In these moments of loss and torment

When the vast skies don't seem to call to you

When the weight of this world bears down

And the stars have fallen like tears

I am with you always,

From the darkness of night until the morning

I am with you always,

From life until death takes me

Killswitch Engage- "Always"

"My love, my beautiful one."

Sigrun awoke in a cold sweat. This dream had been different, Loki had landed somewhere. But where? She couldn't make out the room, but she was sure this was a message for her. Her hear soared with the idea that Loki was alive and trying to contact her.

She shook her head. She needed to get a grip. Loki was dead; no one could have survived a fall into oblivion as he had. Her heart sank as quickly as it soared. Looking outside it was still dark but she want sure exactly of the time. Knowing she wouldn't be able to sleep again, she crept from her room and down the hall. Unsure of a destination she kept walking.

What if he had survived? Why did it take so long for him to contact her? Or was it simply a dream? All her thoughts were on Loki, as all her thoughts had been when he was still hers. She walked past the door to his chambers and stopped short. Her fingers trembled as they caressed the wood of the door, her skin aching, trying to remember every detail. With a deep breath Sigrun opened the door.

The room was exactly as it had been the night Sigrun and Loki spent together. The night Loki learned the truth about himself. The bed hadn't even been made. She closed the door and leaned up against it as the memories charged at her. Everything screamed of Loki, her Loki. Books lay open on his table showing the last things he had read. The cracked leather cover had faded golden letters, "The Odyssey."The book was very old, but Loki had treated it gently. She went back the page that was opened, the tale of an ancient Midgardian being sent on a quest because he angered his Gods. But neither Odin nor Thor where anywhere in this book. She remembered one night when Loki and she were having on of their late night discussions that he had mentioned many Midgardians had different beliefs of what Gods they worshiped.

"So our father is not a God to all Midgardians?" Sigrun had asked, flipping through a book Loki had handed her.

"Only to a few." He said knowingly.

"Wouldn't be simpler for them if they narrowed it down?" She had said jokingly.

"They are simple creatures. Something amazing happens and there obvious has to be a God for that trivial thing, so silly."

"What of you? Who are you known as to the "simple creatures"? Her eyes flashed at him while his raked her body.

"Mischief." He said in a low voice.

"Oh really." She waggled her eyebrows at him and shrieked when he pounced on her.

"Would you like to see why?"

"I'm sure this mischief if different from that they mean." She said giggling.

"Maybe." He agreed, and he had kissed her so deeply she felt like she had turned to jelly.

A tear escaped from Sigrun's eye and splashed onto the yellowed, brittle pages of the book.

"Damn it!" She tried to wipe the water away before it left a stain. Her skin tingled when she touched the pages, trying to imagine how he used to read, turning the pages so delicately sometimes even she was jealous.

She moved over to his wardrobe and opened the doors, and his scent engulfed her. She tentatively reached out to touch the clothes still hanging, remembering the texture when she balled the fibers in her hands every time she pulled him close. Her eyes found the top that still had a tear from when he took her to a dark corner of the palace and ravished her fiercely. Sigrun fingered the torn fabric; her body ached for him. She closed the doors quietly and walked slowly to the bed. How many nights had they spent there? Entwined and just purely and simply loving one another. Sigrun crawled into the bed and wrapped the covers around her, her heart pounded as she breathed him in, and her body shook when the memories of their last night invaded. Wrapped up in her Loki she fell asleep, her first peaceful sleep since he fell.

"I thought I'd find you in here." Thor's voice woke Sigrun from her deep, dreamless sleep.

"What year is it?" She asked stupidly.

Thor chuckled, "It's almost dark again. You've slept the whole day away."

"Did I?"

"What are you doing in here?"

Sigrun wasn't sure if she should tell Thor about her dream, afraid of what he would say or think. Or even worse of whom he could tell.

"I had…a dream…about Loki." She said slowly. Thor looked at her sadly, and sat down on the bed that creaked and caved under his weight.

"I had been having dreams since he fell, but last night…he landed, Thor he spoke to me. I know it's crazy but what if he is alive somewhere?"

"Sigrun, I don't think that's possible. No one could have survived that, not even Loki." He shook his head. "And besides, Heimdall would have seen him."

"There were loads of times Heimdall couldn't see Loki, which is how he got in to more than half of his trouble."

"True,"He agreed, "I just don't think it's possible." He cupped her face in his hands and she leaned into him. Since Loki, Thor had been the only one she could speak to, the only one that understood her.

"You'll be okay little sister."

"I hope so."

Sigrun made her appearance at dinner, her mother fussed over her saying how worried she was that she had not emerged all day. And asked Thor where he found her.

"Oh, I just found her in Lo-"He stopped short when Sigrun started daggers at him, and saw Odin and Frigga's eyes widen.

"The library." He finished and stuffed his face with meat from a turkey leg.

"Oh Sigrun, why would you go to Loki's room?" Frigga asked sadly.

"I just…I needed to be near his things."

"That room should have been emptied." Odin said at the end of the table. "If it wasn't for your mother it would have been."

Sigrun looked down at her plate, not at all hungry. Everyone looked at her expectantly, so she took a bite of meat. She chewed it slowly, nothing tasted right anymore and swallowed. Her family, took this as a good sign, continued their feasting.

"My king," A guard walked quickly into the feast hall, Odin beckoned him to enter and to continue, "Heimdall wishes an audience, immediately."

"I will go down to him at once." Odin said standing up.

"No my king, he is here." The guard stood back so Heimdall could enter. He bowed low to the floor.

"Well?" Odin asked.

"There is an emergency on Midgard I thought you would want to know about." His voice echoed in the hall.

"What business is it of mine?"

"My king…it is Loki."

"Loki?"

"Yes, he survived, and is planning on bringing in an army to destroy earth."

Odin turned to Thor, "You will go to earth and bring him back here." Thor nodded and left the table to prepare to leave. Sigruns ears were ringing as she chased after Thor.

"Thor I have to go with you!" She yelled after him.

"I cannot take you with me." He said not looking at her.

"Please Thor I need to see him." He turned to see her chest heaving. He walked to her.

"If I can find out what his plan is maybe, maybe you can come behind me. We may need you to talk him down. But if recent histories prove there is no use." He kissed the top of her head and walked out of the palace.

Sigrun fell to her knees and wept.