Oh he was such a tease! She knew that he'd done that deliberately. He looked right at her mouth, then past her. It was just like the non-kiss at the feast. And she'd have totally responded the same way if he hadn't reached out to touch her then.
He'd acted as though he was going to move her out of the way, but he didn't, and really, she didn't care because his hands were on her and where he touched heat bloomed under her skin. She wanted to lean into him, to press against his touch more firmly. And she wanted to retort that if he wanted to help, he could do more with his hands than that.
But those words never came out of her mouth, because his mouth went to her shoulder and kissed there. His lips on her skin became a melting point that spread down and out through her body, making her feel at first hollow, then filling with a molten iridescence that was light and tight at the same time. How did she get him to do that again? She wanted him to kiss her bare skin again. All of it. All of it.
Then his mouth was on her own, and the kiss she gave back to him was full of the longing and desire that he'd created. Not only with what he'd done to her just now, but all of it, from the beginning. All the fighting and adventure and denial, all the waiting and frustration and yearning, all of it added up to what Sigyn was feeling right then. And the last thing she wanted Loki to do was to stop kissing her, so she slid both hands into his hair to hold on while she gave into the very strong urges that only he caused.
She lifted her lips, just the barest fraction, just for half a heartbeat, to whisper, "I missed you." And then she kissed him again. He wasn't getting away so easily this time.