There is nothing quite like dawn where you're from, the sun you have breaking over the very edges of your realm, drowning out the brightness of the stars.
Normally, you would be asleep at this hour. Nothing has been normal since you returned, worse since you watched your brother fall and disappear.
At least once a day you can be found up here, watching a broken Bifrost, as if it would somehow open up again and you would watch him come striding down the rainbow bridge. his bright green cape streaming behind him. It never happens, yet you watch.
The first few days after his fall, you tried to be the prince your realm needed, attending dinners and the typical feasts, but your heart is no longer in it. In time, they might be, but they only remind you of the missing presence at your right. He should be there. But he's not and though you do your best not to listen, you hear the whispers about how one Prince fell that day, and two died.
You ignore it, as is your wont, but the nights no longer find you in some maiden's bed, but in his instead. His chambers that are the same as the day he left, the bed made, the books neat on the shelves. It's exactly as he left if, down to the mirror above his basin where you leave messages for one another. There is no message to leave now, nothing to describe the incredible ache that's been opened up inside you. Perhaps it's made worse by the fact that you cannot cry, the tears won't come, and all you can do is press your face into pillows that still smell sharp like he did.
It's the only way you can fall asleep anymore. You always awake in the small hours of the morning to return to your own bed, but you can't sleep there. More days than not, you find dawn at the highest points of the palace, where you can see so much more. If you could see as far as Heimdall, you might know where he is, but you can't and you still ask the Gatekeeper. He can't see your brother anymore than you can.
So you watch, and you wait, and the Bifrost never lights. He never falls from the sky as surely as he fell into it. Instead you are left wanting, and missing, for a man that even as he lied to you, you trusted. He was your confidant, your brother, and there are few moments in your life that he has not touched. Where is he now? Even with his betrayals, despite the fact that you want answers for what he did, you've already forgiven him and you'd forgive him a thousand times over if it meant that he'd return.
Until then, you smile. If it's brittle, no one remarks, but you keep your distance from everyone even those closest to you. They don't know what it is to miss him and you have no words to explain it.