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Heimdall was indignant and offended by the Allfather’s choice of words, yet he never let it show on his face.
“That is correct. I have seen the weakness in our kingdom’s enemy. This mortal is the perfect weapon to exploit it.”
He paused, briefly wondering if Odin knew if emotional attachments were ultimately Loki’s undoing. Heimdall surmised that – based on the heartstrings that connected them all – he wouldn’t bring himself to strike Creed down, if not for his own fondness towards the man. And if he could somehow see past that and kill the feral, Heimdall knew that Loki would suffocate from the shame once his daughter found out.
“I apologize if the Midgardian’s braying has stirred you from your slumber. He has not learned where he is, or why I’ve plucked him from his realm. Perhaps if you see him and share with him the glory of your name and conquests, he will be overjoyed.”
Now it was time for Heimdall to inflate the ego of his king even more.
“He knows not your face; alas, Loki has told him much about you. A bias story, filled with negative perception and lies, of course… But, it has deluded this ‘Victor Creed’ into thinking he can kill you. I’ve watched him make that proclamation time and time again. What I found curious: Loki never corrected nor cautioned him. I think they both believe it possible, because it served to strengthen their bond.”
Heimdall blinked his eyes to watch for the wild blonde. He saw him, thrashing about in his chambers, snarling and screaming at the door as if the sentry were on the other side.
“Perhaps we are seeing just how much Loki’s mind has decomposed. He seeks solace with Midgardian children, comfort with Midgardian men, and allows them to believe they can stand against the King of Asgard!” scoffed Heimdall. “Ultimately, their madness is no concern of yours. Victor Creed can be the knife to your son’s Achilles’ heel. It is by your will when and where you choose to have him cut him down.”
Heimdall bowed his head and began walking towards the throne, presuming Odin would follow and take his rightful place as usual.
“Now then, let us speak of other matters. You said something has taken place in my absence? By all means, tell me of everything!”
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“GRRAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!!!”
Back in the Watcher’s chambers, Sabretooth jerked and tugged against the chains. His body pumped with adrenaline as the self-inflicted torture persisted. Creed was prepared to fight against his restraints all night.
Suddenly, there was no need.
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“I want you to spare no detail, my lord.” Heimdall said. For but one second, his eyes pulsed an unholy color. Foreign runes and hexes highlighted in the stars of the Watcher’s eyes. “If something has happened that jeopardizes the safety of Asgard, I must know!"
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The shackles suddenly lost their tension. The steel turned into the same color as the spheres of light they emerged from. In just moments, they vanished from existence. Creed immediately crouched onto all fours and roared like all fearsome predators do. He sniffed the floor and the air around him to fixate himself on his golden captor’s scent. Once he had it, Creed charged through the door out of the "prison" he thought he was in and into the corridor!