Misty's P.O.V.

I was in a deep sleep. I was floating in blackness, feeling absolutely wonderful. My entire being felt incredible and strong, and I was at peace for the first time in a long time. I couldn't hear Loki or Odin, but I didn't feel scared or alarmed.

Then breaking through the bonds of serenity and peace, excruciating pain exploded deep inside my abdomen. It was so sudden and powerful, I couldn't even scream or react. I could only lay in blackness and silence, in pure, undying pain. I don't know how long I was in terrible pain. Hours, days, weeks. I had no clue in the world. I tried to open my mouth to scream, but my lips wouldn't move. I tried to lift my arms up to grab something, but my limbs were numb and heavy. I tried to open my eyes, but it felt like they were glued shut.

I was dead. That was the only thing that seemed logical. This was Hell. Why else would I be in awful, excruciating pain with no way to see, feel, hear or move to find a way to stop the agonizing pain? The golden apple didn't work, and it killed me and my unborn child. I couldn't cry out in sorrow or pain. I had killed my child and left Loki behind.

But all of a sudden, the pain ceased. I would've sobbed in relief if I could. Then in an echoing, tunneled voice, I faintly heard Loki's voice. I couldn't quite understand what he was saying. I slowly pried my heavy eyelids open, to see a blinding golden light filtering into a golden room. My vision was blurry and my hearing was muffled. I was able to make out a black, gold and green figure, which I assumed was Loki. And he was holding a pinkish blob in his arms.

I rubbed my eyes with my equally heavy fingers, and shook my head rapidly to shake the blur from my vision. It cleared slightly, and I was able to see Loki's slightly blurry face. He had tears in his piercing green eyes and a smile on his face. I glanced at the bundle in his arms and I saw a baby.

"L-loki? Is that, w-what I think it is?" I groggily muttered.

"Yes it is, my dear Misty." he replied.

I smiled. "Is it a boy or a girl?"

"A girl."

I slowly sat up and reached for my newborn daughter. My body felt stiff and sore, but I was able to pick up the squirming baby girl and hold her against my chest. She had my murky green eyes, a small button nose and small, rosy pink lips. I looked into her eyes, and saw an old friend. I immediately loved her with all my heart. But I had no idea what to call her.

My body still felt stiff and sore, but I stroked her small cheek with my thumb. I looked over at Loki, who was smiling proudly at the both of us.

"What shall we call her, my dear Misty?" Loki asked, placing his hand over mine.

"I don't know, Loki." I said, handing the baby girl back to Loki.

I went through my exhausted brain, trying to think of a good name for her. She had only been born not very long ago at all, so I didn't know what kind of personality she had yet. As far as I could tell, her powers weren't showing yet, so I couldn't go off of them either. But she was very pretty. Gorgeous eyes, flawless skin.

"How about, 'Sigrid'?" I finally said.

Loki looked at her, then to me and back again. Then he smiled and said, "It fits her quite properly, my dear."

I smiled as Loki continued, "And so, from this day forth, I hereby welcome my daughter, Sigrid Lokidottir to this existence!"