Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are based or taken from the Marvel Cinematic Universe and owned by Marvel. However, the author likes to think that any person or place based from Norse Mythology is part of the history of Scandinavian countries and thus an influence to their culture. As such, as UNESCO has declared culture and history as property of everyone in the world, the author likes to believe we all own Loki.
TL;DR: Everything is owned by Marvel.
Also, this work is based of off Matthew Reiley's 'Seven Deadly Wonders.' The only idea taken from the novel is the use of the Seven Wonders as the hiding place of a mystical object and the rough estimation of where these Wonders may be. All texts that are real will be cited accordingly in the author's notes and texts that are merely made up will be cited as well.
True to their word, their chambers in the palace had remained the same, untouched since Loki's fall since she was still alive and technically still a Princess of Asgard. Sigyn inhaled deeply the moment she had came in then opened her eyes as she exhaled.
The room even still smelled the same way; that smell of her scented candles and the lingering smell of Loki's armor and leather, though that particular smell was almost gone.
Her hand ran across the table tops and the back of the chair in the receiving room, thankful that she had cast, or rather she had made Loki cast, a spell to keep dust away. She went through the doorway leading to the spacious chamber she and her husband had shared decades ago. Her footsteps rang softly as she crossed the floor and went to her armoire, her hand running through the soft fabrics within. With another sigh, she chose one and focused her attention on the gown, closing her eyes. She felt the familiar tingle of her seior against her skin and when she opened her eyes, she was now wearing a gown she knew would delight Loki because it was his colors, hopefully making it easier for her to get the answers she needs. She took a quick glance at the mirror and adjusted the waist of the emerald green gown with black lace clinching her waist and ran a hand through her hair.
When she left the room, she blinked when she saw a pair of chambermaids, a brunette and a blonde, waiting for her in the receiving room. "Hello?" She asked as she motioned for them to rise.
"We've been sent by the Queen to help you with anything you need during your stay." The brunette, Drifa she was later told, replied.
"Oh. Well, I'm just going to visit my husband," she paused, awaiting their reaction knowing that Loki was probably the least favorite person in the Realms barring his daughter, Hela. Getting none, she continued. "Can one of you get one of the satchels in the closet and put in one of my Vanir-styled gowns and a Aesir-styled gowns then the other head to my personal residence and grab all the books on Midgard in my husband's study that aren't fictional. If memory serves me, there's only a couple that aren't fiction and are on their history." She looked around and grabbed one of the tokens Loki always kept near for moments like these. "Show this to the guards at the estate and have one of them help you and go straight to the dungeons and hand me them."
"Yes Your Highness. Would you also like us to add one of your tiaras?" The other, Halla, asked. "And would you like us to style your hair and place one right now?"
Sigyn looked at her hair then shook her head. "Maybe next time." At that, she gave a small nod to indicate the conversation was over. The two curtseyed again as she left the rooms and walked into the hall where a guard was waiting for her.
Hand on his chest; he bowed. "Your Highness, I've been instructed to show you to the dungeons."
It was a long walk, the royal residences being in the opposite direction of the dungeons. The walk was mostly silent, though Sigyn noticed from the corner of her eyes that some of the old timers in court were lurking by and staring at her. If it was because of her sudden return or because she was obviously going to see Loki, she didn't knew.
The moment they turned to the stairs leading to the dungeons, Sigyn paused and when the guard stopped to look at her, she shook her head as her hands smoothed down her skirts.
"Your Highness, do you require assistance?" A voice behind her came, and Sigyn closed her eyes as she remembered whose voice it was.
"Not by the likes of you Fandral." Sigyn replied as she turned to see that it was Fandral, along with Sif. "But you Lady Sif, are most welcome."
Sif smirked as Fandral frowned. "Off to see Loki in his cell?"
"Yes. I am off to see my husband." Sigyn replied wearily. "And I imagine you both are on the way to see Thor?"
"Yes. And I heard you came back with a Prince Lokason." Fandral answered for them both. "Should we be afraid? Because the last Princess Lokason did some awful things to my hair."
"At least we know spawns of Loki are just like him." Sif frowned as well, remembering too well the incident with her hair. "Anyway, we will go to Thor and leave you to your husband."
Sigyn waited a beat as they both disappeared from her line of sight and turned back to her guard. "Let's continue, shall we?"
"You have a visitor!"
Loki didn't bother looking away from the book he was reading at the moment he heard the announcement. It was probably his mother, though he didn't know why she would personally visit when she usually just sent a projection. Probably something to do with his estate since it was in the joint name of his wife and he.
He glanced at his book and threw it at the side. He was bored with it anyway and the visitor probably came at the right time to give him some entertainment on this particularly dull day.
"I know we haven't seen each other in sixteen years but I never thought you would start throwing books aside while I was away," came a very, very familiar voice, a voice with the light tilt of the Vanir, now very obviously amused at him.
"Narvi, you told me you two were in Midgard." Loki muttered under his breath as he sat up and, as expected, there was his wife, wearing one of the gowns she had left at their palace chambers, looking just like she had left him.
"What was that husband? I didn't hear you." Sigyn said from her side, head tilted, not too secretly scanning the physical changes in her husband, from his longer hair to the hinted stronger built beneath his, big surprise, green tunic.
"It's nothing. Narvi told me you weren't on Asgard."
"He also said I'd send you a letter, but alas, here I am. Isn't this better?" Sigyn asked then looked pointedly at the force field. "Am I not going to be let in?"
Loki tore his eyes from her and nodded at the guard as he moved to the back of his cell, as was procedure.
A guard pulled the switch, which powered the force field down, and the guard that escorted Sigyn bowed at her then held his arm out to help her out. Then he remembered something and turned to Loki. "Permission to help Your Highness's Princess up, Prince Loki?"
"Ask me. Not him. Permission very granted." Sigyn replied before Loki could open his mouth, grabbing the arm held for her and hoisting herself up to the slightly raised platform of his cell and the accepted the cylinder case handed to her by the guard. As she stepped away from the edge, she heard the distinct hiss as the force field came back. "I never knew that ages old declaration of yours that no one was to touch me without your permission was still remembered." She mused to her husband who had moved to his chair.
"And of all the things I've said about you in public here in Asgard, that's what you remember?" Loki asked as he gestured to the chair across him for her, which she took, the cylinder case coming to a rest at the ground.
"Oh no. There's a lot more I remember that can't be repeated in present audience." She gestured to the prisoners from across his cell watching their exchange. "Maybe an illusion will help, or have you lost your touch in that area?"
Loki rolled his eyes as he waved his hand, setting an illusion in place. "Illusion is done my dear."
"Then I can greet my husband properly now." Sigyn smiled as she rose from her seat and settled into Loki's lap, his arms easily coming to wrap around her waist as his lips met hers. It was only a second, a swift touching of their lips, before she leaned away. "That doesn't mean I'm not pissed at you for trying to become King of Midgard." She punched him at his side, which probably didn't hurt him at all, but he winced nonetheless. "Did their history not say it all? They are not meant to be ruled by one! They not only procreate like rabbits, but their ideas and philosophies are too many and too varied to rule as one!"
"My dear Sigyn, please-"
"No. Let me finish you idiot. I was in the same room as you when Master Kvasir underlined his point that if we were to ever make ourselves known to the humans, then we should do it as ambassadors of peace and not as conquerors because they do not take kindly to it." When Sigyn noticed that Loki had let out a deep sigh, she hit him at the back of his head, to which he did let out a small moan of pain. "And to think you even started it from Germany. For Odin's sake Loki.. Did. You. Not. Listen?!"
From the last sentence, she hit him after every word, just to underline her point.
"What do you want me to do my dear?" Loki asked, grip on her waist tightening ever so slightly. "Say sorry? Because if that will make you forget-"
"No. By the Norns. Loki, when we first.." Sigyn paused as she tried to find her words. "When we started our relationship, we promised each other that we wouldn't apologize for anything we do to serve our own interests, as long as the other was given some sort of head's up." She finished, hands on his shoulders as her temporary anger faded away.
"So you're pissed at me for not giving you a warning?"
"Was that all you took out of everything that I said?" Sigyn asked in an exasperated tone. "By the Norns, why did I marry you?" Loki let out a small growl in response and nipped at her jaw, as if to remind her why. "Oh hush you. I know very well why. It was a rhetorical question to underline my exasperation with you."
"If you say so my dear." Loki started as he carried her easily, a hand going to her thigh to wrap around him, to steady her as he carried her to his bed.
"So, who was the mastermind of your little attempt?" Sigyn said as she found herself settled at his bed and his lips at her neck. When she received no answer, her hands buried themselves in his soft hair, figuring that the moment he got out, he would gel them back as per usual. She gripped his hair and pulled him off her. "Loki."
"Must we really have an interrogation my dear?" Loki asked, also now in exasperation. "And how did you come to the conclusion that I was not the one who headed the attempted take-over?"
"Because I know how you think, have been privy to your thinking process and I know that if you were to attempt it, it would have been a different story. For one, your seior is unmatched by the most modern of weapons created by humans. If you had used that, and your brains, then you would be King of Midgard, sitting on a throne somewhere in Midgard, and not here in Asgard, stuck in a cell that is decorated in an attempt to replicate our chambers at the palace."
"What do you want to hear me say Sigyn? That I was brainwashed? That I was tortured?" Loki spat as his arms held him above her on his bed.
"If that's the truth, then yes!"
Loki's hands clenched into fists at the sides of Sigyn's head, his eyes closed and his breathing becoming heavy.
Sigyn touched his cheek gently. "Loki?"
"It's nothing Sigyn." Loki brushed her hand away as he sat up, swinging his legs off his bed, burying his head in his hands. "It's nothing."
"Don't brush me off husband." Sigyn said, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, massaging his shoulders to relieve some strain. A silence fell between them. "When we took our vows, we promised to be honest with each other. Even before that, we promised to be open with one another. Has my absence really changed that much?"
"No." Loki said in a strained voice as he looked up to her. "No." He repeated in a stronger voice. "I just need some time before I can share it with you. Will you please wait for me to be ready, my dear?"
Sigyn smiled as one of his arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her to him, his face burrowing in her shoulder, his breath soft against the nape of her neck. "Since you asked so nicely, yes." She ran a hand through his hair for a second before saying something. "You know, if you show this side of you more, people would think of you differently."
"They already think of me weak here in Asgard. My dear, not all places are like Vanaheim." Loki said wryly as he leaned away, his forehead resting on hers.
"Uh-hmmm." Sigyn arched her back to bring herself closer, a thumb massaging her lower back gently. "Now kiss me already. And not a soft one like before."
Much to Sigyn's delight, he did just that, his hands going to her face, holding her steady as his lips met hers, leaning her back to his pillows as his body covered hers, her hands resting at his chest and a shoulder. As the kiss deepened, a moan coming from Sigyn as a hand left her face and found its way to her back, pulling her closer to his body, Loki found himself pulling at some of his seior to remove their clothes instantly.
Sensing the light seior gather in the air, Sigyn's hand moved from his shoulder and grabbed the one at her back. "No. Not here Loki." She whispered against his lips.
"You weren't so negative about this when we did the same in a carriage in Vanaheim." Loki replied, his lips moving to her neck, giving it a light rain of kisses.
"It's because we didn't have time constraints then. Or a chambermaid who will be arriving here shortly to hand me books from your study so that you may help me in the quest to save Midgard." Sigyn replied.
Hearing the last part of her reply, Loki leaned off with a growl, much different from the growl that left him before. "You're helping my – Thor save Midgard?"
"My, my. And here I thought I was the only one you so actively possessed. But to think your brother is now 'my Thor' after trying to kill him." Sigyn playfully answered as she sat up and ran a hand through her hair. "And yes. I am helping them. Midgard, after all, was and is my sanctuary."
Loki looked at his wife and let out yet another heavy sigh. "Very well, how may I help?"
"We start once the chambermaid-"
Sigyn was cut off when a guard announced that a chambermaid had come from their estate, bearing books. "Just in time." Sigyn said, smiling to herself as the force was put down for just enough time to let the books slide through. Observing this, Sigyn glanced at Loki. "Weird. You could easily leave your illusion here and shapeshift into some kind of animal to go away. Why don't you?"
"Because that would give me a harsher sentence and I would like to see my son before he is old enough to give me grandsons. Speaking of Narvi, he is with you?" Loki asked as he shook the illusions away and levitated the books to the middle of the room and poured himself and Sigyn some wine.
Sigyn accepted the wine and nodded. "In the gardens with Frigga."
"And how did she react? What has she told you?" Loki asked as he helped her to the floor, knowing she thought better sitting down on the floor to think.
"I don't know. We talk after this. Narvi stays here while I go get scolded." Sigyn waved it away. "I have a ready argument. Let's start, yes?"
"If I must."
Laughing at Loki's put out look at having to help, Sigyn leaned down and kissed him quickly on the cheek. "Of course you must. Why, you're in the prophecy with me, said we would help the Avengers." She shook her head. "I'll tell you more later."
It was an hour of scouring through the books, translating the Greek into their own language, before they found exactly what they needed: a passage in the Callimachus Text, hidden in an overfilled page describing the Colossus itself.
The Colossus, in the visual of the Sun
Two entrances, one plain, one the opposite,
Carved by the fifth Great Architect,
The easier route lies
In the Nubian swamp to the south of Soter's tenth mine,
Covered among Sobek's minions,
Find the four symbols of the Lower Kingdom.
There shall be the passage to the harder route.
Once the passage was discovered, all Loki did was sit back and let his wife do the thinking, butting in every once in a while as he laid out the maps she brought.
"Soter.." Sigyn began as she copied the passage in a notebook rolled up in the cylinder.
"Ptolemy I. He was a favorite of Master Kvasir. And Sobek is the Egyptian crocodile god, meaning his minions would be crocodiles. Nubia is.. Sudan. Or is it called something else now my dear?" Loki asked as he enjoyed the view of his wife being very academic.
"It's still Sudan. Fifth architect would be Imhotep V since all Imhotep's are great architects and symbols of the Lower Kingdom is the lotus tree." Sigyn said. She took her phone from a pouch she had brought with her and took a picture of the original passage, her translation, and her conclusion. "I'll send this down to them and let them use their technology to pin point an exact location since I have no access here in your cell." She said as she then dialed the number to the only Avenger whose number was in her phone – Tony Stark of course.
"Hey Mrs. RG. Find anything good?" The cheerful voice of Tony came just as Thor and Narvi came outside of Loki's cell.
"Hi daddy!" Narvi waved at Loki, who smiled and gave him a small wave back.
"Can you wait until your mother's call is over Narvi? The sudden fluctuation of the force field may make it hard for her to have a smooth conversation." Loki asked as he motioned for the guard not to shut the force field down just yet.
"You have produced a fine child brother." Thor said to Loki who glared at him in return.
"Thor, why is it that until now, you've still chosen to call me brother? And of course he is a fine child; he is Sigyn and mine. Did you expect anything else?" Loki replied, rather tired of reminding Thor that he was adopted, thus not his brother.
"Hey! Is that the original Reindeer Games that I hear snarking away in the background?" Tony interrupted Sigyn's explanation that she was sending the files while they were talking.
"If by Reindeer Games you mean me, then yes, it is I." Loki replied as he turned his attention back on his wife and that device that was currently on loudspeaker.
"Ahh. It's still like sitting through Shakespeare in the Park. Not that I've ever went to one. I think I may have once, but then, who knows. I may have been drunk-"
"Your point for calling me to your attention?" Loki asked, trying and achieving to project boredom into the dulcet tones of his voice.
"Oh. Yeah. About that. So, I heard a song in this movie the other day and it reminded me of you. Damn it, if I knew I was going to sing this, I would have brought along a guitar." Tony rambled on as Sigyn sat back and let her husband talk to the man he also tried to kill once upon a time.
"Do you even know how to play a guitar Mr. Stark?"
"Not even a single chord, but for your husband, I would learn how."
"Are you propositioning me Stark?"
"Sssh. Not too loud. Someone might hear and tell Pepper." Tony replied in a voice suggesting that the very though of it was worth to pretend being a spy over.
"Again, your point in this conversation Stark? I thought you would have wanted to hear the conclusion of my wife and I on your little quest to save Midgard." Loki snarled the last four words.
"Hey. No need to go use the possessive nouns-pronouns-adjectives-adverbs-whatever you call them."
"Possessive pronoun." Sigyn butt in.
"Cool. Anyway. Song." Tony cleared his throat and Sigyn looked up in time to see Loki roll his eyes before leaning down to kiss her cheek. "Reindeers are better than people. Loki, don't you think that's true?"
Sigyn covered her mouth to try and mask the giggles that were threatening to come out of her. She had taken Narvi to see the movie, Frozen, but never in her wildest dreams did she imagine she would have Iron Man singing a song for a reindeer to her husband who just a year ago had pushed him out of his own building. She once again looked at her husband and saw him close his eyes and rub his forehead trying to get the familiar feeling of wanting to kill a man out of his system.
She took pity on him and pulled him closer until his head was on her lap and she took over massaging his forehead.
"But people smell better than reindeer. Sigyn, don't you think I'm right?"
Sigyn leaned towards her phone as she decided to join in the little song. "That's once again true. For all except you." She answered, causing Loki to open one eyelid to stare up at her. She shrugged in response and Loki resisted the urge to roll his eyes at his wife.
"Hey," Tony paused, sounding put off that Sigyn had stolen a line ahead of him. But not to be outdone, he continued nonetheless. "Let's call it a night. Good night. Don't let the frostbite….bite."
"Was that supposed to be amusing Stark?" Loki asked the moment Tony had stopped singing.
"Hey. I could've sung Let It Go instead. But sadly, it is out of my vocal range. I shall endeavor to work on it so that I can sing it in front of you the next time I see you."
"And that's supposed to mean anything to me?"
"Both songs are from a movie called Frozen." Sigyn explained to her husband. "It's about two sisters, one who has control of ice and snow. Let It Go is her image song. The other song Mr. Stark sang-"
"Drop the Mr., will you Tinkerbell?"
"Did you just call my wife by an character who's supposedly based off of one of your sex symbols?"
"Didn't know you knew your Disney. But hey, at least Tinkerbell wears green."
"Boys, can we please get back to our conversation?"
"Yes, let's. So why should I care that you chose to sing about reindeers and not this Let It Go song?"
'Well, I was thinking of going back to talking about the Seven Wonders, but by all means, if this is how you two bond, bickering over pop culture references with each other – weird, by the way, because one of you a) tried to take over the very realm that produces those pop culture references and b) said being who tried to take over that realm mostly lives in the realm I'm currently on – then by all means, have at it boys."
"Ignore my wife and answer the question Stark."
"Did you seriously just tell someone to ignore me?!"
"Your time on Midgard has made your speech similar to those of the common folk my dear."
"Ooooh. Loki's going to be couch man tonight. Can you take a picture Tink?"
"One, my cell does not have a couch. Two, she will be back at Midgard by the time the sun sets in Asgard. Three, I did not miss you calling my wife by a diminutive version of 'Tinkerbell' either."
"Hard to let anything get pass you, eh Rock of Ages? Except maybe, becoming King of my world. But hey-"
"Boys. Please. Concentrate and stop going off into tangents. Thor is watching outside and it looks like his head will combust-"
"For all the years I've known him, I assure you that is his default face my dear." Loki commented dryly, getting a slap on the side by Sigyn as she continued what she was saying.
"-from all the things we are saying. Not to mention Narvi is probably looking at the other prisoners right now and wondering if he can make faces at them and not get reprimanded. Thor, can you please look into my son not getting into trouble right now? I have my hands full with one mischief maker at the moment."
"Of course sister." Thor looked around, and sure enough, Narvi was leaning over to look into one of the cells, blinking his eyes as one of the prisoners within knelt at his level and stared back at him. "Nephew! It is best not to mock them."
"But I'm not mocking them uncle. I'm copying whatever they do," came Narvi's bright reply.
A brief silence filled the air of Loki's cell as neither the married couple or Tony spoke.
"So…." Tony paused for a moment. "Where were we?"
"Let It Go and why I should be thankful you didn't sing me that."
Sigyn groaned at her husband's stubbornness. "For the love of Yggdrasil, Loki… Let. It. Go."
"Nice pun there Mrs. RG."
"I assure you Mr. Stark, it was not intended."
"Intended or not-"
"Stark, the answer to my inquiry, if you may."
"Oh. Well, the last line of the song-"
Sigyn closed her eyes and laid down on Loki's bed, suddenly tired. "Damn it all to Hell." She held up a finger, anticipating the withering look Loki would give her. "And no, not your daughter's realm but Midgard's Hell."
"The last line is, and wow I just realized I should be thankful you're not here to throw me off the helicarrier and into the Mediterranean right now. The last line is," Tony paused for dramatic effect and Sigyn swore she could hear Loki's jaw clench.
She opened her eyes. Yep. His jaws were clenched.
"The cold never bothered me anyway." Tony attempted before switching back to his conversational self. "Which is an allusion to you being all frost giant-y and of course the cold never bothers you."
"Stark, I suggest we put our focus back o the ancient wonders." Loki said suddenly, in his diplomatic voice.
Tony paused and Sigyn sat up. Both were waiting for some sort of outburst from the man who was bearing the brunt of the joke.
"Right. Yeah. Lay it on me Mrs. RG." Tony said, not wanting to take a risk at that moment. "By 'lay it on me' I meant-"
"Tell you the situation. Was it not obvious during our verbal exchange earlier that I am familiar with your vernacular?"
"Who knows, maybe it's limited to pop culture references."
"BOYS. Before we go off into another tangent, there are things that have to be said. Tony, Loki believes the Colossus is in Sudan and I agree. While the two of you were having, whatever it was you two were doing, pictures of my analysis has been sent to you. I'll explain when I get back."
"Okiedoks. Yeah. I see them. Finished sending by the way. I should go tell the people here that. Well, then, see you when I see you, same goes to you Lord Voldemort."
"Great. Now it's the villain of a children's book."
Tony laughed on his end. "I totally enjoyed our exchange today-"
"I'll say 'likewise' just to be diplomatic since you are currently working with my wife and housing my son."
"Sure. Whatever you say. Hey, before I go, I have another question for you Sven."
"Sven?" Loki glanced at his wife in a mixture of bewilderment and exasperation.
"The name of the reindeer in Frozen." Sigyn answered, causing Loki to sigh at yet another nickname based off of his ceremonial helm.
"Very well. What is it Stark?"
"Do you guys melt in the heat?"
"I know not. Why is this any of your concern?"
"Because if you don't, wasted opportunity to call you Olaf and sing In the Summer to you, which would round out my favorite songs from that little animated movie. Unless you suddenly grow your hair so long that I can move on to another Disney movie and call you Rapunzel and wake you up by saying 'Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!'"
"I think that it's safe to say that if I were to ever return to Midgard to help, I would be sleeping in my wife's arms every night-"
"And you two would be dancing in the sheets? Ok. Respectable. You're married, we accept that, but please not on the helicarrier. These walls are not sound proof. Damn, I should call Pepper to sound proof the rooms your missus will be staying in."
"I thought we were ending this conversation. Why do you two seem so intent on dragging it along?" Sigyn cut in as the guard, probably instructed by Thor to just let the force field go, let the said prince and Narvi in.
"Hi Mr. Stark!"
"Man of Iron."
"I wouldn't say it's dragging. And hello to you too Tom Marvolo Riddle, Point Break."
"And I assure you, by no means is this intentional." Loki added, choosing to ignore the fact that his son was just christened a new nickname, this time the actual name of Lord Voldemort.
"And now the Capsicle is giving me weird looks. Or, well, weirder than usual. Did I say he was here with me during the whole time? How he held back and didn't butt in, I don't know. But hey, he probably doesn't understand our references."
"I was alive when Peter Pan was created Stark." Steve finally said, confirming for all those in Asgard that he really was in the same room as Tony.
"The novel, the play or the movie?" Tony deadpanned.
"While I leave you two to settle that question, why don't we say good bye to one another. Consider this me saying good bye Mr. Stark." Sigyn cut in, taking the opportunity to end this highly convoluted conversation.
"Sure thing. I bid thee farewell, House of Reindeer Games and Point Break. Hey, Thor, do me a favor. Make sure Tinkerbell doesn't get knocked up by Sven-"
Loki took his opportunity and turned her phone off.
"That wasn't very nice." Sigyn commented, eyebrow raised as she caught the cellphone that was thrown her way.
"I threw him off a building once my dear, did you expect me to be nice?" Loki said as he looked down at his son, in person this time and not a mere illusion, and wondered to himself just what was he going to do now.
"Not at all." Sigyn said as she caught his slight hesitation. "Thor, why don't you go bring me to your mother. I believe she wants to see me." She said as she stood up then pointed at the scattered things then at Loki. "I'll get them when I return to get Narvi before we leave back for Midgard."
All she got in return was a single nod from the man who was now a statue, staring back at his son who was staring back at him.
Sigyn sighed and kneeled next to Narvi, an arm going around his shoulder. "You two play nice. Now give your daddy a hug and keep him company while I go see your grandma, ok?" She asked Narvi before she let him go with a brief kiss on the forehead.
"Hi daddy." Narvi opened his arms for a hug at the man who had sired him, his staring eyes turning into a look of expectation.
Loki let a small smile grace his face as he lowered down and opened his arms as the force field came down and Sigyn and Thor left him and his son. "Took after your mother I see. A hugger." He commented as he felt two arms wrap around him, an odd feeling.
But that didn't mean Loki didn't overhear Thor as Sigyn as he helped her out of his cell. "I'm sorry sister, but what does 'knocked up' mean?"
AN: I forgot to mention! This story does have its own tumblr, mainly because when I work, I really love visuals to go with a story. So pictures of dresses and places, as well as my explanation of my head canon of Vanaheim will be or are already in the tumblr!
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