Disclaimer: I do not own Thor, but I wouldn't mind owning a pocket- sized Heimdall.
Staring at the sphinx's prints Loki called some of his magic from his heart and down his right hand. The yellow sparks paused for a moment in the air before shooting over the giant paw prints and crackling right where the indentures ended. Loki tried not to run as he made his way over to where the magic had died. Testing the air again Loki found he was right. A portal had recently been closed in this area—a very strong portal. Loki kicked at a clod of earth while he assessed his options.
Asgard, he thought Asgard would be best.
"Heimdall, open the gate." Loki commanded.
The black haired man tightened his muscles as he prepared for space travel. He had always hated making a rift in the space grid. The stretching and shrinking his body endured as the rainbow bride sucked him up was disorienting even on the best of days. His hatred for the efficient travel didn't end with the physical effects; he also hated it for the tricks it played on his mind. Being adept in magic meant he knew what the recreated bridge was doing when it opened to travelers. He also knew what would happen to the universe if something went wrong.
Struggling to stay upright Loki opened his eyes when he felt Heimdall's magic dissipate. Loki swallowed and walked out of the observatory without as much as a nod to Heimdall. They had never liked each other. Years of distance couldn't change that.
"Loki," Heimdall called out as the green eyed man stalked off, "It has been many years, even by Asgardian time. Your father is most displeased that you have forgotten him. They were his grandchildren too."
Were? Were? Loki clenched a fist as he pretended not to hear.
..…
Loki knew exactly where the potion he needed was. The plan was to steal into his study, grab the fluid, and make it back to his cottage all before a druid could blink.
Of course, it hadn't been in the plan to have his kids kidnapped. And now that he thought about it, druids tended to blink very, very slowly.
If Loki had been to Asgard a little more often in the last few years he would have known about the schedule change. From what Loki remembered, his mother would be tending the garden right about now, and his father should have been in private meetings. What Loki didn't count on was a change. Things had never changed in Asgard before, why should they now?
As the man made his way to the throne room he blocked out all other things like odd noise's and strange light patterns and concentrated solely on speed. Speed is what was going to get his kids back, and the fastest way to his study on the third floor was through a staircase hidden behind the red curtain by Oden's throne.
To this day Loki regrets not knowing Oden had moved Public Complaint Hour to the afternoon. To this day, Loki hates Heimdall for not telling him. To this day, Loki wishes he had just been a bit faster.