Eyes fixed on the elevator, steps firm, breathing held back. She focused on the elevator really hard, she kind of hold into that one point. Nothing like this happened with her before. Sigyn was always that point, that strong someone in Loki’s life who he could return to, but she softened. His coldness killed her from the inside and that look on his face made her doubt if he ever loved her. But she loved him for sure. And she needed to go back to the apartment and pull herself together, to calm her thoughts down before she would face with him again.
She sighed on relief when she set foot on the elevators floor and turned around, pushing the button of the floor of the apartment. She stole one more look, before she turned her face to the ground. The door almost closed when something stopped it. Sigyn didn’t see when Loki had move, but he was there. Sigyn blinked at the man blankly for a second, but the promise of a great tea and his company made her smile again, a bit shyly though. “I would love that.” She confessed. This was a nice thing to do from Loki and she wouldn’t even care if he tricked her. And he was able to surprise her again, but this wasn’t a nice surprise. Sigyn actually looked at him like he was stupid. “Cookies with wild berries tea?” She asked him with slightly frowned eyebrows. “No. I think I wouldn’t like cookies now.” She enjoyed the tea for the taste of the amazing fruits, cookies would ruin it.
“Yes, you are right. Cookies might ruin it. It would not be best to ruin your mood along with it,” Loki stepped into the elevator, allow himself to take the other corner of the small metal box and waited patiently. She answered his second question correctly. This will not help his theory in which all of this are the works of those nasty bitchy little Norns whom he hated with his core. She, this- this charming lady, who beared the lovely feature of his own wife could be an illusion. Loki narrowed his eyes, just to take a glance at Sigyn. And here she was, blushing in bright pink, her fingers tapping along with a tune that she called her lullaby. He knew she was trying to avoid his gaze out of sheer awkwardness due they have not spoken to each other for… eons? Who knows? There was a section in him craved for her attention, to allow her to enter his back to his life. Yet there’s another section wondering he was being played by the Fates like the best puppet show of all. And there another part wanted her to return back to Asgard to be his eyes and ears. This is an opportunity to gain an upper hand for she’s your wife but- No. Not now. I… no. Not yet.
His lips got dry rather fast today, feeling all anxious about stepping the wrong paddlestone on this molten lava of the unknown. Loki felt his heart skipped a beat hastier than normal. Emotions ramming in his being, anger, confusion, happiness, excitement, and even envy of his own wife to be able to come down and return back up to Asgard as she pleased. He had no idea what she had been through but based on the surface, she’s has been treated well. Perhaps the Asgardians treasured her and poisoned her mind to side with them instead of me. What was I thinking, will her heart is still belong to me? Or did they trained her to manipulate me. If they did, well played. But I am not going to lost just yet. But… No. I can’t read her mind. This is crazy, Loki. Thoughts running around and around his mind. He couldn’t just let go. He stood there, stomach contracts into a tight ball as he looked down on the well polished marble floor, muttering nonsense.