So I hijacked a thing off Plurk that was hijack off of Tumblr - I never did get around to putting up headcanons for this nutter, and I've got plenty. So! Feel free to ask if you're curious about any?

- Sleep headcanon
- Drinking/drunk headcanon
- Childhood headcanon
- Genderbent headcanon
- Sex headcanon
- Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon
- Any AU headcanon (modern, school, medieval, and so on)
- Cooking headcanon
- Mood headcanon
- Any other question of your choosing

Loki had never gotten along very well with Heimdall. He always felt that the gatekeeper was too smug, looked at him as a lesser creature - it irritated him. Maybe he wasn't the heir, but he was still a prince, and he was still Heimdall's better. For it to be Heimdall who finally dragged him back to his father and to return Brisingamen; his pride ached as much as his body.

He was still seething about it, even as he was confined to his rooms - partially on his father's command, partially because he wasn't in the best of shape after facing Heimdall's 'justice'. One knee twinged when he put weight on it, one shoulder was an ugly shade of purple, and he suspected there was a cracked rib, somewhere, judging by the way his body complained when he moved the wrong way.

Loki was stretched out on a sofa, trying to move as little as possible. He was still in a terrible mood, and to top it off, he was fairly certain he had managed to make Sigyn angry with him - little surprise, since it was her mother's jewelry, after all. She wasn't usually cross with him, but he never quite knew what to do when she was - arguments with Angrboda had always been loud and explosive, shouting and throwing things and raging at one another, never quiet and seething. He knew how to handle that; he didn't know how to take Sigyn's quiet anger.

Captivity had never agreed with Loki, but surviving certainly did. He'd fallen through space for what seemed like an eternity - long enough for the emotion from the display on the Rainbow Bridge to cool, and Loki's natural desire for survival to take over. When the Chitauri finally pulled him from freefall, they'd done things to him - painful, violent things, things that paled in comparison to anything he'd been through before.

But at least he was alive. If you were dead, there was no way things could improve, no way for you to rework your situation. But alive - even tortured and in pain - alive was a chance, alive meant that sooner or later, something would change, and Loki was no stranger to that idea.

Eventually, he gained the chance to strike a bargain with the Chitauri. He would be a king, be free from their torture, and in exchange he would give them Midgard. It didn't matter what he gave up - he only needed to get away, to give the Chitauri something more... imminent to deal with.

That was exactly what he did - he led their forces to Earth, and then let things unravel as they would. It didn't matter that he'd been taken captive again, and it didn't matter by who - it only mattered that it wasn't the Chitauri. Either Midgard's defenders, her "Avengers" would keep him (and defend him; who wouldn't defend their spoils?), or they would send him back to Asgard with Thor - Asgard, where he was disgraced, but he was still a prince.

Maybe he was a prisoner. They certainly made a point of showing him so - the chains at his wrists, the gag, the charm to supress his magic - but at least he was safe. Were anyone to go after a prince of Asgard, even an illegitimate and fallen prince, there would be hell to pay. So while maybe he was in captivity, he would seethe and swallow down his anger, purely to bide his time and wait.

At least this wait was in relative comfort - he was clean, if not dressed to his liking; he was fed, he was given relative peace while he waited. A blank, dull room, but at least he was alive.

I don't think you should do that.

Really, girl, I don't think you've thought that out. You've seen my dreams - you know the things that linger, the things I've seen. Do you really think anyone else needs to know, would want to? My sins are my own, I would prefer to hold onto them. No one needs be in my dreams that isn't already.

You know my history, girl. Do you think it entirely... wise, engaging with her? The last didn't go so well, for neither you nor I, so what makes you think this would be any different?

...still, though, it is good to see her. She is a warm light of sorts, isn't she? She truly deserves better than her lot - I bring nothing but trouble her way.