Asgard Again
Loki’s POV
“I have my magic,” I say feeling it return to my body and settle under my skin. The rush from my power meant I didn’t care that the Avengers were in the room. It was the best day in recent years, Sherlock loves me and I have my magic again.
And then Thor ruined it.
“Brother, we must return to Asgard and tell mother the good news,” he booms, loud as ever.
“Have you not listen to a word I’ve said, Thor? I’m happy here,” I say and then I feel Heimdall’s sight on me and hear his voice echo around the room.
“Lord Odin request your presence in Asgard, Prince Loki,” it called.
“Where did that come from?” asked Stark.
“That is why you think your God’s live in the sky,” I answer and turn to Sherlock, “I must leave but I promise I will return as soon as I can,” I say, my hands ghosting over Sherlock’s face.
Sherlock nods in understanding and I kiss him once more before leaving his arms.
I teleport Thor and I to an open area and call on Heimdall to take us home.
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Lestrade’s POV
Loki needed to come back from his family trip and soon. He had only been gone a week but Sherlock’s moping is driving me mad. Not even a murder case had cheered him up.
I must say I missed the man too, but I’m glad he had made up with his family.
But still, Sherlock needs to start winding up Anderson or reacting to Sally’s comments soon.
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Loki’s POV
Even though the prodigal son had returned, Odin was too busy to see me for a week. I spent my free time in the library or at dinner with Thor or Frigga and one day catching up with Amora.
When finally, Odin had time, he sent his guards to collect me from the library. I placed the book in a pocket dimension as I had been doing with a few other of my favourites and followed them, wanting to get this over with so I could go back to Sherlock.
In the golden hall stood Odin and Frigga and it felt like my sentencing which started all this in the first place.
“Loki,” Odin said, actually sounding proud of me for once, “You completed your punishment quicker than I expected,” he and Frigga smiled at me and once again I waited for the ‘but’, “But not as quick as Thor did,” there it was.
Frigga shot a disapproving look at her husband at the unnecessary comment. He ignored it and continued.
“The reason for this meeting is for us to know what you want to do next? You can have your title of Prince back and your life on Asgard. Your room is as you left it…” Odin started but I raised a hand to stop him and get this over with quicker.
“Lord Odin I ask, for one thing, to return to Midgard,” I say respectfully.
“But why Loki?” asked Lady Frigga, stepping down from her spot beside Odin to be level with me, upset that I wanted to leave again.
“I have friends and a lover I wish to return to,” I reply simply.
“Really you must tell me more,” Frigga says her face changing from worry to excitement and Odin sighed as any notion of formality about this meeting fell away and it turned to a mother gossiping with her son.
I smile as I tell her about Sherlock, “He a clever man, a detective, very different to other mortals and he’s very good looking,” I explain.
“He sounds lovely,” Frigga says happily, “When are you getting married?”
“What?” I say stunned at her change of topic.
“Well you are in love after all and mortals don’t live long so you best get on it,” she explains innocently.
“…I will ask him if that’s something he wants to do once I return,” I say nervously.
Frigga hugs me as Odin walks toward us. Once my mother releases me he takes the chance to hug me, something he hasn’t done for years.
“Go, my son, go be happy, but know you will always have a home here,” he said and releases me.
I smiled to my adoptive parents who still somehow saw me as their son. That was an argument for another time though. Once they both stepped away from me I teleported to Heimdall who returned me to Midgard.
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