His Dove (Loki Laufeyson)

Part 50 (Sigurd)

I spent the rest of that day relaxing in Loki's bed. We had gotten back to the palace once it was already afternoon and Loki quickly took me straight to his room, telling me not to worry about announcing my arrival to his mother or Odin because they had guests. I wondered who these special guests were, but my exhaustion clouded my desire to know.

Loki left me in his room while he handled the guests, insisting I stay in it rather than the consort suite for the evening. When he got back, he spent the evening cuddled up to me, reading me books he enjoyed as a child after translating them to English.

The next day was the same for the most part, but I noticed his illusions coming to check on me periodically after he left to perform his duties. Each time he came, checked on me, then dissolved into thin air. It was quite charming that he cared enough to check so often, though it could also be annoying.

"I'm still fine, Mischief." I mumbled through my magic book, lowering it to see the imitation him standing beside the closed door. He grinned when he saw my own smile, nodding.

"Are you hungry, perfection?" I tilted my head at the endearing name, my smirk questioning he was up to.

"Perhaps a bit peckish." I responded as I eyed him. I knew his illusions gave no hints to what his actual activities were, knowing he could be skydiving while having a perfectly intact illusion doing something completely different.

"You may feel free to go to the warriors lounge. I do believe Sif and the warriors are there. If you're not feeling up to it, however, I can have one of the serv-"

"I'll go to the lounge, love. Thank you."

With that he shot me a nod and dissolved, and I hummed as I stood up. I tossed on a simple, draping tan dress and grabbed a cloak, hoisting it around my shoulders as I walked down the hall. My hair was in a messy bun on top of my head, but I looked rather fine.

When I got to the room I stopped for a moment, realizing Sif and the warriors also had company. Fandral was first to notice me in the doorway, grinning as he almost skipped his way over to me.

"Goddess! I heard you were back." He said through a smile. "How was your journey?"

I chuckled a bit, shrugging. "I can't say it was uneventful, but it's a story for another day."

"I will hold you to that." He cooed back, before placing a hand on my back and guiding me through the lounge to the table of food. I made a plate rather quickly and sat down beside him, glancing around at the other warriors within the room. They kept looking at me, whispering amongst themselves as they did.

"What's going on?" I asked Hogun quietly as he sat beside me.

"They're Vanir warriors." He whispered back. "House Freyr is here meeting with the Allfather."

"House Freyr?" I questioned softly, furrowing my eyebrows. "Who are they?"

Volstagg chuckled at that, leaning forward from across me. "Freyr is the chief of Vanaheim. Like the Allfather, he's king of that realm."

I hummed at that, not daring to question what the meeting was about and seem like I was nibbing. After a few minutes, though, a vaguely familiar looking man approached the warriors' table, looking directly at me.

"Dag?" He questioned, looking down at me through a slight smile. "You likely don't remember me, but I'm-"

"Sig." I breathed out, standing up.

"Jeg har savnet deg, min lille dolk."
I've missed you, my little dagger.

I was almost shocked by my understanding of Sigurd's words, but it was as though I fell back into the language flawlessly.