Heimdall lifted both his eyebrows, clearly appalled.
“I swear, by your name, when you speak to me, my attention is on you and you alone! I would never disrespect your excellence by making something else priority!”
The warden of Asgard allowed himself to finally watch Creed. A genuine pain of shock widened his eyes.
“H-He has Lady Sif! And…he’s…mauled our people! Please, go! Tend to Your Fire, Allfather! You’re the only one who can!”
When Odin grabbed his spear and left Heimdall alone in the throne room. It was when the doors slammed behind him that the tiniest of smirks tugged at the corners of his mouth.
To think that you could stand against the guards of this realm, Victor… What a surprise to see how you’ve mutilated some of the best warriors of the galaxy when your strength pales in comparison to theirs. Alas, I pity the retribution that befalls you.
The Sentry closed both his eyes and murmured in a lost tongue. A rift slowly peeled apart, revealing a beautiful garden housed in an expansive glass dome structure. Off in the distance, he could see two forms: females in contrasting shades of scarlet and pink. He took a few steps forward – into the gorgeous gaping void – and in an instant, was transported out of Asgard and into a plane none could follow.