Author's Note: Greetings! It's been a while. There was a lot of drama lately and posting kinda got onto the back burner. But, enough rambling.

Chapter 7: Tragedy Arises

Loki did not expect them to return to him. But it was nice to know that he wouldn't have to walk 50 miles in this desert. Especially with what you are.

"They stole my entire life's work. I don't really have much left to lose." Jane said. He could imagine the pain he'd go through if someone had stolen his work. He would behead them. Actually, no, the chambers below the castle would be the punishment.

"Who are you, really?"

"I am Loki, I believe that in your myths I am God of Mischief, Chaos and Flames." He purposely kept the 'Odinson' out because he wasn't Odin's son he was a monster.

"I really hope you're not crazy."

"I do so as well."

/W\\\\\\\\\\

They drove along in the 'van' until they came to a facility that was built around what he knew to be his helm.

"This is not a satellite crash. If it was they would've hauled the wreckage away not built a city around it."

Loki wondered why Midgard's moons crashed and then he remembered that 'Earth' only had one moon. He decided that this was another funny Midgardian saying.

"It is not a satellite, it is my helm. They want to know what it is and, if they are of hostile intentions use it for their own gain. When I reappear I hope I will be able to return the items stolen from you." Then he walked towards the facility and Jane watched from her perch.

/W\\\\\\\\\\

It was pathetically simple, really. Getting to his helm. All he had to do was cause a distraction and attack the few men who happened to see him in the shadows.

And now his helm was within his reach. He held the bottom strap and pulled. But it would not move! He tried repeatedly and it would not yield. But, he got information.

'Loki,' it was his Fath- the Allfather's voice, whispering to him. 'You will must wait for Thor to become worthy to return to Asgard.'

That was when Loki broke. He fell to his knees and wept openly. He felt arms tugging at him but didn't fight. He didn't care if they called him 'womanly' or 'coward'. He'd heard that all his life.

/W\\\\\\\\\\

And from the Bifrost Observatory, Heimdall watched, as the Rightful King of Jotunheim was pulled away.

Author's Note:

Honestly, I don't know how I'll manage life with my pathetically dismal excuse of time management. Feel free to comment and favorite!

Also, just a personal note, I've just finished BBC Sherlock Series 4. And I want to write some fanfic! Would you guys like to see that?