It's been a hot minute since I posted anything for this! Sorry for the wait...I might go through and edit a little bit but everything is pretty set. Building up to Loki and Siggy meeting up again...and the epic fight we'd all expect from that :)

PS: funny thing since I 'gave' Siggy a baby- I'm actually 20 weeks pregnant right now. Crazy how time and changes roll along! I hope ya'll enjoy ^_^

Chapter 19

Siggy was typing away furiously at her desk, rocking her daughter lying nearby in a rocker with her foot. Her most recent reaction to all she'd been through for over a year, at the mercy of another person's will, was to write down all she remembered.

She heard happy little gurgling noise and looked down at her child. She never, ever expected to be a mother or that the baby's father would be a damned god but she couldn't see it any other way now.

It really bothered her that she'd never actually told him she was pregnant; despite the sad little breadcrumb she'd dangled before him.More than just that, she was extremely saddened that he wasn't there for any of it and it was her own fault.

Siggy missed him. She wished he'd been there their child's growth in her belly, especially the ultrasounds that she could get in between orders from Tivan. She wished he'd felt the baby kicking around in her uterus or been there for the birth. She could have used his sarcastic tone and cool hands on her head or belly instead of Moira's sharp Scottish brogue and Danny's frantic pacing. Things could have been worse though; she had Grace with her natural, calming aura and soft fingertips the entire labor.

Siggy even wished he'd seen her power shift and grow, much like her belly had. Her flame had become much more contained, although fits of anger would still light her up. Though what had once been a simple fire of her hair or down her arms if she was really pissed, now her entire body turned to flame. She turned translucent and was like a living blaze of fire.

The second time she'd done so, she was seven months pregnant and her sisters awed at her, while noting later that her baby glowed blue and cool within her stomach. Even now Siggy was smiling at the thought and looked down at her girl in the bouncer.

My cool little bean...She thought and watched her black-haired daughter sleeping peacefully.

"Watch out bitches! Danila is here!" Screeched a familiar voice out in the yard, just outside the office window. "Oh shit! It's fucking cold!"

Siggy jerked to her feet instantly and her toe pushed the baby a little too hard in the bouncer, waking her up. "Oh shit! Hela!" She cooed and leaned down to pick the baby up. "Hela...shhhhh," she whispered and lifted her into her arms as she moved toward the window.

Outside was a bright pink and familiar portal just closing with her three mythically-bound sisters, standing knee deep in the snow. Without pause she threw open the windows wider and the cool air hit her and the baby. "Ha! Look what the cat dragged in? Namely Danny."

True to form, the sassy Valkyrie grinned. "Hey! My tits are gonna fall off! Is the door open?"

"It is," Siggy shouted down, "But the house is cold in here because me and baby like it that way. Go to my mom's house, just that one over there." She pointed and they all looked across the grove with a few giant trees between. "Mom'll give you some coffee until we get there. If you ask nicely, she'll give you some fresh bread and homemade jam."

"Oh snap son!"

Siggy ducked back into her home and shut the window, trying to keep any extra cold out of their home. It was difficult to understand her child's needs sometimes, because they both enjoyed the cold that permeated through the house due to the cold outside, but the baby clearly loved hot baths and the like, to include her mother's own heat. Siggy often raised her body temperature just to get a smile out of her daughter.

It was only one more reason she wanted to see Loki again; she needed answers about what the hell he really was. As far as she'd seen, everyone on Asgard was pretty 'normal'. Maybe Thor could help out; if he even knew whether Loki was actually alive or not. She'd overlooked a lot from the God of Lies' transgressions; it had been easy to do while she lied beneath him, what with that silver tongue and all...

Shaking off her lingering memories and the dull ache of disused desire, Siggy dashed downstairs holding her baby girl close. Once she made it to the ground floor she threw on a big shawl to cover Hela from snowfall and darted out barefoot.

"Siggy!"

She was instantly caught up in a giant hug from Moira, who was still a foot taller than she. "Easy!" she barked and pushed off her half-sister.

"Fuck, sorry dove." Moira barked and slapped a hand to her mouth. "Shit! I should watch my damn mouth! Look at ye wee babe! She's so dear and innocent!"

Siggy smirked. "Not for long! And no super hugs for her just yet."

"Donna worry 'bout me." Moira said and followed Siggy toward her mother's house. "All o' us wanna see your babe, girl. The others even- who dinna give up their hair- wanna see this Valkyrie baby."

"It's crazy." Siggy snapped and cuddled her baby girl to her chest. "They didn't want anything to do with us before.

Moira frowned. "I know...but the fact is they stepped up, yea? We're free. If you're worried about their attention to baby Hela, Danila and Grace are workin' to hide her. Danny tries to shield this place with that telepathy mumbo jumbo and Grace has enlisted the help of her boy-o."

"Her what?"
"Her man; Steve Rogers. He is gettin' help from someone within his connections. A techie or somethin'."

Siggy smiled. "Oh! Steve and Grace then? That's really sweet."

"Ach! Sickeningly so!" Moira barked as they made it to the porch overhang. "Ye'd think the two o them hadn't had sex before by the way they act."

They entered Siggy's mother's home and both were enveloped in warmth and comforting smells of a home. Grace looked relaxed as she was encouraged to kneed dough instantly by Franziska and even Danny had a soft smile while she stirred a large pot on the corner Dutch stove.

"Meine Enkelin!" Franziska barked as she spotted her granddaughter. Siggy easily gave over to the demand and her mother snatched the baby up quickly.

The women, sisters by circumstance and the magic that made them, quickly hit the rhythm that they'd formed over the year of their servitude. Within moments they were sharing secrets they'd gleaned in only weeks apart, gossip and of course, poking fun at Grace's new chaste-looking romance.

The eldest of them merely rolled her eyes and bid the others to set the large table in the dining room. Siggy noticed their great leader seemed to stare at the giant German clock every ten seconds or so.

"Antsy, Gracie?"

"What?" she said, eyes confused until suddenly there was a loud ringing throughout the house. "Oh my god...Can he...?"

Grace caught Siggy's eyes and instantly dropped the duty bestowed on her before she bolted to the front door, headless of the gaggle of hens that followed her.

Franzi had opened the door first, with baby Hela on her hip. Her accent had sent the Captain on guard instantly, though he chided himself immediately. "Ma'am." He said and lowered his head towards the tall blonde.

"You must be the good Captain Rogers I've heard so much about. Please! Do come into our home."

Steve was smiling by now and calmed by the motherly figure when suddenly he spotted the illusive object of his desire. "Grace." He choked out, awed by her appearance.

She was still the same leggy vixen as he'd last seen her years before, with lush, chestnut brown hair and the earthiest green eyes he'd ever seen. Though this time she was wearing a long sweater and jeans that hugged her fit, mile-long legs.

"Grace," he said her name again, his voice hung up on his desire for her.

She didn't respond and then suddenly she was running and he was on his back in the snow, bombarded by the weight of a woman. It was feeling that he'd never before known and, all at once, he decided it was the most amazing thing he'd ever felt.

He gripped her shoulders, like a drowning man as her little fangs dragged over the skin at his neck. Suddenly he couldn't contain his reaction; he bucked against her with his hips. Her little moan nearly did him in and he wrapped his arms around her. "You're going to be the death of me, Grace!" He whispered in her ear more harshly than he intended. She leaned back as much as she dared and grasped his face in her palms.

"I hope not, soldier. I've only just got you." The grin she received warmed her blood and she couldn't help shifting her hips over his again. She swore he responded naturally with a sharp thrust.

"Ach! Just look at 'em!"

In an instant the two of them jolted, though Grace stumbled a bit the Captain reached up to help her to her feet. Both were red in the face as Grace glared over at their audience. "Oh, go on!" She snapped and felt the Captain's warm body at her back. "You're just jealous, you bunch of hens." She said and reached for his arm before smiling sheepishly over her shoulder at him.

"Ach, donna remind us all!" Moira cried and turned from the others to go back inside. She pulled Siggy along after her and continued speaking. "I miss the man I left behind, though it was only his gaze I took and for one night alone." Her eyes were warm and sad. "I wait to see him still."

Siggy had a hard time putting heart into an eye roll. She understood the conviction of love, nearly an obsession, which developed from Moira so quickly to Volstagg- as it was very much like her love for Loki. Siggy didn't think twice when it came to him, but now she had to because she needed to think about their daughter as well.

"Moira," Siggy began, shoving down her problems. "We should consider our next move. Once everyone is settled here and Danila is rested we might want to take the Tesseract back to Asgard quickly."

Moira nodded. "Yes. That stone is sitting uneasy in the guest closet of your damn home."

"I'm fit to leave when you are. We have my mother, Danny and Grace here, as well as Steve now. I'd feel...okay leaving Hela with them."

Moira smirked. "I know, young mam. You donna trust anyone with ye babe. But she isn't a newborn anymore and she has many you can trust with her care."

Siggy sighed and tried to look calm. "Yeah well, she hasn't met her father and he doesn't even know she exists. Fuck, I don't know how to contact him." She paced back and forth before throwing her hands in the air. "I was trying to tell him but Tivan fucked everything royally up!"

Moira smirked and tried to calm her. "Ach, well when you see him next just flash yer big mam tits and that'll get him to forgive ye right quick."

A sigh was her first answer. "Good talk, Moira."

"Anytime."