Loki sits beside Sigyn as she tries not to scream out in pain. His hand clutches hers, squeezing tightly with each passing contraction. Freyr and Grid give her various herbs to chew in hopes that the long effort will be finished soon. They dare not use magic here, unsure of how it will affect the birth. Even in this circumstance, she shows extraordinary vigor; Sigyn does not complain, and only shows pain on her face at the pinnacle of each phase.

Several hours pass and Sigyn has made little progress. Her face is dripping with sweat, but she still finds time and strength to admire her husband's face amongst it all. Loki's already pale complexion is completely void of color, anxious to see what will come. Sigyn hasn't considered the possibility of Loki's true heritage taking over her womb until this moment. What sort of persons will her children be? She places her palm gently on Loki's cheek a final time, wiping away a single tear beneath his eye, expressing to him that she is not concerned. Loki smiles at her just as Sigyn's face contorts in a signal that it is time to push.

All the Vanir from the small mountain village are gathered outside of the birthing tent. They wait anxiously for word, busily gathering all sorts of cloth, passing the time singing songs quietly. Suddenly, the sound of a baby's cry can be heard, along with Sigyn's sobs of joy. The people exchange glances of joy, when a few minutes later they are interrupted by another young voice in the chorus. Both of the children are born. The villagers anxiously await their reveal while trying to remain quiet, despite everyone's boiling enthusiasm.

After what feels like an eternity to the restless villagers, Loki exits the tent. In his arms, wrapped in the scraps of his formal green cape, are two infants. They are quietly cooing, eyes still shut tight to the sunlight. Though Loki is standing proud, his face is drenched in tears of joy. His complexion shines blue in the light. Loki does not look like his usual self, instead reflecting his true Jotun form. His eyes turn from one tiny bundle to the next, not sure which one to focus on.

Loki has never truly seen a person of his bloodline, save for when he killed his real father in an attempt to impress Odin so long ago. The two helpless babes in Loki's arms are his true family. To Loki's relief, they are olive skinned like Sigyn. All of the Vanir eyes are on Loki, holding each other's hands in anticipation of announcement from the new father.

"Great people of Vanaheim, may I present my sons to you, Narvi and Vali!"

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Thank you so much for reading through part 2! Be sure to continue the story with Part 3, The Family Lokison, currently under new rewrites! - CG215

Comments always welcome!