When they landed, the pair looked around startled. It was freezing, the whole terrain was nothing but ice and snow as an icy wind howled.

'He changed the direction of the Bifrost.' Sigyn commented. 'There is no possible way we were never supposed to come here.'

'Where are we?'

'Jotunheim, I would assume.'

'Assume?'

'We are not exactly on speaking terms with Frost Giants, in case you have forgotten, ergo I have never come here, no Aesir do, we could very well be the first to come here since my father took their Casket and I cannot imagine too many being happy at that. Come one, we need to get inside somewhere, we are too exposed here.' She took his hand and guided him, uncertain as to where they were going. Finally, they came to a cavern too small for a Frost Giant, to get in, but a decent size for two Aesir.

'Thank you.' Loki sighed as they leant against a wall of it, relieved to no longer be facing the cold wind.

'What for? The last thing you should be doing is thanking me.'

'For whatever you are doing to keep me from getting severe frostbite.' Sigyn looked at him, confused. 'You're not…?' She shook her head. 'But how am I not….?'

'I don't know. To my shame, I had not thought about that, but I don't feel cold of late.' She admitted, she studied him. 'You aren't feeling the cold either?'

'No. You?'

'No.' She sat down beside him. 'I am sorry, for bringing you into this. I swear I had no intentions of ever telling him about you.'

Loki looked at her, watching as she used her seidr to reveal her stomach again. 'Did you ever plan on telling me?' Her face answered for her. 'I had a right to know.'

'I know, but I did not want to drag you into this. You could not want this sort of trouble in your life. You surely were not expecting to hear from me again, you do not deserve my problems.'

'It is my blood.' Loki snapped. She turned to look at him. 'It's my...it's...You see it as an inconvenience, to me...it is my blood, my son or daughter.'

'There's two.' He stared at her. 'There are two in there.' She looked at him, fear in her blue eyes.

'Two? I didn't know you could…'

'The palace healer, she is the best in the realms, she has never had one under her care. There are a handful of cases known to have ever occurred at all on Asgard and they are not full Aesir parentage, so this was new for her too.' She explained.

'Did your father really lock you up?'

'I was a prisoner in my rooms, but I never thought to give him your name.' she stated proudly.

'I cannot believe you are Princess Sigyn.'

'Why, I am no different to anyone else.'

'You could have any man in the realms, why…?'

'Again with the idea that I can have whatever I want.' She smiled sadly. 'You think I see my children as an inconvenience? I love them. Every day I feel their seidr interact with mine, telling me they are okay, that they are safe.' she gently rubbed her stomach. 'I love them so much, but...I am not able to care for them.' Loki's eyes widened. 'I...I don't know what to do.'

Loki, though engulfed in his own issues regarding the revelation of her arriving at his home pregnant with his child, revealing she was the daughter of the King, and then to have to be pulled from his home because of her father, knew that she needed to feel somewhat supported at that moment, and put his arm around her. For a moment, she looked at him scared. 'When was the last time anyone touched you in an affectionate manner?' He asked curiously.

'You...that day.' She replied.

His eyes widened. 'No one….?'

'I have been alone, my own maid betrayed me, took pleasure in making me suffer, because of this. I…' He pulled her against him and kissed her head. Loki was not the least bit surprised when she began to hold onto him too.

They remained that way for a short while until it started to get dark. Though neither were cold, they were not particularly warm either, so Sigyn conjured up a fire to keep them warm. They were hungry, but the wind still raged and they had no sense of where on the ice realm they were, so they were forced to remain as they were until they could orientate themselves. Tired from hormones and stress, Sigyn fell asleep easily. Loki, on the other hand, could not. He allowed himself take in everything that had happened and assessed it. He then thought of his parents. He smiled sadly at their reaction. Yes, they were upset with him, and he understood why, but they still supported him, they risked themselves for him. He looked to Sigyn, who was clearly lacking any form of support for a considerable length of time. Hearing what her family did, he was not surprised she could not feel as though she had any other option but to flee. He also thought of what she said, how she tried to protect him, of what she risked to protect him. He was grateful to her as well as upset with her for her not telling him who she was to begin with if nothing else. Thinking of his parents again, he thought of the letter his father had told him to take. For years, that envelope was on the shelf, and for years his father swore they day would come that he would read it, but he thought it was the deeds to the forge, so he was never bothered by it. But considering all that had occurred, and the way his father insisted he take it with him, he now knew it was not that. So, with some time to himself, he took it out and began to read, his eyes widening as he did.

'What would you have me do?' Odin snapped, not looking at Frigga as she stood behind him, having been called to help tend to Heimdall.

'You sent our pregnant daughter to a hostile realm, you sent a boy that was simply thrusted the information that….Do not throw your eye up Odin, the boy did not know who she was.'

'His father would have known damn well.'

'For Valhalla's sake Odin, he hardly asked his father as to who it was he was in the company of as they conceived those children, did he?' Frigga retorted. 'It explains her issues with ice.'

'Laufey's blood.' Odin shook his head, his face filled with shame.

'And yours and mine, children of royal blood from three realms, I think they are officially the most royal blooded of the realms.'

'We can never let it be known.' Odin insisted.

'So what happens when they are born? What plan have you for our daughter and her children?'

'If he had been any other, even a commoner.' Odin growled. 'But for it to be him, they cannot…'

'What are you talking about Odin?' Frigga demanded.

'Those children, this whole situation, needs to end, they cannot be recognised.'

'And Sigyn?'

'As soon as this is over, as soon as they are removed from her, she will be wed to Lord Simon's son, and we will never speak of this again.'

'Lord Simon's boy?'

'Yes.'

'They are hardly the most fitting.'

'Our daughter is a harlot that has run off, pregnant with a Frost Giant and you think her the one on the bad end of this arrangement?' Odin scoffed.

'And the children?'

'With this situation, there is a good chance they will not even survive this.' Odin growled coldly. Frigga swallowed, as much as it hurt, it was true, there was a considerable chance that Sigyn would lose them.