Until Odin separates us | Heimdall

Perhaps there is another option?

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

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- Why am I not surprised that you are suddenly stuck in a tree? - the sarcasm flowed from the mouth of the god of foresight as he stood on the summit of one of the largest mountains in Midgard, his rosy eyes watching the prisoner who had been sentenced to be stuck in a tree for life

An absurdly ridiculous punishment given by Odin, but Heimdall had to say nothing about it or he would yet face such a punishment. Or perhaps even worse. Besides, he will never defy Odin remain Loyal, for the very end of Ragnarok

Even if he is to die

He will die in the name of the greater good

At least, that's how it seemed to him. He did everything right

- What do you expect Heimdall? - asked Mimir calmly, but he would have gladly cut off Heimdall's intestines and hanged him for it. His irritation, though hidden, increased with every minute, every second that the god of foresight stood here mocking him. Of Odin's right hand which had lost its position due to the paranoia of the all-father

For Heimdall it was perfect, he had the opportunity to obtain the position of Odin's right hand. Being a guardian was no longer enough for him, he wanted something more

And he was going to get it

But he had another task this time

Another time he would gloat before Mimir about his new better position

The god of foresight's eyebrows furrowed hearing the insult from the prisoner only he shook his head gaining that mocking smile again - I have a matter for you basically a question, it's the only way you can help me, because well - he started to speak calmly, but the end of the sentence however took his selfish tone again.

This time it was Mimir's eyebrow that rose. He did not believe that he would live to see the day when one of Odin's sons or grandsons would ask him for help, that he would admit that they needed help. Of course Baldur had questioned him about how to pull off the curse his mother had cast on him

Frigg or Freya whatever she wanted to be called. Heimdall always called her , "mother of the mistletoe" maybe it was to warn her that the removal of the curse from her son would be by the mistletoe? Or perhaps he was reproaching her for not protecting her child from the silly wood of mistletoe.

He himself has not yet decided

- In that case? - Mimir started to speak, wanting to throw in some very wise poetic words, but Heimdall looked at him and told him not to say anything more, but to listen to what the god of foresight had to say - You don't come to me with a foolish matter," muttered the prisoner after a while.

- Of course I wouldn't come to you with a silly matter. I would only come to mock you - growled Heimdall squinting his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest, casually examining his hands as if there was something most interesting in them in the world or that he had dirt under his fingernails

But he cares too much about his body, constant grooming and other things that others think are silly and for him it's a lifetime. Hygiene is basic for him otherwise don't approach it.

- Oh pity," muttered Mimir almost without loudly lowering his head slightly. He had already had enough derision and all that had befallen him it was enough that he had to survive derision from Baldur, Magni, Brodie optionally Heimdall himself, but he himself does not come out of Asgard that often unless he is given an assignment by his all-father. He rarely or never comes out of Asgard or Hrimthur's wall, just by himself. There must have been something serious going on since he came to the sage of the worlds himself.