Prologue
Loki looked around at his captors. The man, Tony they called him, had quite enjoyed putting the gag in his mouth. Thor said he could not bring himself to do it. Tony had enjoyed it a little too much; he had shoved the throat piece almost all the way down his throat.
Thor came to him and bound his hands in the chains.
"We will go home Brother. Father will decide what to do with you there."
Loki just stared at him, contempt in his eyes.
"Take the other end Brother. It's time to go."
Loki looked down and grabbed one of the handles of the Tesseract case in his hand.
"Turn with me Brother. 1…2…3."
They both turned the handles and shot in a light of brilliant blue energy up to the sky.
"Thank goodness that's over. Drink anyone? I need to wash the taste of shawarma out." Tony spoke.
"I'm up for it." Bruce threw a bag in the back of Tony's car and they drove off back to Stark Tower.
"Like travelling the BiFrost is it not?" Thor shouted. They came to the edge of the broken bridge where a group of soldiers were waiting.
"Hand over the Fallen Prince."
Loki was placed in the middle of the group and walked to the palace. Thor pulled aside one of the soldiers.
"Take this immediately to my father. Tell him it is of utmost importance that it be placed somewhere safe."
"Yes my Prince." The soldier bowed and ran to join the others.
"I saw your altercation on Earth with him."
"Heimdall…did you see something I did not?"
"Loki is not lost to us, though he may seem it. There were hints of regret and shame in him, though I do not blame you for not seeing it."
"I will never stop fighting for my brother Heimdall."
"That is good. He will need you Thor. Go to your father now, Odin wishes to see you."