"Sigyn is young and often naive. Any straying from our bed and she would be in shambles, broken hearted thinking she failed to please me instead of my having a large palate with a need to explore it."
"So be more eloquent when you sit down and talk with her? I don’t see why it wouldn’t work."
"How is it you’re free to take romance as you please but my acts of passion are scrutinized. Double standard I say."
"Well for one… I don’t care what other’s think. And then I’ve also been sitting down and had this particular talk with Thor, so why not try the same thing? But with Sigyn."
That he did not know. Perhaps if he was included in these little conversations he wouldn’t be a tongue-ties fool now.
"Really?" He hummed in thought. "There isn’t a man you could bed that would set off his ire?"
"As long as I stay out of his bed he doesn’t have a say about it even if he wouldn’t approve."
"To a man like Thor whispers are easily brushed off but confirmation - that can be proven at that… . . somehow i doubt he’d take to the news very well."
"No really where the fuck have you been for the last thousand years? It’s not news to anyone. Least of all to Thor considering we both have agreed to it."
"It’s foolish that you just told me that he isn’t."
"Oh yeah? What rock have you lived under, Loki? It’s not news to anyone."
"Based on what evidence? How quickly Thor falls asleep afterwords? He falls asleep after good stew."
"It’s cute. That you think he’s my only source."