Loki walked over to the desk, looking curious. The librarian placed a few forms on the desk, one with a great big block of text, and the other with multiple spaces. Loki took the one with spaces first. Name, age, gender, and experience were all easy to him. Then he came to two questions he was unsure of.
"Magnus, what are these?" he asked, pointing to two lines on the page. One was for availability, and the other a number to be reached at. He didn’t have a number, if it was the same thing as the woman had given him the other day. Was that the only way of contacting him? He looked to the blond for help.
"For availability, is there some time at which I cannot assist here? Should I be home at a certain hour in which this place is still open?" Loki didn’t want the detective to think that he was going to disrespect his house. If there were times when he was needed, or if Magnus didn’t want him walking in after a certain point he would respect that. Frigga had always been insistent on dinner time, and it hadn’t bothered Loki in the slightest.
Magnus looked at the sheet and frowned.
"Well, I’ll have to pick you up if you stay too late, and I will need someone to take care of Terese if work calls me in the morning or in the afternoon before she goes to school." Magnus frowned, he would have to teach Loki to drive so that he could be able to manage everything or at least have him learn the routes so that he could walk everywhere.
"Just put down whatever times you’d like Loki and we’ll figure it out later, I mean they’re not going to put you down all day every day, it will only be a few days in the week and we can work around that."
Loki shrugged, wrote down ‘any time’ and then again turned to Magnus.
"How are they to get hold of me?" he asked, and then looked at the other paper. It was long, a list of things he could and could not do, of which Loki read over thoroughly. Just because he ignored the rules didn’t mean he shouldn’t know them. It was harder to break a rule you didn’t know about after all. At the bottom was a space for a signature, and he figured the rune to his name would not be a proper marking, so he scrawled his name ‘Loki Laufeyson’ in spiked scrawl along the page. It was almost print, almost illegible, with the lines melding rather close together. This didn’t bother him though, he wrote worse when he was in a hurry.
"Thank you for your time," He said to the librarian, and then turned to Magnus. "And thank you for the opportunity. I believe it will be good for me." He then looked around for Terese. She was off in the children’s section, an expanse of almost paper thin books with more pictures than text.
"Are there any books on your sciences?" Loki asked. Magic had been their science on Asgard, perhaps there would be some similarities.
"As long as the shock did not hurt you." Thor rubs his hands together to wear out the tingle in his fingers. It’s strange, he dislikes the feeling of magic in his bones, perhaps he’s becoming old. The power of Mjölnir is different that the magic that Loki controls. He wonders if the Al-Mother is the cause of this magic, there was no way that Loki was.
He had to admit, the circlet didn’t take away from the clothing… but Thor was not the one to consult fashions with. “The games for children began during the day and you have missed the College of Mages announcements. We will be arriving just before the evening feast.”
At the notice of being ready, Thor notified Loki, “We must go outside.” He leads to the outside of the building, used to being followed or walked beside. It’s then to be noticed that Mjölnir is in his hand, he rests a hand on his brothers shoulder and lifts the hammer to the sky. “We are ready, Heimdall.”
Loki was a little sad that he had missed the college of Mages, but none the less he was going home. He followed Thor out into the street, looking about himself nervously. He almost asked if the bridge was fixed when Thor called on Himdall for a ride.
That familiar tingling in the limbs accompanied the bright colors of the rainbow bridge, as they were collected from the planet and carried through time and space. Loki had enjoyed that feeling in his youth, but now that he was close to mortal status it made his extremities feel numb and uncomfortable.
They landed in what had once been the destroyed hub, the doorway to all worlds. The metal was new and polished bright, but the construction was the same. Tradition ruled here, after all. Loki looked into the eyes of Himdall nervously, worried about how he should act. His pride told him to stand tall, to act as if nothing had transpired between them, but a part of him held some want to apologize. He did have a great respect for Himdall, and the humans had predicted they would do battle and slay one another. Hopefully that wasn’t the truth.
"My son’s are finally returned to me." Her voice drew Loki out of his thoughts, breaking through his tough exterior and causing him to collapse inside into a plethora of emotions.
The almother looked, as always, beautiful in a light cream dress, accented with many gold bracelets and accessories. Her smile was infectious, her stance calming, and her eyes bright. Loki was stalled a moment taking her in, remembering what she looked like, and how he had felt seeing her for the first time after New York. To know that he wasn’t hers.
"My Lady," He said, bowing to her deeply. She chuckled.
"Since when have you bowed to anyone, Loki?" she asked, stepping closer to him and taking him up in a hug despite the fact that she was shorter than him.It surprised him for a moment before he wrapped his arms around her.
"Mother," He breathed, finally feeling at home. They stated that way for a few seconds before they let go of each other, Frigga taking in her younger son with a scrutinizing eye.
"You haven’t been eating enough." Were her first words. Loki laughed at that.
"Not by your standards, I suppose not." He then signaled to the circlet around his temples. "Should I really bother asking what this is about? Do I truly wish to know?" Lady Frigga sighed.
"Come, we will talk elsewhere." She signaled to Thor to follow as well.
((I didn’t mention it, but I’m sure Frigga hugged Thor first, it’s just that Loki was too busy debating on how to act around Himdall to notice her until she spoke.))