Prince of Asgard (Loki x Reader)

Chapter 15 - Y/n

I had no idea what to do. I was pacing my room. Angry and restless. I wasn't sure of anything. There was a thing I had based myself upon but that turned out to be a lie. I could cry, it seemed like the only thing I've been doing. Or fight, that's another constant thing. But is that all I had left to do? To cry or to fight? When did my fate become a puppet to these? No, I cannot let that be. It's simply ridiculous. Absurd!

I blow out a breath and walk to the Bifrost.

I am going home.

I shall not stay here any longer. I cannot. Heimdall said he'd allow me back home once he's tended to my wounds. Well, I've got a new collection now, but I do know he'll honour his words, at least I hope so.

Snapping my fingers, I change into my Earth clothes, better be prepared to make an entry. My shoes were quiet on the castle floors, sliding and sneaking away. I jogged across the grand hall when the deep voice of Allfather reverberated in my mind.

"I cannot let this meek creature revive the connections between Asgard and-"

"Ah my dear friend! Don't think too much. It's really no point stalling." A light, cheery voice came from within the Grand Hall. "It's a simple exchange, really. And come on, it's our technology I'm talking about. Is that thing really that precious to you? I know it isn't. You know you need our tech. So let's just go with it. What say?"

Well it really isn't my place to interfere in Asgard's dealings, but the manner in which the other person said "thing" got me thinking.

"Oh dear, I'm in trouble. Should this be carried out, the future of Asgard would be hanging. Freyja help me."

God, Odin is so pathetic. Did he really just call out to Freyja? Man he should just let her rule, it'll be much better and peaceful. That old chump got nothing on him.

This whole scene left me squirming for home. I mean the longer I stay here, the more I risk getting caught up in the Kingdom drama. Having more motivation to get back home now, I run full speed down the Bifrost.

Heimdall was at his usual place, hands above his sword, standing and peeking into the sky dotted with infinite stars and constellations. I walk around him and stand there silently, waiting for him to look at me.

"Y/n." He regarded me with a soft smile.

"Heimdall." I exhale nervously. "You must know why I'm here. So...can I?"

Heimdall let out a soft grin and got down the pedestal.

"I do know why. I do understand why. I do see why."

Come on, come on, please say yes.

"Y/n?"

"Yes?" My voice was laced with hope. I really missed home. Even though the people here have been kind beyond reason, I've had enough of the pantomime.

"You can go from here."

My worries evaporated away. My face relaxed into a huge grin. I jumped and hugged Heimdall. It really meant the world to me and I couldn't have had thanked Heimdall more. I squealed and yippeed.

"Thank you so much Heimdall!!!"

"Careful now. I want you to keep these." He handed me two knives. Sleek, elegant and sharp. I was confused, why is he handing me knives that could cut at the slightest touch?

"As a memorial."

I looked at the blades. They really were exquisite. I didn't even need to test their strength, the marble like pattern indicated that it was a Damascus kind. Really tough and sturdy, it'll keep its edge for a long time. Although timely polishing the weapons can never hurt, a habit I'll forever keep from my time here.

My smile conveyed all the gratitude I held for him. Looking back at my time here, I recall the moments I was genuinely happy. Stolen moments of tranquility. My training, my tea time in my bed, the books I read, the rains I danced in, the people I've met. All so beautiful. I would've loved if Loki were nice to me, but I didn't let him ruin my happy moment now. I was finally going home.

"I'm ready."

Heimdall assured me he'll manage the others, break the news of my departure to them in the best way possible. He bid me goodbye as I stepped into place, ready to go home.

"Y/n?" Heimdall regards me one last time.

"Yes?"

"If you ever find it in yourself, do forgive me." His voice strong in my ears as the Bifrost is opened and I'm taken by the brilliant light tunnel.

What does he mean? Forgive him if I ever find it in myself?? This confounded me further. Doubt invades my thoughts. Could he let me go so easily? Loki could definitely use a power amplification, I mean logically the stronger he gets, the stronger does Asgard become. I couldn't shake off the eerie feeling which the words gave me. Heimdall got me thinking, hard and fast.

But I can stop thinking about this stuff, right? Now that I'm heading home. Or will this goodbye message is meant to forever haunt my being?

I land on my feet, safe and strong. I focus on the ground, wanting to take in my beautiful Earth slowly. I watch the grass, and raise my eyes to the open fields, raising them further to the beautiful sky.

My eyebrows knit together as I spotted two moons in the pink evening sky. This isn't right.

"Father really did strike the deal, huh?" Snickers of men fell on my ears. My knives heavy in my pockets, reminding me of their presence. I didn't dare turn around but the curiosity was too much to ignore. Taking in a deep breath, I decided to see the source of the voices.

Horror struck me as I turned to face a small squad of Sedhs, flocking around, who was soon to be known as, the Prince of Yaana.