Loki gave Sigyn a warm smile, just as glad as she was that the soulbond was accepted, that their bond was there and only going to grow stronger. "So, what exactly does this mean?" He asked and she could hear the touch of worry in his words.

She looked up at him confused and shrugged "How should I know? You mother is sending the texts to you room," she reminded him. They'd both get more information about the soulbonds whenthey could study them properly. Sig realized that she might have also been misinterpreting what he was asking of her. He wasn't being particularly clear, which was strange for his silver tongue and spoke to just how upset he was.

He sighed. "I meant what does this mean for the two of us? Where do we stand in our relationship?"

Oh. She'd definitely been misinterpreting what he'd been asking.

"Geez, Lokes, you know how to ask the hard questions," she sighed with sarcasm in her tone. That made Loki smile. It was just like old times. "We just found each other again. This," she gestured to the green power lines on her arm "Doesn't mean we have to rush into anything more than having my best friend back," she was hesitant in her answer, afraid it was going to offend him. What if he wanted to jump right into more? She wasn't sure she'd be opposed, but she wasn't quite ready to jump straight from having her best friend back to having more. It as too much all at once.

Loki nodded in agreement and seemed to share her sentiments. He wasn't one for rushing in and didn't want either of them feeling pressured into a relationship they weren't ready for. "I can live with that. It would be better to get to know each other again rather than rushing into things," Loki wasn't irrational and knew how to think things through, unlike a stupid oafish Thor.

Sigyn sighed in relief that he was reasonable and rational, unlike his idiot brother. She was also glad he wasn't offended. However, she couldn't help smirk at him. "How long until you start insisting I wear you colors?" she teased. She knew the tradition well. Ladies on Asgard wore the colors of the noble gentleman she was being courted by.

He smirked in reply and it felt like old times. "Technically, you already are," he replied, indicating the green swirls of power up her arm.

She couldn't help giggling in reply. "Yes, technically," she agreed, looking at the beautiful lines of shining green magic on her arm.

Loki looked concerned. "Do you plan on hiding her mark?" He asked. He wasn't planning on hiding his. He was still shocked that he was worthy of a soulmate, even though that wasn't how it worked at all. But he was beyond pleased with the development. He had her, his Sigyn, back from the dead, back in his life, and apparently his soulbond, his soulmate.

He wouldn't lose her again.

She shook her head and with a shimmer of power, her dress shimmered so it had short sleeves. "No, I only hid it earlier since I wasn't sure if you wanted to keep it..." she told him softly. She didn't want to upset him, but he had to know. He just gave her a gentle understanding smile. She noted that the power lines on his arm were evident and displayed.

"Green really looks good on you, darling," he told her warmly, admiring the swirls of power. He was correct, of course. Green looked fantastic with her coloring, her pale skin, sidhe red hair, and tri-tri-colored green and gold eyes.

"That's a good purple on you," she replied. It was a dark royal purple that shimmered in power up his arm, spiraling beautifully as it did.

"It's not really part of my color scheme, but I like it,"

"It's even more obvious because it's not part of you color scheme, Lokes," she pointed out with a smirk. Though something caught her attention, a noise down the hall. She grabbed Loki's hand. "C'mon!" she told him and ran, dragging him into running after her. In that moment, she was completely the Sigyn he remembered from his childhood.

He laughed and let her drag him along, hurrying to keep up with her, though his stride was much longer than hers. "Where are we going?" He asked as he laughed and ran with her.

"Away from the oaf's moronic friends," she replied jovially as she ran. They could both hear them now at the end of the hallway as they ran in the opposite direction. When Loki could hear them too, he picked up speed, sweeping her up in his arms in one smooth motion. She made a small surprised noise and wrapped her arms around his neck automatically, grateful for his longer stride to get away from the morons. Loki took a few steps and teleported them both to his suite.

They were both still laughing when he set her carefully back on her feet. "I figured you wanted to hang out with them about as much as I did," she told him as she fought to catch her breath from laughing so hard.

Loki finally managed to compose himself. "Very true. They are my least favorite people in this realm. Besides the Allfather, of course,"

"Unless she's changed, Sif isn't bad," she reminded him. Sif had been her friend as children. "The moron boys however..."

Loki nodded in agreement. "Sif is the only exception,"

She gave him a warm smile, then looked around his chambers appraisingly. Some things had changed over the centuries, of course, but it was similar enough to feel the same as it had all of those years ago.

"Bring back any memories?" Loki asked, noting her gaze around the room.

Sig nodded. "Being back here, I've been remembering a lot of things. It helps being home," she replied warmly.

"Good things I hope,"

She smirked. "Mostly. Except for that thing with the bilgesnipe..." she teased

He laughed, clearly recalling the incident as well "That was not entirely my fault, you know,"

She wrinkled her nose. "Liar," she smirked at him.

He pointed a finger at her with a mock glare. "Do not pull my trick on me, little one," he warned her firmly, though his eyes were full of mirth and teasing.

She laughed and stuck her tongue out at him. "You can't lie to a fae, Trickster," she teased in reply.

"Two lie detectors in one room. Oh joy," his teasing continued with sarcasm in his tone.

She huffed. "At least you can lie," she grumbled. Unlike most of the fae, she could lie, but it wasn't easy and she wasn't good at it, so she tried to avoid it whenever possible.

"I would not be me if I could not lie. Imagine, the god of lies not being able to lie. Preposterous," he scoffed at the prospect.

She giggled. "Preposterous indeed," she agreed. "Instead, you just can't lie in front of me," she enjoyed the teasing torment of her Loki. She was fae and could smell a lie just easily as Loki could.

He wrinkled his nose. "Annoying fae magics," he mock-grumbled.

She couldn't help giggling at him again. "It's good for you to have someone around you can't lie to," she continued teasing him. It was fun and felt like home and normal.

"Not when you are the god of lies. It ruins my whole reputation," he whined playfully. She didn't know how rare it was now to see Loki being playful. To her, it felt like home, felt like old times.

"Guess you'll have to keep me on your good side then so I don't betray your lies,"

He gave her a warm, genuine, smile. "I think I can manage that,"