Sigrun shook with rage as she was dragged into the Great Hall. Odin stood in front of his throne, looking down at the defeated warrior,

"Sigrun, commander of the Valkyrie, you have been charged with treason and spreading falsities through your ranks, how plead you?" His deep voice washed over her as she glared up at him.

Spitting at his feet she met her King's eyes, "Not guilty. I will not be a part of your petty family squabbles Allfather." Odin sighed and looked down upon the silver haired enchantress before shaking his head and in a move almost too quick for her to see, slashed his spear down the inside of her right arm, cutting clean through the tattoo that showed her rank and position.

"For your crimes you are stripped of your rank and position amongst your sisters and hereby banished from Asgard. Take her to the Bifrost. Send her to Earth." She struggled violently against her binds and screamed,

"Asgard is a people, not a place, you can't banish me from my family! My sisters will die at your hand, and you will have the blood of thousands of your own people on your hands!" The fight left her as Odin turned back to her and sighed,

"I know." Tears washed down her dirty face as she realized the Allfather didn't care about her or her sisters.

"Kill me! Do not banish me! I would rather die than live knowing that my sisters have perished!" Her voice cracked and she choked on her tears, staring at her former King pleadingly.

"I know. And that is why your punishment is to live with that knowledge." The guttural scream of rage and sorrow shook the halls of Asgard as Sigrun was dragged to the Bifrost and thrown to Earth.

Sigrun didn't know where she landed and honestly she didn't care. Her whole life she had been a warrior, she had protected her sisters and been protected by them in turn, and now she had no one to protect, no one to protect her. She was well and truly lost in a realm that was not her own. She lay curled up on the ground where she landed, tears dripping slowly from her wide, glassy golden eyes even as the Midgardian sun began to peak over the horizon.

She knew that she had been sent to Earth, and a shiver of dread ran down her spine. An Omega like her would not fair well on Midgar. On Asgard, Alphas, Betas, and Omegas were treated the same. Omegas generally worked a little harder to get to high positions in any sort of military profession, but that was merely because they weren't physically built for it. Even after centuries of hard work and dedication, she was still short and petite amongst her people, though she still towered over most Midguardian women and matched their men for height. Luckily being as she was not from this realm, no one would be able to tell immediately that she was an Omega.

"Miss?" She bristled at the voice but remained where she was, her instincts screamed for her to bolt, she could smell the Alpha coming but her mind had been too caught up for her to completely register the scent.

"Ma'am this is no place for you to be. Soldiers will be beginning their day soon and you are right in the pathway." She grunted and turned her head to look at the human Alpha standing a few feet from her. "How'd you even get here?" He wasn't as impressive as some of the Alphas at home… on Asgard, she corrected mentally, reminding herself that she had no home any longer, but he did have that certain aura of command the most, if not all, Alphas carried.

"I was banished from my home." Her voice was harsh and defensive as she slowly rose to her feet, taking a stance that allowed her to bolt if she needed to.

Howard sniffed lightly, hopefully without her notice, and frowned slightly, she didn't smell like and Omega. Hell she didn't even look like any Omega he had ever seen, but she also didn't look or smell like and Alpha or Beta that he had ever seen. Blinking slightly in shock he gave her a friendly smile and held out his hand as he spoke.

"Oh. Well, I'm sure we can find you a place to stay for awhile until you get back on your feet." She blinked and looked down at herself,

"I am on my feet. My legs work fine." Howard choked on a laugh even as she took his hand while he replied, tucking her calloused hand into the crook of his arm,

"So it seems. Why don't you stay with me for today?" She nodded slowly and walked at his side, her footsteps making no noise. "I'm Howard Stark by the way, I never got your name."

"Sigrun." She offered gruffly. Howard seemed to be waiting for a surname but none ever came. He huffed slightly at her unresponsiveness but continued to lead her towards his vehicle. He was helping with a procedure today and needed to get on the road.

September 1972

"Sigrun, please!" The former warrior bit down on a laugh at Howard's pleading tone as she slid into a pair slacks, and pulled on a smart button up shirt. "I will owe you forever if you do me this one small favor." She lost her battle against her laughter as she finished buttoning her shirt,

"Alright, I will watch over Anthony tonight. He will remain safe with me."

"Thank you! Jarvis will let you in when you get here." She hung up her phone and grabbed her purse, something Maria had insisted upon the last time the two of them had a day together. Her keys to her motorcycle found their way into her hand as she locked up her house and headed for the bike. From the moment she first rode on one she had fallen in love with the two wheeled death traps, as Howard called them.

Her time on Midgar had been full of the billionaire and his lovely wife, neither questioned how she never seemed to grow older or why her mannerisms were so different from everyone else's, it made learning the culture of her new home easier. Neither of them asked if she was an Omega, though she had seen Maria snooping ever so slightly around her house the last time, Sigrun believed she was looking for the Heat suppressants that most Omegas took to keep their heats in check. Frigga had done her one last favor before she had been banished and had cast a spell on her that would suppress her heats until she met someone she was both physically and emotionally compatible with.

It took next to no time for her to get to the Stark's lavish mansion, especially while lost in her thoughts. She knew the road to the New York mansion by heart and could probably drive it blindfolded in the dark. Pulling up the drive and cutting her bike off, she adjusted her purse and knocked lightly on the door. Jarvis opened the door and smiled at her as she stepped through the doorway.

"Thank you Jarvis." She smiled a little awkwardly at the Stark's Butler, earning a humored glance from the older looking man.

"Auntie Sig! Auntie Sig!" Sigrun turned to her godson as the two-year old toddled towards her as fast as his little legs could carry him. She beamed at the little boy and leaned down to pick him up.

"Hey little man." She smiled at him and then turned her thousand watt smile at his exhausted mother and annoyed father.

"Thank you Sigrun. His nanny got sick and called in otherwise we wouldn't have called so late." Sigrun held up a neatly manicured hand and shook her head, barely wincing when her godson grabbed the thick black locks and began playing with them,

"It's fine Maria, the least I can do for the people who helped me get on my feet when I was banished." She shared a private smile with Howard at her choice of words before gently tugging her hair from the toddler's grip. Maria gave her a funny look but said nothing of her word choice, neither of them knew Sigrun's true history, they simply thought she was disowned from her family for an unknown reason and she was happy to keep it that way.

"Thank you again." Howard murmured to her as he helped his wife into her coat and ushered her out the door.

Sigrun spent the rest of the night telling Tony of her life on Asgard, making the harrowing battles into stories of beautiful women protecting their homeland from evil invaders. Maria and Howard came home to Tony curled up on his godmother's lap, sound asleep. Howard went to say something but his wife hushed him and pointed to Sigrun, revealing that she was asleep as well, pale lids covering her intelligent golden eyes as she curled protectively around Tony's small body.

Howard smiled and slipped out of his shoes to follow his wife to their bedroom.

Years passed and Tony grew distant from his father, and grew closer to his godmother, who still told him stories of her battles and adventures as a commander of the Valkyrie. He only asked about the nasty scar on her arm once and never asked again because the look of profound, gut-wrenching sorrow on her face told him all he needed to know.

She was there when Maria and Howard died, standing like a sentinel at his side, her eyes bright but dry. She was there when he began to spiral into drunkenness, and she was there when he came back after being abducted. Never changing, ever present in his life, until she wasn't. She left a phone number and disappeared off the face of the earth, he called once a week just to hear her voice, after a month her voicemail changed, telling him to stop calling, so he stopped and carried on with his life.

2012

"I am Thor Odinson of Asgard." Tony froze at those words, his eyes going wide as the stories from his childhood crashed down around him. He staggered away from the alien and leaned against a wall.

"Mister Stark? Are you well?"

"I need to make a call." He strode away from the meeting room, furiously typing on his phone until he found her number. Putting his phone to his ear he took a deep breath and waited, he was just going to leave a voicemail, and hope she called him back.

"Valkyrie Motorcycle Restore and Repair, Sigrun speaking, how may I help you?" Tony froze, she sounded the exact same as she had the last they spoke before she disappeared from his life. "Hello? Hello? Damn kids. I'm hanging up now." She growled into the receiver.

"Auntie Sig?" He all but whispered but she heard it and nearly let the work cell drop from her hand.

"Anthony?"

"Y-Yeah, it's me."

"I'm not bailing you out of jail for indecent exposure Anthony." Her voice was harsh and everything clicked for him, he had brought her into the limelight with him and had nearly destroyed her with his stupidity.

"No, no, I'm not in jail. I need your help. Can I send Happy to pick you up? It's important." He could almost see her frown at his words before a soft sigh echoed over the receiver.

"Yes. What's this about?"

"I can't tell you much but there's someone here from Asgard. From your stories. Well not from your stories exactly but…"

"Send Happy now. I'll see you soon." Her voice was a demand and he wasn't even able to confirm that he would before the line went dead. Tony took his phone from his ear and shot Happy a text with the coordinates that JARVIS got from the phone call. She was in New York still, which shocked him, how had he not found her? She must have been really good at not being found when she didn't want to be if she had been living in the same city and he never even knew