#sigynoffidelity

Loki watched her from a distance. Oddly enough, she did not seem at all like what he had imagined Thor's betrothed would be. She is beautiful, that is out of the question, but she fails to match his brother's boastful, contemptuous self-importance; for whatever reason, he had always imagined that any maiden that happened to become engaged to Thor, of all people, would be just as conceited as him, just as smug.

She, however, appeared to shrink in the shadow of Thor's ego, an attitude with which he himself was far too familiar. He was not, nevertheless, moved by compassion; he's behaving solely as any younger sibling would, scheming around the idea to snatch for themselves something they believe their elder sibling has been gifted but does not by any means deserve... all right, perhaps there was a hint of compassion there, but he would never admit it out loud.

As the feast runs its course, with people getting up from their seats and roaming about socializing, Loki took his chalice of wine and walked around the table, taking a seat next to his sister-in-law-to-be, casually, quietly, like he had arbitrarily chosen that seat for no reason in particular.

Sylvie flicked through the book she'd found in her cell, humming to herself as she did. The guards of her cell seemed twitchy, having been given orders not to engage. Guards who had guarded her not too long ago. She heard new footsteps approaching and turned to see Sigyn approaching. Tossing the book aside, she stood from her bed. "Did Thor send you to try and make me feel guilty?" She asked.

An arrow from a clear blue sky. This certainly didn’t happen every day.

It was freeing to be able to transform into creatures other than a human - and Loki had learned how to do it more and more smoothly, with time. Without the initial slight nausea, without the confusion what he was supposed to do after changing into an animal or back into a man, and without feeling lost. It had become his second nature, the source of one of his many nicknames.

When he became an animal, he could let go of all the human worries and thoughts. The moments of peace could not last forever, and that he was acutely aware of. Still, the feeling of freedom, and the knowledge he could go anywhere he wished and do anything he pleased as the animal whose form he had taken on was fantastic.

And not at all forgetting all the mischief he could cause this way as well...

Any similar pleasant thoughts faded in mere seconds. For a little while, all that existed was he, the whistle, and the arrow that sent his heart sprinting a mile a minute. He hadn’t expected that.

Then came the pain, a sting in his shoulder. A smell of iron. Blood. He had been hit.

He looked up, hoping the hunter was going to have mercy on him.

Thor: Brother. You look angry.

Loki: Sigyn is flirting with me 😡

Thor: umm....but... You're her husband??

Loki: Exactly brother! She should flirt with ME and not Me!

Thor: *confused noises*

#is it even cheating if Sigyn flirts with Sylvie?

Loki awoke, body aching in a similar fashion to when Hulk had assaulted him. He groaned, giving a sharp intake of breath, upon the bed he found himself on. How had he gotten here? This surely wasn’t the TVA, they would never have granted him an actual bed to rest upon. Even Mobius hadn’t been that indulgent; sleeping on a desk for a few minutes had been too much to ask for, for gods’ sake!

Blinking, tired green eyes gazed around the room, looking for whom else might be with him... He hoped he was not alone in this strange place.

“Hello? Excuse me, hello? Is... someone there?”

Loki and Sigyn chatting up together about all kinds of amusing things and gossip

I put my own spin on her comic book dress hops u guys like it cuz I think it's gorgeus

Loki, eating a Kit-Kat the wrong way whilst burning down their own home: Right. I get all that, but you DID technically propose to ME, so...

Sigyn, sighing: Yeah, I know.

Loki: ... could I maybe pour some more gasoline?

Sigyn: