Hands
Hands, finally, hands are grabbing her, pulling her in and out of the Void. Sigyn can feel, see, hear, her senses come back to her all at once in one triumphant swing. She knows not how long it has been simply her, all alone, floating, soaring, or standing still in the depths of the nothing. She closes her eyes and arms are around her and they are attached to the hands that have grabbed her. And she cares little of whose arms and whose hands grab and hold her. Sigyn cares only that she has been taken from the nothingness and brought back into the somethingness. Though it may not be any somethingness that Sigyn has ever before experienced, to her, anything other than the Void is Home.
Sigyn hears sounds that are spoken like words but are almost entirely foreign to her, she cannot understand them. They speak in a tongue unknown to her ears, and yet the basic sounds are somewhat familiar to her. She opens her eyes and sees a man, not tall enough to be a goð but not short enough to be a dvergr. One of the álfar, perhaps? No. He lacks all of the characteristics of any of the álfar species.
She is being pulled away from the man by familiar hands that are connected to familiar arms that belong to a familiar voice which speaks harshly at the man in his own unfamiliar tongue.
Loki's voice is hoarse as he yells at the mortal man in his own bastardized language. He pulls Sigyn away from him by her thin wrists.
This is the first capstone that he has reached in his so far horrifying voyage through the Void that has ended in this mortal Realm. Loki has fought through the forces of Thanos and his Other and the mindless soldiers called the Chitari only able to get through their means of torture by focusing on his reasons for being in the Void in the first place. They picked Loki up when he floated by them in the Void which they have been banished to by the forces of their own Realm. Wishing to use him as their ticket out of the Void by playing to his emotions they were sorrowfully unable to crack through the strength of the former-Asgardian's will to be free to find his love. Yet, it was not until they found Sigyn herself and wished to capture her too, to control Loki better, that he finally finds his powers and pulls them back to use, transporting himself and Sigyn into the closest Realm to the nothingness, Midgard.
"Who are you?" The mortal man asks, "What are you doing here?"
"I am Loki of Asgard and I have come here to your petty little Realm seeking sanctuary."
"Well, thanks for being so polite about it." The man says sarcastically, "How about 'no'?"
"I am warning you mortal, I am no ordinary man." Loki snarls back at the man, "I am a god!"
"A god? Well heavens above! I do declare, I express my sincerest apologies. There's no room for you to stay here tonight but, if you need a place to have a virgin birth, there are a whole lot of barns outside of the city."
"Do not test me mortal-"
"Loki?" Sigyn asks uncertainly, looking up into the emerald eyes of her dearly loved prince, "What is going on? Where are we? What is this man saying? What are you saying?"
"Be still Sigyn," Loki mutters back softly in her own native tongue, "The time for questions is yet to come."
"But I want to have answers."
"Then use a little patience!" Loki spits, squeezing tightly where his hands wrap around her wrists.
He backs away as he feels Sigyn's body twist out of his grip.
"Never harm me Loki." She tells him, her voice clearer than before, anger making her forget her prior fear.
She turns to the mortal man who looks down at her with eyebrows raised, "Who are you?" She asks him but her only response is uncomprehending.
Finally, Loki takes pity on her and the mortal, translating for Sigyn. "She wishes to know who you are."
"I'm Tony Stark, duh." The mortal man replies, "Now, who the hell are you?"