Thor was away, he had gone to have another meeting with the Midgardians, apparently he was to meet with some king of a country called Wakanda, a country have technology available to them which could be invaluable in the upcoming fight. Thor had gone together with Bylestir whom of course represented his own people in these talks.

Sif had been asked to stay behind and keep an eye on the Asgardians, and Helbindi was keeping an eye on the Jotunns.

Helbindi… The second one of Lokis biological brothers. Sif had a hard time understanding this one.

Bylestir had been easy to understand, impossible to not admire ones you saw him in action. A proud warrior standing tall and never backing down.

He was a seasoned warrior, moulted by the harsh nature of his home world and his position. One of Sif's first questions… How on earth could he and Loki be remotely related?

Honestly Sif had also asked the same question when it came to Loki and Thor in the past.

And then there was Helbindi whom seemed to be easy going, some would even call his personality kind, even soft. But Sif had realized he knew how to manipulate people to get what he wanted. And Helbindi wasn't soft... Not really. Like Bylestir he was a seasoned warrior. Sif had seen him in battle, he had been just as fierce and uncompromising as the other Jotunns. The easy going softness he showed now would be gone when entering the battle field. Which showed his true nature.

Sif had yet to see Helbindi show any anger at the camp, instead he would seemingly kindly ask people why they would say such things. And Sif watched as Asgardians had to squirm a bit embarrassed while Helbindi kept smiling.

He knew what he was doing… Helbindi was doing it on purpose. He made himself look easy going and unimposing to make Asgardians open up to him.

Sif's instincts screamed that she shouldn't trust this particular frost giant, he was to hard to read. Was his wish for peace sincere? He sure made it seem like it was. Apparently he was also a shapeshifter just like Loki, able to look Aisir if he wanted to. Able to make himself look different and act out a part. But since his people had come he had not returned to Aisir form.

He was though wearing a blue silk robe in Aisir design, apparently some sort of gift from Loki… Which made him more dressed than any other Jotunn whom were thus far all only wearing loin cloths.

Helbindi though, even if he stood out clearly seemed incredible dedicated to his people and his brother. And Bylestir seemed to have absolute confidence in Helbindi to.

Sif walked to the Jotunn side of the camp, just one of her regular checks to make sure no Asgardian had done something stupid.

So far so good. All it had come down to so far was minor slights from stupid young Asgardians who wanted to show they were so big and brave.

Some Jotunns had sneered. Thankfully all it took was a stern glance from Bylestir for them all to settle down and merely grumble annoyed.

As usual the Jotunns were mainly just minding their own business, some training by sparring with each other. Others maintaining their weapons.

And as usually Helbindi stood out as he sat by himself, but not that far from the others. Wearing that blue silk robe and holding what looked like a notebook he was writing in.

Sif frowned but then finally gave in and walked towards the Jotunn Prince. "Prince Helbindi." she finally adressed him.

"Ah, Lady Sif." Helbindi looked up his red eyes glistening in recognition. "What owes the pleasure?" he asked.

"I just wanted to ask if you were lacking anything." Sif said.

"Most kind. We are doing well. As you can see." Helbindi gestured. "Though I fear some of us are growing restless and bored. None of us are very used to have nothing to do."

"You could think of it as vacation." Sif suggested.

"Vacation?" Helbindi asked. Then looked up. "Vacation… Vacation is… Arh yes now I remember!" he snapped a finger. "A break from your daily routine, sometimes even moving location and not working for a longer period of time. Huh." he held his hand. "Well I suppose you could call this a vacation, though I fear that is not a concept my people are very familiar with."

"Why not, do you work your people till they die from exhaustion?" Sif asked.

Helbindi blinked. "Lady Sif… We spend pretty much every day just trying to secure the food we need. If we are not securing food, we will try to secure shelter. Safety. If we don't work every day we'll starve. Having food just given to us is a luxury none of us are used to. To many it's quite uncomfortable because they don't want to be owing the Aisir anything."

"Oh." Sif realized finally starting to grasp the situation. "Don't worry, you owe us nothing. You came to our aid."

Helbindi nodded. "Yes, that's what Bylestir and I keeps telling them. Still, we have more food than we can actually eat. And you keep asking us if there is anything else we need. It is strange to us." he stated then returned to his notebook.

Sif tilted her head. "You're writing a journal?" she asked.

"Not exactly." Helbindi admitted. "Loki suggested I should write a book. About Jotunn culture, aimed at an Asgardian audience. To give the Asgardians an option of trying to see things from our perspective. And you know I thought, now that I actually do have… vacation you called it?" he asked. "Perhaps try to give it a go now. Who knows if I'll ever get the time again."

"Oh." Sif blinked.

"Perhaps you would like to give it a read?" Helbindi suggested. "See if it's something an ordinary Asgardian could understand?"

"I don't know… I'm not really good at reading." Sif admitted.

"All the better!" Helbindi stated. "It is common folk the book needs to appeal to."

Sif huffed annoyed. "I am no common folk." she stated.

"My apologize, that is not quite what I meant." Helbindi smirked a bit amused, ones again making Sif question if he had done it on purpose.

Just then a certain wizard came walking towards them, the Midgardian with the striking blue eyes. Doctor Strange. "Lady Sif!" Strange called. "I need to talk to Thor! Do you know where he is?"

Sif turned to him. "Not available." she said. "At some meeting with a king here on your realm. As well as many other important people. This is no time to disturb him."

Strange halted, he seemed to struggle then groaned. "Is there anyone here at this camp whom has a strong connection to Loki?" he asked.

Sif and Helbindi both looked at him.

"Well." Sif said. "I have known him since we were both toddlers, and this is his biological brother." she pointed at Helbindi.

Strange looked from one to the other then frowned. "That might work."

"What is it?" Sif asked.

Strange groaned. "Loki has been gone from his body for to long and he is to far away from it! His connection to his own body is wearing thin. I need someone to go out and pull him back! Someone with a strong emotional connection to him whom can use this bond to go find him and pull him back!"

"I'll do it." Sif said without hesitation. "We can not loose Loki! I already swore I would pull him back if he tried any bullshit like this. So I'll be damned if I don't." she seethed.

Strange looked at Sif. "And you have a strong connection to him?" he asked.

Sif smirked grimly. "I have known Loki for over a thousand years. Our feelings towards each other has mostly been mutual resentment. But that is a strong connection nonetheless is it not?" she asked.

Strange observed her shortly. "Next to love, it is the second best thing yes." he finally admitted.

"I have only known Loki for a few weeks." Helbindi admitted. "But we do share blood, and we share similar gifts in sorcery. Let me help." he asked.

Strange nodded. "That may be of help." he admitted. "Come on follow me." he waved his hand to make an orange portal.

"Where are we going?" Sif asked.

"The hospital." Strange groaned. "We are going to try and yank Lokis conscious back into his body. Or at least that is what we are going to try to do. It helps when actually being close to his body."

"Oh that sounds fun!" Sif stated. "I'm looking forward to this." she smirked cracking her knuckles.

Helbindi looked at Sif. "I thought you said you wanted to help him."

"I do." Sif stated. "How-ever. He banished me to another realm. I would like to consider this payback and then our new relationship can start. Hopefully a better one. But first… Let's yank Loki back."


Almost there… The Guardians were almost done. Loki saw them following his instructions and soon it would be time for his bit, to light the forge! Use all the energy he had, trying to transfer the powers of Ygdrasil through his astral projection and just kind of hope it wouldn't thrust him into another dimension.

The future of the universe hinged on this, this could not be allowed to go wrong.