Both the Avengers and Loki spent a full hour discussing their plans before Korg, Heimdall, and Brunnhilde arrived.

"Nice place." Brunnhilde announced, downing a bottle of liquor in less than five seconds.

"Damn." Tony breathed, feeling shocked, impressed, and slightly turned on.

Korg marched up to Wanda with a grin, holding out a rocky hand for her to shake.

"Hey, I'm Korg. I'm made of rocks, as you can see, but don't let that intimidate you. And you are?"

The sorceress couldn't help but smile at his strangely friendly disposition.

"I am Wanda Maximoff. It's a pleasure to meet you, Korg."

She chuckled at his pleasantly surprised look. He wasn't used to being treated with such open kindness from someone he'd just met.

Loki glared at Heimdall, clearly upset.

"Who's watching over the people?"

Stark cocked an eyebrow at Loki's evident care for the people of Asgard. Apparently, there was a lot he didn't know about the trickster.

"Oh. She says she's quite capable of managing an entire race. She also says that she happens to be an old friend of yours." Korg responded cheerily.

His interest piqued, Loki leaned forward on the end of his chair, gazing at the kronan with curiosity.

"Who?"

Korg didn't even have time to answer before a voice rang out from the shadows.

"Me."

His breath caught in his throat as the god of mischief instantly recognized the voice. He'd know it anywhere.

She stepped into the light and removed her hood, letting her dark blue cloak rest on her shoulders, partially covering her shimmering silver gown, accented with diamond jewels.

"Sigyn."

She reached forward to Loki timidly and grabbed his wrist, turning it over for her to see. She smiled in relief when she laid eyes on the small heart-shaped tattoo.

"You still have it."

He pulled his wrist away and covered it up with his sleeve, rubbing it self-consciously.

"Of course I do. It's not something for me to get rid of, no matter how badly I want to."

Stark polished off his scotch and gave Loki a questioning glare.

"I'm sorry, but who is this?"

The woman pursed her lips and looked at the trickster expectantly.

"This is Sigyn, my....ex wife."

Tony nodded slowly and offered to do a round of shots with Brunnhilde, something that she quickly obliged to.

"We need to talk." Sigyn said, motioning towards the doors.

Loki followed her out with an audible sigh, unsure of what the woman had to say.

When they were out of earshot of any curious eavesdroppers, she reached for his hand. He quickly jerked it away.

"No, Sigyn. You don't get to run off and then be expected to be welcomed back by me with open arms. I do not love you, and I never will love you again. I won't make the same mistake twice. What is it that you want so desperately to say?"

Sigyn fidgeted with her hands, avoiding his burning stare. She took a deep breath, unsure of how to phrase what she wanted to say.

"Do you remember that summer on Alfheim long ago?"

Loki grimaced, the memory resurfacing in his mind.

"Clear as day. You ran off with that exceedingly arrogant Light Elf after we made love under the willow tree by the lake. I never did forgive you for that."

She kept her eyes focused downward.

"Well something happened after I ran off. I discovered something that neither one of us wanted to be true...at the time."

The god of mischief was utterly perplexed.

"I do not understand..."

For the first time in a while, she met his eyes with a sheepish smile.

"Loki....you have a son."

He froze. Every muscle in his body went taunt as he stood, locked in place, his lips parted in shock as he took in what his former love had to say with a sharp intake of breath.

"How long has it been?"

She sensed his uneasiness and gradually took several steps backward.

"In Midgardian years, he is six, and has no knowledge of you."

Loki turned on his heel and swiftly walked back through the doors.

"I need a moment."

Her attempts to chase after him were fruitless as he made his way into the facility and disappeared. She didn't notice him reappear at the bar next to Brunnhilde with his head in his hands. Deciding that it was best for him to be left alone, she tucked back a strand of ash-white blonde hair and silently left for the warehouse, saying no goodbyes.

At the bar, a wasted Tony was attempting to flirt with a depressingly sober Valkyrie.

"Your Midgardian liquor is not even close to as strong as the fine Asgardian liquors I drink, Stark. If you really want to flirt with me, you'll have to go through an annoyingly stubborn Loki and get me a bit more drunk." She said with exasperation.

Loki's groan was muffled by his leather as he refused to lift up his head from the cold platinum surface of the bar.

"Do you have anything strong, Love?" He asked, his hand reaching over blindly in search of Brunnhilde's.

She pulled out several large bottles from seemingly nowhere and handed them to him before grabbing a handful of hair and yanking him up by it.

"Ow!" He complained, rubbing his head and ripping off the cork of one of the bottles of strong liquor.

He threw his head back and gulped it down with not even close to the same speed that Brunnhilde could. When he was exceptionally drunk, he began singing the ABC's with Tony. When they were finished, he stumbled over to Thor and clamped a hand on his shoulder, grinning like an idiot and slouching sideways.

"Thor....hey Thoooor!" He slurred.

The blonde raised his eyebrows and tried in vain to help his brother stand upright.

"Thooooooor!" He cried persistently.

Thor finally gave in.

"What do you want, brother?"

Loki continued to grin broadly.

"I finally figured out why I'm from Jotunheim."

Thor sighed.

"Why's that, Loki?"

The trickster repeatedly hit him on the shoulder, giggling.

"Because everyone on Asgard is an insufferable ass! Get it?! Assgard!"

He cackled madly, not stopping until Brunnhilde smashed one of the empty bottles over his head, causing him to fall to the ground and cease his hysterical fits of laughter.

"Worth it." He said quietly before passing out.

Needless to say, when he awoke the next morning in one of Stark's guest bedrooms, he had a nasty headache and a whole lot of problems to face.