Loki and Sigyn walked together to the great hall for dinner. Their armor shimmered to court clothes as they walked, each using their own magic for it. Sig noted that she and Loki both chose clothes that allowed the soulbond marks on their arms to be clearly, proudly, visible. Sig started to worry as they neared the great hall. She remembered something as they walked together, her place used to be at one of the tables with her mother and other nobles. She didn't know where she'd be now and she didn't remember anyone really except the royal family and Thor's dumb friends. Loki held out his arm for her to take. "Would you be up to sitting with me and my family?" He asked her gently, seeming to know where her thoughts had wandered to.

Sig was shocked but took his arm automatically. "But... only the royal family sits at the head table..." She'd heard that line thousands of times over the first couple of centuries of her life when she used to demand from her mother why she couldn't sit next to her best friend at dinner.

"Things have changed. With the soulbond, you are considered part of the royal family now," Loki reminded her gently. That consideration hadn't occurred to her yet, nor him either if he was to be honest. "Besides, my mother wouldn't have it any other way," he added with a warm smile. Mama Frigga adopted everyone who came into her children's lives.

It was strange to Sig that she was considered part of the royal family now when she and Loki weren't even officially courting. She wasn't quite sure what they were, except that she had her best friend back, and for now, that was enough. It was still strange that just because she had power lines on her arm, a soulbond mark with Loki, that made her a member of the royal family. She wasn't getting over that fact anytime soon. She squeezed his arm glad he was there. "Then I'll gladly sit with you," she told him warmly. His bright smile was completely worth her nerves and they continued on their way to the great hall.

Sig walked with Loki happily and looked over the statues and decorations on the way, noting which ones she remembered from her childhood. "Should I don an illusion too?" she asked him softly, in case it made things easier on him. Or on them both. She knew her strange looks drew a lot of attention. She looked nothing like a proper Asgardian anymore.

Loki's eyebrows furrowed in that look of confused concentration Sig knew so well. It was the same look he had as a child when trying to work through a difficult problem. It brought a warm smile to her face as she remembered. "What do you mean?" he finally asked her, legitimately confused.

"You aren't the only one with the power of illusions, trickster," she told him with a smirk. With a shimmer of power, an illusion settled over her and Loki was no longer looking at the fae he'd come to know, but an older version of his Sigyn with long golden hair and blue eyes, with normal non-pointed ears, though with the green lines of power still on her skin.

Loki froze in disbelief as he looked at her. "Wow. You look so much like the little girl I used to know..." he said in awe.

She laughed at her silly best friend. "Of course I do. This is what I would have looked like had the fae not gotten ahold of me," she told him as if that were obvious. He was being dense that day in her opinion.

Loki nodded and considered his next words carefully. "You don't need to hide behind an illusion though," he reassured her. "I hide behind once because most Asgardians hate frost giants, and I hate that I'm one of them," he explained. There wasn't pity in his voice, just a fact. "Plus, I've been wearing it all of my life, even though I didn't know it until a few years ago,"

Sig hesitated, unsure. "You don't prefer-?" She couldn't get the rest of the question out, unsure if he would say yes and be unable to accept her for who she was now.

"I care about you either way. I don't care what you look like, I care about you," he reassured her firmly. There was no ounce of lie in his voice.

She hesitated a moment longer, unsure, but let her illusion slowly fade away. "If you're sure..."

"I would not lie to you, I know better. Besides, you would be able to tell if I was lying,"

"That may be what the Sigyn you knew would have looked like, but this is who I am now," she said softly when her illusion was gone and she was back to her usual fae looks.

He gave her a warm, reassuring smile. "I know. And you're beautiful,"

She gave him a small tentative smile since he wasn't lying. "And you're handsome, my prince," she replied warmly.

"Thank you, darling," he replied just as warmly.

They finally reached the dining hall and Loki paraded Sig on his arm as he led her to the head table where the royal family sat. He led her straight to the chair beside his and pulled it out for her. His chair was between hers and his mother's.

"Careful thanking a fae," she teased, trying to ignore the stares from the nobles as she was seated at the head table. She gave him a warm smile of appreciation as he pulled out her chair for her.

"What happens if I thank a fae, little one?" Loki asked her, more curious than anything. He was always that way when teased with new knowledge.

She pondered over how best to explain it to him. "It implies enough gratitude for whatever you are thanking them for that they can claim you owe them a favor in return. And you do not want to be indebted to one of the fae," she explained. She wouldn't hurt Loki, but she knew there were plenty of fae who would if give the opportunity.

He nodded, accepting the reality and the seriousness of her words. "I shall keep that in mind." Sig nodded her approval and glanced over at the morons' table where they seemed to have gotten over the worst of the fairy win, though they seemed hungover. she laughed quietly at them. Loki looked over as well and saw how hungover they were too. "That is certainly some powerful wine," he commented approvingly. He hated that they always tried to get him drunk. This was definite recompense.

She smirked. "None of the morons have magic of their own, so they have no immunity to fae wine. You could have some and not be nearly so affected, as long as you were careful,"

"That's a relief. I might wish to try some at some point," he was willing to try almost anything, especially when it had to do with magic.

"I'll share. And even be kind enough to make sure you don't drink too much of it," she added teasingly.

He chuckled. "I appreciate that."

She noted that he carefully hadn't thanked her, which earned him a grin. "You're learning," she told him warmly, noting how her light conversation felt like... home.

"Brother! You actually joined us for once instead of hiding in your room with your books," Thor greeted Loki too loudly jovially when he arrived to dinner.

Loki rolled his eyes and Sig hid a laugh behind her glass of wine. "I did not wish to leave Sigyn alone with you and your hungover friends," he replied dryly.

"Speaking of, that was a cruel trick on your old friends, Lady Sigyn," Thor told her with a glare. It wasn't a severe glare, not really, but it was a glare nevertheless.

Sig shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant, but her hand gripped Loki's too tightly in nerves. Upset males made her cringe and shy away. "They should know better than to accept gifts of drink from the fae..." she replied softly, shyly. "And I didn't hurt them,"

Loki glared at his brother for making Sig tense up when he'd just gotten her to relax. "They were asking for it,"

"They simply wished to see their friends," Thor replied, but he was cut off from making things worse by Odin and Frigga arriving. Which made Sig stiffen even worse.

Odin was always scary.