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"Do you remember the time you cut off my hair in poor jest?" Sif asked, running her hand through his silken locks.
"I remember being swiftly kicked for it the morning after." Loki chuckled lightly as he nuzzled her cheek. "I believe that is the reason we have not yet been able to conceive." He added, his voice carrying a slight humour to it.
"Don't you dare turn that one on me, Trickster." Sif lightly tugged at his hair, before she continued massaging his scalp. "It has simply not been the time. The Norns will bless us with a child when the time is right."
Loki raised his head slightly to look into her eyes. "You believe that in your heart, don't you?"
Sif nodded, smiling lovingly. "I do."
He returned the smile in kind and leaned in for a kiss. "Then we shall simply wait for their blessing, no matter how long it takes."