Get On Your Knees and Pray To Me

Beds? Where We're Going, We Don't Need Beds

"Welcome home, Your Highness."

Loki froze in his tracks, his eyes shifting upwards from the cavern ground. His gaze locked with the golden eyes of Heimdall, who stood coolly, confidently, and conveniently placed at the mouth of the cave, directly in front of the exit.

The only exit.

Well, shit.

Honestly, Loki didn't plan on returning to Asgard after he threatened - ah, corrected - your boss. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that maybe he should go home and fulfill his godly responsibilities. After all, you were going to be receiving your vacation and Loki did not want a second of your free time to be spent without his cock buried inside of you.

He took one of the private entrances into the realm. It had been working so far when it came to avoiding the watchful eyes of the guardian. But seeing Heimdall standing there had Loki wondering if his fight or flight instincts would come into play. Loki presented Heimdall with a courteous grin and bowed his head humbly.

"Great Heimdall, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Loki asked. Heimdall's face remained stoic and chilled, his lips pressed into a tight line. His hands unfolded from behind his back. He pressed a fist to his heart and bowed deeply. When he came back upwards, Heimdall took a few steps towards Loki.

"You've been absent from your temple," Heimdall noted. His heavy footsteps stopped as Loki chuckled. Loki shrugged and licked his lips slowly.

"I have no idea what you're -"

"You've been on Midgard with the mortal."

Loki's smile faded from his face. He adjusted his posture - not shuffled nervously, Loki of Asgard did not shuffle nervously - and his stare locked onto Heimdall's still face. Loki had to give the man credit - most people would have prided themselves on stumping Silvertongue Loki. Instead of bragging or smirking, Heimdall just stood there and waited for Loki to collect his thoughts.

"And if I have? What business is it of yours?" Loki hissed. "I am a god and I will interact with my followers as I choose."

"I understand," Heimdall said simply. "I will not stop you. I am not a god as you are. I have only heard the warnings of King Odin. I have no power to place them on you."

"The warnings of King Odin," Loki snorted. "The man speaks in riddles. If he was so worried, he would tell me what he is truly concerned about."

"Why not ask him yourself?" Heimdall suggested.

"What am I supposed to do? Travel to Vanaheim? No. It will not be so," Loki said, walking past Heimdall and towards the exit of the mountain.

"You don't need to. Odin is already here."

For the second time since arriving on Asgard, Loki paused and stood still. He looked over his shoulder to see Heimdall approaching him. Loki searched Heimdall's face for any sort of lie but the guardian was stoic and truthful as ever.

"Come, My Prince," Heimdall murmured. "I cannot shield you now."

"Shield me?" Loki asked as they began traveling down the rocky path that led them down the mountainside. Loki could have transported them back to the palace but capturing these few extra moments at least gave him time to think.

"Aye," Heimdall said with a curt nod. "I've shrouded you from my gaze. If I cannot see you, I cannot report what you're doing to the King."

"I thought I had protected myself against your eyes," Loki whispered, furrowing his brows.