Just to let you guys know, I'm considering rewriting some of the previous chapters. The actual story isn't changing, but after doing a few more chapters, I realised that my writing got a bit better later on so ima improve some of them :P Damn my mind :P Anyway! The story's almost over *cries* but I already have ideas for a prequel (possibly a sequel if you guys want it?) and some one shots :P ENJOY! x x

Disclaimer: I own nothing! Some of the dialogue belongs to The Avengers movie and Marvel...etc :D

Sigyn leant against the wall, gazing over at her husband as he quizzed Selvig over the Tesseract. She watched as he circled Selvig and the device that had been placed in the centre of the roof. Sigyn couldn't help but laugh at Loki, as he put on his best 'evil God of Mischief' act. Her laughter received a questioning look from Loki, but Sigyn simply shook her head and gestured for him to return to torturing the poor astrophysicist.

"How long before we can open the portal?" Loki asked him, as he returned to his pacing.

"She's almost ready," he replied, gesturing towards the cube, "I just have some adjustments to make to the device an-"

"Whatever it is, do it." Loki interrupted, walking back towards Sigyn.

Just as he reached her, Sigyn glanced over at Selvig, and felt a pang of sympathy as she saw the fear in his eyes. She flashed him a small smile, hoping it would comfort him.

"There's no need to be so short with him you know," she scolded, hitting him lightly on the arm, "He'll do as you ask anyway."

Loki looked down at her in surprise. Even before we were married she could always make me feel bad about...well being me, he thought.

"You're right, love." he replied eventually, smiling at her. As always.

He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and led her inside.

Throwing her cape over the back of one of the sofas, Sigyn threw herself on to it and sighed happily. She stretched her arms out, her armour rustling slightly at the movement. She allowed her gaze to drift around the room, taking in the decor of the place. When her gaze reached the bar, which stretched across the wall in front of her, she rolled her eyes.

Why doesn't it surprise that Stark would live in a place like thisshe thought, shaking her head slightly. She was pulled out of her reverie as her husband appeared above her.

"Making yourself at home, love?" Loki asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

Sigyn tilted her head over the arm of the chair and laughed, her curls just brushing his feet. He leant down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Sigyn took his hand, and tugged at it lightly. Loki smiled and sat down on the sofa next to her, allowing her head to rest in his lap.

"I'll answer your questions now." she said, as his fingers traced light patterns on her neck.

Loki was silent for a while, his brow furrowed in concentration. Sigyn could tell he was thinking hard about what to ask her first. She lifted herself so she was sat up in his lap, noticing the small smile on his face as she shifted.

After a while, he spoke.

"What exactly is this power of yours?" he asked.

Sigyn rested her head on his shoulder, and ghosted small kisses across his throat. She felt him wrap his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

"Well, to put it simply, I can manipulate matter," she began, smiling up at the look of confusion on his face.

"Okay, but what about Thor's wrist," he replied, "You seemed pretty surprised that you broke it?"

Sigyn laughed as she remembered, her whole body shaking from her amusement. She heard Loki groan at her movement, which only made her laugh harder.

"I was surprised," she said eventually, gasping slightly, "I wasn't even sure it'd happen, and I have absolutely no idea what this power can or can't do."

"What do you mean?" he asked, shifting underneath her.

"Well, when I received this power," she continued as she wrapped her hand into his hair, twisting it between her fingers, "I was never told anything about it."

"Received? Well I guess I would have noticed if you'd had this power from the start." he said, his eyes closing as she continued to play with his hair.

Sigyn laughed again. I wonder how he'll react to this she thought.

"It was a wedding present," she began, watching him closely.

She paused, gauging his reaction, and then continued.

"From King Laufey."

Loki's shot open in surprise and he turned around to face her. She had never had the opportunity to surprise her husband on so many occasions, in such a short space of time, and she was enjoying it more than she expected. Now I understand why he likes surprising people so much.

"From...what...why?" he stuttered, unable to form complete sentences as he tried to come to terms with the fact that his wife had visited his father, without him knowing.

"I don't know," she shrugged, "But I have it and it could help us win."

"Where in the name of Odin am I?" Thor wondered aloud, his eyes searching for Mjolnir.

Thor reached out to push himself up from the ground and felt a surge of pain through his right wrist.

"You are going to pay for this, little sister!" he roared, rubbing his wrist and trying to rid himself of the pain.

If anyone finds out that the little bitch broke my wrist, I will never live it down, he thought, mentally cursing Sigyn, though it's a shame I was never good with healing magic.

At that moment, his hammer came flying towards him and he began to walk forward, hoping he would somehow find his way out of this place.

Sigyn walked up the stairs to the roof, sighing as she went. Why do I get the feeling he wanted...no needed me out of the way? she thought grumpily.

She reached the roof and walked over to Selvig. She noticed him glance up at her, but he averted his gaze almost straight away. She touched him lightly on the arm and he turned back to look at her.

"You have no need to fear me, you know?" she said, trying to reassure him, "I'm the good cop."

Selvig smiled at her use of a mortal phrase and opened his mouth to reply to her, but was interrupted. Sigyn turned around, only to see Stark hovering above them.

Oh...just as my day was going nicely.

"Shut it down, Selvig!" Stark shouted, moving closer to them.

But it was Sigyn who answered him.

"I think you already know that's not going to happen" she called out to him, smirking as she stood by Selvig.

Hopefully I've learnt something from my husband she thought as she gauged Stark's reaction to her lie.

"Then I'm afraid I'll have to do it myself," Stark answered, raising his arm to aim at the Tesseract.

Stark shot at the cube, but a shield of energy erupted around the machine. Sigyn pushed Selvig to the ground as the wave hit Stark, causing him to be blasted backwards. Once the device had settled, Sigyn rose from the ground, dusting herself off. She walked towards Stark, her smirk back in place.

"Not exactly what you were hoping for, hmm?" she called, standing directly in front of him.

Stark began to answer, until movement on the balcony below drew his gaze. Sigyn followed his gaze and saw Loki stood on the balcony, slowly applauding Stark. He turned from the roof, and descended to Loki.

"Are you okay?" Sigyn asked, turning back towards Selvig – who was still lying on the ground.

He nodded as Sigyn walked to him and pulled him from the ground.

"A shield?" Sigyn asked, moving her gaze from the cube to the scientist as he turned towards the cube.

"Yes," he began, as he returned to working on the machine, still keeping his eyes away from Sigyn, "The cube's pure energy, nothing can stop it."

"Nice touch." Stark called, gesturing around at his tower as he landed on the balcony.

Loki inclined his head and began walking back towards the tower.

"Are you here to appeal to my humanity?" Loki said, ignoring Stark's comment.

He followed Stark as he entered the tower, his usual smirk back in place.

"Actually, I'm here to threaten you." Stark replied simply, as he walked behind the bar in the lounge. He pulled a bottle from behind the bar along with two glasses.

He took note of the cape that was still draped across the back of his sofa, a cape which could only have belonged to Sigyn. Well someone clearly made themselves at home...

"Drink?" he asked calmly, holding up the bottle.

Loki simply shook his head and continued to walk towards him.

"Threaten me?" he asked, raising his eyebrow, "You'd better put that suit of yours back on then."

Stark laughed, grabbing cuffs from the bar's surface. On his way here, he had instructed Jarvis to prepare the newest model of his suit, and the cuffs meant that the suit would come to him rather than the other way around.

"Yes, threaten you," Stark repeated, "Are you sure you don't want that drink?"

Loki smiled and shook his head again.

"My army is coming, do you truly believe you can stop them?" Loki laughed, walking over to the window, "What could I possibly have to fear?"

"The Avengers," Stark replied, attaching the cuffs to his wrists, "It's a name we've given ourselves, you see."

Loki turned to face Stark, who was now standing next to him.

"Indeed, I've met them." Loki said, his smile widening.

"I know it took us a while to get going, but you managed to piss off every single one of us." Stark continued.

"That was the intention," Loki said, tightening his grip on his sceptre.

He walked towards Stark, his smirk still in place.

"Tell me," he said, raising the sceptre to Stark's chest, "How will they have to time to fight us, if they're fighting you?"

He pressed the weapon to Stark's heart, as he had done to Selvig and Barton. To his surprise, it failed.

"Something wro-" Stark began, but was cut off as Loki's hand closed around his throat.

"Oh! What's happened now?" Sigyn sighed, not necessarily looking for an answer as she charged towards the stairs.

She had heard a crash from below them. What are the chances he's gone and hurt himself again? she thought as she reached the balcony.

She was stopped in her tracks as she saw Loki fly backwards from the window and heard Stark call;

"And there's one other person you pissed off! His name was Phil."

She ran across the room, throwing an angry glare at Stark and looked down at her husband, who was now sprawled across the floor.

"I can't leave you alone for a second without you getting into trouble, hm?" she sighed, walking over to her husband.

It's like Sif's hair all over again! she thought to herself as she reached him. She stood over him, her hands on her hips and her eyebrow raised waiting for an explanation.

"And that's another one to me, husband" Sigyn said, smirking at him.

He glared up at her and pulled himself up off the floor. He was about to speak, but was interrupted by a loud a blast followed by a beam of blinding light coming from the roof.

"They're coming." Sigyn whispered, glancing up to see the portal open.

Loki wrapped his arm around his wife's waist and led her over to the balcony.

"This is it, love," he whispered to her, as she snaked her own arm around his waist, "This is war."

Sigyn rested her arms on the balcony, feeling the warmth of her husband's arms around her. Loki rested his chin on her shoulder and pulled her closer to him. They stayed there for a while, watching the destruction unfold below them, until they were interrupted by Thor. Sigyn turned towards her husband, watching as his clothes changed from green and black leather to his golden armour. She ran her hand of one of the horns on his helmet and kissed him.

"Go," she said, "You handle him, I have a little plan of my own."

Loki smiled and watched as she walked towards the edge of the balcony where she glanced over at Thor.

"How's the wrist?" she asked, smirking.

Thor simply glared at her, his anger deepening as he heard his Loki laugh. He clenched his fists turned his attentions back to Loki.

I need a ride... she thought, as she reached the balcony's edge. Her eyes searched the city below her and before she could finish that thought, a swarm of Chitauri soldiers appeared.

She glanced behind her, taking a final look at her husband and catching a small part of their conversation.

"Loki!" Thor shouted, "Turn off the Tesseract, or I will have to destroy it myself!"

"You can't stop it," Loki called, as he walked towards his brother, his arms stretched out towards his invading army, "There is nothing but war!"

Sigyn turned her back on them both and jumped, her cape billowing out behind her. She landed on the empty back of one of the flying boards, which was manned by only two Chitauri warriors and noticed that the soldiers before her, or the others, didn't make a move to attack her.

"Take me to Stark," she said, hoping it would understand her, "The idiot in the bright red suit."

The soldiers turned away from the others, and sped away in the direction Stark had gone.

Loki was right, she thought, they do know who I am.

"There!" she called out to the soldiers, pointing ahead of them.

The soldier made no move to acknowledge her but they turned the corner and were heading in the direction she wanted.

Within minutes, she was in front of Stark, stopping him in his tracks.

"You won't win this," Stark called to her, watching as the soldier turned the board so she could face him. They answer to her too, he thought, wonderful.

"No?" she replied, tilting her head slightly, her smile matching her sickly sweet tone.

Stark drifted towards her, until he was only a few inches away from her.

"No...you won't." he said, his gaze travelling to the soldier behind her.

He couldn't see any form of weapon, on the board or her. Weapons or no weapons, I'd best be careful, he thought, returning his gaze to Sigyn.

"I think you are very mistaken." she snarled, her eyes darkening as her anger grew.

Before Stark could reply, Sigyn raised her hand and he felt the metal of his suit tighten around his throat.

"How about now?" she asked him, laughing as he tried to break free from the pressure on his throat, "Can they win without you?"

She clenched her fist, and watched as the metal continued to press in to his neck and the power in his suit began to fail. I could kill him, she thought, her lips forming a thin smile, but then it would be over far too quickly and I want to have some fun.

Sigyn released her grip and watched as Stark began to fall from the sky, a wry smile forming on her lips.

One down...

Stark regained power just before he hit the ground. Another suit ruined, he thought as he reached up to feel the damage around his neck, but at least I can still breathe...sort of.

He was drawn from his thoughts as Romanoff's voice entered his helmet, crackling slightly from the damage on his suit.

"Stark..." she asked, "Where the hell are you?"

"I could ask you the same question," he replied, his voice strained from the tightness of his helmet, "Has Banner turned up yet?"

"The portal's open," she stated, ignoring his comment, "Do you think you could bring them to us? And no sign of Banner just yet..."

"Well, tell me if he does, okay?" Stark asked, preparing him for the impending battle.

Let's get this party started...he thought grimly, and soared back up to the Chitauri.