"Loki, what are you doing?" her eyes wandered the room looking at Loki who was currently pacing the huge room that was filled with various types of royal furniture. "You've been acting awfully peculiar." she adjusted herself on the bed where she was on, trying to get more comfortable.

Loki sat next to her, his hand laying upon her leg and gently rubbing it lovingly. "Sigyn, we have to flee."

"Flee? Where?" she asked. She was confused as to why they needed to flee. "Did something happen with Odin?"

The pale man scowled, looking down. "Yes, the man is putting us in exile." his eyes narrowed. It seemed that he had a deep hatred for his 'father'. He felt abandoned almost- like he didn't belong in the family. His mother although, he didn't know what to think. She practically raised him from a young age, and he grew close to her. "I want to flee to Jotunheim." he stated. He was waiting for the worst.

His wife only looked up at him with wide blue eyes, like she was hit suddenly with a rock. Her blonde curls cascaded among the frame of her pale face bombarded with freckles. "Jotunheim? Loki, I am not fit for the journey!" she argued.

Loki shushed her with a calming kiss on her baby pink lips, looking into the eyes he fell in love with. "I know." he whispered. "I know. It's freezing and you're expecting our first child, but I promise to take care of you!" he ran a hand through her thick curls. "We need to leave immediately, Sigyn, my love. Understand me, please." he demanded, holding her fragile yet strong body close.

"I can't, I have family here! My sisters, my sisters.." she mumbled, her eyes tearing up and scooting backward, away from the man. "Loki, please, can't you reason with him?"

He sighed, still stroking her frizzy hair from her bed head. "I'm sorry, but his last word is his terminal final word. I promise to take care of you, my love." he looked like he failed her, deeply failed her. "I'm sorry.."

Sigyn looked at him and sniffled, releasing a sob. "Okay." she confessed, standing up and holding Loki's hands and sighing. "Should I bundle up?"

Loki nodded, "Of course, I'll give you my furry coat, my queen."

The god got ready for their venture and sighed, putting all their stuff in bags woven by Sigyn. He also put a bunch of food in a bag and firewood. He wanted her to feel comfortable, and yet he didn't know how long it would take to travel to the frozen land. He was nervous, of course, any person would be once they were exiled out of the home they were in for long years. Since he was with Sigyn however he needed to be strong for her. She needed to be strong for him also.

They needed to be a rope that supported both ends of the knot.

They set off on their journey in the dawn of the next morning and Sigyn groggily woke up right next to Loki confused, more or less lost. She got something to eat for the journey and a cup of tea. She got a heavy fur coat on her, guarding her skin from the cold. She rode in back of Loki, holding onto him tight as he ran through the streets of Asgard and then out of the realm. She was afraid, her eyes drawn of relaxation. Loki shivered as he entered the the new realm, bracing the cold. The snow on the ground was crystal white and it's glimmer was sparkling throughout the region. Sigyn was amazed by this work of art by Mother Nature and put her head on Loki's shoulder.

They came into an abandoned house in the bitter frost and the two decided to camp out there for the night. The house was creaky and old, and it was unkept. The temperature was still freezing out of sorts and Sigyn was trying to keep herself warm by starting a little fire.

Loki was tending to her also, casually asking if she needed anything or wanted anything to eat. He was afraid, although. They had to rebuild their life in Jotunheim. He laid down next to her on the little cot he made, and wrapped his arms around her. He felt sorry and he felt like he failed. He couldn't treat her like the queen he wanted her to be, more or less support her. He felt guilty he dragged her out in the cold, but at the same time thankful she stuck by him through it all.

"Sigyn?" he asked, looking up at her with sad and worried electric green eyes.

She looked back at him, nibbling on some food to keep her blood warm. "Yes?"

"Do you still love me?"

His voice was stern, yet soft. He needed to know this- for therefore he had nothing except her and Jotunheim.

"Of course, Loki." she smiled a bit at him and held his hand, giving a kiss to it gently. "We'll be out of the cold soon and we'll be happy again, alright? I promise."

"And we'll have a baby to take care of." he put a gentle hand on her protruding belly and patted the swollen area, a smile on his face. "Is he treating you well?" he asked.

Sigyn nodded and smiled weakly, patting his hand. "He is. I just want to be somewhere warm again. I miss our room." she said, looking down. Her eyes were filled with sorrow almost as she nuzzled her head into Loki's shoulder, then swallowing some food she was chewing. "I'm nervous." she admitted, rubbing her stomach. "For the baby."

Loki knew she was and stroked her hair, giving a kiss to her forehead. "I know, love. I'm trying my best to protect you from the cold."

"I'm still scared." she said, chuckling. "We don't have healers now, Loki. What if something goes wrong? What if I get sick or you get sick? What if I die?" she panicked. She was anxious for this whole adventure to Jotunheim. She felt this sudden urge of anger towards him, just a smidge, that he dragged her out into this whole cold journey to the cold realm. She licked her chapped lips from the cold, sniffling from the frost among her upper lip.

Loki just stared down, like he didn't know what to do next. The God looked up at her, blankly.

"I don't know, Sigyn."