Loki was back in Manhattan looking for someone. He had been told by Heimdall she was here. However Heimdall didn't know exactly where, just that he had seen her in NewYork.

He walked around the newly rebuilt city, amazed at how much better it appeared than when he and Chitauri had attempted to destroy it. He stopped and looked up at one building in particular. The Stark Tower, except it didn't say Stark any more. There was only one letter, the letter A. He found that particularly odd as Stark was rather quick to boast his exploits.

It looked even bigger than before, more ostentatious even. He slowly shook his head. Stark, what a fool, so full of himself, only he would make this building bigger. A mischievous smile crossed his face. Should he? Why not, it might be fun.

He entered the building and with a flick of his hand he magically put the guard to sleep. He walked into the elevator and went to the top floor, figuring that was most likely where Stark was. The elevator door opened and he stepped out. Immediately Jarvis' voice came on, "An intruder has entered the building."

Everyone looked up to see who it was. He wasn't worried about being recognized as he had made himself look different. Now hew was a blonde, with blue eyes, wearing a baseball cap with the letters NY on it. He had on a t-shirt that said Chicago Cubs, with boot cut blue jeans and a pair of black boots. However he was a little startled. He had hoped to get in unnoticed.

Pepper Potts walked over to him. To her he looked like a young man who had simply exited on the wrong floor. "Can I help you?" She asked.

Tony Stark rushed to her side. Sorry buddy, but you need to get back on the elevator and leave."

Loki stared at Stark, who was dressed in blue jeans and a Black Sabbath shirt. "Sorry, man I was just looking for a rest room." He walked past Potts and Stark and up to a large table. Standing next to it was one of Loki's least favorite people, Director Fury. The man was dressed in his customary black, including the trench coat. Sitting at the table were the other Avengers, except for Thor who was back at Asgard ruling in his place. He smiled as he saw his favorite spy, Natasha Romanoff;, better know as the Black Widow, sitting next to Agent Hill.

"Hey, you're the Black Widow," he said excitedly. "I saw you on TV," he grinned." Then, pretending as if he suddenly realized it, "Hey you guys are the Avengers," he said then looked at Hill, "Well you aren't, you are one of those S.H.I.E. L. D; agents."

He backed away suddenly. "Oh wow, I am really sorry, I bet you guys are having a meeting or something." He put his hands out in front of him and vigorously waved them. "Don't mind me, I'm just going to leave now." Turning around he went back to the elevator. Stepping in he looked over at Tony and winked. "Cool place you got here, dude," he said just before the doors closed.

He chuckled to him self as the elevator went down the floors. He had seen enough to figure out that had been S.H.I.E.L.D head quarters. There had been several desks with computers, agents typing furiously upon them. He couldn't help, but wonder what was going on. The elevator doors opened on the lobby level and he exited. What ever it was, it wasn't anything he needed to know right now, at the moment he was looking for someone. He brought the guard out of his sleep and stepped outside.

He looked each direction and tried to decide which way to go. He finally picked a direction and walked. He had been in Manhattan for days now, searching. It was beginning to feel like he might not find her. It had been so long since he last saw her, he wasn't even sure he would even recognize her. He had walked down every street and he was beginning to feel as if Heimdall had been wrong all along, simply sending him on a wild goose chase.

The hours ticked by as he walked. He was becoming very discouraged and frustrated. He was about to head back to the hotel where he was staying when he came upon a small store. He stopped and started at the name that was printed on the widow, Siggy's comics, was it possible, had he had finally found her? He stepped inside causing a bell over the door to ring. He stood for a moment and took mental note of the merchandise. There were comics, graphic novels, posters, T-shirts, mugs, key chains, and even adult and children costumes. He had to chuckle while looking at a manikin standing on top of the children's costume rack. It had on a child's size Loki costume.

Then, he saw her. She was behind the counter talking to a customer. While her eyes were still emerald green, raven locks fell to her shoulders replacing the blond hair he remembered. She was wearing a long sleeved t-shirt with a picture of his helm on it. Once she finished speaking with her customer, she walked out from behind the counter. She wore a pair of black tightly fitting jeans that showed off her curves. On her feet were opened-toed heels. She stopped at a rack of comics and began rearranging them.

He walked up to her, "Sigyn! At last I have finally found you, I have been searching for such a long time."

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Sigyn looked up, seeing a man she did not recognize, wondering how he knew her real name. The only name the mortals knew her by was Siggy. She looked curiously at him. "Really," she asked. "Who are you and where did you get that name?"

He whispered, "It is me, Loki."

She stepped back and stared at him. "Loki? You've been searching for me?

Yes, I have been searching for you for a long time, I want you back."

"Do you now," she asked not really caring. She whispered, "So for centuries you have searched for me and yet did not find me until now?" You must not have been looking too hard.: She turned and headed for a rack of clothes. She still not believe it was Loki, but even if it was, he truly didn't think he could simply walk back into her life like that, did he?

Loki swallowed hard, as he followed after her. Sigg I am sorry for hurting you. You have every right to hate me. I want to make it up to you.

She stopped straightening the clothes and stared at him. She wasn't sure she could believe her ears. She rested one hand on top of the rack of clothes and placed the other on her hip.

"Sorry, you are sorry," she asked her voice getting loud. Realizing other people in the store could hear her she walked closer to him again and lowered it. "I, the goddess of fidelity and loyalty who spent centuries by your side despite all you did. I who cried when you fell into the abyss. I who cried when you fell into the abyss. I who saw you on television when you were in New York and pleaded your innocence to Odin. I who cried when he put you in that prison then forbade you visitors. I, who wept upon hearing you had died at Svartalfheim and finally could take no more so I left Asgard. She looked him up and down, "It would appear you are very much alive. Loyalty can only go so far, and I have none left for you, sir." She went back to the clothes and continued rearranging them.

Loki's jaw dropped. "I will do what ever I must to get you back into my life. I have changed and I shall prove my self worthy to you once more." He turned around and headed for the door, not waiting for an answer.

Sigyn stopped what she was doing, noticing a young man looking at the graphic novels. He was staring at her slacked jawed. She wasn't sure if he had over heard them or not, but from his face, she figured he had. She went over to him and asked, "How can I help you?"

The man started talking, but she didn't hear a word he said. She was too busy watching Loki exit the store. "Damn you, Loki," she said under her breath.