his presence commanded and consumed.
What? The Vanir able to read my future as she has her own?
I have never claimed such. And you have little right to say accuse
Before Sigyn could open her lips, he had already. "So ... how must I renew myself?" his tone brighter, and he did meet her eyes with a mischief in them. Ah, there it was, the Loki she'd remembered. She knew not if she were to be sad or elated at it. His mouth turned into a widening grin as he asked, "Must I..." looking about, searching, then sweeping an arm towards the floor, "Fall at your feet, begging you for forgiveness?"
She chuckled.
"Oh, no," meeting his playful mood, " snatching her hand away, "Enough of your banter, silence."
"I beg a thousand pardons, gracious lady!"
"Good. Now, on your knees, before I have your head, insolent one," an imperious sweep of her head, and he did so, making her start back a little as he took her hand again.
"Oh, if the Alfather only heard such. I would be beheaded for insulting a crowned prince of Asgard!"
It was his turn to look, stunned, at her flippent manner. She wondered if she'd gone too far, but then he laughed. Truly, really, he hunched half over the wide marble railing, tears glossing over his eyes as he hugging his ribs with an arm, as if to stop his laughter. And she smiled.
"Do not worry..." chocking with laughter, still, "You are in no danger."
"You are far too lovely for that..."
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