Her Eyes

The first thing he noticed about her were her eyes. Her eyes that shone brightly when she was happy or excited. Her eyes that glinted with malice at anyone who dared anger her. Her eyes that could smile wider than her mouth and could dazzle even the brightest stars with but a glance. Her eyes which were the very colour of the sky on a clear summer's day in Midgard. Oh, how he loved those eyes.

And so, when he first saw her, more than half a century before she would become old enough for him to openly take notice of her beauty, he did not notice how she wiggled uncomfortably in the Asgardian clothes her parents had dressed her in or the way she unceremoniously pouted out her bottom lip and stamped her foot childishly when she learned she was to be betrothed to someone almost a century her senior and only a few more decades away from the time that he would be old enough to be given admittance into the world of adulthood by being named a god by the Norns.

He didn't notice the way her arms crossed and her nostrils flared as she glanced his way because, in that moment Loki Odinson to looked upon the young Vanr maiden for the first time he only notice the way her eyes flashed when she was angry. And, that was when the second son of Odin All-Father realized that no matter what she thought of their union and no matter how much she might hate him, he was going to love this girl that his father had introduced to the Asgardian Court as Sigyn Iwanidottir of Vanaheimr and Svartalfheim.

He was going to love her as much as his heart would allow. He was going to love her like Lady Sif loved her golden locks of hair. He was going to love her like the girl's mother, the goddess Freya, loved Brísingamen. He would love her more than his oafish brother loved his hammer.

He would love her, for he could see it in her eyes. Those same eyes that he would look into a little less than a millennia later as they stood together grinning madly in a tiny Midgardian chapel in 'The Biggest Little City in the World'. Both fuelled by passion, alcohol, and stubbornness on both of their parts to back down from a now long forgotten bet. They were finally bound together through the silly mortal words of "I Do" but to Loki he had always been bound to the blue-eyed goddess standing before him, the top of her head not even grazing the bottom of his chin even with the aid of her tall, heeled shoes.

He had loved her since he had first seen her.

That day when the only things he could see were her eyes.