Chapter 2: Beginnings of Friendship?

Heimdall stood there, ashamed, he didn't mean to hurt the young prince. He was only being honest. Damn, why does these things keep happening to him. He chased after Loki, calling out his name, trying to stop the prince so he could explain himself.

The women snickered as the dark prince ran, the men spoke about it, and Thor just stared. Loki didn't stop, he had screwed himself. The monster ruined himself.

"Loki, LOKI!" Heimdall called out as he perused the God of Mischief. "Loki, please, stop, I'm sorry."

He stopped, back turned. "No." He said, his voice never sounded so quiet. "You were right..."

Heimdall stopped running, and was standing in front of Loki, "No, I'm not. I just let my anger speak for itself. I over exaggerated. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. I was agitated." Heimdall had a soft, kind expression on his face, for the first time, while speaking to Loki.

"Why did you come, Gu- Heimdall?" He questioned, still not facing him. "Do you mean to taunt me more? To force me to know how I have failed in gaining Odin's respect?"

Heimdall looked as if he was going to cry, "No, I came to apologize. I was acting like a dog; idiotically. To be honest, I like you better than Thor."

He slowly turned, tears in his own eyes. "You do?" He asked.

Heimdall nodded, "I do. He's reckless. you're not. You're far more intelligent and clever than he is. He almost started a war with Jotunheim, you didn't. He's too egotistical. Sure, you are mischievous, but that's okay."

Loki gave the smallest smile. "I cannot start a war with my own people Heimdall.." He said, looking down. "Why do you think Odin is in his sleep?"

Heimdall sighed. "To be honest, I wouldn't know. Maybe he did it purposely. To give his strong heirs a chance to prove themselves. Maybe, it was the stress. No one would know except him." Heimdall patted Loki's shoulder, comfortingly. "But I wouldn't worry about him, he'll wake soon."

"He told me I am Jötunn." He said quietly, flinching away. Under the guards touch, his shoulder turned a dark indigo.

Heimdall looked at him with compassion in his eyes, "That doesn't matter, Loki. What you are doesn't define who you are. You are a Jotunn, but you are also an Asgier. I have known what you were since you were brought here. You are better than those other Jotunns, but only if you wish to be."

Loki took a step forward, a small smile on his lips. "Thank you. I've done you wrong, but Im thanking you now."

"What have you done wrong? I've no memory of you wronging me. Now, return to the feast, have a good time. I should return to Bifrost, it's bad to leave it unattended for too long." Heimdall smiled slightly and turned to leave.

"I am leaving this night." He said, walking with him, "Asgard has Thor, Jotunn needs his prince, does it not?"

"You don't have to leave Asgard. You are an Asgaridian Prince. Laoufey left you to die, is that really a place you wish to live at? You have people here that love you Loki. You have friends here, people who don't wish for you to leave. And what about me? Would you really miss the chance to become friends with the mighty Heimdall?" Heimdall said to Loki, trying to convince him to stay.

"You confuse me Heimdall." Loki sneered, "These are odd words coming from a man who only moments ago reminded me I have lost all respect and trust from the man I once called father."

"Yes, but only because I have chosen to forgive your past mistakes. Do not repeat them, and I shall forget the wrongs you have committed." Heimdall was not lying when he said this.

He nodded, looking down. It was then that he remembered that he wanted to see his youngest son, Fenrir. He had mothered six children, two who died... his torture, one who was Odin's prized horse (That drove Loki mad), One who was more better known as the Loch Ness Monster, a goddess, and then... Fenrir.

"Loki listen to me, you are needed here. Thor may fail. I've seen the future, remember that I see through time and space?"

"Thank you Heimdall." He said, turning away. "But now I believe I owe my son a visit."

"Do you wish me to join you?"

"If you want." He said with the smallest of smiles.

"I think that I shall join you for a short while, but then I must return to the Bifrost." Heimdall said, "Please lead the way."

He walked in moonlight, the shadows giving him a beauty he hadn't held before. He went to a room in the golden palace that was far from anyone's eye. Inside was a navy blue crib and a bed.

Heimdall followed Loki. "So, this is the bedroom of your child?'' Heimdall spoke aloud more to himself than to Loki, while looking around the room.

There was a child sleeping in the crib, one with light Gray skin and jet black hair, his eyes were closed, his body covered in a dark Prussian blue robe made to fit a child. He smiled. "This is the room of two of my children. I am only allowed them."

Heimdall looked at the infant with longing, he had always wished to have children, but no woman was interested in a serious relationship with him. ''He looks a lot like you. But where is the other child?''

"They are shape shifters... like I." he said, running his slender fingers through the baby's hair. He went to the bed and knelt by the nine year old. "This is Sleipnir." He whispered. "You must have heard of him? The horse..." He sighed and kissed his head, the boy also had black hair, but his human form looked nothing like legend, this was the eight-legged horse... he was thin, lankey.

Heimdall smiled, ''they both are very handsome...like...you.'' Heimdall sighed, ''I've always wanted children, but i still haven't had any yet''.