Work Text:
“Are you sure this will work?” Sigyn asked worriedly as Loki set up the crystals around the wedding night suite.
“I'm fairly positive. This is the first time I'm using this particular spell, but it's similar enough to my usual tricks. It should work.” Loki smiled reassuringly at her. “Did you get the film?”
“Oh, yes. The nice lady in the shop assured me that this would most assuredly satisfy any audience.”
“Excellent.” Loki made grabby hands. “Show me.”
She took it out of the bag the nice lady gave her and presented it to her future husband. “Ta dah!”
He read the title with a confused frown. “The Dominatrix and her Loyal Slave II? What's a Dominatrix?”
“I think it might be the name of the leather-clad warrior princess.” She glanced at the cover picture with a small smile. “Maybe it's a tale of romance. A princess falling in love with her slave, and together they overcome obstacles and fulfill their love.”
Loki cocked his head at the picture. “Sounds intriguing, but does it have a sex-scene?”
“Oh yes.” Sigyn nodded emphatically. “The lady explained that this disc has seven scenes and each one is a sex scene. Maybe this disc is just a culmination to their love story. It is part II after all.”
Loki grinned at her. “I'll find us a book with the story later. First I just have to finish setting up.”
“All right.” She set the film on the bed and clasped her hands against her abdomen. “Do I need to do anything?”
“Not really.” Loki shrugged, busying himself with the spell crystals. “Just make sure to pack us enough food for our trip. And some spare clothes, I imagine you'll want out of your wedding gown before we leave.”
“It is extremely long.” Sigyn nodded with a wince. “I'm not sure what my mother was thinking when she gave it to me.”
“No matter. I'm done.” Loki stood up and sighed in satisfaction. “All right When we'll arrive here from the feast, the Witnesses will lock us in and stay outside. I'll activate the crystals, which will change the disc's voices into our own. Then I'll transport us to an already saddled horse, and we'll go have that picnic under the stars you wanted. We'll come back bright and early and everyone should be none the wiser.”
Sigyn smiled and clapped her hands. “This is our best idea yet.”
*~*
The Wedding Night Witnesses pretty much stared in horrified shock at the door the entire night. And through all seven of the disc's scenes.
*~*
“That was odd.” Sigyn commented as she sat down next to her husband at breakfast.
“What was?” Loki asked after he swallowed his mouthful.
“The Warrior Three and the Lady Sif stopped me on my way here. They asked if what we did on our wedding night is normal for us.”
“What did you tell them?” Loki asked in a secretive whisper.
Sigyn lowered her voice as well. “I didn't know what to say, so I just said yes.”
He nodded. “Then what happened?”
Sigyn leaned back against her chair, expression slightly confused. “Well, Sir Fandral got really pale, Sir Hogun kinda... curled in on himself, and Sir Volstagg said 'By Odin's beard'. And Lady Sif got this really calculating and thoughtful look on her face. It was most odd.”
Loki shrugged. “Eh, they're probably just jealous. You did say there were seven scenes, they probably can't even go half that long.”
Sigyn thought about that then smiled. “You're probably right. What're we having?”
*~*
Loki made an undignified sound when Thor suddenly grabbed him and pulled him into a powerful hug.
“Thor! Let me go!” He yelped, struggling slightly.
Thor ignored him, of course. “Brother, you are a brave and loyal man to marry the Lady Sigyn.”
Loki stopped struggling and blinked in confusion. “I think I should be offended on Sigyn's behalf.”
“No, no, it's better that Lady Sigyn doesn't get offended. At anyone.” Thor said decisively, tightening his hold. “Lady Sigyn should really be always happy and content.”
Loki was very confused now. “I agree?”
“Good.” Thor released his hug but kept a hold on Loki's shoulders. “I am sorry for ever doubting your manliness, Brother. Only the most valiant can go through what you went through.”
Loki smiled uncertainly. “Thank you?”
“If you ever need to talk or... a place to hide, I will always assist you, Brother, remember that.”
Loki shrugged mentally and decided to go along with his brother's newest insanity. “I will. I appreciate it, Brother.”
“I would imagine so. My Brother.” Thor said tearfully and pulled him into another hug. This one almost felt as if Thor was trying to shield him from something.
*~*
A week after the wedding, Loki got called into the All-Father's private study.
“You wanted to see me, Father?”
Odin was seated at his desk. He put down the papers he had been staring at and beckoned Loki closer. “Yes, son. Come in. Close the door.”
Loki did and stood in front of the All-Father's desk. Odin stayed silent, staring at him.
After a longer moment, Loki thought it best to say something. “Father? Did you want me for something? A task, perhaps?”
“No, no task.” Odin shook his head slightly. “I wanted to speak with you. About you and Lady Sigyn.”
Loki waited but no question came. “Well?”
Odin cleared his throat. “I wanted to know... I mean... you and Sigyn... does that...” The All-Father took a deep, steadying breath. “Are you happy? With Sigyn, I mean. Does she make you happy?”
Loki didn't understand the purpose of such a question but answered truthfully nonetheless. “She does, Father. I am very much happy in every moment I spend with her.”
Odin swallowed thickly and paled slightly. “I know I may have been... a stern father to you, perhaps sometimes too stern... but I want you to know I always meant your best at heart.”
Loki nodded slowly, entirely confused by this turn in the conversation. “All right”
“After your wedding night...” Odin swallowed thickly again, then cleared his throat. “I've decided to be more... understanding. I wish to spend some more time with you. Just us, without Thor. Does... is that a good idea, my son?”
Loki nodded with a small smile. “It sounds wonderful, Father.”
Odin returned the nod, looking down at his clenched hands, then stood up suddenly. He moved around the desk and embraced Loki tenderly. “You are my son, Loki. If this marriage brings you happiness, I will learn to accept what Sigyn does for you.”
Loki smiled despite his confusion. “Thank you, Father.”
Odin cleared his throat again and took a step back. “Why don't you run along now? I'm sure you have much to do. We'll go on a horse ride tomorrow at dawn, so make sure to turn in early tonight. Leave your... marital duties for another night.”
“Of course, Father.” Loki nodded then left.
*~*
They were married for almost a full three-months when The Question was first asked.
“When are you two planning on having children?” Frigga smiled at them both.
Sigyn and Loki shared a look.
“We're trying, All-Mother” Sigyn said, and they have. They've spent many evenings trying to come up with a plan to get an appropriate child to present as their own.
“I am usually very fertile, but-” Loki added and trailed off uncertainly. “We're trying very hard, Mother.”
Frigga paled slightly then gave them a shaky smile. “Oh, no hurry. You two are still young, and we are immortal after all.” She gave a weak chuckle. “There's no need for children any time soon.”
Sigyn frowned in confusion. “But you asked.”
Frigga waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, don't mind me, I can wait. Just wanted to know, you know how mothers-in-law are.” She paused. “Come to think of it, you're both much too young to be having babies. Perhaps you should stop trying. Maybe in a century. Or two. Let's make it five.”
Loki and Sigyn shared an uncertain look but agreed nonetheless. They knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth.
*~*
Things got a bit strange around Asgard. All the men seemed wary or even scared around Sigyn, while all the ladies looked at her with what looked like appreciation. Around Loki, the men looked sympathetic and started patting him on the back as often as they could. And each evening, when Loki tried to excuse himself from the feast, explaining he had to join Sigyn in their marriage bed, all the men were intent on Loki drinking at least one tankard of mead before allowing him to leave.
But on the other hand, no one asked them about future heirs or proposed awkward ways to induce pregnancy. In fact, if Loki looked saddened whenever The Question was asked, the other person was always quick to change the topic.
And thus Loki and Sigyn lived their married life with no rush to start producing children or any interruption to their marriage chambers at all.
The End