Sif gasped as she ran through the streets with Loki slung over her shoulder. Thankfully it was easy to get lost in the crowds as all the Midgardians were screaming as well running in all directions while spaceships flew above them.

Sif turned a corner into a tighter alleyway and found several small backdoors, she found one that seemed the most frail and kicked it open to enter what seemed like a storage room in the back of someone's house. Sif sighed deeply, they should be safe here.

Then finally she noticed, a hand right on her stomach, lightly pressing against it. "HEY!" Sif shouted. "Keep your hands to yourself!" she demanded as she looked down to see Lokis pale white hand on her stomach, only then to realize the small green sparks coming from his hand towards her stomach.

"Must…. Protect… Asgard." Loki managed to get through his lips, his voice was so hoarse, barely even a whisper.

"Loki I'm fine!" Sif assured, only briefly wondering when he had turned back into an Aisir.

Loki managed to shake his head, it was so weak though.

"You need to safe your strength for yourself." Sif stated then gently put Loki down on the ground where he could lean up against the wall. His head though was dropping forward, as if he didn't even have the strength to raise his own head. "Are you all right?" she asked.

Loki didn't reply, just gasped for deep breaths. It sounded painful.

"Sorry, just rest." Sif asked as she headed for the door she had kicked in and then replaced it. Then pushed the washing machine and other appliances in front of it.

"Who are you what are you doing?!" A voice shouted and Sif twirled around. Then she saw, a stairway going down stood a man holding a baseball bat in his hands.

"I'm sorry!" Sif held up her arms. "We mean no harm we swear, we had to find a place to hide. My friend is very very hurt! And I… I'm with child." she admitted.

The man tightened his hands around his baseball bat as he took a few steps up to fully reveal his bulky frame. He looked at Sif, and then Loki sitting on the floor.

Loki did not look good, the places where Sif had ripped out the IV's were freely bleeding, his frame was so incredible thin and his breaths sounded like death itself.

Finally the man lowered his bat. "Come on down." he then asked and Sif blinked.

"After the last attack on the city I re-enforced the basement." The man informed. "We got food and beds down there. Come on." he gestured.

"We?" Sif asked.

The man nodded. "My wife and our children. Come on." he gestured again.

Sif nodded as she picked up Loki again, this time in a bridal position and walked down the stairs to where she saw a middle aged woman with mouse brown hair together with her blond teenage daughter and two younger sons.

The daughter gasped. "HEY!" she shouted. "Isn't that that Loki guy?! Who attacked us ten years ago?!"

Sif gasped as she stood with Loki in her arms, then she swallowed. "He didn't do anything this time, look at him. He's hurt. Please." she asked.

The family all looked startled as Loki was laying there, his breaths so loud and rattled.

Then the wife stepped forward. "What are you waiting for! He needs to lay down, come on. The bed is over here!" she gestured. "David get the first aid kid, he's loosing blood!"

"Yes dear!" The husband exclaimed as she ran and Sif smiled relieved as she followed the woman to another which true enough had a couple of beds where she laid Loki down on the nearest one.

Then Sif smiled as she leaned over Loki. "See… We're fine now." she assured. "We're going to be fine. And so is the little one."

Loki gasped for breath and then managed to speak, a hoarsh word. "Frigg…"

Sif blinked. "Frigg?" She asked. "So… It's a boy?"

Weakly Loki managed to nod.

Sif gasped for breath. A boy, she was having a boy! With blond hair and sparkling blue eyes looking like Thors. Sif was not quite sure how she knew that, she just did.

"Here are the first aid kit!" The husband came running with a red box allowing the wife to take over while Sif retrieved to another bed, sitting down touching her stomach and then realized… There was a good chance Loki had just saved this child giving them both a bit of her magic. She had been filled with adrenalin.

It was not uncommon for a body to reject a child if it believed the mother was in danger and needed all the energy.

Yes… Frigg. Frigg was a good name, she had no doubt.