Sigyn, Gudinna Trogen (sigyn) wrote in deities_dot_com, @ 2012-12-12 20:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~loki, ~sigyn |
Ante-meridiem (tag: Loki)
Sigyn's front was pressed against a block of ice. Or maybe it was just the cold wall of a cave. She didn't want to open her eyes to find out for certain. Instead she tried to move closer to the fire that was warming her butt and back. Rolling over wouldn't help, in fact it would be worse. Because her backside was already so warm, it would seem that much colder when turned away from the source of heat. Wiggling a bit, still not really awake, she tried to get warmer without getting burned. But what she ran into wasn't a fire at all. It was a body.
Loki.
Sigyn relaxed when the knowledge filtered into her sleep-muddled brain. She'd woken this way before, half of her sweating, the other half of her freezing. Trying to sleep next to a fire-giant was an odd exercise in temperature control. So frequently, as the air under the bedding warmed until it was nearly uncomfortable, without waking, her body would attempt to cool down and covers would be kicked off. Or half kicked off. And she would wake like this.
There was really only one solution: she rolled over, automatically pulling the blanket back up to cover her back side. That would keep her butt from getting too chilled. And she pressed in closer to Loki, one arm sliding around him so that she could get as much heated contact to her frozen bits as possible. In the back of her mind was a fuzzy thought that was jumping up and down to get noticed, but Sigyn was still doing her best to avoid full consciousness so she ignored it in favor of laying her cheek against her husband.
This was one of those times she was pleased that he slept in the raw. She liked the feel of his skin against her, the way there was nothing between them. It had caused a few awkward mornings when the boys were small, but...
The boys.
The boys were gone. Her brain woke up with a snap and filled in the missing years. The capture. The loss. The imprisonment. The escape. Sigyn felt tears seep out from beneath her still-closed eyelids. Coming from sleep, she hadn't had the time to prepare herself, to put up the defensive walls she'd built to deal with the sharp pain that came with the memory of her sons. She buried her face against Loki, struggling not to cry outright.
Loki. It had been so long since she'd been able to sleep with him like this. Not since that awful day. No, before that, because he'd run, trying to protect them. She hadn't been able to snuggle against him in the morning since that stupid feast. And after they'd escaped, they'd only really had a few days between Loki's visits to see Hel for various reasons. So this was both old and new at the same time. She'd missed it, even the parts where bits of her froze or baked in the middle of the night.
But he'd come home with her after the mixer, and he'd stayed with her. Sigyn's arm around him tightened, inhaling his familiar scent, warming herself against the heat of his body. That hadn't changed at least. Everything else they'd lost, had taken from them, they at least had this back. She had him back.
And while she wanted to find Bragi, while she knew that helping Idun would drive Loki, she wasn't willing to give this up again. Ever. She'd lost too much, she refused to lose Loki too. So they were going to find a way to help the apple maiden together. No more of this separating bullshit.
She just wasn't letting him go.