Tony had an epiphany one night while working on his suits. He had been wanting a break from all of this stress of waiting for Malekith to attack, if it ever was going to happen. He also could see the rest feeling distraught. The small break was nice for the Asgardians, but for the whole group, that was something different. Tony had a few ideas to destress.

He announced to all of the group around one of the meals.

"We are taking a break," he announced. "I have a few ideas that can help us destress."

Natasha and Clint eyed each other trying to figure out what was going on before looking back at him again.

"We are going out tonight," he added on. "And tomorrow we are spending the weekend on a yacht."

"I think I am just going to stay here instead and keep working," Bruce piped up.

"No," Tony went over to him and put an arm around his shoulders. "You can't. I'll put a lab on the ship to make sure you come. Also I want to see if the other guy can swim." He stepped away before patting him on the back.

Sigyn didn't really know how to take this. She had heard his thoughts ramble about which would be great for a destresser but this was pushing it. The Asgardians were stuck here for a purpose. She would always make the best of it, but the way Tony is thinking it seems as if she is doing nothing. She knew that this is what some Midgardians do. They take long extended breaks called vacation before coming back to work. In the rest of the realms, taking a break was for maybe a few days the most and if it was extended for seasons that was not a vacation, it was a quest.

"So we will see you all later tonight at nine thirty. Be ready to party." As he left to go do some more work on his suit, Pepper and Bruce followed them chatting up the new plans.

Steve and Janine went for motorcycle ride to clear their heads. He would take her on rides from time to time.

Clint teased Natasha about seeing her in a bikini. Natasha replied to see if this was even allowed. Thor left to go seek Jane and tell her the news. Sigyn walked out into the open air with Loki on her tail.

"Something troubling you?" Loki caught up to her as she stopped and stared down at the bustling city.

"Yes," she sighed. "I did not see this coming. Out on the water, away from here, doing this relaxing. It is very different to me."

Loki grabbed her hand and squeezed to comfort her. "As to Thor and I. Even to the rest of the clan."

"Clan?" Sigyn laughed.

"It is very fitting, our clan of roughians," Loki looked out to the horizon. Loki turned back to her. "Then what is troubling you? I am not a refined mind reader as you are. Please entitle me to your troubles, as I have done with thine."

"I feel there is an ominous presence," Sigyn spoke in a hushed tone. He clenched his jaw. "Not one of Malekith nor of Thanos, but of one that is back in Asgard. My instinct is telling me so. There is a presence waiting. I wish to go back and face it, destroy it. It taunts me. Allfather holds me here with all portals closed. I want to tell him, but there is no sight of his birds. I have told Heimdall, though I do not know if he has listened or has told."

"Let it wait," Loki grabbed her and shook her once, trying to get her out of a trance she put herself in. "Let it starve and ache for the hunger it has for you, this thing that has you worried. I will not allow it to have you nor let it ruin you here. Especially here" He thought to her. My shining light, my guide, my guardian. Without you strengthen your protection, your laugh, smile, wit, and beauty I am left here with nothing to aspire for. Nothing to motivate me for the better. Though if you did leave, I will find you. My Sigyn, my Sigyn. He kissed the top of her forehead through the fabric. She was wearing her new clothes that she had gotten with the Islamic women.

"It should be you who wants better, not I," Sigyn spoke with a sigh.

"Yes, but where would I be without you?" Loki whispered. He rested his forehead upon hers. Sigyn closed her eyes and felt as if all her negative thoughts disappeared.

"Do you ever believe that you can be trusted again?" She broke the silence.

Loki thought about it. "No. Those around me trust what they think of me and not the real me."

Sigyn backed up and stared at him while searching his thoughts. "Am I not seeing the real Loki? The true Loki?"

Loki looked away. He did not know what to say at first. He found his voice. "You see me, all of me. I am always calculating, cunning, mischievous, even full of rage and hate, yet you still trust me. Those around see not of it. They see the jealousy, take me for granted, belittle me, view me as unequal, a shadow. I want to destroy that image." He became serious and his voice started to drop as he turned back to look at her. "To show them that this who I am, trust my image of myself that I portray not the one you want me to show. See how of a threat I am, that underestimating me was a mistake, and I too have such great power." He was frightening and cold yet Sigyn moved unwavering by his stare. "I am not my own being. I will never fit into their golden world. I will always be the dark shadow, staining them."

Thou would not be the same if you did Sigyn thought to him. Her voice a mere whisper. She spoke with sincerity. Loki softened to her. Gold can tarnish, a shadow can lighten. A flaw is not a weakness. We may be Gods but we are not perfect. Perfection is a dream of lies. Monsters are seen and fabled to scare those back to the realm of perfection. Anything that clouds their sun is a monster. A monster is a myth, we are all beings, creatures, living in one gigantic realm.

Loki grabbed her in his arms and held onto her tight. She held him back. If anyone could make him feel as an equal, it was her. If anyone could see what he wanted others to see, it was her. It would always be her. His light, his darkness, his everything. She understood him. She cared for him. She, he hoped, loved him as much as he loved her. That no matter how many mistakes he would have made or trouble he has caused, she would be there for him in the end. She was that loyal, that trustworthy, that much of a saint, that true of a Valkyrior. Her heart and her eyes always saw the good in everything. She reminded him of his mother.

How caring she was to him. How she always made time for Loki. That Frigga view him as an equal. Though once the truth was known about being a Frost Giant, he wanted to finish what his father started and to destroy the bit of him that was a monster in their eyes. While trying to take over Midgard and kill off the Avengers, he did not have to show his Frost Giant form, he had created his own monster. The very image of him, hacking away the views that once had seen him as someone else, a form of weakness. Yet here was Sigyn, telling him that this monster he created was just destroying his own world in the process. This monster did not scare her, she would always look past this facade and see the core. A being of its own beauty, not following the common molds around him. He wished those around him would at least try to see that. He was his own. He was different. He had the same dreams as some. He was only breaking free of their views of him. Their molds that they put him in not the one he was shaped to.

My lovely Sigyn Loki sighed.