... I don't remember the last time when I was excessively PROUD of anything I've written. So I have to share it, even if no one reads.

,, This was not the first time that Sigyn beheld one of the Æsir in earthly disguise, yet gods may sometimes be as different as tulips from dandelions, or tiny lapdogs from Fenrir the Black who swallowed the Moon itself; and thus, she was deceived. Nor was this the first time, for that matter, that a daughter of Men encountered as Ás, and her heart was beguiled and taken for life, more often by mere ignorance than cruelty or sport; however, it has also happened before – rarely so – that such attentions were returned. Were it not Loki, the Master of Mischief and the Great Pretender who was now thusly compromised, one would might as well conclude that nothing of interest, or novelty had transpired that day, near the silent lake in the Gardens of Frigg.

Yet any decent storyteller might conclude that such a development was worthy of mention indeed; for Loki, instead of relishing in the effect of his own magic and letting himself be admired, as he usually would, could only stare at Sigyn, daughter of Fjöllmenr – and stare with eyes wide open and heart fluttering most unbecomingly in his chest –, and speak,

“Who are you, sorceress? Do not go without telling me your name and whence you came. I must know. It is my speciality to know things, and make people believe they do not.” ,,

(full text: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12759882/chapters/31937289  // https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12729553/6/The-Wolf-and-the-Serpent )