With their marching orders given, Jimmy led the pair of Natives to Heimdall's last known location. Already up to speed, because he was Heimdall, the watcher conjured his magic - rainbow bridge style.
Zap's warriors two appeared on Alfheim, which caused James to protest... loudly. "Son a of... my first trip to Alfheim was supposed to be for some drunken debauchery." Because where else did you have the royal wedding after party? "Come on, let's find this sword and get..." Warpath had started to suggest until, to his surprise, the sword wandered out into their path. Attached to a rather little man. "Hey look, Troy. He's your size." Jimmy joked, finger pointed toward the dark and furry man.
"I have no quarrel with you men," Balder explained, the tip of his sword safety pointed toward the ground. "I desire no meat for my blade today."
"That's too bad." Jimmy's head idly bobbed up and down while he freed his knives from beneath his suit jacket. "Because my blades are pretty hungry." The Native launched himself toward the little thief and tossed the weapon in his left hand at the mystery man's head.
"Fall ye back before the blade of Balder!" The Asgardian proclaimed when the larger man attacked. He blocked the swing easily with his sword and prepped for the obvious assault. Balder used his blade to perry and spun to redirect the man's momentum.
Jimmy had swung, been blocked, then flung toward the bushes. The mutant used his flight abilities to course correct and land on his feet. "Okay, you got jokes." The aspect of carnality said by way of a compliment. "But no way you're leaving here with the Allfather's sword."
"This sword was bestowed unto me by Odin." Balder explained, "for I am Balder the Brave, second son of Odin, and Prince of Asgard.
"Oh." Jimmy added, then shot a glance toward Troy, his face plainly read: You gotta be fucking kidding me.