The chill humid air of the Alfheim lake filled Loki with the warmth of familiarity, giving him a sense of comfort he hadn't felt in a long time. He was only allowed to enjoy it for a second, however, before a pulse of magnetic energy emanated from where they had apparated.

"That was the alarm," Loki warned Hela, his magic already weakened by the effect of the pulse. "The guards will be here in seconds."

Hela nodded her understanding, and struggled to summon a long black cape to cover herself with, while Loki sent a small magical token Hela did not know where.

Several soldiers materialized in front of them, closing in like shadows coming from the trees. All escape routes were covered, their combined magic annulling any attempts of teleporting again. Instinctively Loki put himself between Hela and the soldiers, straightening his spine and taking a deep breath to draw the attention away from her.

"I am-"

"LOKI!?"

The familiar voice brought a smile to Loki's face. But he didn't have time to speak before a plasma blast hit him full on the chest.

"I KNEW IT!" Another blast knocked him backward. "I KNEW YOU WERE ALIVE!" Loki tried to shield himself, but his seidr was barely recovering. "YOU MISERABLE LITTLE RAT!" Yet another blast. In all honesty, Loki didn't mind much. He felt he deserved it. "HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME?!" Another blast that hit him right on his lower belly.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please stop!"

Loki was bent over himself, hand held up to make Sigyn stop. Between all the wincing and the burning, he still smiled at her. It only infuriated her more. She glared down at him, hands clenched in two tight fists. Loki straightened up slowly and walked closer, reaching for her hands.

"I am so terribly sorry, my queen-"

Sigyn kneed him right on the groin and he doubled down in pain again.

"I probably deserve that as well," he admitted in a little voice.

"I hope, for your own sake, that you have an extremely good explanation for all this!"

"He does."

Sigyn turned to face the cloaked figure that had stood behind Loki. Hela uncovered her head and held herself proudly. She hadn't even opened her mouth when Sigyn bowed low to the ground.

"Your majesty," she said with great reverence.

The Alfar guards, though clearly confused, lowered their weapons and took Sigyn's lead. Each one knelt even lower than their Princess.

A glint of satisfaction sparkled in Hela's eyes, though she still was perplexed. It had been centuries since anyone had treated her with the respect her position demanded. She eyed Sigyn, seeing familiar traits in her lovely features.

"You are Iwaldis' child, aren't you?" Hela asked, eyeing Sigyn. "As bright as your mother, I see." With a hand gesture, she allowed Sigyn, and the guards, to stand again.

Sigyn gasped with delight, taking a step closer to Hela. "You knew her?"

"Briefly. She taught me about Seidr, in secret." Hela gave no more information about it, but Loki could tell there was much more to the story.

"I assume you found much more about me, about us, than whatever is left in Asgard." Loki held Sigyn's hands and squeezed.

"We must discuss this further at the palace." She looked at Hela, and then at Loki, returning his gesture. "You are in for a very long history lesson."

.-

Books piled up on every table in the small council room. Old tomes with ancient smells and yellow pages, kept from falling apart with magic. Loki wondered just how long Sigyn had been researching in his absence, and how much of it she had shared with her father. Sigyn searched for a particular volume and handed it to King Frèyr, pointing out a page to start reading. Loki and Hela listened.

It's an ancient conflict between Asgard and Jotunheim, traced back to the times of Bor. The Frost Giants were one of the few who opposed Asgard's rule, and sacrificed many lives to keep their freedom. Before his death, Bor had left instructions to assemble an army so powerful that the Jotunns would have no other option but surrender. When his son Odin ascended to the throne, the army was ready. The most skilled warriors of the Nine Realms came together as part of the Valkyrie Army. The conflict became even more savage and sanguinary.

When the time came for Odin to wed, there was only one woman he wanted: Rindr, General of the Valkyries and his most trusted war advisor.

"In Asgard," Frèyr paused his reading and turned the book for Loki and Hela to see. "You will find many volumes written about the prowess and victories of the Valkyrie Armada. But there's too little about how they came to an end."

Loki looked at the book. On the page next to the one Frèyr was reading, there was a vivid drawing of the Valkyrie Army. It was very similar to the one Hela exposed in the throne room, but at the same time, different. There was nothing glorified about the blood dripping from the swords, or the bodies being trampled by horses. It was brutal in its honesty.

Hela traced her fingers over the drawing of her mother, and read the caption at the bottom.

The Jotnar king, Ymir, outsmarted King Odin's strategy and led Queen Rindr and her army to a trap. The Valkyries were all slaughtered, and the Queen captured. It is said that King Ymir offered mercy.

"Mercy!" Hela scoffed. "She would not come home defeated and without her army. Asgard would not tolerate the indignity of defeat."

"What happened then?" Loki asked, his mouth suddenly dry.

"Depends on who you ask." Hela pursed her lips. "According to Odin, she was sacrificed in the middle of the plaza, her head on a spike for everyone to see." She gulped and took a breath. "In truth, she commited suicide. Valkyries follow the King's orders to either victory or death. There was no victory, so they died."

"I have read of such a ritual, for fallen warriors to kill themselves honorably and still go to Valhalla," Sigyn offered. Hela nodded.

"I was but a little girl, growing up listening to lies. Being fed nothing but rage and thirst for vengeance." Hela flipped through the book, turning its pages to find images of Odin's battle and the death of King Ymir. "Odin used to say that I would take my mother's place by his side, and lay waste to those who oppose us." Flicking through more pages, she stopped on a small drawing of Laufey ascending to the throne of Jotunheim. "For a while, I was exactly that. A weapon for him to use. I would come to regret it later."

Loki's mind wandered back to all the vandalized books, all the information that had been lost.

"There is no way Odin could have gotten away with it. Someone must have known."

"They were permanently silenced, I assure you," Hela said, venom in her words.

Loki looked to Freyr. "And the other realms?"

"The war against Jotunheim was not our war. We were purposely left out, told to mind our own business." Frèyr shrugged. "But the Alfar value one thing above all else, and that's knowledge. They knew something was amiss. It took great effort to track down the truth, but they found it."

Hela made a sound somewhere between a scoff and a growl. "And they had to keep Odin from knowing, or it would have ended up swept under the rug, with everything else, and everyone else."

Loki knew this was true. If Odin had known Alfheim had that knowledge, he would have burned it to the ground. Hela stared at the drawing of Laufey, her breathing becoming more audible and rapid by the second.

Frèyr softened his voice when he spoke to Hela again. "There was no way we could have known about your marriage to Laufey, though, or your pregnancy."

"The ceremony was done in secret, in Jotunheim," Hela said with a small shake of her head. "Jotnar tradition is different. Their temple is their book, and holds their history. I had already been -" She paused to clear her throat. "Even after my banishment, I knew Odin was spying on me. It was only a matter of time before he would find out I was with child."

Loki wished he could melt into the chair, but Sigyn held his hand. He was hanging desperately onto every word from Hela's mouth and he had to remind himself to breathe. A lifetime of lies, finally leading to the truth, and he wasn't sure he was ready for it.

"Do you…" Loki cleared his throat and forced himself to get the words out. "Do you know what happened the night I was taken to Asgard?"

Hela's face paled, and she stared at her hands in her lap. A few moments passed before she could gather herself together. When she looked back up at Loki her eyes were filled with unshed tears.

"That was the night you were born," Hela managed to say. She took a deep breath and continued, her long fingers turning the pages of the book in front of her until she saw Laufey's portrait again. "Odin had only just found out about you. You could say he was less than pleased. Less than two days later he came to Jotunheim with an army to drag me back to Asgard." Finally she met Loki's eyes. "I was in labor.

"Laufey ordered me to hide, so I did, for you. Once you were born Odin was close to discovering where I was, so I used what strength I had to teleport you to the temple. That's all I know." Shocked silence followed her last statement. It didn't take much stretch of the imagination for Loki to figure out what happened after that.

The Casket wasn't the only thing you took from Jotunheim that day, was it?

"One fact still remains, my queen." Frèyr said very solemnly. "You are the rightful heir to the throne. Alfheim will pledge allegiance to you, and help you reclaim what is rightfully yours."

"Why?" Hela said, her eyes narrow slits as she closed the book in her hand.

Frèyr said nothing, but looked at Loki and Sigyn holding hands, making it clear that Loki was the one they were helping. Hela nodded, her chest tightening at the sight of her son in such distress.

Frèyr gave a lighthearted smile, trying to lighten up the mood. He ordered his maids to arrange a room for Hela, and have dinner served, ignoring protests from both her and Loki. There was nothing either of them could do, he insisted. They needed to rest, gather their strength and plan for the next step. They all knew Asgard wasn't going to bend so easily.

After supper, Loki walked Hela to his old room to find none other than Gwyn pulling fresh sheets onto the bed. The old maid smothered Loki with her powerful hugs and introduced herself to Hela. After some good-natured chastising, Loki let Gwyn take over and made his way to Sigyn's chambers. He had a lot of explaining to do.

.-

Sigyn poured a glass of wine for herself and offered some to Loki, but he politely refused. The two of them had been catching up for over an hour, but they both knew they were getting to the most difficult part of their conversation. The part Loki was purposefully avoiding. So he directed the discussion to the exact point when all of Odin's lies crumbled.

"…Odin is about to die, and he reveals you as heir to the throne of Asgard, rather than the golden boy." Sigyn took a long sip of her wine and smiled over her glass at Loki. "How did Thor take it?"

"He didn't have time to take it. He was flung from the Bifrost before we made it back."

Sigyn coughed, spilling red liquid down the front of her dress. "How?"

"It's a…" Loki didn't want to get into details, but Sigyn's stare made him continue. "I called for the Bifrost, we all got sucked into it, and Thor attacked her, so she retaliated. I'm not sure if he's… well, let's just say the odds are against him now."

Placing her empty wine glass on her nightstand, Sigyn shook her head, reaching for Loki's hand. "That had to have been hard for you, even after all you'd been through with him. I'm sure he's out there somewhere, though, he's a tough guy."

"I suppose."

Sigyn gently ran her thumb over Loki's palm in small circles. "You have yet to tell me what happened to you after you - after your fight with Thor, when you learned about Laufey. Before Thor brought you back to Asgard."

A flash of cold shot down Loki's spine, and he gulped hard against the lump in his throat. "I wish I could tell you, but-"

"It's okay." Sigyn gave him a small smile and squeezed his hand. "I am an empath, Loki. It's been clear to me for a long time, and with the growth of my powers I learned to control it. Master Indilwen said I would make a great healer, but alas, I'm a princess." She scooted closer to him on the bed. "You don't have to tell me. You can show me."

Loki nearly sighed with relief. "What do I have to do?"

"Let me in."

Loki turned to face Sigyn, legs crossed on her bed, and took both of her hands. He drew a deep breath and allowed his defenses to drop, letting Sigyn's magic flow inside of him. Quickly he realized doing that meant he was also reliving everything he was showing her. His first instinct was to resist the memory, but Sigyn's warm energy slowly began to soothe him.

Flashes of time appeared before his mind's eye, and Loki felt Sigyn's hands tremble more with each one. The cold metal floor of a prison cell, the fierce dry heat of the Sanctuary II's engine reactor core shoving razor sharp tendrils of scorching pain down his throat and into his lungs. Days spent dangling by his throat so only the tips of his toes touched the red hot floor. Long, clammy fingers shoving needlelike spikes under his skin, the same creature laughing at his defiance and speaking in honeyed verses praising the Mad Titan. One voice ringing out over the rest, the voice of the one who wished to control him.

How do you break a frost giant?

Loki could feel his skin turning cold. He wanted to pull away from Sigyn before he hurt her, but the harder he fought the more she held him.

Endless days of training, fighting against the Titan's children with no rest until he won. Words fed to him to condition his broken mind to Thanos' cause. Glorious purpose… glad tidings… freedom is life's great lie… you were made to be ruled…

No! Stop! That's not me!

Sensing Loki's distress Sigyn released his hands, wincing a bit from the frost that had formed between them. Loki's arms faded back to his usual pale color, but his face was bright red, tears streaking down his face as he stared off at the wall behind Sigyn's head.

"Loki…"

Loki shook his head, trying to compose himself. It had been too long since the last time he let himself show any emotions, and wanted to hide them back as soon as possible. Sigyn didn't push, and gave him space, wiping her own tears in the meantime. It took them several minutes to calm down.

"I don't know how or why I survived. But I did." Loki spoke again, his voice still broken.

"The norns still have plans for you, it seems."

"Can they be good plans? Or are they just toying with me to torture me ever further?"

Sigyn took his hand, and Loki saw the worn gold ring still on her finger. "I guess we'll find out," she assured him. "If your fears turn out to be true, we'll fight back."

"We?"

Loki was, to say the least, surprised to hear Sigyn say that. He was convinced that given the new information about his true parentage and what he really was, she would be disgusted, she would reject him, and obviously call off their engagement. Her assurance that her feelings had not waned was more than he could have ever expected from her.

"Don't look at me like that! We are still going to be married!" She stated matter-of-factly, as if there had never been any question of it. "Just… after all this is over. Then you - we - can finally live in peace."

Loki burst out laughing. "As you wish, my queen."