Life flourished back into Loki's body. His pale skin gained as much colour as it could. The unconscious God of Mischief was surrounded by a harrowing green glow which was swiftly absorbed by his skin. Sweet night air entered his lungs as he took a painfully deep breath. Loki opened his eyes which were slowly regaining their emerald green shade. Every bone in his body was aching; the sheer force of the black hole would have killed any mortal man. Loki tried to sit up but the pain was too great, letting out a small cry of pain he collapsed back into the dirt. He tried to recognise the constellations in the black night and gradually realised he was in Midgard, "Oh the irony, it had to be Thor's favourite inferior realm," he croaked. Tilting his head, he noticed a small group of lights in the distance. As his magic slowly repaired his body, Loki attempted to stand once again and this time he was successful. Loki's clothes were ripped and covered in filth. He looked up into the stars, "I bet you're finding this so hilarious Heimdall," he bellowed. Loki waited a few seconds just to stare into space then he started the agonizing journey to the lights in hope of meeting some sort of civilisation.
Heimdall could not see Loki for he didn't believe he was alive. He was too busy watching Jane as requested by Thor. Heimdall was worried for Thor as he was becoming more obsessed with what Jane was doing; this may have been a distraction from mourning his brother though. The funeral for Loki was only a day away and Thor had not yet mourned for Loki. Somehow Thor believed Loki could still be alive somewhere. Thor was joined by Sif and The Warriors Three in the lounge. The fire was flickering and the conversation was dead. The only sound was of Volstagg eating away at the banquet. Fandral looked over at Volstagg in disgust then turned to Thor who he was sat next to,"You never know, Loki could still be alive. He's smart, I'm sure he used his magic to survive."
"If so, who's to say he would actually return to Asgard and we have no idea which realm he could be in, he might not even be in a realm," the hope was slowly being drawn out of Thor's voice.
"Don't lose hope friend..." Fandral was cut off by Thor.
"...What hope is there now?" Pain filled Thor's speech, "The way Loki looked at me before he let go... he looked so sad. I could have stopped him; I could have helped him up. Even if Heimdall did find Loki, alive, we wouldn't be able to get to him anyway. I destroyed the Biofrost Bridge, it was my fault."
"Thor, it was not your fault, the bridge was destroyed by Loki before you even thought of destroying it yourself. Loki said there were more ways of getting out of Asgard than just the bridge. Not all is lost." Thor did not reply to Fandral, he swiftly stood up and walked out of the room. The rest of the room looked at Fandral for answers but he shook his head. They then realised the conversation was about Loki.