Sigyn, Gudinna Trogen (sigyn) wrote in history_dot_com, @ 2014-09-09 16:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~frigg, ~sigyn |
Caught! (tag: Frigg)
Note: after this
Sigyn swallowed a sigh as she quietly closed the door behind her and stepped into the pre-dawn dimness just outside Loki's hall. It wasn't getting any easier. Each time she had to leave him, she took longer and longer to say goodnight. And it wasn't just the kisses that were starting to linger. It literally took longer to say goodnight, because they spent so much time talking and laughing and teasing, and even on the way to the door, things they'd forgotten to say to one another would crop up and need to be addressed. Then they'd talk a bit more, even as she was trying to make herself leave.
And there were the lingering kisses. They were as wonderful and as stirring as they'd been since the very first moment her lips had met his. Though they had refrained from going any further than they had that day near the cold spring. In fact, they hadn't gotten anywhere near as far as they'd gone that day, much to Sigyn's disappointment. But she'd nearly broken one promise that day, before giving him another, and now there was no way she was backing down on either of them.
He needed time to be certain of her, and after gaining a small understanding of what had happened between him and someone that she suspected was Sif, Sigyn couldn't deny him that chance. So she didn't push, despite her desires. Eventually, probably, hopefully, Loki would trust that she wasn't going to run or hurt him, and then... then there would be a lot more than kissing. Sigyn was looking forward to that.
In the mean time, though, she was getting to spend time with the man she loved. Long nights full of laughter and teasing. And painting his headboard, making him meals, trying to keep his fingers out of the cookie dough, playing hnefatafl, and more laughter. So much laughter. There were nights she went home where her sides ached, her cheeks hurt, and she had a headache from all the giggling. And there were nights she went home with a heart so full of love and hope and aching longing because the laughter was interspersed with deep conversation.
Tonight had been one of those nights. Loki had given her a great deal to think about, and she knew when they met again, he'd ask for her opinions. He didn't let her hide from difficult topics, he challenged her and made her expand her way of looking at things. He was amazing, and just knowing him made her life so much more interesting, more challenging, more fulfilling. He made her life better.
It was with the conversation of the previous night filling her brain that Sigyn took the now familiar steps on the route she'd planned to take her back towards the maidens' hall. As she had done on other nights when she had stayed a bit too long, she had no intention of actually going into the hall. Rather she would head to the main room where the spinning and weaving were done, where she would curl up in a chair to sleep. When asked, she'd say, as she'd done before, that she'd stayed up late trying to practice her stitches, and must have dropped off when it got too late. It was easier than trying to sneak into a room full of waking women unnoticed.
Perhaps it had become too familiar, maybe it had been done by rote so many times, that she wasn't paying as much attention as she should have been. By the time she heard the approaching footsteps, it was too late. To duck behind a wall or tree at this point would look suspicious. So the only option was to continue on, brazenly, as though she had nothing to hide. And to come up with a plausible story as quickly as possible, and hope that whoever it was did not notice that she was literally steps away from the home of a man others considered an incorrigible womanizer.