Loki and Sigyn, His Glorious Purpose

Chapter Seven

LOKI'S POINT OF VIEW

"Infatuated?" she questioned.

I was growing completely overwhelmed by her presence. As her perfect pinks lips curled into a smile,  I couldn't help but kiss her.

Too long had she tormented me for me to get one day more without my lips meeting hers.

Ever since I had first met Sigyn, she had lived within my thoughts. Her eyes were what usually plagued my thoughts. How enchanting they were. Each eye was its very own pool of the finest hot cocoa. And when her eyes met the light, they turned into pure gold, shining brighter than anything I had ever seen. Her eyes alone had the power to melt my cold heart.

With every day she had visited me, I became more enamored. The way her long blonde hair curled ever so slightly, the way she carried herself with such confidence and pride, her gorgeous smile, her tiny waist, and the way she looked up for me, it all sent me longing for her. At night, I so often found myself thinking of her. I truly believed her to be the beautiful woman I had ever seen and thus it was hard to think of anything but her. Her smile drove me to madness, suddenly, all I wished was to make her smile. In the evening when the dungeon was dark and I was truly alone, I would imagine how kissing her might feel and how her small frame would feel like in my hands. Most night I was unable to sleep, so I would wonder if perhaps she thought about me as I thought about her. I had every reason to be infatuated. She was gorgeous, kind, and so cutely stubborn. Sigyn had no reason to feel the same about me as I did her. I was an imprisoned prince with little to offer her but my company and gifts. Why would she feel the same?

As I cupped her jaw, stroking it gently with my thumb as I kissed her, these anxieties quickly manifested yet again. But as if on cue, she gently met my hand upon her jaw, holding it there as if to assure me that she too was infatuated.

SIGYN'S POINT OF VIEW
My heart fluttered with excitement as he finally pressed his lips into mine. I suddenly had no desire to breathe but to just melt into his touch. Admittedly, it was my first kiss. Unlike Hertha, I hadn't the opportunity to gallavant with boys nor did I truly want to. Yet, here I was kissing the Prince of Asgard. I felt as though that outweighed any kiss that Hertha had.
Truthfully, I had been longing for Loki to kiss me. Since I had met the prince, I had been dying to be afforded a taste of his lips. So often had I been granted the pleasure in my dreams, I had come to crave it outside of slumber as well.
However, the reality of his kiss was far more than I had ever imagined. His lips felt cold against my own and seemed to charge me with electricity.
I could have stayed in that moment forever, but we eventually parted.
"I'm sorry," Loki panted, "I shouldn't have done that."
My heart sank. Plummeted even.
"I thought-" I said, stammering as I began to grow embarrassed, even somewhat angry.
"I know, but I can't possibly satisfy you," he said turning away from me, "I'm imprisoned, will most likely never get out, and therefore am unable to ever give you the life you deserve, Sigyn. It's silly to even entertain the idea of us any further."
I couldn't help but laugh.
"You're really that stupid?" I said, causing his gaze to come back to mine, "I wouldn't be here if I was't satisfied by you. Do you truly think I wouldn't be coming to a dungeon daily because I didn't think of you as enough for me?"
Loki tried to ignore me but truthfully looked dumbfounded, perhaps even embarrassed for having said what he had.
I sat on his lap, tucking his dark hair behind his ears.
"Loki," I said softly, smiling down at him, "You can't get rid of me that easily, not now at least. As far as I am concerned, I'm yours."
"Mine?" he said, a bright pink blush had already spread across his cheeks. I could tell he liked the sound of that.
I nodded, "Yes, yours," I said before kissing him deeply.
I could tell his insecurities surrounding his imprisonment we nearly eating him alive, especially now as he finally had a reason to want to be free in order to be at my side in all my walks of life.
I desperately wanted to assure him that he was worthy of my affection no matter if he was a few man or not. I did not care. I would remain loyal to him through it all.
I began to kiss down his jawline and neck.
"Sigyn,"he said softly, grabbing hold of the fabric of my dress.
"Yes," I whispered, kissing him once more, "My prince?"
As he looked up at me as I sat on his lap, I knew I had captured his full affection. He could teeny his feelings for me any more.
"To Hell with it," he said a smile growing on his face.
With a wave of his hand, he cast an illusion within his cell to keep the guards' suspicion at bay and most importantly to shield our actions from prying eyes.
He quickly flipped me over, allowing my back to meet his bed as he hovered over me.
"Mine, you say?" he said, a smirk dancing across his lips.
I couldn't do anything but nod, my voice was caught in my throat as I looked up at him as my heart began to beat rapidly.
He stroked my face softly before beginning to chuckle.
"I'll show you what being mine truly entails."