Loki peered into the stone crib with a strange mix of hesitance and curiosity. Pale fingers spread apart the thick deerskin blankets to better see the strange, pale creature tucked in between them. His son. The boy wasn't still as he was awoken, the chilly Jotun air wasn't a welcoming thing. Eyelids parted and emerald eyes searched around blindly. Of course, Loki wasn't sure what to do, his brow furrowed as he pondered his prediciment. Though he was roused from his thought by footsteps. The God of Mischief turned his head, his own green eyes greeting the form of, "Sigyn" he said, a smile gracing his pale, thin lips. The woman paced over, resting a hand on the child's face with a tired smile.
There was a moment of silence before she spoke again. "I am returning to Asgard..." she said simply. Another moment of calm followed before she was inevetible questioned. Such was the risk of being involved with such a cunning mind. "Why?" Loki voiced.
"Jotunheim is not my home"
"It is not mine either" he attempted to reason, but his reply was halfhearted. "You are not taking the boy?"
"No, his place is with you. He is your heir!" Sigyn said, turning away with a sigh and one last glimpse of her son.
"We should name him" Loki said suddenly, "Together". They would not be reunited for some time, perhaps this would give them something to remember this important time by. Loki was not a soft creature, but he knew was was fair, and right.
"Jormungandr" the woman replied softly, "Green like the Midgard Serpant"
"And capable of destroying Midgard too" The God added with a grin.
And with that Sigyn left. Leaving Loki to watch over his son single handedly.
But, oh what a warrior he would raise.
Jormungandr Lokison.