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Princess Sigyn Einarsdottir; Heir To The Throne of Vanaheim
Loki was nervous, staring down at the attire of which had been chosen for him by handmaidens. Sigyn watched him from the doorway for a few moments before stepping forward and placing her hand on his shoulder, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his cheek.
“It is Asgardian formal wear,” she murmured. “If you do not like it, it is not too late to change it.”
“The ceremony is in two hours,” Loki reminded her quietly. “There is no time.”
“For you, my love, there is all the time in the world,” she whispered, running her hand down his arm before gently clasping his fingers between her own.
Loki closed his eyes. “I am not of Asgard,” he remarked. “I am not Aesir.”
“Well,” Sigyn mused, moving to place her hand over his chest. “We could always fashion a typical Jotnar attire for you.”
Loki laughed lightly. “I do not believe the people of Vanaheim would enjoy attending a Joining ceremony where the groom wears a mere loincloth.”
Sigyn smiled, pleased that he had laughed and made a joke, rather than flinching away and closing her off at the mention of his true heritage. They were getting there. It was taking time, but every step was one in the right direction.
“Whatever you want to change,” Sigyn murmured. “We will change.”
Loki stared down at the attire, the armor, before finally turning his head towards her and softly suggesting,
“Silver.”
Sigyn waited a moment, to see if he would add more, before she questioned. “Instead of gold?”
Loki hummed. “I was raised on Asgard,” he began. “But my heritage is of Jotunheim. I think it is time I accepted both.”
“Keep the armor design of Asgard,” Sigyn guessed. “But the silver color to represent the Jotnar.” She pressed another kiss to his cheek. “Perfect.” Loki gave her a small smile, but Sigyn could see hesitance in it. “It is not too late to request a private ceremony,” she told him.
“It is not that,” he assured her. “I am sure your people would be displeased to miss the Joining of their Princess.”
“The Joining ceremony could be private,” Sigyn told him. “The celebration after would remain public.”
“Asgard will be displeased with this.”
“I care not,” Sigyn declared.
Loki was quiet for a few moments and Sigyn knew that it was not Asgard he was worried about, but rather Odin. She gently took his hand in her own, squeezing lightly to remind him that she was here.
After a few moments, the silence lingering, she gently prompted, “We should take your attire to the seamstress, so that she may correct the coloration before the ceremony.”
Loki shook his head - both in denial of her words and to draw himself from his thoughts, Sigyn mused - as he replied,
“No need.” And waved his hands over the garments, changing the gold to silver in a green sparkle of his seidr.
Sigyn let out a soft breath. “You must teach me seidr, some day,” she requested. “Your skills are like none other.”
“If you think that, then you've never met my mother,” Loki told her fondly. Which was true, Sigyn had never met the Allmother, but Loki had spoken so fondly of her, so often, that Sigyn almost felt she did.
No, that wasn’t right. She did not know the Allmother, for Loki never spoke of her, nor did he speak of the Queen of Asgard. No, he spoke of Frigga ; a woman who excelled her titles in more ways than one, who was the kindest mother any could ask for.
Having lost her own mother as a child to the Aesir-Vanir war, Sigyn had secretly adopted Frigga as her own, after she and Loki had grown...intimate.
A thought came to mind and Sigyn murmured, “I am sorry she cannot be here,” she remarked quietly. “For the ceremony.”
“It is for the best,” Loki replied, though Sigyn did not miss the hurt in his eyes before he closed them to shield the expression from her. “Even an invitation meant for mother would no doubt reach Odin’s all-seeing eye.”
“And what of your gatekeeper?” Sigyn questioned. “Does he know?”
“He knows.”
“And?”
“And he knows that we have done nothing wrong,” Loki replied. “He has no reason to inform the Allfather of our impending Joining ceremony.”
The word sent a thrill through her. “But an invitation would be different?”
“The Allfather would see it as a reason to arrive.”
“I see.” Sigyn nodded. “And he is not welcome on Vanaheim.”
The smile on Loki’s face was one of relief and Sigyn squeezed his hand, knowing (and perhaps now sharing) the fear her to-be-husband held towards the King Eternal.
Loki looked down at her then, leaning down to capture her lips in his own and Sigyn melted into his side, clinging to his arm as their kiss became more heated, only breaking apart with a sudden gasp when there was a sharp knock at the door and they turned to find Sigyn’s lady-in-waiting, Idonea, watching them with a fond smile.
“Forgive me, your highnesses,” she murmured, giving a low bow.
“It is alright, Idonea,” Sigyn assured, her and Loki reluctantly breaking apart. “What is it?”
“I was sent to retrieve you,” Idonea replied. “It is time to begin your preparations for the ceremony.”
“Yes,” Sigyn murmured. “I suppose it is.” She turned to Loki, taking hold of the front lapel of his tunic to tug him down to her level, stealing another kiss whilst Idonea watched on with a fond smile. “I will see you later, then?”
“Yes,” Loki agreed, cool breath ghosting across her face, their lips mere inches apart.
Idonea cleared her throat, a sheepish look on her face. “We really must go, Princess.”
“Yes, yes,” Sigyn murmured, fondly rolling her eyes as Loki straightened and tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ears.
“And, ah, Prince Loki?”
Loki turned to Idonea. “Yes?”
“King Einar wishes to speak with you. In his study.”
Lok went still and Sigyn gently squeezed his wrist. “My father loves you like a son,” she assured him. “He means you no harm.”
“I know this,” Loki replied and though Sigyn knew he was telling the truth, she knew he still felt he had reason to feel fear.
“Loki,” she murmured quietly. “My father is not the Allfather. He holds no ill will towards the Jotnar.” She smiled. “Would it help if I told you I know why he wishes to speak with you?”
“I think that will merely make it worse,” Loki replied, though Sigyn saw some tension bleed out of his shoulders.
“I promise,” she whispered. “There is no need to fear.”
She knew he would not believe her, not until he had spoken to her father, so she simply tugged him down for another kiss before allowing Idonea to lead her away.
…………………………..
Prince Loki
“You wished to see me, your majesty?” Loki asked when he had been given entrance into the Vanir king’s study, his hands clasped together behind his back as he waited a respectful distance from the king’s desk.
“Loki!” King Einar cried, always so cheerful to see him in a way that still made Loki uncomfortable, despite having lived within Vanaheim’s palace for nearly two years now. “Yes! There you are, my boy!” He jumped from his seat, moving swiftly to embrace Loki in a tight hug that nearly knocked the slender Jotunn off his feet.
Einar was still beaming when he finally released Loki, holding him by the upper arms since he was shorter and thus, unable to reach Loki’s shoulders. “You are to join with my only daughter in a mere hour! How do you feel?”
“It is...hard to say,” Loki replied. “I am eager and nauseated at the same time.”
“I understand,” Einar assured, nodding eagerly as he dragged Loki over to his desk, pouring them both a glass of champagne and handing Loki’s to him. “I was the same way when I married sweet Queen Kara.”
“I am sorry for your loss.”
“I thank you,” Einar said, even as he waved the sentiment off. “But we are not here to talk of that, nor are we here to talk of the ceremony.” He chugged his champagne and refilled his glass. “There are two matters which I wish to discuss, if I may?”
“Certainly,” Loki assured.
“For your joining in marriage with Sigyn,” King Einar began. “I intend to announce you both with full title. I was wondering which surname you wished to be used?”
Loki shifted. “You ask if I am an Odinson or a Laufeyson?”
“Yes.”
Loki sighed. “I know not,” he quietly replied. “But perhaps...Laufeyson? If we are to claim me as Jotunn, perhaps…”
“Laufeyson,” Einar agreed with a nod. “Of course.”
Loki nodded gratefully, taking a sip of his own champagne if only to hide his discomfort.
“And the...second matter, your majesty?” he questioned.
“Ah, yes,” Einar said with a nod. “Mind you, I wished it to be a surprise but Sigyn advised against it.” He smiled. “She says you are not overly fond of them.”
“I am not,” Loki replied.
“Huh.” Einar chuckled. “Ironic, isn’t it? You being the God of Mischief and all.”
Loki shifted. “Yes,” he agreed stiffly.
Einar hummed, shrugging. “Anyway.” He shook himself back onto the right train of thought. “As you know, we have first the Joining ceremony where you and Sigyn will declare your everlasting love to one another until Ragnarok destroys all.”
“Yes.”
“After that, you and I will face the court and council and sign papers, uniting Vanaheim and Jotunheim as allies.”
“Yes.” That had been suggested by Queen Farbauti, some months earlier, despite the fact that Loki had not yet officially been returned to the Jotnar royal family.
“After that is the surprise I had planned, but Sigyn said I should tell you now.”
Loki shifted. “Another ceremony?” he questioned.
“Of sorts,” Einar replied. “More intimate, however.”
“Might I ask?”
“It is...a claiming ceremony, of sorts,” Einar replied tentatively. “A formal way to accept you into our family.”
A claiming ceremony. Loki shifted. “I had...heard rumors of those on Asgard,” he began. “I had read a bit.”
“They are a more intimate way to unite families,” Einar went on. “It is...adoption, of sorts.” He smiled. “No longer would you be Loki Odinson but rather Loki Einarson, if you so wish.”
“I…” Loki felt unsteady, off put, unsure of what to say. “Do not think I have been Loki Odinson for a long time.” He shifted. “But I do not think I deserve the title of Einarson.”
Einar nodded. “I understand,” he nodded. “Perhaps...Laufeyson?”
Loki was quiet, deep in thought before giving a weak laugh. “So many names.”
Einar nodded. “In time, you will find the right one,” he assured.
Loki nodded. “Thank you, your majesty,” he said, nodding. “For informing me ahead of time.”
“Of course. And Loki?”
“Yes?”
“Einar will do. No need for formality, as soon you will be family.”
Loki smiled. “Thank you, Einar.”
………………………………
Princess Sigyn
“Is it bad that I am nervous?” Sigyn asked softly, one hand on her stomach, gaze locked on her own form in the vanity mirror as Idonea stood behind her, braiding the princess’s long, red locks into intricate curls and braids, some strands twisted into a bun atip her head whilst the rest hung down her back, curling at her waist.
“I do not think so,” Idonea replied. “You are heir to the throne. It is expected for you to be joined in marriage. Much is riding on this union.”
“I am not so sure that that is why I am nervous,” Sigyn murmured. “My father is speaking with Loki of the claiming ceremony, late this evening. I fear...Loki will not handle that well.”
Idonea hummed. “May I ask why, your highness?”
“Loki’s past is filled with desperation and lies,” Sigyn replied, knowing Idonea would not breathe a word of this conversation to Loki. “He was raised as an Odinson but his blood sings that he is a Laufeyson and I know my father intends to offer him the chance to become an Einarson.” She met Idonea’s gaze in the mirror. “I just worry that...Loki will not know what to choose.”
“Perhaps he can choose two,” Idonea replied.
Sigyn frowned. “What do you mean?” she asked.
Idonea shifted. “Well,” she began. “My cousin has two fathers. Ragnvald and Hallbjorn. When they adopted my cousin, they could not choose whose name shall be his last and so they chose both.”
Sigyn pressed her lips together. “How so?”
“My cousin is Viggio Ragnvaldson-Hallbjornson,” Idonea replied. “For he is both of their sons at once.”
Sigyn thought deeply on that. “I...shall mention that to Loki,” she finally replied. “When the time draws near for his naming ceremony into the books of Vanaheim.”
“You are a beautiful couple, your highness,” Idonea replied. “I don’t imagine I am the only one, wondering what children you will bear.”
Sigyn rolled her eyes. “You are not the first to ask, either,” she replied. “I imagine it is all I will hear, when we rejoin the people after Loki’s claiming ceremony.”
“Have you prepared the prince for this outcome?”
“I think I would be more entertained, watching him take the question with no warning at all.”
Idonea chuckled fondly. “I am certain he shall fluster.”
“Loki flusters at the slightest of things,” Sigyn agreed. “I only hope I am there to see it the first time, rather than the seventh, when he has learned to expect it and conceal his emotion.”
“Yes, he is quite adept at that.”
Sigyn hummed, shifting when she noted that Idonea had finished with her hair. “Are we finished?” she asked, tugging lightly on the curled strands that framed her face.
“You merely need to don your gown and cape,” Idonea replied. “And then you are ready.”
Sigyn took a deep breath, casting one last glance at herself before standing and moving over to where her crown sat atop a soft pillow at her desk, whilst Idonea moved to retrieve Sigyn’s wedding gown from where it hung from the wall.
“I admit I am…” she paused, thinking, as she set her crown expertly atop her head, nestled perfectly within her hair. “I am nervous. For Loki, though.”
“I am sure the prince will do wonderfully.”
“As am I,” Sigyn replied. “I just...fear that he will…” she huffed, walking over to step onto the pedestal, using Idonea to remain upright as she stepped into her gown, clasping her hands together in front of herself once her arms were in the sleeve, staring at the full length mirror as her handmaiden moved to begin doing up the lace in the back.
“You fear that so many people watching will make him stutter.”
“Perhaps not in so many words,” Sigyn replied. “Asgard is...prejudiced, against the Jotnar. Calling them Frost Giants , treating them as little more than mindless beasts.” she huffed, uncurling her hands that had clenched into fists in anger. “He has lived with that for so many centuries, I fear how being in front of all of Vanaheim will make him feel.”
“You are afraid he will expect the same treatment.”
“Yes.”
“Despite the fact that he looks Aesir.”
“Loki believes everyone knows his truth, even if they cannot see it.” Sigyn looked down, smoothing out her skirt. “I intend to absolve him of that fear, sooner or later.”
“If you’ll excuse any disrespect, you have always been stubborn,” Idonea remarked. “I don’t imagine he will be able to hold up against you. You are determined when there is something you want.”
Sigyn smiled, turning to look at Idonea over her shoulder. “There is no disrespect to excuse,” she assured her handmaiden. “As always, you are right.”
Idonea smiled before stepping back, having finished clasping Sigyn’s long, velvet violet cape to her shoulders.
“I think you are ready,” she said with a smile.
Sigyn nodded. “As ready as ever,” she murmured softly.
……………………………
Prince Loki
They had practiced the wedding ceremony at length, several times over the last week and yet that still did not calm Loki’s heart where it raced in his chest as he stood at the doors of the ceremonial site, some ways from the palace, staring down at the hordes and crowds of Vanir elite and commoners alike.
He felt as though he couldn’t breath, and yet all his fears seemed to melt away when a small hand took hold of his elbow and he looked down to find Sigyn beside him, a tender smile on her face.
“Relax,” she soothed softly. “Everything will be alright.”
“I know,” Loki replied, because logically he did know. And yet this was too much like Thor’s coronation, the one Loki had ruined, and just made him feel cornered at the thought that something could go wrong.
That at any moment, the Allfather would appear and strike him down.
“Breathe,” Sigyn soothed in a quiet whisper as her father stood from his throne near the altar, beginning his opening speech. “All will be well. You’ll see.”
Loki only nodded, fear freezing his usually sharp silvertongue. Sigyn squeezed his arm once more before turning her attention forward, drawing Loki’s own to the words her father was speaking.
“But I have not called you here to mourn the family we have lost,” King Einar was saying, prompting Loki to muse that he must have been referring to the Aesir-Vanir war, a bloody battle that had happened when Loki and Sigyn had been mere children. “Instead, we are gathered to celebrate the family we have gained!”
There was a brief moment of applause before King Einar went on. “As many of you may know, I had only one child before Queen Kara was lost to us.” There was a moment of silence in which Loki lowered his gaze in respect, as did the citizens of Vanaheim, before King Einar continued.
“Sigyn is my love, my child, my reason for keeping our realm at peace so that I might protect her. I love her with all of my heart, but today, I am making a place in my heart for another!” Loki’s own leapt into his throat and Sigyn, as if sensing his rising pulse, leaned into his side to offer him her strength. “Today, we are gathered to honor and witness the joining of Princess Sigyn Einardottir, heir to the throne of Vanaheim and Prince Loki Laufeyson, of Jotunheim!”
Loki swore his breath stopped and, had he not had Sigyn at his side, he never would have moved. Instead, she laced her own elbow with his and the two of them stepped forward, descending the staircase as they made their way across the marble grounding towards where Einar stood with a brilliant smile, the people of Vanaheim turning to stare.
Breath. Loki instructed himself, using Sigyn’s voice in his head if only in a hope that it would motivate him more than his own. It is fine. Everything will be fine.
But what if it’s not?
Loki didn’t get a chance to go down that particular rabbit hole of thought as he and Sigyn knelt before King Einar who smiled down at the two of them.
“Sigyn, my heart, my darling,” Einar began. “As I gaze upon you today, I can see the beauty of your mother shining through. For so many years, all suitors who came to court you I had turned away for fear that they were not good enough to take my only heir into marriage.” he smiled, clasping his hands together. “So you took it into your own hands and found one on your own.”
Sigyn glanced over at Loki offering him a gentle smile before turning back to her father as he went on.
“I was skeptical at first, when you brought Prince Loki home and I learned that he was of Asgard. The Allfather’s second son.” Loki lowered his eyes and tried not to flinch. “I feared he would turn out like his father or brother and I would lose you to the same realm I had lost your mother.” Einar’s soft eyes fell on Loki who dared not lift his head, trembling minutely though he had no doubt that Sigyn and her father could see.
“But as I learned to get to know this man and he spent more time here than in his home realm, I realized he was nothing like those he claimed as family. No, he was better than I had ever dared to imagine. In fact, I nearly proposed to him when I felt neither of you were doing it fast enough.”
This drew laughter and applause from the crowd behind them and Loki felt the tension ease in his chest as he closed his eyes and let out a slow, quiet breath.
“Prince Loki,” Einar began, turning his gaze to Loki who lifted his head. “You heard as I said to Sigyn, that I did not trust you when I believed you to be Asgardian, until you proved yourself as different from your race.” His smile was gentle. “Only they are not your race at all.”
Loki flinched, swallowing thickly, and not daring to move, hardly even to breathe.
Einar went on. “When Sigyn came running to me in tears after you had shown her your truth and fled, I sent scouts out in search of you. Not for execution as they tell me you believed, but as protection. I saw you then as one of my own and knew the heart that you had beat strongly for my daughter. You veil yourself as Aesir because you cannot yet accept that you are Jotunn.” He reached down, placing a hand on Loki’s shoulder. “I hope that in time, our people, your people, can show that it matters not who you are nor what realm you truly hail from. Only that you show love and compassion to those of others.”
Loki let out a slow breath as Einar’s hand was removed from his shoulder and the King straightened.
“Prince Loki Laufeyson of Jotunheim, you are here today to bind yourself in eternal union with the Princess Sigyn Einarsdottir of Vanaheim. Do you swear to protect her and love and cherish her until Ragnorok lays claim to the nine realms?”
“I swear,” Loki replied, barely able to raise his voice enough for Einar to hear, but knew there was magic in this hall to aid him.
“Princess Sigyn Einarsdottir of Vanaheim,” Einar continued, turning to Sigyn. “You are here today to bind yourself in eternal union with Prince Loki. Do you swear to protect him and love and cherish him until Ragnorak lays claim to the nine realms?”
“I swear,” Sigyn agreed, her voice far stronger than Loki’s own.
“Then stand and face one another.” They did, taking hands when instructed, Loki hoping Sigyn couldn’t tell how badly his were shaking, though he was sure she could tell how sweaty they were. “With this drop of liquid seidr, I wed thee to one another and so proclaim you eternally lovers until the branches of Yggdrasil grow dark.”
A mage stepped forward then, a golden chalice in hand, pouring a small drop of seidr onto both of their joined hands. As the seidr-weidler of the pair, only Loki felt the rush of power that flowed through his veins, making him sway just slightly in place, head dizzy.
“Now, I will deny you no longer,” Einar said when Loki had steadied himself. “You may embrace.”
They did. They did more than embrace, too, the cheers of the Vanir echoing around them as Loki drew Sigyn into him, arms around her waist as he pressed her lips into a warm, heated kiss.
“People of Vanaheim, the celebration shall be held within the palace walls!” Einar announced once Loki and Sigyn had broken apart. “The royal family will join shortly.”
Sigyn gave Loki a tender squeeze of her hand. “I will see you at the claiming ceremony,” she whispered before she was ushered away by handmaidens and Loki by Einar.
“How are you feeling?” Einar asked quietly as they got into the carriage that would escort them to the palace where Loki and Einar would sign the union treaty to unite Vanaheim and Jotunheim, the court and council of both realms looking on.
“Ill,” Loki admitted honestly. “I cannot help but feel as though something will go terribly wrong.”
“The Norns shine on you today, Loki,” Einar assured with a smile. “You did wonderfully.”
Loki gave a weak smile. “Let us only hope the rest of the day passes the same.”
……………………..
It was intimidating, the signing of the union, if only because of the court and council of Jotunheim who had come to attend, all members that Loki had never met.
Thankfully, Loki did not have to meet any of them on this day, though he had been requested to come to Jotunheim for several formal meetings there, with the royal family - his family, by blood at least - and to meet the council since he was to be accepted as an official member of the royal family.
Loki was very grateful when they were in the carriage, heading towards the distant forest clearing where his claiming ceremony would take place.
“Sigyn and her brothers are already there,” Einar told him, no doubt making conversation to ease Loki’s lingering nerves. “It is a short ceremony, nothing like the two before it. After which, we shall join the people of Vanaheim in celebration.” He smiled. “I am truly honored to have you as part of our family, Loki.”
Loki smiled. “Are you?” he asked. “Or is this perhaps an entertaining way to spite the Allfather?”
Einar laughed before Loki could apologize for any disrespect. “A sharp wit,” Einar remarked. “I see yet another reason Sigyn loves you.”
Loki chuckled weakly, pleased when the carriage came to a stop though with it, his fears returned. Still, he was greeted with no small amount of enthusiasm by Sigyn who tugged him into a heated kiss once he exited the carriage.
“Let him breathe, Sigyn,” her father teased, Sigyn only breaking the kiss to grin at Loki, tugging him over to stand in front of her father, Sigyn standing just behind Loki’s right shoulder while her brothers stood at their father’s side.
“Loki, you are born of Jotunheim,” Einar began, once everyone was in place. “But you are raised by Asgard. Today, we embrace you as a member of Vanaheim. You are Vanir, my son , if you will accept me as your father.”
He extended a hand and Loki hesitated, for only a moment, before placing his hand in Einar’s.
“I shall accept you, Loki, as whatever you wish to be,” Einar went on. “Be it Vanir, Jotnar, or Aesir.” He smiled. “You are my family, from now until the end.”
Loki nodded. “Thank you,” he whispered.
Einar smiled back before slapping him on the shoulder. “Well then!” he declared brightly. “Back to the festivities! Boys, you’ll be riding in the carriage with me.”
“ Aw !” Einar’s youngest son, Hjalmar, whined as he and his brother trudged after their father. “Why can’t we ride with Sigyn and Prince Loki?”
“Because they are newlyweds,” Einar replied as he ushered his children into the carriage he and Loki had arrived in, Sigyn and Loki getting into the other. “And they need some time to themselves.”
“Ew,” Somerled gagged. “I bet they’re gonna kiss !”
Just for that and knowing her brothers were watching, Sigyn reached up to grab hold of the horns of Loki’s helmet, yanking him down into a kiss that she smiled into when her brothers screamed and gagged, rushing to get into the carriage with their father.
……………………….
Princess Sigyn
“Now we just have the entire rest of the night to mingle with our people before I can finally have you to myself,” Sigyn said, her and Loki seated side by side, Sigyn with her head on his shoulder and Loki with his head on hers, having removed his helmet and placed it between his feet for the ride.
Loki gave a quiet laugh. “I must admit, I have never attended a Joining before,” he confessed. “I never imagined my first would be my own.”
Loki gave a quiet laugh. “I must admit, I have never attended a Joining before,” he confessed softly. “I never imagined my first would be my own.”
“You’re doing beautifully,” Sigyn promised, placing a hand on the center of his armored chest as she leaned in to capture his lips with her own, pulling back just enough to whisper, “I love you, Loki, more dearly than you can imagine.”
“Of that I have no doubt,” Loki told her. “It is hardly evening and yet I find myself already exhausted.”
“And you’ve much more than I to look forward to, the rest of the night,” Sigyn informed him with no small amount of glee, even if she might have felt a little bad. “My father will pull you away in the celebration eventually in order to meet with the court and council.”
She saw Loki’s shoulders drop. “Must it be tonight?”
“You are marrying the heir of Vanaheim and will one day serve at my side as King,” Sigyn told him. “The court and council wish to know you now . To brief you on Vanaheim’s government and policies so that when the time comes, you are ready.”
“And you cannot come with me?”
“I already know them.” She reached over, patting his hand a little condescendingly. “Besides, my father will be there.”
Loki hummed. “Much as I love him, he is not you.”
“Well, I should hope not,” Sigyn replied. “I would prefer you to join me in my bed, at the end of the night, rather than my father.”
Loki grinned. “I think that can be arranged.”
She beamed as he drew her in for another kiss.
………………………..
Sigyn’s earlier wish to see Loki’s reaction to being asked when they would begin having children was granted because the first couple to approach them after they had arrived at the celebration was a Noble man and woman who politely bowed to the two of them before the woman eagerly asked,
“So? When can we expect the next line of the royal family to begin running the halls of the palace?”
Sigyn is barely containing her laughter, looking at Loki who just stares at the Nobles with an expression of confusion that slowly shifts into dawning understanding.
“You ask of children?” he finally managed after a long silent moment.
“Well yes!” the woman replied. “One day you and the Princess shall be King and Queen and you will need to secure your line!”
Loki is still staring so Sigyn laughs lightly and grabs his hand, squeezing gently as she remarks to the couple,
“I don’t think children will be coming anywhere in the near future,” she replied. “Loki still has much to learn of Vanaheim and we wish to enjoy our bryllupsreise before we start thinking about children.”
“A shame,” the noble woman said, even though it was said in a mostly teasing tone. “Well, we won’t keep you your highnesses. We’ll let you mingle with the rest of your people.” To Loki, she curtsied and remarked, “Welcome to Vanaheim, Prince Loki.”
Loki dipped his head slightly in reply, watching the two of them disappear into the crowd before offering his elbow to Sigyn who took it with a grin.
“You knew that would happen,” Loki remarked as the two of them officially entered the celebration, receiving applause and cheers as they made their entrance.
“Yeah, I did, people have already been asking me for the past week,” Sigyn admitted. “Sorry.”
“No you’re not.”
“No I’m not.”
Sigyn grinned brightly, leaning into his side. “Ready to go mingle with your people?”
“Our people,” Loki corrected.
“ Our people,” Sigyn agreed happily.
……………………….
Sigyn was mostly asleep when the bed dipped beside her and she peeled her eyes open to find Loki sliding under the furs, looking exhausted as she felt.
“How did the meeting go?” she asked quietly, reaching out for him and smiling when he drew her close.
“Could have been worse,” Loki replied. “They seem to tolerate me.”
“They like you,” Sigyn corrected. “Nobody tolerates anybody here. We either like each other or hate each other.”
“Well then, they must secretly hate me.”
She smacks his chest, even though she knows he’s joking. He laughs lightly before lifting his hand and making some complicated gesture, extinguishing the candle lights and bathing the room in shadow and moonlight.
Sigyn lets out a dramatic sigh, after a few moments. “It’s a shame you had so many meetings after the celebration,” she purred. “Now we won’t get to consummate our marriage.”
Loki chuckled deeply next to her. “Too tired?” he purred in a way that had Sigyn’s heart rate jump.
“Mmm, well,” Sigyn purred. “I suppose I could...be persuaded.”
She can feel Loki grin into her hair. “I suppose I should have left the candles lit.”
“Oh please,” Sigyn replied as she placed her hands on Loki’s shoulders, forcing him on his back and crawling on top of him. “As if we need light to get by.”
He laughs as she dips down to kiss him and Sigyn feels high and giddy. This has been a long time coming. She has loved Loki so long and words cannot describe how happy she is to finally be wed to him at last.
She just hopes he feels the same way.