she could devote her whole attention to just one thing.

She made up the batter for the chocolate cake next, following the recipe exactly. She put it in the oven and turned on the timer so she wouldn’t forget. Next, she peeled several potatoes, taking it slowly before rinsing them and dropping them into a pot of water. She turned on the heat, added a few cloves and garlic to the water, and let them boil.

She had just managed to take the finished cake out of the oven and place it on the cooling rack when the timer for the potatoes went off. Turning the heat off, she drained the potatoes and put them in a bowl, adding some chives and a drizzle of butter on top. Quickly taking the steaks out of the fridge, she set them in the oven with it off, just letting the remnant heat soak into the meat. She then set the potatoes aside before ripping up some leaves of lettuce for the salad. One large bowl was made up for them to take as much as they pleased, and she had thrown in some pre-cut carrots and store bought croutons. Cutting was not her specialty. Setting that aside as well, Sigyn had just plated the cake, spread icing on top, and set the second layer carefully on top of the first when she heard Loki’s key’s in the door. Her eyes widened and she rushed to the door just as Loki was stepping inside. He had placed the few bags he had on the floor, his arms wide as he saw her rushing him. He assumed she was greeting him with a hug.

Sigyn breathed a sigh of relief as Hjálmarr finally went down for his nap without a fuss. The poor child must have been exhausted. He was already a few weeks old, and as such, was starting to become a handful. It was inevitable that Loki couldn't help out all the time, and now was one of those times.

Sigyn had watched over Loki carefully, steering him away from possible triggers with the limited knowledge that she had.

It wasn’t enough. Since they had gone to Utgard to escape the rainstorm, Loki had two more fits. However, Sigyn felt it was two fits too many.

It was after dinner, and they were snuggled up together in their rooms at the Palace in Asgard, in front of the fireplace. His arm was wrapped tightly—but comfortably—around her waist, her finger drawing shapes absentmindedly on his chest. Sigyn shifted her head slightly to lift her eyes to look at her husband.

Sigyn’s heart pounded in her chest as she approached the palace. The green dress that Loki had lent her last week was draped over her arm, the skirt swept up so it wouldn’t trail on the ground and get dirty. She had wanted to see him again, and giving the borrowed dress back was the best excuse to do so.

In no time at all, she was at the gate to the Palace, a guard staring her down. It took her a moment to gather her voice, and when she did, her words were a little timid, clearly intimidated by the warrior before her.

“Tell Loki that Sigyn has come to see him,” she declared. For a moment, she wondered if the guard would heed her words, but after a few seconds he called over another guard and whispered into his ear. The second guard left, leaving the first guard and Sigyn alone.

She squirmed under his penetrating gaze, clearly uncomfortable. She hugged the dress closer to her, and suddenly had a horrifying thought. What if Loki wasn’t at the palace right now? What if he didn’t want to see her?

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So, if anyone wants to jump on that, this is your warning. I'm posting the ask in five minutes. Otherwise, it's open to anyone who wants to try. :p