Just a bunch of fluffy Loki/Sigyn outtakes from a longer fanfiction I'm currently developing.
They all take place about a hundred years before the first Thor movie and show snippets of Loki's and Sigyn's relationship. Might be merged with my longer fiction if I ever get to finish it, but for now: enjoy them as they are ;)

Rating is for sexual innuendo, not for graphic description.

Loki was woken by a soft knocking on his door. For a moment he was a little disoriented, then he felt the warm weight on his side. Sigyn was lying half on top of him, one arm thrown possessively across his bare chest, her legs twined around his. As much as he normally loved the feeling of her naked body in the morning, now it posed a not so small problem to him, because the knocking on his door just wouldn't stop and he needed to get out of bed. He carefully lifted her arm and disentangled his long legs from hers. Fortunately she did not wake up, instead snuggling deeper into the covers. Loki took a moment to admire this extraordinary woman that had taken up such a big place in his heart and in his bed, until another quick rapping turned his head around again. He strode over, not caring about his unclothed state, and opened the door just wide enough to scowl at the portly servant outside.

"What is it at this ungodly hour?"

If he added a little snarl at the end, it was totally the servant's fault for waking him up.

"I-I-I am sorry, Your Highness, but your father the King has called for an immediate council meeting concerning a new tax system and awaits your arrival."

"Tell him I'll be there shortly." Loki replied curtly and closed the door in the servant's face.

For a moment he stood next to the door, cursing his bad luck. He really did not want to go to this council meeting when he had a very beautiful, very adventurous and very naked woman in his bed. But an express command by the King could not just be ignored. With a mighty huff of exasperation Loki trudged back towards the bed and managed to locate his trousers. He bent down, his back to the bed, and picked them out from under a heap of discarded clothing when he heard an appreciative hum from the direction of the slowly moving pile of covers behind him. He turned, one eyebrow cocked, and looked into Sigyn's sleepy but happy face, her golden eyes glittering out from half-closed eyelids.

"What? I'm just enjoying the view." A smile spread her lips and she even batted her eyelashes at him in a mockingly innocent way. With a matching smile and a shake of his head Loki tried to find the rest of his clothes after wriggling into his trousers.

"What was all that noise about, anyway?" Sigyn asked with a still slightly sleepy voice.

Meanwhile, Loki had found his tunic and slipped it over his head. Then he made the mistake of turning towards the bed just when Sigyn sat up and stretched, not unlike a cat. The trickster god's thought process was seriously disrupted at the sight of her pale skin with the trail of small red love bites from her neck down towards her breasts. The way she stretched her arms over her head just served to accentuate her curves. Her dishevelled white hair framed her face and hung loosely down her back. He must have been staring for quite a while because she started snapping her finger in front of his face.

"What? I'm just enjoying the view." he smirked. She rolled her eyes at his cheekiness.

"I asked you a question before you were so busy ogling me."

"Ah, yes, right. My father has called for a council meeting, something about taxes. Have you seen my coat somewhere?"

He had located and donned his vest, but could not find his leathern overcoat. Sigyn sat up straighter, with the soft dark green silk covers pooling around her waist, and let her gaze wander through his bedroom. She snickered and wordlessly pointed towards the door, where the wanted piece of clothing had been unceremoniously dumped the last evening in their scramble to get to the bed.

While Loki walked over to the door he asked over his shoulder: "When do you have to be at the libraries today?"

"Theoric said he doesn't need me before mid-day. So I think I'll just stay a little while and revel in your marvellously soft bedding."

Loki, now fully clothed, whisked around and stalked back to the bed, where he loomed over Sigyn's reclining form. She smirked up at him and let her hands wander over his bed linens in an imitation of the way she usually raked them over his body. Loki put one of his knee on the mattress and leaned over her, his arms resting on either side of her upper body.

"Do you even want me for me or just for my silk sheets?" he purred into her ear.

"Why, your sheets of course. Though you are a nice addition to them, sometimes." Sigyn replied impishly and pulled him down by his lapels. Their lips smashed together, her fingers immediately finding their way into his hair and mussing it thoroughly. He retaliated by letting his hands roam over the sensitive skin on her sides and belly. Sigyn hummed deep in her throat and Loki had half a mind to skip the council meeting and rejoin her in the bed when she placed her hands on his chest and pushed.

"Now, now, my prince. We would not want you to leave your father waiting, now would we?"

Loki proceeded to kiss her earlobe, gently nibbling along the sensitive pointy end. "I'm sure he can spare a few more minutes…"

Sigyn batted at him playfully. "No, no, no, you are going. Now."

Loki lifted himself off of her and mock-scowled at the woman that was beaming up at him. She let one of her fingers march up his chest.

"How about we strike a deal? If you can finish up that council meeting before I have to leave for the libraries, you get to rejoin me and show me exactly why you are better than your glorious bed sheets."

A lot of pleasant ideas how he could persuade her of that flashed through Loki's mind.

"Mhmm, I think I can agree to that deal, Milady."

He sealed their bargain with a quick peck to her lips and finally strode out of the room. Sigyn's chuckles followed him.

...

At the council meeting Thor was amused by the ruffled state of his brother's normally immaculate hair. Loki tried to flatten it with his hands numerous times, but a few errant strands just refused to be tamed. The thunder god assumed that his brother's dishevelled appearance and obviously impatient behaviour was due to the fact that they had been summoned to this council meeting so early in the morning and on such a short notice.

When the council ended – quicker than any of them had hoped, because the new tax system was not yet developed enough to discuss about it at length – Thor had planned to talk to his brother, but the dark-haired prince of Asgard shot out of his council seat as soon as Odin had declared the meeting closed. He was out of the door before any of the others had even risen from their chairs, animatedly muttering something about silk sheets under his breath. Puzzled by this strange behaviour from his younger sibling Thor resolved himself to asking Sigyn about it when he visited her in the libraries later in the afternoon. Her only and not really helpful answer was a half-choked giggle and the rather cryptic remark that she and Loki had had a 'heated' argument about the 'value of silken bed linens'. When he asked about the winner of that dispute, she smiled at him in a strange way and only replied that it had been settled very satisfactory for both of them. Thor decided to drop this line of questioning if all he got were these strange answers.

Constructive Criticism is always welcome, since English is not my mother tongue. :D