Soulbonds and Fairy Dust

Chapter 37

"Anything else you'd like to know?" she asked, enjoying his company and the conversation. It was nice to relax after everything they'd been through over the last few days.

"Since you're part fae, how does that affect what you can and cannot do? I know fae cannot lie but what fae rules don't exactly apply to you, since you are also Asgardian?"

"I'm more... open with the rules than the other fae. I can tell lies, though it's hard. I'm also more lenient about being thanked and such. Also less cruel than most of the fae, or every oath said in my presence would be binding," she shrugged. "I haven't tested my immunity to iron, nor do I care to do so,"

Loki nodded. "At least you have the ability to lie. Though the fact that you are also a walking lie detector is slightly annoying when I am the gods of lies," he grumbled good naturally.

Sig giggled. "Yes, that would be annoying to you," she teased him, laughing at his indignant expression. "And I have the ability, though I don't do it well, so I tend not to. But the inability to lie doesn't hinder the fae from deceit. It's quite possible and an honored skill to be able to lie with the truth,"

"I have heard that they do that quite frequently. They love to twist the truth to their needs," Loki made a face. He didn't approve. He preferred flat out lies, but that made sense since he was the god of them.

"That they do," she agreed. "It's a game to them,"

"I'm sure," he grumbled. "I prefer to outright lie than to deal with twisting the truth," he made a face. He really didn't approve of twisting the truth as opposed to lying.

She giggled. "Good luck with that with a walking lie detector around," she teased.

He grumbled. "I'm the god of lies who cannot lie. How ironic," he teased.

"As long as you're not trying to lie to me, I see no reason to tell anyone you're lying," she reminded him logically. There really was no reason to tell on him if he wasn't hurting her or a few select others.

"I can live with that," he told her warmly. He summoned the other healing potion from Frigga when her wine glass was empty and handed it to her. "I was supposed to give you this after dinner," Loki said sheepishly. He'd forgotten about it while they talked and enjoyed their evening. "You are still healing," he reminded her gently.

Sig made a face and sighed. "Arguing with you is useless, isn't it?" she grumbled.

He nodded with a warm smile, glad that she was catching on. "Completely useless," he agreed.

"Fine," she huffed and drank the healing potion, making another face at it and its taste. She knew she needed it, though. She still had a lot of recovering to do. Her eyes started fluttering almost as soon as she'd finished the vial. "Hate that stuff..." she murmured as she fought the losing battle to stay awake.

"Rest, darling. You need it," Loki told her gently as he moved to lift her, heated blanket and all, into his strong arms. She was light enough for him to carry easily.

"You're standing guard?" she murmured before she let her eyes close all the way. She hated being helpless and being in a drugged sleep completely counted as helpless.

"I will be here the whole time. I will not leave you," Loki reassured her gently.

She nodded and laid her head on his shoulder, succumbing to the pull of the healing potion and was dead asleep in moments. Loki stayed nearby reading the books on the fae his mother had left for him.