She could not help but chuckle breathlessly at her princes reactions. She kissed Loki with a serene smile, letting her fingers fall from his neck to reach behind her, cupping the back of Thor’s head. “My boys, my good princes.” She murmured, her voice soft and seemed to drip like honey. They stayed like that another moment before he pulled herself from their embrace, feet hitting the bottom of the tub, forcing the feeling back into them.
Inhaling deeply, Thor brought Sif’s hand up to his lips. “Come, we will all rest in my bedchambers tonight.” He looked over at his brother. “All three of us.” It didn’t need to be said, but he never wanted his brother to think that he was any less important to him than anyone else in the Nine Realms. Loki and Sif were the other pieces of his soul, and he was not complete without both of them.
Loki nodded, stepping away from both of them and taking Lady Sif by her other hand. “Come.” He led them both to the water’s edge, walking with them out of the bath and reaching for their robes, three laid out for them as if they had appeared by magic. They hadn’t of course, but the handservants had come and left without disturbing the three lovers. He handed one to Thor and then wrapped the other he had picked up around Lady Sif before reaching down and picking up his own towel. “Let us go now.”