I really hope you all enjoyed Thanksgiving and liked that little story. On to the real chapter 8! I hope you guys missed a Loki POV! I know I did… it's fun writing Tony but I do love my Loki so… yea! On with loki! Leave me your thoughts and comments, maybe some of your ideas will make it into the book ;) and like always, it's writing fauter to me! Makes me write more! Love ya guys!

-Cluelessreader

Chapter 8

He didn't know where he was. Wherever he had gone it was peaceful. After everything Mr. Stark had just said, it seemed to be getting away was the best choice. Somehow his magic thought that too.

Loki looked around. Seeing large trees surrounded him. The leaves different shades of green, orange, yellow, and red. Some have already fallen off their branches. He himself was in the middle of a clearing. A circle of grass and flowers. The flowers around him reminded him of his old home. The garden of Asgard… his mother's garden.

He couldn't help it, but the wetness in his eyes returned. He never got to say goodbye to them, he doesn't even remember his past lives last words to them. He hopes it was something at least. Loki adored his mother, he would say goodbye. Loki feels it in his heart. Of course he would. His father was a whole other story. He idolized him. Loki always wanted to be just like Father. Make him proud in every way he can.

The clearing was nice, multicolored flowers everywhere. Many he had seen before, his mother always liked collecting seeds of plants from different realms. He saw many flowers that once littered the garden. Some bee balm, cardinal flowers, spring beauties, knotweed, northern wood sorrel, and spotted knapweed to name a few. The fiery reds and lush purples bring back memories of hiding from his older brother and his friends in that garden. Skipping warrior training and reading in the trees. Picking flowers and practicing his life magic to make it grow back, reborn and back to life. His mother always said he had a gift in it.

A light pink color caught his eye, shining in the full moon light. "Musk Mallow…" He hears himself subconsciously say. He knew it wasn't her favorite, but of all the Midgarden plants this was one of his mother's favorites. He didn't know why but he could guess.


"Come now Loki, I won't be angry. I can always plant another one." His mother told him supportively, one hand on his shoulder the other holding his own much smaller hand.

His mother had seen him making allusions. Using seidr... It wasn't allowed. Not for boys anyway. She would tell Father and he would be in so much trouble. Only… he wasn't. His mother had smiled a surprised and loving smile.

"Come my child, you must learn this gift. Not let it go untrained."

And soon lessons, secret lessons, had started. According to his mother he was unnaturally gifted. Most boys didn't have much seidr. Only enough to practice one skill, if they even choose to. If unchecked the magic fades with age. Forgotten and un-missed. For girl's however, they have more connection to the Norm's. Getting the gifts of seidr more easily. Even then, it's only trained for healing, some defense, but only in passing time.

When Loki had shown her his small bird, it wasn't a still image. It had flown around, listing to Loki. Eventually coming back to him and fading away. He was only about 120 at the time. He thinks about 3 in Midgardian years.

His mother's hand was on his, her magic wrapped around him. Helping guide where his magic needed to go. "Just look at the flower and think of it bloomed." She told him, keeping her eyes on the closed flower. He knew it wouldn't bloom for about 2 weeks. How was he supposed to make it bloom…

"Don't think that way my child, only think you can. See it bloomed and focus on that."

He startled a little at that. Forgetting his mother was a powerful seidr user. He shook the thoughts out of his head, seeing in his head what the flower should look like. His eyes closed, the pink pedals all formed out, making the flowers look beautiful. Seeing the ubre of white from its middle to the light pink on the pedals. His mother gasped.

Loki's eyes snapped open, but instead of seeing something bad, his mother smiling. Looking down on him with such happiness in her face. Turning back to face forward, he saw it.

The flower had bloomed…


The night stars were so easy to see from where he was. He didn't move from where his magic had brought him. Loki could hear a stream or river near by for sure. It was very serene. The night sky full of Midgardian constellations. The full moon bathing everything in a blue glow. The soft green grass under his legs. Tree's hiding where he was showing different patterns with their shadow's on the ground. Flowers offering him some much needed comfort. He liked wherever he was.

He could see some lights, very small lights fade on and off. Always moving around, but staying in the clearing with him. Curiously, he held out his hand, not really understanding why he did it. Their lights, he can cast witchlight, but still can't feel the light itself.

A stray light seemed to get closer. Bobbing up and down until getting closer to Loki. Then he noticed it… it was a bug. With clear wings flying around. A bug… but looks like floating lights? He didn't know Midgard had such animals. It landed on his fingers, the rest of the glowing bugs seeming to wonder where their friend went. Slowly the other lights- bugs starting flying toward him too. There must have been 50 of them! Small warm lights surrounded him, the one his finger rejoining and flying around. The group was spread out. Lights fading in and out, making the area look more mystical than it really was.

"Loki!"

He heard a voice yell. Jumping and turning around, the light bugs flying around a bit more, he couldn't see anyone.

"Loki! Where are you!"

It was Thor. His brother was looking for him. Why did he teleport! He must have scared Thor to death! His lips parted, a breath inhaled, ready to yell back… only… he didn't want to be found. Not right now anyway. The breath left him, slowly, Loki sat back down. Still hearing his brother call to him. He wanted to answer, but at the same time didn't. Did that make him a bad person…

"Loki! Loki please…" A softer call came. A choked sob escaping.

Why… why was his brother crying?

"Just come back… please Loki." His brother begged to the air, not realizing Loki was listening.

He didn't feel it, but a witchlight had been cast. When did me make that? The dark purple glow small but there. He lifted his hand, sending the light into the air. Like a floating lantern.

Looking up, he could see the dark purple light getting higher and higher, the golden glow of the light bugs still surrounding the clearing. It looked beautiful to him. Seeing the stars and moon high above it all, casting a light blue glow to everything.

He could hear his brother gasp. Running steps quickly following. He didn't want to be found… not when he found such a nice hiding spot. But for some reason, he sent out the light.

"Loki! Oh thank the Norms!" His brother breathed out a sigh of relief. He could hear the grass shifting as his brother stepped closer. He still didn't move though. He didn't want to be found, but for some reason did.

"Loki? Are you alright?" Thor asked quietly. Seeing Loki hadn't turned around to face him.

Why did he send out that witchlight. He didn't know. Loki pulled his knees in, his arms hugging them. He wanted Thor there… but it wasn't his Thor. As he wasn't his Loki. He felt tears prinkling his eyes again. Thor's friends were right… he was a cry baby.

Thor stepped closer, kneeling next to Loki. Eventually sitting down himself. His legs criss-crossed but he was fidgeting with his hands. "What's wrong little one?" He asked. His voice strong but caring.

Loki only shook his head, pressing his head to his knees. He didn't want to answer. He hadn't wanted to be found either and look how well he did that.

He heard a deep breath taken. "This place is beautiful. I'm not surprised your magic sent you here." Thor said, he must be trying to get him to talk.

"It reminds me of mother's garden. With all those different plants and little pounds." Thor spoke again. So he saw the resemblance too?

"I remember playing hide and seek with you and no matter how long and how hard I looked, I could never find you." Loki remembered that. Back when he was very young, and back when Thor wasn't too busy with his friends. He would play with him and they would run around for hours.

"You like the fireflies, yes?" He asked. Fire… what?

Loki finally looked at him. Slowly moving his head, turning to see Thor at his side. "What… what are fi-fireflies?" He asks timidly. He had called them light bugs but maybe Midgard had a proper name for them.

Thor looks up, seeing all the light bugs still flying around. He moves his arm, holding it out. A small bug flickering light in and out, slowly flies toward him. Loki looks on in aw. He had just done that. The little bug landed but quickly flew off. Light still shining and going out.

"These bugs. They emit light. The Midgardians call them fireflies. I know not why. But the name is nice. Better than what I called them when I first saw them." Thor tried to explain.

Loki felt a little giggle escaped him. "What did you call them."

"Flying lighting. Since their light flashes… or looks like it does. Not so grand or quick as lighting though." He said a small grin on his face.

"No better then what I call them… I call them light bugs." Loki admits. A small blush appearing on his face. Fireflies, he should have figured.

Thor laughed, but it eventually died out. He looked sad again.

"What's wrong…" Loki asked, a sense of dread building in his belly.

Thor looked over but quickly turned away. His hand coming up to his face and whipping. "I-It's noth-"

"I may be reborn, but my talent for hearing lies stays the same." Loki quickly interjected. Thor jumped a bit but took a deep breath, nodding.

"I don't know how to phrase this to you Loki. I know you're smarter than your age pertrys. Now I understand that anyway…" Thor trailed off.

"How to phrase what to me?"

"You overheard, yes? What happened in your past life? How… how it ended?"

Loki nodded. "I was strangled… protecting you if i'm correct."

Thor looked down again. "Yes. You died protecting the remaining lives of Asgard… and me. You gave yourself up and you kept on fighting even when knowing you would lose. It terrified me. Really. I saw you fall from the bifrost, losing you to the void. I held you in my arms from you getting stabbed straight through. But even in countless battles, no matter how many times you were taken away, held hostage or just captured, I never thought I would lose you. Somehow you always came back.

You always had a smile on your face and were ready to do what I asked. Through yourself into danger for me. If that meant taking punishment for my actions or trying to talk be out of stupid decisions, you were there. It wasn't until I had you back. You redeemed yourself to everyone. It wasn't until I was restrained from you. I couldn't reach to you. I… I"

Loki moved quickly. His small arms wrapping around his big brother. Silencing him. He already over heard this… he didn't need to hear it again. Spoken as if he was still dead. Maybe he was, he wasn't the Loki his brother grew up with after all.

"It's alright. I'm here now. I know I'm not the Loki you remember, and I'm sorry for that. I don't even know how I was brought back. Or why."

Thor hugged tightly, effectively making Loki stop talking. "Don't say that! Please… don't say that."

They stayed like that for a while, he didn't know how long. Long enough to make his knees hurt from where he was. He could tell his brother was crying. He didn't say anything about it.

"I- I think I know how." Thor started, his voice shaking ever so slightly. "I felt it before, when I first saw you. Your magic was spiking… only it wasn't just yours I was feeling."

What?

What did that mean?

"I felt mothers and fathers magic. Mixed with your own. I saw it too. Sparks of gold and white flashed before my eyes. When I first laid my eyes on you and when you teleported. I can tell they are within you. A piece of them with you. I've had a feeling on how you were born again when I saw your magic. I know mother and father had something to do with it. Of that I am sure."

So… he was back because of his parents? But how did they even do that! If they brought him back, why not just bring themselves back! They were so much more important than him, and he was just… him.

"Mr. stark was right…" He found himself muttering.

"What. Right about wh- Loki. Stark isn't right." Thor said, anger filling his voice. "Come now, let's go home. You won't need to say anything else to him. There is someone home i'm sure you will like as well." Thor said pushing Loki to face him, a large smile on his face.

Confusion filled Loki's face. "Wasn't home… destroyed…" That's what everyone had kept on saying right. There wasn't an Asgard anymore. No realm eternal. Because he destro-

"There's a new home. In Tønsberg...Norway. In honor of father, that's where our people are rebuilding. I want to return. I have to help them and I do need your help. I know with your talents you can help our people.

Loki… Could we return there, I want you home."

He couldn't fathom it. A new home. Where his people lived and- and wanted him. Him! Of all people. He would like to get out of Starks hair. It seems he has overstayed his welcome here anyway. Going with Thor would be for the best.

He nods, giving a small smile. Thor's smile widening. Loki felt the world shift as Thor stood, carrying Loki up with him. "We're going home!" His brother said happily. The lush clearing looking extra beautiful for some reason. The fireflies were still around. His witchlight burnt out a while ago, Loki couldn't sense it anymore. Was he really leaving?

Yea. Yea he was. He smiled a little more. Meeting someone new as well. Someone Thor thinks he will like. He tries to guess but he doesn't know who's still around and isn't, it's best it doesn't try to think on who it is lest he be disappointed.

"Were calling Heimdall yes? Or do you have things at that place?" Loki asked but concern growing in him when he sees Thor's smile falters.

He's still holding Loki, but his hold loosens a bit. His blue eyes downcast. "He… he isn't around anymore. So were just gonna have to use Stormbreaker. It works the same way really. Has the power of the bifrost. I only have a few things in the headquarters. We'll walk back and leave immediately."

Heimdall… he isn't around anymore. He knew people would be gone. He just has to get used to not seeing people's faces. Loki was prepared for that. To not see some people and be happy for the people he did see. Heimdall must have fought and he is sure he's in Valhalla.

Thor lowers Loki again and takes hold of his hand. Walking out of the clearing into the forest that surrounds the building. Loki looks back again, making sure to remember this place. If he wants a new place to hide, this is definitely a nice place to come too. "Good bye…" He whispers to the trees. To the different flowers around the area. To the fireflies that kept him company, even if only for a little while.

The building with a weird looking A came into view. The pair walked in, it was the room where Stark had been arguing when Loki first woke up. No one was around, seeing as it was the middle of the night. This night seemed so long to Loki. He tried to sleep three times, so maybe the small naps are what's making this seem longer than it really was.

Thor and Loki walked back, passed the kitchen, to the room. Walking by he saw Stark at the bar, he seemed to be asleep. "Come along Loki." Thor said quietly. Maybe to not wake Stark but he has a feeling Stark would wake up with simple talking.

The pair made it to the modern room. There was a large white bed in the middle along one wall. Some hanging fixtures with clear glass held lights. The floor was a polished gray stone but covered in a large black rug. Two nightstands were next to the bed. The room had a few floral photos but that was the only color in the whole place. Two doors, he was sure one lead to a bathroom and one to a closet, were across from each other. Large windows were covered by white curtains.

There was nothing in the room that showed Loki his brother lived here. Only some weird looking armor Loki had never seen before and an axe. The axe! That was the thing he saw moving on its own! That was Thor's!?

He could feel the power radiating off of it. The heart of Uru beating in it. Loki could tell this was a powerful weapon, meant for a strong user. Loki couldn't help but smile at his brother. Being strong enough to wield such an amazing weapon. He wasn't surprised that his big brother had grown up into such a worthy person. He never doubted he would. Granted before he was a little mean, a little arrogant, but Loki held hope for him. He was happy he did.

Thor gathered his stuff quickly. Taking a bag and putting his clothes, apparently there was another seat of clothes in the closet, into the dark gray backpack. His brother was wearing some dark armor. It suited his brother very well. He was kind of happy that Thor's original design he made back when Loki can remember wasn't what he was wearing. That blue and red really did make him a little too obvious. He wondered what other armor his brother had worn and has. Seeing how he can no longer remember other than the first set he was gifted with.


"Mother they look horrid!" Loki laughed out, seeing his brothers armor made before even Thor.

It was all Thors plan. A bright red cape with blue under clothes. Silver wristbands, chestplate, and leg braces above the irritating blue. The helmet was the worst part of it all. A helmet much like Fathers but silver and with the worst design possible on them. Two big silver wings on the helmet. One for each side, and didn't that scream crazy.

He still didn't know what armor he wanted for when he came of age, but he knew it would look nothing like Thors.

"Don't say that sweetheart, you know the first set is very important to boys his age. He was very excited when making his design…" His mother trailed off.

"You didn't say it looked good." Loki found himself saying.

A small hit on the back of his head followed that. It didn't hurt, more of a playful hit, but nonetheless. "Hey! I'm only telling the truth!"

"It does look good." His mother said purposely not looking at him.

"I can tell when your lying mama." Loki laughed a bit saying.

She only chuckled herself, but quickly regaining a bit of composer. "You will not say a word of this to your brother. You never saw this dear. Now go, you have more practice to do with your seidr. Go to the garden my love, I have preparations to make for your brothers naming day celebration." She walked him to the door, a few of her handmaidens waiting there for her orders.

He always liked the handmaidens, they found him so cute and he loved helping them with the duties. He would show them his magic and they always got along. He knows they like him more than Thor. The guards like Thor more than him, it seemed like a fair trade off.

Two of the ladies bowed a bit at him and his mother leaving the room. Loki waved a little, the ladies smiling fondly but staying focused on their queen.

"What else must I check for the day Ava?" His mother asked. Ava, a golden haired and brown eyed lady quickly took out a scroll looking over the list.

"You must check with the cooks my queen, then see to the hall. Once that is done there is nothing else that must be accomplished for the naming day." Her voice was nice. Like honey, he had told her before and she laughed a bit. He didn't understand why it was funny, but at least he told her. She had thanked him and the two talked about flowers and different traditions the rest of the time he stayed, helping her fold some bed linens for the guest rooms.

"Viktoria, please see that Thor doesn't become too curious with the preparations." The queen said with a small smile on her face. The ladies giggled a bit at that.

"Of course my queen." Viktoria answered. She was also blond, but her hair was short and wavy. Her eyes a striking azure blue. They always looked best in sunlight. Once she had helped Loki climb a tree, he needed a hiding spot, and the two had bonded a bit. Loki had complimented her eyes, saying that he saw many blue eyes but hers were the most memorable. She answered that his were very unique and the two matched a bit. He giggled and since then, she made a fun playmate when she wasn't busy.

Ava stayed with the queen while Viktoria walked off, heading to where Thor was supposed to be.

"Be good my love, go and practice." Mother had said as her and Ava walked off. Loki nodded, ready to train a bit in the garden.

He made it to the garden and was practicing his elements magic. But he always went back to that dumb helmet. Why by the Norms would he want that on his head?


Thor was done fast. Faster than Loki had thought he could pack, no matter how little it was. His attention spanned back once he felt his brother's hand on his shoulder.

"Are you alright Loki?" Thor asked concerned. Was he alright? He didn't know… he simply nodded his head. Thor smiling and holding out his hand to take. Loki grabbed on and the two walked out of the room. Thor holding his axe in the other hand.

"This is like the bifrost, it should feel the same as it alw…"

Loki smiled sheepishly. "I don't remember ever using the bifrost… I was always too young to travel around."

He always was.

He tried to remember using it when he was older, but he couldn't. This would be his first time using anything like the bridge. He always did wonder what it would feel like, if you vanished then showed up wherever you were going. Or if you traveled fast and could see where you were going. Heimdall never answered his question, no matter how much he asked.


"Please! I just wanna know… I can't travel for another hundred years!" Loki tried to convince the gatekeeper. He was clearly not succeeding.

His brother had just left with father on a hunting trip. Loki went to see them off, but felt a little disappointed.

"Can you tell me anything about the bridge Heimdall?" He tried again.

The aged man looked from the large sword to the small boy. Sighing in defeat. Yes!

"The bridge was made many years ago, even since before your father. Different seidr users were called together to make it. Their powers all placed into the bifrost. It is the only one of its kind." The deep voice spoke. Filling Loki with new knowledge that he had longed for since he figured out the bifrost wasn't just a pretty thing to look at.

"How did the users make it? Is there a spell to cast to make it or maintain it? Does it have to be maintained?" Questioned quickly filling the air. The man laughing a bit but answering them either way.

With every answer came a new question. The pair stayed there for hours. Loki asking and listening happily. Heimdall patiently answering the boys questions and even telling stories of people who have used the bifrost.

The man had always fascinated Loki. From the what was his childhood like all the way to why are his eyes orange? He had never seen someone with those color of eyes. Apparently it was earned when he became the gatekeeper. The eyes gifted to him helping him see across all the realms.

"I thought you just had very cool eyes." Loki said, Heimdall giving a deep chuckle.

"That is definitely new to me my young prince. No one has said that about my eyes before, but then again, children don't normally talk or ask me questions." Heimdall said. "I can see your mother, she's waiting on you. You'd best get home before she grows more concerned."

"Will you teach me things from the other realms?" Loki asked as he stood up, ready to teleport to the palace, he would have to walk away a bit. His mother didn't want anyone knowing he had magic yet, especially the gatekeeper. He told father everything.

"Only if you show me demonstrations of your growing power my prince. I have some skills I'm sure would come in handy with your ever changing abilities."

Loki winced, how long had he known? Oh no… he would be in so much torub-

"I have not nor will I tell the All-father what the queen wishes to teach you."

What can he read minds?

"O-okay. I'll show you my lessons if you teach me of the realms. Deal?" Loki asked a smile on his face, holding his small hand out. The gatekeeper seemed to think for a moment, making Loki a little nervous, but he would take his hand.

"Deal young prince."

Since then Loki would go to visit the wise man. Showing his magic that his mother taught him, while Heimdall told him things about the realms and even taught him some of his own abilities that no one else knew.

He had a lot of fun learning and performing magic for someone other than his mother and the handmaids. It made him want to practice even more, learn and excel in his trade.


"Loki? Are you sure your alright?" Thor's voice shook him out of the memory. He couldn't answer that again… so he nodded his head again, trying to forget what he was remembering.

Thor smiled reassuringly, taking Loki's hand again, the two Asgardians were on the move again. He could see no lights on in any of the rooms they passed. Whether they were empty or the occupants just sleeping Loki didn't know. His magic in sensing beings not very precise yet, not like Amora's skill in the finding arts. She had taught him for a bit when she found out he had magic. She was very gifted, so to have her as a tutor along with Heimdall and his mother, he was learning a bit of everything.


"Please! No! You can't tell my father!" Loki yelled, running after the blonde women who saw him using magic. He couldn't let her leave. She had quickly turned around and started walking away but he knew where she would be heading.

He chased her for a short while. Twisting and turning around the hallways. Somehow he would be right behind her and she would turn the corner, then poof! She was gone and another 10 feet in front of him again.

He didn't know the women but he knew she was a magic user, he could feel the power radiating off of the women. She had curly blond hair, and hazel eyes. He had never seen someone with greenish eyes. The only person he knew had green eyes was him. Loki was a little happy that someone else in the realm had something in common with him. She wore a silk dark green dress. Slits cut up the sides of her legs. Black boots went up to her ankles and she wore some kind of headband. It was green and had pearls in it. It looked a little like a crown.

She looked pretty, maybe it was because she was in his favorite color. But whatever the case, he had to catch her. If she was teleporting, maybe he could too. Loki focused his magic, feeling the familiar build of his seidr around his body. He closed his eyes, knowing that the hall in front led to the main entrance of the palace. He remembered what his mother once said.

"Focus on the place, remember what it looks like and feels like. Tell your magic, take me there."

And so he focused. He remembered the golden gate, the white rocks that make up the runway to the palace. The walls outside of the gate, the guards covered in the familiar golden armor that showed their title to the common folk.

Soon he felt his magic tingle, one step in front of the other. Then he could feel something different. From the solid tile to the sinking rocks. He no longer felt the cold that ran through the palace, but the kiss of sunlight. He opened his eyes and found himself exactly where he wanted to be. Sure he had done it before but that was from the bifrost to his mother's garden, somewhere he knew easily. This was his first time teleporting somewhere other than where he's practiced.

He turned to the main gate, seeing the women standing there. She was calmly leaning on the gate side wall. Arms crossed in front of her and an approving smile on her face. She looked as though she hadn't just ran across the whole palace.

"You did well my prince." Her voice finally came. It was light but strong at the same time. Something he was surprised to hear. Why had he done well? What had he done well?

His confused face must have shown what he was thinking. She giggled a bit, pushing her hair behind her ear. A shining green gem hanging from it. She must have really liked green. "You teleported somewhere new. With no instruction might I add. Something someone so young can't normally do." She had said walking inside the palace. Panic springing in Loki's heart again. He ran and this time caught up to her… only because she wasn't running away.

"Wh-who are you?" Loki asked breathlessly, running around and using a lot of magic will do that to you. He looked up seeing the women look down at him with only her eyes. She kept her head up, looking as proud as anyone could.

"My name is Amora, my prince." Her voice answered, she held out her hand for him to take. He eyed it for a bit but did feel no malice within her, so he took it. Loki felt magic surround him, he looked around but within a blink of an eye, he was in his mother's garden.

"Your mother told me of your magic, a prince is not one to have it mind you, but she says you need more official training. So I was called and here we are now." Amora explained.

He… he was getting more teachers? Well… a more official teacher. His mother called her! So he really could learn more and practice!

From then on he called her master Amora. Training was always in the afternoon, then at night. Letting Loki learn both light elf magic and dark elf magic. Somehow Amora knew both. With Heimdall he learned how to see beyond himself, learning how to sense other beings even when he can't see them. Learning how to teleport and realm travel. Granted the technique Heimdall told him was only ever done by one person, he dubbed it skywalking but maybe Loki could do it to! He knew the gatekeeper had doubts but taught him nevertheless. His mother was teaching him basic magic. Healing and defense. But also teaching him some of her own moves, life and death magic. Time and space seidr too! The death and time magic was kind of hard but he was learning.

Now with his new teacher he was learning magic from the elfs. Nature magic was their specialty. But also adding that light and dark helped out too. He was happy to be learning every end of the spectrum. He hoped to learn everything he could to be as useful as possible to father before he found out about him having seidr at all.


The two were at the main door once again. Tony was still passed out at the counter… he felt guilty and Loki couldn't figure out why…

He was leaving. Going home! Or a place almost like home. A person there that brother really wanted him to meet. He would be out of Starks hair and finally free him and Lady Pepper of him. Loki was ready to be back with the remaining family he had. And give Stark the peace he wanted.

But something still nagged at Loki.

He was leaving. And he wouldn't even say goodbye. Not to Lady Pepper, that man… what was his name? Something with a B. He couldn't forget Blue Meanie. But also that left Stark. Maybe he could write something for them… leave a message to each of them!

"Thor wait! I have to do something!" Loki exclaimed, surprising his brother.

"What is it little one?" Thor asked curiously to the little boy.

"I can't just leave. These people have taken care of me! I have to leave them something, with my seidr I'll be able to write and leave the notes quickly, I promise." Loki explained, already gathering his power to set out the letters.

His brother huffed but waited at the door. Loki sat on the ground and closed his eyes. Focusing on each letter he wanted to, for lack of a better term, poof into existence. Something he grew very good at thanks to Amora and his mother. He only had to mix a few spells they taught him and now he can make almost any inanimate object he wants. He didn't know the limit of that ability but he would study that later.

He heard his magic spark and four scrolls made their appearance. One by one, of course. Each one saying different things for that specific person. He then focused on the talent Heimdall taught him. How to feel for certain people, even when he couldn't hear or see them. When he felt the unique aura of each person he wanted, he sent the scrolls into their area. Whether that be a on a cluttered table, on a clean glass shelf, on an organized vanity, or on an occupied bar. Each letter made it to their person and Loki was finally ready. He left his message to them, leaving no doubts.

He finally stood back up, Thor eyeing him but not saying anything. Loki was always considerate in the little ways, so he wasn't surprised to see Thor looking at him like he was crazy. His big brother held out his hand again. Loki easily taking it.

The two made their way outside, far from the building to not wake up and damage the building. They walked to the large yard. The front of the building was easily seen from there, duh. It was a huge place, bigger than Loki had thought it was. The huge glass windows setting the building apart from its area.

They stood next to each other, Thor holding Loki and his axe. Loki anticipating the travel and feeling a mix of emotions. He still felt a little guilty but he knew Thor was right. It was time a return.

"Are you ready little brother?" Thor asked, his eyes kind and just as ready as Loki had expected. He knew where their people were, he knew his home their, why wouldn't he be ready?

Even with his doubts Loki dumbed those emotions deep down. Taking a deep breath and smiling. "Yes, I'm ready."

The Asgardians disappeared in the bath of rainbow light together.

Finally going to what should be home.