I'll Fight for You

Ch 13

"Heimdall" the man looked down to find a small female figure approach. “correct?" He lowered his arms from above the hilt of the sword.

"And you are Tabitha. It is nice to see you are no longer bleeding. You gave the prince a scare." Tabitha now stood in front of him looking up to meet his gaze. The gate keeper stood like a giant, towering over her. He was clad in solid gold armor and a shining blade. An ivory horn hung at his right hip that bounced when he stepped down from the pedestal. Tabitha's hair fell as she dipped her head in a way to say hello. "How is my friend?"

"Your friend? He is doing fine he seems to be having a marry time at the moment." His gold eyes twinkled, in his eyes mind he could see Kale slipping into a hotel room singing, dancing, and stumbling onto his bed. Unaware of the dangers he was in.

"That's good to hear. I can just imagine the drama he could get himself into." A faint smile appeared on her lips. "I was curious as to what was here. Then talking to Odin I found this is where you rain."

"Now that the bifrost is fixed I spend most my time here. How are you feeling?"

"I am doing well," she crossed her arms and looked off into the falling water. A short silence passed between the two. "Heimdall I have other things I must ask you." His golden eyes looked down curiously. "How much trouble would it be to send me back and forth between realms." he chuckled lightly looking down to the ground them tilting it to the side to see her again.

"Not much trouble at all. Do you plan to make many trips?" She responded with a shake of her head then crossed her legs as she came down to sit on the marbled ground, then rested her arms on both legs. "Tell me of your plan. I know you have one to save both men."

"Well, staying anywhere on earth would be risky. If I must I can stay there and make it work. If it’s possible for you to bring me back here it would be easier for me." she rubbed her forehead with her hands bringing them down to rub her eyes. "I'm not sure how long my presence will keep him safe but it’s worth a chance."

"Why are you trying to save someone who attempted to rule you and the rest of Midgard. As far as I'm concerned Tabitha you are trying to save a murderer of millions for your own selfish reasons."

"I don't find my intentions selfish. He was wronged and mistreated. The man is hurt. Now it doesn't mean it makes up for his sins. I just think he could be given a second chance." Heimdall sat on a step in front of her. His armor echoing as he knelt down into a squat.

"Odin has given him many chances, we all have. What makes you think this time it will be different?" Their eyes met. She looked at him with a smile then spoke.

"Because I believe I can get to him better than any of you."

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The stars twinkled above him, he let out a light sigh as he hunched over the railing of his chambers. As long as the guards refrain from bothering 'him' in his cell they shouldn't suspect a thing. Now he didn't need to stay locked up, he could be free to roam anywhere. Even escape if he wanted to, forget everything and run. One thing kept him here; Tabitha, a lowly weak human that should mean nothing to him.

She wasn't weak, what was he thinking. That girl has had many troubles and she still stands firm, while he went and rioted to right the wrongs done to him. How stupidly pathetic of an attempt that was, the chitauri was someone he shouldn't have trusted. He looked over to the dome; it still shined in the dark. The walls around it twisted and the gears moved around until a light shown from the further most side. A low clap echoed into the air, he squinted and looked back into the room.

"So you left without saying goodbye."

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Thunder clapped above the city, flashes of light reflected in the sky. Tabitha, to her surprise; landed softly in the middle of the backyard. Everything was covered in a white blanket and it still seemed as dead as it always has. Her eyes scanned every inch of the ground before taking a step, looking for some kind if impression left behind by some unwanted visitors. Luckily she didn't spot anything bigger than deer tracks.

The door to the back garage was swollen with moisture from the cold, making it difficult to open. With a swift kick she knocked it against the wall letting the musty smell of sweat and stale air hit her nostrils. She didn't remember it smelling like this when she left. She didn't bother turning on the lights, there was a chance she could be being watched. The matted floor kept her footsteps quite as Tabitha walked across digging out a duffle bag. All black, padded straps and plenty of space for everything she needs. She looked at it rubbing its rough material; Kale tried talking her out of buying it. He thought she wouldn't have any use for it; it’s a good thing she didn't listen.

Looking up other bags and boxes made of wood sat in a perfect line on metal shelves. One was smaller than the rest and stained with a cherry wood finish. It had an elegant gloss to it; it was almost too nice to have in a dinghy place like this. She opened it and folded back the black velvet to see her eyes reflected back at her. The blade was about four inches in length with a wooden hilt that matched the box it came in. It was wrapped with a deep red grip so it wouldn't slip in her grasp. The blade was smooth with barbs closer to hilt that faced the opposite direction. It could cause major damage if she really wanted it too, turning a cut into the biggest gash that could leave any one bleeding to death.

After packing her blade, a rope, and Kales brass knuckles she wondered back into the house. Everything was left how it was when she was taken. All but her room, due to the broken window snow had engulfed it. She just needed some clothes and she would be off. The bag was tossed causing some snow to move and fall from where it rested. A clump moved letting the corner of her sketch book peek out. Loki's drawn hand shown, damaged with water and wind.

Tabitha looked at it from over her shoulder, he made her happy. She thought about him even when he slept in the room next to her. When she should have been thinking of Kale and hoping he wasn't past out drunk or taking the wrong men back to his hotel. No, it was Loki who haunted her thoughts. Long sleeves and jeans were tossed into the bag along with the other essential's she used. Before stepping back out into the chilled air a small bag of pencils was tossed with her belongings. She knelt gripping the book and taking it into her hands. It was cold against her skin she folded it close, carrying it against her chest with the duffle bag tossed over her shoulder.

The snow lightly fell when she walked out, the clouds where still thick in the sky and drifting away. She got everything she needed, time to go back.

"Heimdall." The lights enclosed around her as she flew back to Asgard. Where she would be safe and he will be waiting.