Squeeze. Sigh. "Okay. - Did I guess right that she's planning on conquering Jötunheim and putting me on the throne because surely no one on Jötunheim will care anything for my qualifications as long as I'm blue?"

"...Conquering Jotunheim might not have turned out to be necessary, depending. She wasn't sure of exactly what she planned to do exactly when. I tried to tell her that adopting a child was going to be more complicated than she expected, but Thor had given her no reason to doubt her assumptions so far..."

"Of course." Sigh. "Telling Thor's going to be tremendous fun. ...Do you happen to know why I'm so short?"

"I don't know exactly what she did, but of course it had to - if you were twelve feet tall someone would have noticed."

"I'm shorter than Thor!"

"Maybe you would have been short for a jotun and it scaled you down," he says helplessly. Then he starts giggling.

Loki giggles too.

Slightly hysterical weepy laughter. Continuing hugs.

"So," sighs Loki, when the giggles subside, "what's the best way to announce I'm alive, not planning to live anywhere I can't be as sorcerous as I please without hiding it, a frost giant - that one possibly only to selected parties - planning on toting the Tesseract around because I like it and it likes me back, etcetera?"

"...Stars, Loki, I have no idea," he says, venting another half-breath of helpless laughter at the thought. "What happened? Should I call for Thor - you should perhaps not show Thor your other face right away, but she'll be so relieved to know you're alive, I couldn't keep that from her for a moment longer than necessary..."

"This mischief-maker," she says, pointing at the Tesseract, "thought I wasn't being interesting enough or something, and knocked me into an alternate dimension where I landed on a stupid cylindrical planet and helped in a war effort against a real nasty piece of work of a god who I couldn't actually kill until I got out of the universe and got Heimdall to tell me where the Tesseract was. ...Sigyn probably thinks Odin killed me, he should know I'm alive right away too."

"I never know what to think of Sigyn," says Frigg. He hugs Loki one more time, then stands back and looks at her, blinking tears from his eyes and smiling shakily.

"I'm all right, Father. And I've got a hell of a story."

"Do I call for Thor? She might take a summons better than a... an appearance. And I don't know where she is. Though," he glances at the Tesseract, "perhaps that won't be a problem for you."

Loki laughs. She taps the corner of the Tesseract and crackles and looks for Thor.

Thor: is sparring with the Warriors Three.

"Practice hall with the Three." And Sigyn?

Spectating.

"Sigyn's there too, or I might just surprise him."

"Someone's about to fetch Thor to me so she can be a little less startled. I thought you wouldn't mind the startlement. If you thought Odin was trying to murder me, well, I thought that too, but it wasn't her, she is guilty of other errors but not that one."

Giggle giggle.