Valentine's Day

Sigyn reads up on Valentine's Day while Loki wreaks havoc and plans a number of surprises. LokixSigyn. Post-Mischief, Magic and Fidelity, Pre-Losing Him. Fluff, fluff, fluff. Twoshot.

Chapter One: A Prank

          Sigyn was sat in her and Loki’s corner of the library, her legs crossed and a book in her hands. Loki had warned her away from the palace earlier that day. He’d said it with a glint in his eyes that made her think of mischief to come; and, with that, she’d left him to his business, pitying whoever was on the receiving end of his plans.
          She’d gone to the library to occupy herself and had found her way to a rarely-used part of the library. There she had found a number of books on Midgardian history and traditions; she’d always been fascinated by those things. She liked Midgardian fiction, but their traditions were something else.
          She’d looked through a number of books before she came across the one that she was now reading. This was on Midgardian holidays. She’d read about Christmas, Hanukkah and something nicknamed Pancake day before coming across a holiday called Valentine’s Day.
          Now this one gripped her attention. The history of it had something to do with a Saint, his death and a number of religions fighting each other. It almost seemed a little silly; but the celebration that followed into the modern day intrigued Sigyn. She couldn’t help but like the idea of celebrating the love between two people. That made her smile at least.
          Though the expression did not last long as a commotion distracted her. After a small noise, she looked up from her book to find her husband striding into view from behind a row of shelves. He looked a little too pleased with himself for Sigyn not to be suspicious.
          “What did you do?” she asked quickly.
          He put a hand on his chest and feigned shock.
          “What did I do? Nothing. Nothing at all,” he answered coolly.
          She narrowed her eyes at him. She wasn’t stupid enough to believe that.
“In fact,” he continued. “I’ve been here with you the entire morning.”
          “Loki,” she said, her tone warning.
          He just rolled his eyes and conjured a chair beside his wife with a wave of his hand. Loki took a seat and placed a kiss on her cheek, hoping to wipe away the hard expression she wore.
          “Just humour me,” he whispered.
          Sigyn sighed and replied, “Only if humouring you doesn’t land me in trouble whatever trouble you’re about to be in.”
          He chuckled.
          “Of course not, little Sigyn. I would never do that to you.”
          “Liar,” she smiled.
          He inclined his head.
          “You know me too well. Now, if we’re going to make this convincing, then I should like to know what we have been reading this morning.”
          She smiled and shook her head slowly, sliding the open book towards him. His eyes scanned the page for a moment before he looked back at his wife curiously.
          “Valentine’s Day?” he asked, an eyebrow raised.
“What?” Sigyn asked. “Midgardian traditions interest me, surely you know that.”
          Loki shrugged. He had known that, but he hadn’t really thought about it much.
“Well they do,” she confirmed.
          “Seems interesting that you have stopped on this page in particular,” he noted.
          She frowned a little.
          “Not really, it’s just where I got up to before you arrived.”
          “So you’re not hinting at something then, love?”
          She tilted her head and regarded him. She couldn’t work out what he was thinking. Did he think that she was trying to get him to do something? No, she thought. That would be ridiculous; I didn’t even known that he would be showing up so he can’t think that I planned that.
          “Hardly,” she murmured.
          “Shame,” he replied quietly.
          Before she had even had time to consider the meaning behind that, another commotion distracted her. This time it was Thor. Of course, that was a surprise. Thor rarely ever paid a visit to the library. One look at him was enough to explain exactly why he was there though.
          He was covered in, well, there was no other word that Sigyn could use to describe it, slime. A green slime to be exact. His usually red and flowing cape was trailing the gungy substance across the floor of the library like a line of congealing paint.
          The rest of his clothes were much the same, dripping with the stuff. But it was Thor’s face that had Sigyn’s mouth dropping open. He had obviously tried to wipe away the substance from his face and it was now smeared across his skin, making him look like some green-skinned lizard monster.
          “Loki!”
          The Thunder God’s eyes were set on her husband.
          “Thor,” Loki said, amusement clear in his voice. “I must say you’re looking a little green today, are you feeling well?”
          Sigyn stared at him. Certainly, Loki had told her to stay out of the palace, but then he’d brought the aftermath of his mischief trailing right after her.
          “You think this is amusing, brother?”
          “Now that you mention it, your choice of attire today is leaving something to be desired.”
          “You did this, Loki; don’t try to deny it.”
          Loki feigned shock again and Sigyn rolled her eyes.
          “Now you know that I am one to own up to my work, brother, but I have been here with Sigyn all morning.”
          Thor grunted in anger.
          “Do not lie to me, Loki. I am covered in this... liquid, and of all its qualities, it is green. Your colour. What do you say to that?”
          Loki shrugged.
          “Nothing much. If you don’t believe my story, then ask my wife.”
          Both princes looked to Sigyn and she froze. Oh no, she thought. Luckily, she was saved from giving an answer by another interruption. At the sight of the Archive Keeper, Sigyn put her head in her hands. All she had wanted to do was read this morning. Now, after a good yelling at, she was quite sure that she, Loki and Thor were about to be thrown out of the library and refused entry for quite some time.
          “If I get thrown out of here for this, I’m going to kill you,” Sigyn whispered to her husband with a frown.
          Loki smirked before turning his attention to the grouchy old man.
          “What on Asgard is this?” the Archive Keeper yelled, pointing at the trail Thor had left behind him.
          Sigyn didn’t look up from her hands; she figured that this was a mess to be dealt with by the princes. She was just an innocent bystander in all of this, after all. Except for the fact that she knew that the Archive Keeper wouldn’t see it that way. She was with the two men now, and she would be dealt with just as they were.
          Loki said nothing, but Thor didn’t hesitate to reply, “My brother has so kindly covered me in this slime, and I have come to deal with him-”
          “And you have so kindly covered my floor in it also, now how do you suppose that I deal with that?” the Archive Keeper bit back.
          Loki smirked as a frown found Thor’s expression.
          “That is a matter for later,” he replied, turning back to his brother. “Loki, I demand an apology.”
          “And I demand that you get out!”
          Thor scowled.
          “I am Thor, you do not give me orders.”
          “I bloody well do whilst you’re in my library! Now get out, you green-slime-trailing, overly-loud thunder god! This is my domain, and not yours. Go!”
          With that, he ushered Thor away, creating another slimy trail in the process.
          “Saved by the grumpy old man,” Sigyn whispered.
          “He’ll be back,” Loki smirked. “And I suggest that we are gone by the time he gets here.”
          She nodded. She didn’t much fancy being the target of the Archive Keeper’s wrath if there was any chance of getting out of it- particularly when she had nothing to do with whatever had set him off. So Loki put his arms around his wife and magicked them away making sure that they reappeared in their rooms.
          “What exactly did you do to Thor?” Sigyn asked as Loki released her. “And what was that stuff?”
          Loki grinned.
          “A trickster never tells.”
          Then he disappeared again. She stared after him for a moment and then shook her head. She wasn’t surprised at all that he’d disappeared; he often did that. Little did she know, however, that Loki had only vanished to pick up the book that she had been reading earlier.