Loki's missing wife part 3 Loki and Sigyn

Part three:

Time for Loki seemed to pass slowly; he played chess with his gradually healing wife, read to her and told her all the news and gossip of Asgard. The god of mischief quickly found that he truly enjoyed making Sigyn laugh by telling her as many silly stories or stupid rumours as he was aware of.

It took some time but eventually Thor and Tony had found Sigyn’s staff and returned it to her, this had helped the lady greatly as it made it easier for her to tap into her magic, this had meant in turn that Sigyn begin to heal quicker and with more precision than before. Thor also informed Loki that the sect which had taken his wife, were either dead or in prison, the god of mischief had taken this news with an equanimity which surprised Thor. The thunder god however was grateful for his brothers acceptance of the Midgardians form of justice for the men who had harmed his wife, as Loki bent on revenge would as he well knew not have been a pretty thing for those involved in taking Sigyn from the dark haired god.

The god of mischief found himself completely enjoying spending time like this with his wife, he had never felt so relaxed or at peace before. The other immortals and even Jane were now having a hard time saying the dark haired immortal was the same as he had been before this incident with Sigyn had occurred. Yes he would still cause mischief but it was nothing which could be seen as evil or undeserved, whatever mess Loki created was usually fairly simple to sort out after and it soon became apparent that the black haired god’s new version of mischief tended to teach the person he did the mischief upon a usually well deserved lesson.

It was several more months before Sigyn’s badly broken bones were fully healed, her cuts scars and bruises were long gone. The lady’s deep brown hair had slowly grown back down to where it had originally been which was at her waist. The goddess’s strength was increasing every day but she still had a long way to go. It took almost a year before she even felt able to stand, even then Loki had to support her and Sigyn could only manage to stay up right for short periods of time.

During this passage of time the goddess had finally convinced her husband to share a bed with her again and it was quiet clear when people noticed the goddess, that she was very happy to have her husband both back in her life and her bed again.

Loki was the ever attentive husband always at her side refusing to leave his wife for most of the time, and when he did leave her to perform his duties as the god of mischief he would leave her in the care of Thor or Frigg. The dark haired immortal also made sure that he returned from his duties to Sigyn’s side as soon as he possibly could.

Carefully Loki helped his wife to stand in their rooms as he did as often as he could, Sigyn held on nervously to his hand trying to keep her balance and leaning slightly on the arm round her holding her other hand from the side. “That it Sigyn your getting so much better at this.”

“I feel so stupidly weak.”

“You are doing much better especially since you received your staff back.”

“I know I am Loki, I just hate not being able to do anything.”

“I know love, I know.” Loki said with a tone of complete understanding to his voice. “But you are getting stronger.”

“Would it be too much to ask you to help me to go down to the gardens? I would love the change of scene.” Sigyn asked her husband hopefully looking outside wistfully.

“I think I can manage that lady wife.” The god said with a twinkle of mischief to his eyes as he moved to quickly sweep the goddess up into his arms. Sigyn let out a small started noise, before bringing her arms up round Loki’s neck, the blue eyed immortal looked down on his wife his eyes still alight with joy. “Shall we?”

“Yes please.”

The two left their rooms, Loki walked through the castle carrying his wife and anyone who noticed them smiled at the pair as they went passed calling out cheerful greetings which Loki and Sigyn returned. Soon they were out in the garden; the god carefully settled his wife onto a bench and then sat down beside her. The two immortals sat side by side in a perfectly unified silence; eventually it was Loki who looking down at the brown haired goddess next to him spoke. “You were right; this is a lovely change of scenery for both of us.”

“See I do know best.” Sigyn said raising her brows at her husband and grinning.

Loki couldn’t stop the laughter which escaped him. “Yes this is true you do my love.”

Slowly the goddess lays her head onto the shoulder of her husband; the god put his arm round his wife and held her gently. Silence falls over the pair again, they sit together just enjoying each other’s company. As the evening falls Loki once again takes his wife into his arms and returns inside to their rooms with her once more. These trips to the garden became a more regular occurrence between the pair; it was here that the goddess and god set about starting on her walking lessons. Sigyn would lean on her husband with his arm round her and they would take short walks between the various benches of the garden.

Soon Loki was carefully letting go of her so that Sigyn could try walking alone, but he was always hovering close to her in case his wife fell. Slowly and surely Sigyn began to walk by herself, however eve this was a slow process and the goddess still had to lean on her husband regularly.

It was several weeks after this during one of Sigyn and Loki’s visits to the garden that Odin with Jane beside him approached the god of mischief and his wife. As they came over towards the pair of immortals they looked up from their position on a bench to the king of the gods and the mortal lady, it was Odin who addressed Sigyn and Loki. “My son, there has been much discussion over what should happen with too you. Your wife is much better but it is clear that she still has some way to go so you will not need to leave her yet. However the change in you has been very marked, all the immortals and even Jane have noticed it. So as I promised you will not go back to your cell, instead you will be released into the care of your wife. Sigyn do you agree to take care of your husband and to try as best as you can to keep him in line?”

With a nod the goddess answered the question. “I will do what I can king of the gods, but it must always be remembered that my husband is the god of mischief and there will be times that he must due his duty as such.”

“This I know daughter, we can accept the way he has been causing mischief recently and you Loki do you accept this arrangement.”

“Yes father I do.” He said taking his wife’s hand in his and squeezing it affectionately.

“Good, do not make me regret allowing you this, my son.” Odin told him very seriously.

“I will not my father this situation has helped me to see the error of my ways and the pain I have been causing. I want nothing more now than to leave peacefully with my wife and perhaps start a family.”

With satisfied nods from both the king of the gods and Jane they left Loki and his wife alone again, the two immortals turned to look at each other. The god of mischief gave his wife a relived smile. “I meant that, I want to stay with you, I want to start a family with you. I shall do my best not to cause you any trouble, I do not want to bring you any more pain or humiliation my love.”

“You will always be my mischievous devil and I can live with that. I love you Loki, you have been with me all this time, you have helped me as a husband should and I could not be more proud of you love.” Slowly the two leant into each other and shared a short kiss.
As they move apart Loki looked down into the dark eyes of the lady and smiled at her softly. “I cannot wait until you are fully well my love.”

“Oh why is that my husband?”

“Well the sooner you have recovered the sooner we can start on that family.” Loki said with a devilish grin on his face, Sigyn laughed slightly before reaching up and swatting him playfully on the shoulder. “Loki!”

“What...?” He asked with fake innocence.

The lady rolled her eyes at the god. “Honestly only you could say that.”

“Well don’t you want a family?”

“Of cause I do.”

“Then my comment is valid.”

The goddess let out a sigh; trust her husband to be able to turn any conversation round like this. “Well my love I will confess that I think I am quite well enough for you attentions.”

Loki raised both brows at such a forthright comment coming from his usually shy wife. “Well then my dear, shall we retire?”

“That sounds very appealing.” The goddess answered him with a wide smile.

Quickly the blue eyed god stood, before turning back to face Sigyn carefully Loki lifted his wife from the bench they had just been sitting on and into his arms. With a gentle laugh the goddess placed her arms round her husband and let him carry her back inside to their chambers.

It was to be noted by all the immortals of Asgard and the mortals of Midgard that Loki kept his word to Odin. Even after the period of the dark haired gods punishment passed and he was declared free, with his wife there beside Loki to ground him he was like a new man. He was still a mischievous playful sprite, who was capable of lying and tricking. However the blue eyed god’s change to a less destructive stance with his powers stayed constant, this was unless he needed to use them for such means for the good of Asgard and even then he would only use his destructive force of his power if asked by Thor or Odin.
Once she was fully well the goddess also kept her word, teaching Loki to turn his pendent into it’s true form of a staff. The magic it contained shed a glorious golden and green light when the god used it and as Sigyn liked to remind Loki it represented the light which now dwelt within him. The blue eyed immortal understandably became proud of this new power, he stood straighter and felt nobler with his new staff then he ever had with any other weapon by his side.

The dark haired immortals urge to better Thor had vanished, eclipsed completely by his love and involvement with Sigyn and their ever growing family. Loki did not mourn the loss of his ambitions; he celebrated instead, he had found things which he had though besting Thor would bring him through his love for his wife and family peace, and a place where he belonged. The god of mischief knew without any question that was king in the heart of his wife, and Loki was able to admit that she in turn was the queen of his which if he told the truth at least to himself was really all that should have mattered to him from the start.