I literally just typed this up and posted it. It's one in the morning, so I apologize for any errors. I'll come back later and fix them. I just had to get this out there before it left me completely. Sorry to all of you who are waiting for me to finish The Fantastic Adventures of Loki and Thor. It's been hectic adjusting to college, and while I am working on finishing the last chapter, it's slow going. See my Facebook page for updates on that. Well, enjoy. Hopefully this isn't trash.
Edit: I have gone back and fixed any errors I noticed. If you see anything I missed, let me know.
It's been years since Loki became a villain. He's been running around, wreaking havoc and causing problems. So much time has passed that it's easy to forget what things were like when he was on our side. His former friends have all either resigned themselves to the fact that the Loki they knew is long gone, or they're all villains themselves. His name is met with scowls and is usually accompanied with "evil" or "monster". No one asks "why?" anymore. Even Loki has long since stopped wondering.
But then, one day, it all goes horribly wrong. Loki finds himself trapped, and for once, his ever scheming mind can't find a way out. His magic is gone, every bone in his body is broken, and he can't even move. Death is coming for him now, strolling casually toward him as if it has all the time in the world. And why shouldn't it? A downside to being a backstabbing trickster is that there isn't anyone to protect you when you've fallen.
His vision is getting blurry now, and he knows it's only a matter of time before the end. Desperate, Loki uses the last of his strength to whisper a name he thought he'd never say again.
"H-heimdall," he breaths before black encroaches on his vision, and he slumps to the ground, unconscious.
He didn't expect to wake again this side of Hel, but he does. He can tell he's not dead because everything hurts, and it's not supposed to work that way in the afterlife.
Warily, unsure if it's wise or not but past caring, he opens his eyes to find himself in a dark tent. He goes to prop himself on an elbow so that he can get a proper look around, but stops with a gasp of pain as he is reminded of his battle.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," a steady voice chides gently from beside him. "You took quite a beating."
Loki turns and stares at the speaker blankly for a long moment; his silver tongue failing him as he sees the face of a man he'd long considered his enemy.
"Heimdall?" he asks finally, not believing the words even as they leave his mouth. Why is the truth so much harder to trust than the lies?
The darkly skinned man doesn't answer, but he doesn't need to. His presence is answer enough. "Why did you wait this long to call for help? You knew your magic had failed you days ago, and you knew she was going to kill you a month before. Why did you wait until you were at the brink of death before you called out?"
"I never thought it would get this bad," he confesses, before the full weight of the man's words hit him. "You were watching?" he asks incredulously.
Heimdall just raises an eyebrow. "Of course, my prince. I'm always watching. I knew someday you'd remember who you are."
Loki opens his mouth but can only shake his head dumbly. "If you knew where I was and what I was up to, why didn't you ever tell Father? Or Thor?"
A slight smile crosses the older man's face. "They didn't ask."
Loki shakes his head again, this time in bemused wonder. After a moment, he looks around at the room again. "This is your home," he realizes suddenly.
"I couldn't exactly admit you to the healers of Asgard," Heimdall points out.
Loki looks down at his hands pensively then glances back up at Heimdall. "So, what now?" he asks pointedly. "If you were going to turn me in you would have done so already. What are you going to do?"
Heimdall doesn't back down and meets his gaze square on. "That is entirely up to you, your highness, but whatever you choose, remember: My loyalty lies with the house of Odin, but I cannot grant aid to those who do not ask for it."
And with that, he stands and leaves the trickster prince with his thoughts.
The next day, the bed is empty and neatly made. And as Heimdall takes up his place at the head of the Bifrost, he resumes his watch over Asgard and all who belong to it, ever waiting for the prodigal prince to come home.