Loki had been to see his parents. Or the people that I thought were my parents, he reminded himself bitterly, as he remained unwilling to let himself forget that snippet of information. After finding the Allfather still deep in the Odinsleep, he briefly spoke with Frigga before heading to his and Sigyn's rooms.

When he walked inside, he saw his wife sat down with her eyes closed, apparently not noticing that he had even entered the room. That meant that she was in the middle of attending to her duties, and, knowing that she found it difficult to concentrate if she was disturbed, Loki left her to it, waiting patiently until she was done.

He looked over his wife for a moment. Her legs were crossed on the sofa, and her green dress slipped in folds to over the edge of the seat and hung to the floor. Sigyn's hair was wound into a plaited bun, but one curl had escaped and rested on her right shoulder. The corner of his lips turned upward at that. It was so Sigyn to have one little thing out of place. One little oddity.

Loki sighed. She looked so peaceful as she sat there, silently concentrating. But that was a thought that stopped Loki looking at his wife. He went over to the window and stood looking out of it, still sure to make no noise that might disturb Sigyn.

He had so much clouding his mind. So many thoughts; so many betrayals. He didn't know how Sigyn could focus on her duties at a time like this. Then again, she wasn't the one who had found out that her whole life was a lie. Still, he had expected her not to act so normally. It confused him.

He couldn't understand her actions at all. The night that he had told her about what he was... she had told him that she loved him. She had told him that she didn't think that he was a monster. Perhaps she wasn't thinking as clearly as she thought she was. Perhaps she was trying to deceive the God of Lies.

He frowned. A voice in the back of his mind whispered that Sigyn wouldn't do that. Of everyone on Asgard, she was his. She would not lie to him about this... Would she?

Sigyn blinked her eyes open as she finished her daily duties. Only then did she notice that Loki had returned to their rooms. He still had a talent for getting around secretly; silently, she observed.

"How is he?" she asked quietly, knowing that Loki had paid the Allfather a visit.

"The same," Loki replied, not turning away from the window.

"And your mother?"

He shrugged.

"She stays by his bedside and refuses to leave."

Sigyn nodded, understandingly. If she was in the position that Frigga was in then she imagined that she would be much the same. She completely understood the loyalty that meant that there wouldn't be much that could tear a wife away from her injured husband's side.

"So what now?" Sigyn enquired.

Loki was still staring out of the window; and he was silent for a very long time. He wasn't sure whether he should tell Sigyn what would happen next. But if he did not, then she would find out somehow anyway- he was sure of that.

"I'm the only one left to take control," he replied.

She tilted her head and stared at his back.

"The natural course of things is that I become acting King of Asgard."

Because Thor's not here, she thought. Of course, she didn't say anything like that. Sigyn wasn't quite sure what to think about Loki's statement though. Was it a good thing that he was going to become acting king? He had been acting oddly since he'd found out that he was a Frost Giant. She didn't blame him for that, or the fact that he was becoming more and more closed off. She didn't like it, but she could understand.

And she knew that she had to be the one that kept them together right now. Loki had enough to think about. That was why she had been trying to keep things as normal as possible- because the more that he thought that he was different, the worse Loki seemed to feel. So Sigyn had to show him that none of these revelations mattered to her. That she loved him like she always had.

Loki turned around and caught her observing him and thinking. His face went from hard to soft as he looked at her; the change was noticeable, and she wasn't entirely certain that it was all that honest. But it was almost the same way that he used to look at her, before Thor's banishment, and the Allfather's falling ill. Sigyn stood up at that.

"Loki," she started softly.

"Don't tell me that you think it's not a good idea. It is the only thing to be done," he replied quickly. "I have to take control."

Sigyn shook her head and started walking closer to him, moving around the sofas.

"I wasn't going to say that," she answered quietly. "I was just going to suggest that you be careful."

He raised a brow.

"Don't let it all get to you."

"Don't let what, exactly, get to me?"

His tone changed immediately and Sigyn couldn't help but cringe a little. She hadn't meant to set him off; she hadn't meant that the way that he was taking it. But she knew that she needed to warn him. Sigyn could tell that his thoughts weren't entirely collected right then, and that he could become angered quickly. And she wondered if acting as king would help or hinder him in returning to normality. She just wanted him to be careful.

"Everything," she hedged, knowing how volatile such news had made him.

She could understand it completely, or she thought that she could. Learning that he was a Frost Giant had clearly affected Loki greatly- more greatly than she could really comprehend, and she was well aware of that.

"I have to do this, Sigyn. We can't let Laufey think that we are leaderless at this fragile point in time. We will be too vulnerable to attack from any realm that should choose to turn their eye on us, not just the Jotuns. I am only stepping in until Odin wakes."

They both knew that it wasn't entirely the truth. But they both knew that that was a matter to be discussed when Odin had awoken. Familial relationships were put on hold until the Allfather woke from the Odinsleep. So Sigyn nodded.

"Just be careful," she whispered.

He came over to her, his hand resting on the back of her neck as he pulled her closer to him, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"You worry too much," Loki said.

She watched as his armour clothed him while he walked away. Despite what Loki had just said, Sigyn had a feeling that she wasn't quite as worried as she should be.

Author's Note: Hey guys, hope you all had a good New Year's Eve/Day. :)

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Kit xx