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I Don't Really Care: I Don't Want to Be Alone Tonight {TAG: Sigyn -
Indeed. Philosophy, while great and wonderful in and of itself did not often do for romantic situations, at least not the kind Loki and Sigyn seemed to be having. Crouched there in the snow, not particularly caring if onlookers happened to pass by and point, they seemed to be much more content to simply bask in the moment of finding someone they loved and wished to hold onto.
It was a moment that not many could hold onto or possibly grasp. The lives of passing strangers were finite, they had a start and an end. The end for them, death, was final and resounding. Whatever happened after, happened after. But for the gods, there was an endless rerun playing before them with the hopes that, maybe, just maybe, they’d manage to catch hold of a familiar hand and cling. It made each meeting all the more precious or that much more of a surprise as this one was.
Masks could be a very handy or a very dangerous thing. On one end of the scale, they protected from what one wished no one else to see, the softer and more vulnerable side. On the other side of the spectrum, it could keep people away to an extent that left one more lonely than truly alone. Seeing past the mask, in this case, had revealed someone more than worthwhile, someone worth loving and returning affection. A brilliant and humorous one with more than enough good facets and love to share. And Sigyn appreciated every facet she could see.
“A small store with a few goods here and there. It might even be called a gas station. Nothing too remarkable, but it was mine and Odin’s beard, how I fought for it.” The hand currently not captured found its way to Loki’s hair, marveling at the texture with featherlight touches as her smooth digits ran through the strands she found, fingernails lightly running across his scalp as she held him near. “I suspect it won’t be. I’m a personal fan of the iPod. It has its uses.”
“A fashion consultant? Should I ask to be taken shopping? Have you swept the world by storm yet? It would not surprise me if you had.” She nodded solemnly. “Others exist and thrive, it would seem.” Leaning in to press her lips against his forehead, she stayed there for a moment, fingers running through hair, lips to his brow. “And you’ve had my trust for quite some time.”
Pulling back, Sigyn sighed as she looked at him, her head tilting to the side as she laughed. “By anything, it’s good to see you again. But I’m afraid if I keep kneeling in this snow, something’s going to turn to ice.” An impish grin on her face, she slowly rose, keeping her hand firmly clasped with Loki’s. “How would you feel over, say, an invitation back to my place? To talk, of course.”
There were many things that mortals could not understand which only those in their position could. The desperate need for familiar faces, both good and bad; the affection of their long-lost loved one; the praise that they once took for granted. Gods were almost like children in all that they desired now that they lived such finite lives with infinite cycles and souls. They were spoiled and they were deprived of the things that they had once gotten without even needing to say ‘please’. Children with their favourite toy taken away - the toy that would not be given back no matter how much they begged.
Sigyn was the only one he allowed to see past the mask he made. Who else could he trust to see his more vulnerable state? No one, not really. Well…perhaps one other. But not many at all.
“You are very defensive of what is yours, I seem to remember this,” Loki said with a smile, leaning into the gentle touches of her hands and closing his eyes silently. Her hands were different, but they were just the same, and they still found the parts of him that enjoyed touch the most. It was astounding, really, how well this woman seemed to know him, despite his changes of appearance. “Ah, I should have known. It’s the way it stores music, isn’t it? A fan of any modern song?”
He sighed when she pulled away, making a face before grinning in amusement. Nodding in agreement, the god of mischief collected his things and stood up, brushing snow off of his clothes and holding his hand out to hers. “Just talking, of course,” he agreed, though his smile was mischievous and his eyes promised more if she even suggested it. “What kind of place should I be suspecting, grandiose? Modern? Simple? As for if you should ask to be taken shopping, usually I’d say I’m too expensive. But I suppose I can make an exception for my lovely Sigyn.”
How odd that those who were meant to be powerful, the ones receiving praise and honor, those who had been worshipped time and time again, were no better (or worse, perhaps) than children. Maybe there was a lesson in all of this, every trial they would now face, each new life they were going through. Someone teaching the gods a lesson, as it were. For all children, no matter how spoiled, no matter how self-assured, must grow up sometime. As it was, the gods seemed to have been pushed face-first into their lesson.
Now if only they could learn from it.
“I’ve never regretted it,” Sigyn returned. Whether this body or any other he could be put into, Sigyn still remembered. She could recall the times she’d spent simply tracing Loki’s form with her fingers, memorizing the lines and curves. Through years spent together, everything else fell into place, finding space within her memory to stay. Her hand slowly moved to clasp his cheek. “I’m enjoying jazz more than anything else, but I’ll admit to swaying to a pop song or two.”
There was no hesitation nor seconds lost between Loki holding out his hand and Sigyn taking it gently within hers, giving it a meaningful squeeze. “For now,” she finished. “I’m told the term is ‘minimalist’. I’m rather proud of it. It suits me.” Turning to face him as she started leading him back to her place, a spacious apartment with a view, she laughed, “You’re too kind, my love. I’m in your debt.” Her eyes softening, face never losing that affectionate look, she added softly, “I have missed you.”
Sigyn turned around after that, after all, there was only so far one could go walking backwards before they ran into something. “Now, we’ve talked about my taste in music, my apartment which you shall soon see…what of yours? What tickles your fancy these days?”
The windows, however, are more like this:
She has dark red curtains that she can pull to close all the way around them.
Her kitchen sits on the opposite wall:
Svetovid, I do believe you could make friends with anyone.
Really?
Zankyou. ;^; <3
Really. Your infectious happiness is refreshing to say the least.
Don’t mention it.
-squeaks and hides in his jacket- <3
No need to hide. I promise I don’t bite…much.
-peeks out at her and smiles- forgiff me. I hide only from your inherent beauty, madame.
-lets out a laugh- You’re quite the charmer, Svetovid.
Svetovid, I do believe you could make friends with anyone.
Really?
Zankyou. ;^; <3
Really. Your infectious happiness is refreshing to say the least.
Don’t mention it.
-squeaks and hides in his jacket- <3
No need to hide. I promise I don’t bite…much.
Svetovid, I do believe you could make friends with anyone.
Really?
Zankyou. ;^; <3
Really. Your infectious happiness is refreshing to say the least.
Don’t mention it.
