Loki of Vanaheim (Part 3)

Two Together (SIGYN)

The energy between us while we strolled south to our home sent rushes through my heart of euphoria. Grid called it hygge. I called it love.

Loki played with my left hand and stole the odd glance every few steps, but we otherwise walked in silence as the music and laughter faded behind us. I preferred it. His unspoken satisfaction was worth more than any of his poetic words, which he was more than capable of spinning into spells. His eloquence couldn't capture the depth of his green gaze, the wisdom of his age, or the beauty of his naked form—slender, strong, and all mine. I was proud to carry his legacy, and humbled by how inebriated he appeared after our last kiss, precisely the same expression he held after our first.

Once our home was straight ahead in the darkness, untouched by the orange glow of the large bonfire, he squeezed my fingers anew. "Come around the back with me."

"You're going to run out of things to surprise me with someday, you know."

"That is a certainty. But not tonight."

Behind our round hut was a bench I hadn't yet seen—made of strong timber and wide enough for two. It hung by a chain on either side to tall poles, which must've been dug deep into the ground. It swayed in the silent wind.

"A swing?" I asked, though my grin gave away my excitement.

He only brought me to the front of it. "Think you can manage getting on?"

"Shouldn't be too hard," I said. While he held it still, I hopped in and scooted against the back. Had I sat in it alone, I would've had to choose the center—with him primed to join me, I tried not to feel anxious by the generous tipping.

He climbed in on my right side and lay his arm across the back, allowing me to fall into his arm. In the quiet of the night, secluded and peaceful, Loki and I rocked beneath the unfamiliar stars.

I sighed a happy note. "Still say your romance is mischief, my love?"

"Of course it is." He kissed my temple and rubbed my arm. "Someday, I hope we can use this as refuge whenever we are desperate for time alone. It's close enough to hear if they were to fuss inside."

"You know, for a man who wasn't raised for such a life, you're more prepared than I. If it wasn't for the women in the fortress, I wouldn't have the first clue how to take care of them." I rubbed my belly, unsurprised by the babes' quietness. They regularly slept at this hour. "Without you, I'm not sure what we would do."

"Good thing you'll never have to worry about that, then." His index finger directed my face in a practiced pull of my attention, which was welcome and predictable.

We kissed like young lovers and enjoyed the growing passion of one another. Our hands found comfortable places—his in my hair, mine on his shoulders—which helped us feel close while not disturbing the swing's rhythm. His fresh scent enveloped me, blending with the faint smoke to make a distinct musk that set my heart ablaze.

Our time to be alone together, man and wife with no one else, was running out. I had few chances to satisfy his needs before we'd be forced to abstain, if I understood the gifts from the women correctly.

Best not to waste a single moment. Even this one.

Loki bridled himself and didn't offer more than his thin but learned lips. I wasn't as capable of restraint. My hand moved to his inner thigh and walked my fingers north. The corresponding whines under my breath would surely be signal enough of what I wanted.

He pulled away and halted my hand where it was, just shy of the tent in his trousers. "W-wait...last time—"

"It was nothing. A cramp is all. Please let me finish what we started earlier." I rubbed my nose against his while I begged. "Let me reward all you've done for us both."