A/N: I'm back again! Sorry about the false alarm yesterday with the new chapter thing. I had forgotten a chapter, and I had to rearrange everything. But all is now as it should be. Chapter four had been missing, and it's now in it's proper place. So if you want to go back and read it, some other things will make more sense...Sorry for rambling! Here's the next chapter. Enjoy!

Sigyn lay back quietly, holding her baby. So peaceful, so quiet, and no more pain…It felt so good to rest. She glanced down at the face peeking out of the blanket in her arms. His eyes were closed, and his fist was curled up against his cheek. A small whimper drifted up from the bundle lying beside her, and she smiled. Her daughter was waking up. She shifted her son into her right arm, and carefully lifted the girl. The baby whimpered again, this time louder, preparatory to crying. Sigyn set her son on her lap, and turned her full attention to her daughter.

"Shh, all is well, my sweet." she cooed to the baby.

"Is it?" A low voice asked from the doorway. Sigyn looked up, surprised. Loki stood leaning against the doorpost, his grin wider than ever. She returned the smile.

"Come closer and see them." She invited. Loki paused a moment, internally debating. After a couple seconds, he lithely stepped over to the bed, and carefully sat down on the edge of the mattress.

"Twins? Why didn't you tell me?" he finally asked, picking up the boy, and holding him gently. Sigyn chuckled.

"If I had known, I would've told you. We have another son, and a daughter." Loki seemed amused.

"I did teach you magic for a reason…" he teased. Sigyn gave him a withering glare, betrayed by the humor in her eyes.

"You know that the pregnancy weakened my powers. I was afraid to use magic." Loki nodded. Indeed, he knew very well the effect the last eight months had had on his wife. Her temper, like her abilities, had waxed and waned with the passing of each day. Loki watched the child in his arms.

"Have you named them yet?" Sigyn shook her head.

"No, I wanted to wait for you." Loki seemed pleased at this.

"So, am I holding the girl?" he asked, hoping that the blond-haired, blue-eyed child might grow up to look like Sigyn. Norns, that would be a beautiful thing, would it not?

"No, you're holding your son." Loki laughed; his mirth genuine.

"You know, it just about figures. Both my sons will grow up to look like Thor."

"Narfi has your eyes though, dear. Not blue." Sigyn reminded, allowing her daughter to grasp her finger. Loki shrugged. I suppose there are worse people he could look like.

"I know, but still…" He paused, thinking for a moment.

Whatever he was about to say was lost when he decided that he wanted to get a closer look at his daughter. Sigyn reached out her arms for her son, and allowed her husband to take the other baby from her. Emerald locked on emerald as Loki gazed into his daughter's eyes for the first time.

Hello.

A tuft of jet black hair crowned the tiny head. Loki smiled, and planted a soft kiss on her forehead.

"She's beautiful. And she will be even more so, when she grows up."

"For some reason, I think she'll look similar to your disguise from when you and Thor went to retrieve Mjolnir from Thrym." His female form had been a rather convincing one, much to his embarrassment (which he had never admitted to, and never would)…but only Sigyn would refer to his old adventures when his newest one lay before him.

"So do you want to pick the first name?"

"You go first. I thought you should name your son."

"Thank you." He smiled. He knew the perfect name for his son. Gently he lifted his son out of Sigyn's arms, trading yet again. "You shall be called Vali." He whispered to the sleeping child. Light. Light that shone even brighter in the wake of the shadow. Light that revealed things once unknown; that brought sight to once-blind eyes.

But of course there was another reason Loki had chosen that name for his son, which Sigyn understood immediately.

"You named him after my brother?" she asked incredulously. Loki nodded.

"I certainly wasn't going to name him after my brother. What in the Nine Realms would we do if there were two Thors running around?" Sigyn laughed.

"I think you may have a point…" she conceded. Loki kissed her forehead.

"And your brother deserves a namesake. He may not have been a close friend of mine, but he meant a lot to you." After a moment, he glanced down at his daughter. "What will you name her?" he asked. Sigyn didn't even think about it.

"Eisa." Embers. A fitting name for the daughter of a Frost Giant, was it not? Loki had always been one for jest, the simpler the better. And this one was perfect. For embers could be stirred into flames, and flames were a force to be reckoned with.

"It's beautiful." he said.

"Do you want to go inform the others of our good news?" Sigyn asked finally. Loki grinned.

"I will. Do you feel well enough for more visitors? Because I fear I will not be able to keep the Avengers away." Sigyn nodded.

"I can handle it. Don't worry about me." Loki eased Vali back into her arms.

"I always worry about you, love. You telling me not to isn't going to make me stop." He walked towards the door, feeling much happier than he had been in a long time.

Tony saw Loki coming towards them, an infectious smile softening his features.

"So? Boy or girl?" the billionaire asked, smiling with the trickster (though he had no idea why.) Loki shook his head, laughing.

"I won't say. She wants to see you all. Just take it easy." He turned and led the group into the chamber.

Odin made his way back to his and Frigga's room. His most powerful enemy had been defeated today. This was a reason for celebration. But he still worried. Had Loki truly forgiven him? Would Loki find a way to twist this event into yet another lie about how Odin had used him as a pawn? The old man paused outside the door.

"Something troubles you, All-father." Frigga's alto voice drifted across the room. Odin turned to see the silvery form of his wife.

"I am always troubled, dearest." Frigga smiled slightly as she embraced her husband. Odin felt all his cares melt away in her arms.

"Do not let this burden you. Loki has already come back to us."

"And what if he decides to leave us again? Everything I do is too little, too late. All those years that I gave Thor a higher standing while Loki waited in the wings for some form of approval…It's a small wonder that everything happened the way it did." Odin stared out over the city. "I wish to go back and right the wrongs I have allowed to take root in my house." Frigga shook her head.

"This is not something to be done lightly, Odin."

"I know."

"The cost of undoing the past may be greater than you imagined. Fate is not something to be trifled with."

"You speak well and wisely, wife. I am prepared to deal with that cost. But before I act, I shall ask Loki what he wishes me to do." Frigga smiled.

"A good plan."

"You know what he will say, don't you?" Odin glanced down at the woman fondly.

"Yes. But I won't tell. We shall see soon enough."

"Indeed we shall."