It's as good as it's going to get. I hope you enjoyed. School is a killer to my writing of fanfiction, but I hope you enjoyed.

-Val

Loki did attend the wedding reception. He adjusted the loose fitting robes on his person for the countless time in the evening. He examined the guest in the vast room room and they were smiled politely back. He assumed it was the mead and wine Freya and Iwaldi served before the wedding reception to keep the guest from wandering away or yawning during the ceremony. He found it unfortunate her parents needed to bepractically intoxicated to enjoy their daughter's wedding.

He waited patiently, his mind going back and forth to the oaf and his bride. He observed everything. He watched everything from Syn rubbing her enlarged pregnant belly to the tiniest scuff a guest's shoe made against the polished marble floor. Images flashed before his very eyes as he scanned each and every microscopic detail.

In his own way, he wanted everything to be perfect for her and for him. If it didn't then he wondered how Sigyn would react. She'd probably cackle or simply ignore the imperfection. He admired that. He smiled when he thought of her laughing with him as Theoric thought he was being led away by Surtur's demon in midst of a hallucination that may or may not have been triggered by tampered mango juice.

He looked behind him, the smile still on his face as he caught Lady Sif's eyes. She grinned at him and Thor, sitting beside her, gave his usual nod of approval. He nodded back to his brother and cheshired at Sif. She blinked at him and turned her head away. Perhaps she wasn't smiling at him, but who else could it be?

Finally, his bride came down the aisle.

She was wearing a tight white tunic to her feet. Gold jewelry covered her wrist and forearms and she had a bright gold necklace draped around her neck. Her black rimmed eyes blinked at him lazily. Her curls were pulled into the crown of her head and a snake barrette was wrapped around her bun. She was beautiful in a fiery and yet gentile way.

She stood in front of the Allfather bouncing on her heels and swaying like a bored child. Theoric's arm took hers and squeezed it for her to remain still. She turned her head and stared into his eyes and smirked. She mumbled something under her breath, but he couldn't hear her.

"Theoric Vindrson," Odin said. "Warrior of Asgard, Crimson Hawk, friend of my family and protector of the Nine Realms, do you swear to care for this woman, Sigyn Iwaldidottir as your wife and mother of your children for the rest of days?"

"I swear." Theoric's voice said. Sigyn's smirk curled.

"Do you swear to treat your wife as an equal to your love and dedication to Asgard?"

"I swear."

"Do you swear to father children for this kingdom and teach them the noble ways of Asgard."

"I swear."

Odin's eye snapped to Sigyn. She blinked up at him. "Sigyn Iwaldidottir, daughter of Freya and Iwaldi, native to the land of Vanahiemr, do you take Theoric to be your husband? Do you swear to love, honor and obey him until death separates you?"

"If I must-"

Freya's throat cleared loudly. Loki could see the older woman flashing her a dagger glare. Sigyn sighed and nodded. "Yes, Allfather. I swear."

"Do you swear to stay by his side through doom and peace?"

"I swear."

"Do you swear to bear him children and continue his family line?"

"I swear."

"Then I, Odin, Allfather, bind you as husband and wife."

Sigyn tossed the flowers to her sister Lofn who barely caught them. The woman mumbled under her breath. He was calm now. It was almost over. She would be his and there was nothing the Allfather could do. Theoric's right hand was held out to touch Sigyn's left. Their fingers wrapped around each other's wrists and a golden line of light danced around them from Odin's staff. Sigyn stared into Theoric's eyes. She narrowed them as if she were closing in on him. She was the nasty bully, pushing the weak child into the corner. Theoric, the big oaf, the dumb weak cotton ball.

Their hands glowed gold before the light disappeared. Sigyn and Theoric stared at their hands until Sigyn took his arm in her death grip and they walked down the aisle. The unenthusiastic faces blinked at them and the forced excited claps echoed throughout the hallway. Loki felt comfortable. He exhaled and let the stolen mask fall from his body. The claps slowly ceased as Theoric's tall muscular build became toned and slim. His long blonde hair had turned black and his blue eyes were a light green.

"LOKI!" Odin's voice rang through the hall as his staff came down. Iwaldi and Freya blinked at each other and Frigga had her hand over her mouth. For the most part everyone seemed to be in a state of shock.

Sigyn wasn't.

She exhaled a throaty cackle. It bounced off the wall and slapped the faces of the guests.

"Where's Theoric?" Someone asked in the distance.

"Is Sigyn married to him or to Theoric?"

"She is married to Loki!"

"No, no, no! She's married to Theoric!"

"Don't be a fool! The god of lies has her now."

"She should have the right to choose if she wants to be married to him or not!" That voice sounded like Syn's. "She was tricked!"

"What if she did know?"

"How could she know? He looked exactly like Theoric!"

"She laughed! She must know!"

"She's not well. She must think it's a joke."

"It's how the medications make her!" That voice was Freya's. "She's not well!"

"Then where's Theoric?"

"That's preposterous! How would she know?"

There were so many voices and questions being tossed from one side of the room to the other. Sigyn didn't seem to mind the chaos. His hand was resting at his side, but she wrapped her fingers loosely around his. He was shocked and turned to her. She nodded and he squeezed her fingers.

Odin slammed down his staff and the room was silenced.

"Leave. I wish to speak with my son." Odin said and it was done. A decent half of the population wanted to see Loki burn, he was sure of it, but the other half didn't want to witness Odin's wrath. Sigyn didn't move or hesitate. She remained still, standing before the Allfather in her expensive shoes and her fingers still clasped around Loki's.

Queen Frigga had her hand clasped in Thor's fearing the worse and Iwaldi and Freya still looked between their daughter and Loki in shock. Odin walked closer to the pair. Loki's first instinct was to step back, but he remained still.

"What have you done?" Odin growled from his throne.

"It was all in good fun." Loki nodded and blinked at his father in false innocence. Sigyn snickered at his petty excuse. He would've chuckled with her if he wasn't the direct path of Odin's fury.

"Good fun?" Odin parroted. His face was growing red and his voice grew hoarse and deep. "Your mother and I have tolerated your mischief for years, but this crosses the line! This is cruelty! You have plagued this family for long enough!"

Iwaldi spoke next. He stepped forward until he was eye level with the youngest prince. Loki stepped back to regain an ounce of his personal territory. Iwaldi ignored Loki's attempt and took another step forward. Loki began to accept his uncomfortable fate, but it wasn't easy as the stench of mead stung his nostrils and burned his eyes as the older man spoke.

"Are you truly so naïve you would disregard the wedding my wife and I had planned?" He didn't acknowledge it was Sigyn's wedding. Loki bit his inner cheek to keep from grinning. "Where's Theoric?" He demanded.

"Iwaldi." It was all Odin had to say before the man stepped away. Odin's eye came upon Loki.

"I have tolerated your tricks for years! I have consistently excused your deplorable excesses, but this has gone far enough! To impersonate yourself as someone else and marry another man's wife-"

"Father-"

"-You betrayed our trust and violated Sigyn's engagement-"

"Father-"

"-We taught you to have humility, manners, a sense of fairness and self-control, but you became an arrogant, cruel, thoughtless boy!" Odin's voice began to raise and bounce off the ceiling. His even toned, weary face turned red.

"Father-" Loki began again.

As Odin's anger grew, Loki could feel a swift punishment in store for him. He winced as his father's hand gripped around his staff and the golden metal gleamed light at the end.

"Odin, I believe a harsh punishment is in order." Freya spoke. Frigga's dark eyes widened and narrowed on the other woman. She finally spoke. Her hands unwrapped itself around her son's arm and looked into the eyes of the other mother.

"You are of no authority to recommend punishment to my son, Freya."

Loki felt assured.

Freya grinded her teeth and ran her pink tongue along her lips. "With all due respect, my Queen," Her voice was a rough calm. Loki could sense the claws from both mother extend further. "But your son ruined a sacred ceremony, he deserves to be punished."

"And what shall become of your daughter? A woman such as yourself should be honored to have the sights of the prince upon your quaint offspring."

If only they weren't too busy bickering to see Loki's head swell another inch.

Freya glared. "It would be an honor if she was approached by a prince strong enough to care for her," Her eyes glanced to Thor and then turned back to Frigga. "Oppose to the prince who would show her magic tricks-"

"Your slander must be the wine speaking for you. There have been rumors of wine twisting your words lately." Frigga stepped closer to her. Freya's jaw tightened, but she kept silent. Loki and Sigyn both snickered to themselves. Frigga shot them a poison look. Loki remembered her gaze was more frightening than his father's screaming. He was silenced immediately. Sigyn exhaled a few chuckles before ceasing.

The two women glared at each other until Freya looked the other way. It was silent for several unpleasant moments until Odin spoke.

"Loki Odinson, you have been deemed in this house to be a liar. You shall be punished harshly for your actions. The Isle of Silence seems fitting for you-"

As Loki felt a particular clench down there, a soft cough was uttered and disrupted Odin's train of thought. Sigyn opened her mouth. "I have something to say." She said.

"Hush, child!" Iwaldi snapped at her as if she was a barking dog, but she wasn't discouraged.

"Allfather," She began again. "It is my choice to marry who I please-"

"She would want Theoric." Freya spoke over her.

"Let her speak!" Loki snapped at her. Freya poked out her jaw and sucked in her cheeks. If she sucked far enough her jaw would've disappeared. Sigyn smiled at him and she continued.

"I choose to be married to your son." She spoke in a relaxed voice. "Allfather, you have bound Loki and I for life and to have the wedding annulled would be absurd. This is of my free will and sound mind." Iwaldi snorted at the mention of her sanity. "I'll even follow him into the Isle of Silence if I have to."

Odin's eye travelled to Loki. "There's no tricks intended, Father." Loki assured

"I vowed to be loyal and I shall stay with my husband." She said with a nod. Freya shook her head violently.

"No! I won't allow this charade to continue! There's always an exception to the rules!" She grabbed Sigyn by the arm roughly and dragged her away from Loki. She snatched her arm back and shoved the woman hard enough to move her, but not to hurt her.

"I have spoken, mother!"

"You are not healthy! You cannot make your own decisions!"

"I made my decision!" Loki had never heard her raise her voice, but it was piercing his ears. A voice from such a small woman he thought was no possible. "And besides I am married to a prince." She said. Her arm bent upward and her wedding finger held up for her mother to see clearly. "Besides, I am a princess now. Princess of Asgard and you are of no authority to order me, Freya."

Freya's voice was a false calm and sweet, but she walked toward her daughter. She placed a hand on each side of her face. "Oh, Sigyn. My little one, my darling girl, you don't know what you're walking into. I can see the end of this. It won't be pretty for you, darling and I don't want to see your heart broken. Now, come along and we'll find Theoric and-"

"I said no, mother! This is my decision." She said removing her mother's hands from her face. "This is my decision."

"Don't be a fool! He's lied before, do you believe you're any different?"

All eyes were centered on mother and daughter now. The room was so silent and still, one could hear the clinging of a pin dropping to the floor. Freya had all eyes kept on her daughter as she circled Sigyn. "Sigyn, don't let him deceive you, darling. He's the prince of lies and mischief, he only likes you for one reason, look at you. Skinny, untamed hair, dull eyes, erratic behavior, dim wits and thin lips, he sees a lack of confidence."

Loki disagreed. Sigyn had too much confidence despite her flaws. "He'll only hurt you in the end." She paused for a moment to read Sigyn's face. "You don't believe me? We shall wait and see. When he doesn't need you any longer you'll be gone as quick as that." Freya said snapping her fingers.

"I'll take my chances then."

"Do not come crying back. You won't be welcomed with open arms."

"I don't want to come back, Freya."

She stuck out her tongue and turned on her heel to walk to Loki. Freya's face turned beet red. Iwaldi held his wife's arm to keep her from lashing out at their daughter. The older woman resembled a snake when she became enraged. If the Allfather wasn't standing in front of her, she would've bruised his little flower. Loki without hesitation brought an arm around her waist and she wrapped an arm around her the back of his neck and her other hand rested on his chest.

Freya's jaw stiffened as the pair smirked at her. She sighed and glanced around the room.

"Do as you wish, Sigyn. You are no longer my burden." Her words were acid, but Sigyn seemed unmoved. Loki imaged a smaller version of Sigyn scampering around begging for attention only to be ignored for her more behaved sisters. He never felt pity for any being, but he something strongly for her.

Sigyn released her arms from around him, but held onto Loki's hand. "Allfather," She spoke in a false softness. Her round eyes glistened with tears and her hand was placed over her chest. She deserved the lead role in a performance. "If it will be your will, I ask of you not to punish Loki, but I ask of you as a wedding present to not harm him."

"You have grown into a strong woman." Odin admired. "As a child you showed strength. Come here, my daughter." Odin said the last words with regret milking from his tone. Sigyn let go of Loki's hand and her hand fell into Odin's. A golden light surrounded her body.

"I, Odin, Allfather of Asgard, ordain Sigyn, to become the goddess of fidelity." He saw her frown, but quickly erased it. When Odin let go of her hand her first duty as goddess she kicked off her shoes and ran to Loki. He barely caught her as she jumped into his arms with her legs and arms wrapped around him tightly.

Her parents scoffed and rolled their eyes. He could feel Sigyn's bare skin between her legs, her warmth and his solace. She pressed her lips to the corner of his mouth and her hand wrapped around one of his horns and slipped it from off the top of his head.

"I knew it was you." She whispered into his ear.

Once the newlywed couple was left alone, Sigyn became cold and gave him a haughty look from over her shoulder. Her brow furrowed and his scornful eyes examined her critically. She mumbled under her breath and turned her back to him. Sigyn removed her clothing as she paced her way to the bedroom. Loki glanced at her and she barely looked at him.

"Do not be overcome with emotion." She mumbled as she kicked off her shoes and unpinned her hair.

"I am not."

"I would rather be married to you other than that oaf. We had nothing in common. He left his armor all over the floor. I could not begin to tell you how many times I stubbed my toe and the stench was unbearable."

"Good." he said, watching her bare shoulders. The petite bones were visible through her skin. He had an urge to press his lips to them and suck on the skin till the white porcelain turned red and bruised. "I want you on your hands and knees."

"Yes, my Lord." She said, ripping off her wedding gown and disposing of it in the dark corner of the room. As he expected, she didn't wear anything under the thin tunic.

"And I don't want to see your face."

"Yes, my Lord."

She jumped on the bed and sprawled her arms and legs out on the bed. She waited patiently and tapping her foot against the sheets as he undressed. Loki saw out of the corner of his eye her fingers slide down her abdomen and between her legs. He didn't notice her staring until an auburn eye hazily looked into his. Her mouth parted and hung open slightly. She gasped and moaned.

His loins were twitching and he felt envious of her achieving an orgasm without him. He marched forward, his back straight and unashamed of his nakedness in front of her. He tucked his hand under her and flipped her over. She immediately sat up on her knees and propped her hands on the pillows.

He pushed into as hard as he could. She cried out, but he doubted it hurt her because she already wet. She threw her head back and her hair bounced with his movements. His hands gripped her shoulders tightly and bruised her skin. Their skin clapped together as he pushed deeper into her. A loud grunt was uttered as he hit her spot. He reached between her legs and rubbed her clit in quick circles. She pushed her bum higher for him to access. She felt so good, too good. He thought she was making sharp moans, but it was him.

He pulled out of her and flipped her over. He placed his hands on each side of her face and buried his head in her hair. Her finger tips traced his hairline and through his black locks. She looked almost like a little girl again with her bottom pink lip pushed out and her eyes blinking false innocence at him. He couldn't look at her. He pressed his nose into her hair and smelled the sweet honey and flowery pheromones.

He breathed heavily into her ear as he came. Before they were married, he immediately removed himself from her, but now he felt at ease to remain connected with her for several moments before falling on his back. She wrapped a finger around his hair and stuck it in her mouth. She wasn't just in the moment, she became the moment. She wanted to experience every touch, taste, smell, gaze and sound. It was what he loved—enjoyed about her.

"Where is Theoric?" She asked him as her eyes examined her new bedroom. Her hair was frizzy and hung past her hips. Several strands stuck to her skin from perspiration. Her ivory skin illuminated in the moonlight. It had a tint of blue.

Loki could feel his eyelids shut involuntarily and his breath evened. His left eye opened and he rubbed the side of his face to wake himself up. The claw marks in his chest and the bruises on his knees were well worth it, but left a bittersweet sting.

"I honestly do not know." He lied.

"I do not believe you, King of Lies." He liked the title. "What have you do with him?"

At least she didn't ask this during sex.

He didn't say anything until Sigyn's thighs rest themselves along his. She pushed him further into the bed and grinded against him. He bit into his bottom lip.

"He's dead." Loki uttered through a sigh. His voice was low and cautious and he watched her reaction.

Sigyn looked excellent with the moonlight shining down upon her. Her eyes narrowed and the kohl rubbed around her eyes to resemble a mask. She grew pale and swung her leg to kneel beside him. He waited for her to respond. He wanted to touch her, to place his head in her hair and breathe in the oils once again. He reached out to run his hands along her stomach and bring one of her longer strands to his nose.

Honey and violets sewn into auburn locks.

"Place your hands on my hips." She placed one leg back on either side of his body. His let his hands drift up and down her hips again. "Tell me how."

"How?"

"How he died. I want to know."

"As a Crimson Hawk, it is his duty to protect Asgard and so he did. Valiantly I might add. Geirrodur and his trolls caused havoc amongst the Æsir. I just let the word slip for the creatures to pay particularly careful attention to Theoric."

"And?"

"And they beat him to death. The damn man was still alive after so much. He died before he got to the healing room. He thought he would not miss the wedding, everything went according to plan. The servants should be flogged for taking so long for the word to come back to you." Loki added dryly. "But it's good I was there to take his place. The show must go on."

Sigyn was quiet. She placed her chin on his chest and looked him in the eye. "Poor Theoric," She sighed. "It must've hurt to be beaten to death by trolls. He has no family, nothing. I was his everything. He wouldn't let me forget it. He told me every single day. He talked of us having a family. Poor man, poor fool." She shrugged her shoulders. "Oh well."

Oh well? That was all. He smirked. She would make the perfect wife to him as long as she was loyal. She was now the goddess of fidelity, she had no other option. He shook his head and pushed his tangled hair back. He knew that a simple title wasn't going to change the wild rose he had taken to be his wife. She was a strange spirit that could not be tamed.

"Why did you do it?" she asked.

He honestly didn't know. It was the spur of the moment decision. Was it jealousy, more than likely? It could also possibly be lust. He wanted her at all hours to be available for him alone. She was a ghost within his life. She haunted him. She came in and out whenever she was truly needed. He married her and he still couldn't come to the conclusion himself.

Was it love?

No. He didn't love her.

It was rare Asgardians married for such a silly thing like love. What did love really mean? His mother and father were married when they were significantly younger than Sigyn and himself. They grew into their loyalty and love.

He stared at the wild haired beauty and pictured her growing older with white hair, her skin sagging and her eyes weary. He would be just as old, resting next to her. His breaths growing shorter and shorter and it would be only a matter of time as he awaited Valhalla or Hel.

"Please do not stare at me." Sigyn said, breaking his concentration.

It was hard to imagine such a thing. He hadn't even kissed her yet. He couldn't bring himself to. Kisses were sweet gestures. Thin and full round lips pressing against each other in a fiery burst of passion and lust, slimy, wet tongues exploring through the opposite's dark caves and teeth biting down on the bottom of a fat lip. Maybe his hands would find her breasts or farther between her legs. Then he could capture her scent on his fingers long after their tangled glistening bodies had separated and returned themselves to their collected and previous state. A kiss could lead to all of this. Such an attachment was nonsense. He had no need for such things.

"I meant what I said, Loki." There is was. She said his name again.

He brought his hand to massage his temples. He smelled her musky feminine scent on his dried fingertips. His insides were warmed and he could go another round with her.

"And stop smiling. You resemble a jackal when you smile." He hadn't realized he was grinning. He didn't wipe it from his face, her annoyance fueled his desire. His pulse was racing and he could feel his manhood lose blood.

"I am a God of Mischief."

"I know."

"As my wife you are to be loyal to your husband."

"I know."

"You will likely take part in my fun."

"I plan to."

Now she was smiling.

FIN