Crashing Through Walls ((tag: Heimdall)) Loki spent a good while staring at the hexes and curse runes surrounding his own magic. Now that he was alone he fell even deeper into examining the spell, his mage sight and his keen mind uninterrupted by social graces. No one had yet come to inspect the disaster and he was glad for the privacy. He ran long fingers along them as one would caress a lover, looking for secrets. When he realized what was holding the curse stable he almost laughed to himself. It was his own magic. When he'd made the walls to stand alone without his constant supervision he'd also inadvertently allowed the curse to remain, guarding Heimdall's sigil. The sigil was his true goal, as it was the means by which the guardian had stopped the torrential flow of water and stolen away his son. He knew if he could examine the sigil it would lead him to wherever Heimdall was and perhaps to the location of his son.
He stepped back from the cube he'd made and with concentrated effort broke his own spell, releasing the accumulated water within to splash through the already sodden hallway. There had not been a cleaning effort made yet so he could see no reason to be careful about the matter. He watched as the hexes faded, their power having been leeched from his own spell, and sloshed through the water to come closer to the sigil. This power he knew.
This power he could crack.
His hand raised to touch the sigil as he had touched the hexes and he felt all the familiar pinpricks in the guardian's power. Normally, he would use those pinpricks to travel from one world to another and leave the guardian blinded to his activities. This time he found the link which tied back to Heimdall. Briefly he wondered if he should gather his allies. It was only a brief thought. Heimdall had always been a thorn in his side as Odin's guardian and stalwart supporter. With the latest crime of stealing away Loki's son he'd sealed his own fate in the trickster's eyes. Now Loki would not rest until he'd plunged a dagger into Heimdall after finding where the guardian hid his son. The need to find Jormungandr and possibly free him was strong enough to take him back into his days before he'd had allies, assuring him that he could defeat any enemy with his wits and magic alone.
To that end, he slid his aura through a single pinprick in the sigil. He connected easily with Heimdall's aura, having practiced for centuries, and with a pull that was slightly painful he pulled himself through the tiny imperfection he'd found. It was more disconcerting than teleportation, as it felt like he'd stretched his entire being into a single thread during this travel rather than his normal activity of stepping through a door.
With a shock he realized that Heimdall was in Odin's sitting room with the Allfather himself present.
There were many fascinations he'd had about murdering Odin. At this moment there was nothing he could do to enact any of those fascinations. To kill Odin now would not free his children, merely consign them to eternal confinement. Therefore he decided that he'd kill one god at a time, shifting his teleportation and his shape, he transformed into a sparrow, landing unnoticed among other birds on the balcony. He'd long since been able to escape the notice of Odin's ravens, Huginn and Muninn, so he knew he'd escape here with Odin being none the wiser until it was far too late. He'd remain here for the time being to follow Heimdall with ease.
"HOW DARE YOU DEFY ME?!" Odin bellowed, causing Loki's wings to flutter in shock. He gazed at the two gods with an inquisitive quirk of his head.
What's this? He thought, mentally frowning. Heimdall had never defied Odin. Even at great cost to himself the guardian had always remained loyal to the Allfather. What could he have possibly done to earn such fury from Odin?
Odin strode toward the guardian, his face twisted with his anger and his spear held in a white-knuckled grip. "I say again, guardian. You will open the bifrost and allow my son to deal with Loki once and for all. I have forgiven many things from you Heimdall, but this treason must end. Loki is a danger to all of the realms and will bring Ragnarok upon us." His voice lowered into a low growl as he glared at Heimdall with one furious eye. "Do not make me go through you to open the bifrost myself."
Loki stared between them, nearly chirping with surprise. Why would Heimdall keep the bifrost closed from Thor and Odin on his behalf? Was it truly on his behalf or for the benefit of the mortals with whom he'd kept recent company? Why did Odin insist upon the Ragnarok myth to Heimdall when the guardian clearly knew it was a lie? After all, Heimdall saw everything, obviously he'd seen that Ragnarok was merely Odin's fabrication...right? There was no possible way that Odin had been able to fool even Heimdall...and no possible way that the myth was true, he'd spoken to the Norn Witches himself. Ragnarok was a lie...right?