AN-My newest story. This is pretty much my baby, I've been planning for months. I will admit to once again writing a Loki based story with no Loki, but he dies turn up in some past scenes in later chapters, and will feature heavily in the sequel.

This story will be about 6 chapters long, next one should be up wuthing the week. I hope you enjoy, please please leave me a review to let me know what you think!

(This prologue takes place in post-avengers 2012, with the rest of the story post Thor:The dark world.)

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The Royal Wing, Palace of the Vanir, Vanaheim

The year 3710 of Odin's Rule

"I must leave."

Freyja, the Queen of Vanaheim, looked at her daughter and sighed. The girl was well into her second trimester and though she had always been reasonably active, it was hardly a sensible time to start a life on the run.

"Don't be ridiculous, where will you go?" Freyja tried to reason. "If you cross them, nobody will give you sanctuary! And for what? To protect your husband?"

The younger woman turned around to face the queen. "Why shouldn't I? I swore before the Norns to stand by his side as his wife. Vows like those are not to be broken!" There was a note of anger in her voice.

"Daughter, be reasonable!" The queen replied. "That man broke his vows to you the day he made you flee! You came here desperate and hurt, as your mother I cannot forget what he did to you."

"I have told you not to make assumptions mother, and I stand by that. You do not know the facts, and so I will not stand for you slandering the man I love." Her voice was firm.

Freyja sighed, conceding the point. "Nonetheless I cannot agree with this course of action. It is foolish to even consider. What harm is there in giving evidence before the court? If you run will be seen as an admission of guilt, you will never be free of them. They will hunt you to the ends of Yggdrasil."

Her daughter nodded. "They will. But if I return I will be admitting to treason at the least. I cannot risk the life of my child by returning to that rotten place." There was finality in her voice. She pushed her golden-red locks from her face and turned her back, continuing to pack clothes and toiletries into a small satchel. The sheer volume of items could not possibly fit. But it did.

Freyja gave up and helped her daughter collect her things. "Would they really harm your child?" She asked. The queen was unused to feeling so unsure.

Sigyn turned to face her mother, grief marring in the lines of her beautiful face. "Remember what they did to her siblings and repeat that question." She stated.

Freyja looked away. "Very well. I will tell them you never came here. Look after yourself, daughter. You carry the heir to the Vanir throne."

The pregnant woman looked dryly at her mother. "Is that a call to arms? Vanaheim never did well out of our last rebellion. I doubt a new queen would make a difference. Odin Allfather holds tyranny over eight of the nine realms mother. Accept that as long as he lives we will never be free of Asgard."

Freyja turned back to her daughter, complete sadness in her eyes. "And this is the man whom you intend to hide from. What hope is there for any of us?"

"That the old man will die in his sleep perhaps? We can only keep living, mother." Having finished her packing, she collected her bag and her travelling cloak, wrapping the fabric tight around herself. "Goodbye mother."

Sigyn Freyjasdottir left the room. She did not look back.

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