A Changed Man (A Loki fan fiction)

Loki's POV

Its been 4 years. 4 years since the New York incedent. I still lie ignored by father in my chambers, shut to the rest of Asgard. Everyday I see more and more of my life waste away alone. 

"Bother, are you not coming to eat?" Thor asked me. 

I sigh and get out of bed. The mundane activiteis of everyday, eat sleep, eat, sleep. What other life was i allowed to lead? Thor often went back to Midgard to see the mortal, leaving me alone for days at a stretch. Only Thor had forgiven me. Father was ashamed. Mother could not look me in the eye. Why must I lead more of this miserable life ignored as such!? 

After supper, everyone retires to their chambers. Im all alone. "No more of this..." I tell myself. "I'd rather live among mortals than stand another minute of exile in my own palace..."

Before I could even think of what I was doing, before I had a chance to walk through a plan, I made my way across the bridge to Hiemdall. 

"Where are you going?" Heimdall asked me. 

"You know well. You see all. You see how I have lived, and I will stand it no more." I say. 

"Have you thought this through, Loki?" Heimdall warns me. "Odin All Father will not be pleased."

"He is not pleased now!!" I shouts, then checks myself. "I have tried to show him, I have, that i can change, but he chooses to ignore...."

Heimdall knows better than to argue. I cant read his mind, but i know he is thinking of some plan. 

"Very well, Loki. But you know the rule." Heimdall opens the Bifrost. "If your return threatens Asgard, the Bifrost shall remain closed to you."

"I intend to stay away..." I say. And once I had stepped in, I realised. As if it wasn't me all along making the plan. 

I realised what I had done. 

****

I hit the ground with thunder ringing in my ears, and lay there for a while. I hoped I would be somewhere I could not be seen easily. 

"Sir? Can i help you?"

A girls voice. I groan, not being able to get any words out. I doubt I had any major injuries, as I was prepared fully, but I was certain the pain would not go away easily. The pain that I would never again see Asgard again. 

I was niether Jotun, nor Asgardian. Who was I !? 

The girl kept asking questions, and I begged her to keep quiet. Did I? I dont know. I certainly thought it. She kept trying to help me, i told the mortal to not touch me. Did I? I dont know. She helped me up. "Loki, can you walk!?"

I suddenly was alert.... how does she know my name? 

I want to ask, but I'm helpless. It seems so much easier to not talk. To not answer.