This is my first story on this site so pardon any oddities. I did my best to follow the guidelines. The plot comes in on Lokasenna, or Loki's Quarrel, which is where Loki, the Trickster God, insults many of the gods. I tried to follow Norse mythology as best I can, and taking the view point of Loki himself, but I did add an extra part, which no, is not proven or even a part of the stories at all. Enjoy!

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Leaping stealthily behind many of the god's and goddess's seats, I felt anger and denial cackle in the air, as the Aesir's emotions flared with every honest word I said. But who can blame me for speaking such words against my greatest friends, and at the same time, greatest foes.

Long have I lived with these gods, filling their expectations with my "disrespectful" actions. So many times have I saved them and got them splendid presents in the meantime! For I am the one who presented Thor with Mjollnir, Odin with Sleipnir, and dozens of other such stories! But how ever do they repay me for these deeds? By punishing me for my tricks that come only with who I am and treating my children horribly, chaining Fenrir and what not.

So if once and awhile I wish to point out that they are not perfect either, do I not have right?

My words stunned many, expelling the same number from this perfect game of insults of mine. Some answered back, and some, like Braggi, needed others to come to their aide for them, so unlike a true warrior. My silver tongue stained many, catching them off guard, and was I so pleased! And other lords laughed at this, chuckling at the misdeeds and misfortunes of others, that this feast became so merry and gay, under the rule of my own game. This is no quarrel, no Lokasenna, as many have beheld it, but a whimsical exercise, so as to speak!

Even dear Sigyn smiled to herself in the back of the room!

So then why do many consider this to be my evil?

And just as I was about to really scratch the surface of Sif, who but Thor marched into the hall. Dropping into his grand seat, clearly starving by how he looked at the feast, Thor demanded upon what game the others had been playing so to upset so many of the players.

"A game of prose that Loki holds in which all must rattle off insults," Aegir explained to the Lightning God.

"Of course Loki would hold such a demonic competition!" Thor exclaimed.

"Oh, come now, Thor," said Sif, her pale fingers sliding through her gold hair. "I just about to speak up to Loki!"

The bright-eyed wife poured me a glass of wine as she claimed her reputation to be clean and unspoiled by rumour. As she announced such a reputation, I could not help but smirk at the falsehood of it all. Unable to hold my wise tongue, I drank from the glass deeply and made quite the poem of how the great Sif cheated on Thor with none other than me.

My smile withered, though, as Thor stood from his seat, making Mjollnir quite prominent as he did so. My gaze shifted to Sigyn and back quickly, and from what I could tell, she was more horrified, over Thor coming towards me, than angry at my unfaithfulness, which I somewhat now regret, giving the situation.

Even though my life was now in danger of being lost to the hammer, I was put ill at ease of the fact that Sigyn still stood there, hoping for my safe escape, and supporting me and all. I knew she loved me, despite the foul acts I have committed in the last several years of our marriage. But what could you expect of such a Trickster such as myself? I have not only embedded my seed in Sigyn, but also Angrboda, Sif, the wife of Tyr, and gave birth to Odin's steed by Svadilfari. And every time, she forgave me, and contrary to what the others believe, I really am grateful to her. In my eyes, only she can see past to my misunderstood soul.

"Oh Loki, dear, you better run," Sigyn mouthed.

As Thor raised his hammer high above me, ready to strike, I ducked under his arm and fled the hall. I heard the others laugh at my cowardice, heard the deep voice of Odin and nag-like voice of Frigg calling after me, calling me a fall-out with the rest of the deity. Oh how embarrassing for me!

Exiting the great doors of the hall I became aware of the scrape of chairs being thrown back and the footsteps of the deities rushing after me, Thor sounding off in front. It is his strength and hammer that attracts the others to follow him in their eagerness to see violence, especially since I am the victim. It only takes one person to ruin the mindset of all others, I suppose.

With a gasp of strained effort, Sigyn caught up to me and matched my pace, staying loyal even now. I really can't repay her for all of this.

"Sigyn, you have to keep back, I can't risk you getting hurt," I told her, grasping her hand.

"No, Loki, I stay with you 'til the end. And I have news," Sigyn said, slightly smiling and holding a hand to her green-clad stomach. "I'm pregnant."

"Dear if this wasn't such a terrible situation we would celebrate merrily, but right now, you must go, especially now!" I exclaimed, my eyes wide from shock. How long has she kept this away from me? At least a day. At least. But this must be set aside for another moment.

Sigyn slowly fell behind, trying to delay the moment our hands could no longer touch. Before she was totally out of range from my forced pace, I brought her palm up to my lips, kissing her softly before letting her fall back into the crowd, and hopefully, to the very back. As I picked up the pace for my own benefit, I ran up to the stream and transformed into a salmon, skimming along the dirt and gold-flecked bottom. One of the warriors eventually, came up, though, and to my dismay, caught me up into his grasp. Thor caught up as I shifted back into my true form and backed up against one of the trees, quaking with pure terror.

"Loki, you murdered Baldr and now you have disgraced your fellow whole gods. Perhaps a giant does not truly belong among us. Bring forth Vali and Narfi!" Odin called, stepping up before Thor as the real leader.

I watched in horror as my sons were brought forward, their brownish-red hair wild after being woken up and their green eyes filled with fear. I loathed watching my sons being taken up in such a manner, being disturbed just for me when they are actually a welcomed part of Aesir society. Already have three of my children been banished, and now I must watch these two be tortured! One of the warriors stepped up and grasped me tightly as Odin ordered Vali to be changed into a wolf with little knowledge but how to kill. I struggled to draw back my now distant son, to save Narfi, but I had to watch as Vali turned on Narfi and soon, both of their lifes had been extinguished, their voices silenced forever. Even over the cries of the other Aesir, I could hear Sigyn weeping.

"Why has no one brought Sigyn into mind? Why have you forgotten the mother of these beloved sons?" I shrieked, struggling harder. The cries and sobs of Sigyn wounded me deeply, cutting my soul, equalling the pain of losing Narfi and Vali.

No one answered my calls.

Not long after, I have been strapped down by Odin's orders with the intestines of Narfi, my other son already deceased. Skadi places a snake over me, bewitched to drop poison on me every second, of every day, never-ending. But Sigyn stayed with me, weeping over her sons' death and my imprisonment, catching the venom with a bowl and only letting the liquid touch me when the dish was full.

But she never talked much of her pregnancy. She kept it secret from the others, and hid her growing belly with an array of cloth and distracting jewels. No one noticed but me, and only because we had such a strong bond.

Odin bless her, I fear for her safety.

Okay, I hope the whole pregnancy thing doesn't seem to weird, but it does advance the whole plot in the next chapter, so forgive me for that. I also thought it would be equalling out Loki's children, since it would then be three for Angrbroda and three for Sigyn. I am fully aware of Loki impregnating Tyr's wife and I assure you all that it will be addressed later. Please review it!