Heimdall’s brow arched as Kurt joined the two of them. His eyes continued to bore into the blonde brute on the bed. He was concentrating – fixated on something not in this room - and Kurt’s words were a distraction. Golden fingers on his right hand released the sword handle he held. Heimdall lifted his hand slowly up to his mouth.
“Shh!” said the sentry as his index finger touched full lips.
----------------------------------------- Elsewhere on the grounds of the estate, there was a horse that begged for its freedom. The father said what he was told to say, syllable by syllable. Heimdall heard every utterance. The shackles that kept eight legs bound clanged like bells in a clock tower. Suddenly, each mystical and magical lock was instantly undone. But the chains disappeared before gravity could cause them to hit the ground… ----------------------------------------
The finger that commanded Kurt to stay quiet was suddenly pointing towards his slumbering lover.
“The beast that lingers outside will bring ruin to your world but through its existence alone. I suggest you tend to it instead of powers you cannot fathom.”
Suddenly, four spheres created of light emerged above Victor Creed. The very same chains that once kept Sleipnir docile snaked from the circles and latched onto both of his wrists and ankles. Creed instantly awoke, and the sight of steel clapped around his body enraged him. One glance was thrown at Kurt; another towards the most regal man in the room. Without hesitation, Creed chose to leap from the bed at the latter. However, a dangerous unseen force immediately tightened the slack in the chain rope. Instead of Creed pouncing atop Heimdall, he was violently thrown forward and landed in front of the man face up.
And the point of the sword that Kurt chastised him for having was flat against Creed’s neck, already drawing blood.
“Now that I have what I came for, tell Loki I will ‘leave him be’ as he insists. Until the Coven calls.”
------------------------------------- Elsewhere in one of the dorms of the mansion, in one particular room coated in heavenly light, a portal that showed the image of a titan-sized stallion suddenly exploded into four spheres. Chains and clamps sprouted from each like a plant rapidly growing from the soil. They viciously attacked a girl inside; each one latched around her wrist and ankle. One could only wonder if other people – besides the Jotunn already in the room with her – heard her screams for help and the cries for her father before her body was bathed in light…and suddenly was no longer there. -------------------------------------
Creed’s eyes widened and his heart raced. The gift of superhuman hearing suddenly felt like a curse. He heard his daughter, and when he tried to sit up, Heimdall’s boot stomped down on his chest. The feral started to panic and snarl as his skin began rapidly glowing just like the spheres did above him.
“Th’ fuck..?! WHAT TH’ FUCK?! CLARICE!?” Creed gasped.
Unrelenting, Sabretooth wildly swung an arm to cleave Heimdall’s leg off at the knee. But in a brutal display of dominance, Heimdall planted his other golden greave on top of Creed’s chest. Almost a ton of weight stood firmly atop of the feral, making him look like a king wiping his feet on a bear skinned rug.
Creed wheezed with so much weight pinning him down. His biceps strained to fight against the tightening chains that kept his arms spread outward. He turned his head sharply towards Kurt, and the fight to free himself became even more frantic.
“KURT?! KURT! GET----“
His pleas were left up for Kurt to imagine. Once he and his captor were covered in the light, both suddenly vanished. No trace of Victor Creed being in this room remained, except for the messy sheets of Thor’s bed he left behind.