Loki found himself hanging on the last fixed piece of the Bifrost, debris and dust falling around him as gravity pulled everything into the abyss below.

"Aaunh," he grunted, trying to pull himself up, but to no avail. He was broken from all the fighting and lies, and he hung his head in exhaustion. The fallen prince quickly picked his head back up as he heard soft footsteps coming closer, followed by a trail of cloth. Loki pulled himself up just a little to see his mother pacing to him, and when she reached him, she threw herself gracefully on the glass bridge, her trembling hands clasped her son's, which were growing weary of holding on.

"Mother," Loki said, huffing. In reply, the Queen could only dig her chin into her chest, unable to hold back her tears. What she said after looking up hurt Loki more than a blow from Mjolnir could ever.

"Why, Loki, why?" she sobbed, holding his hands tighter.

"I thought you were my son."

"No, mother! I AM your son! I never had the intention to harm you. I am so sorry." Loki pleaded as he looked up into his mother's face.

"I thought you were my son," she repeated as she pulled up his hands to her chest, and Loki's eyes grew in surprise and fear. He looked down into the darkness and then back at Frigga.

"Mother, please! Do not do this!" Loki cried to his mother as his body began to go limp.

"I thought you were my son," were her last words again as she let go of his hands, and Loki fell into the abyss.

"NOOOOOOO!" he yelled as his hands still reached for her, and he became engulfed in darkness. But instead of hitting the cold, hard ground he had before, Loki jolted awake on a couch, the shadows from a hanging lamp jumping on the ceiling.

"Good, you're awake."

Loki looked around and saw a brunette standing in the doorway, one hand holding a bin resting on her hip as the other rummaged through it. And Loki threw his head back into a pillow.

"How're you feeling?" the girl asked as she sat down on the arm of the sofa chair next to the couch Loki had found himself on.

"I have no recollection of what occurred," Loki said as he sat up on his elbow, his head spinning and body aching.

"Well you were pretty banged up, even before those guys jumped you," she replied as she laid out the contents of her bin on the long center table.

"I gather that is your common term for being injured?" even after losing so much, he hadn't lost his sarcasm or his impatience with humans.

"Fancy, hunh? So where're you from? England?

"Where I'm from, I'm not sure you've heard-" he cut off his own response as he swatted away her hand which she had brought up to his neck.

"What are you doing?!" Loki hissed at her, but lowered himself back as his body punished him for being rude to a lady.

"What?" the girl whined back at him, raising her eyebrows in question and surprise. "Don't you have first aide where 'you're from'? What, do they call it healing supplies?" She played at his formality and accent as she put the dripping cloth back in its bowl.

Healing supplies?! Why on...Earth would he need those! Loki's body responded to his thought question with a jolt of sharp pain that started from his abdomen and ran all the way over his body. He lifted his head painfully to look at the spot where he had pressed his hand, and then slowly put it back as his throat released an audible sigh of disgust, which didn't go unnoticed by his "caretaker".

"You're bruised and broken all over, sir," the human mocked again as she turned up the dial on the mechanism holding the bowl and drenched the cloth in its substance.

"You may call me Loki," the prince said defeated, rubbing his nose bridge in frustration.

"Very original. I'm Sigyn. Now, will you allow me to tend to you?" Sigyn said, dragging the table closer and she sat on his couch.

"Clearly it seems necessary," Loki said, slowly straightening his arms by his side as he closed his eyes.

"Alright," Sigyn said, taking out the heavy cloth out of its bowl. "I would have used an ice pack on you, but you were frighteningly cold."

Of course I'm COLD, I'm a Jotun !#$%. All of his haughtiness melted away as he felt something else jolt through him as Sigyn pressed the wet and warm cloth on the arc between his neck and shoulder. His shudders were noticed by Sigyn and she quickly pulled the two blankets over him, and Loki had never before been grateful for so much warmth.