A Song Named Alice

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

In the middle of the afternoon, Asgard get together in an entire assembly one last time before they make their official first move against Loki. Frey, Freya, Heimdall, and Odin are among the people already there. 

In the warehouse sized room dozens upon dozens of tables are set up. Two large doors plated with sophisticated patterns, covered with bronze paint stand at the east side of the room. In the middle of the room is a small stage-like platform; only a microphone on its stand, and a few sheets of paper lay on the stage. 

At a table, Heimdall, Freya and Frey sit down, waiting for the meeting to begin. Before then, the three were talking with other members and discussing plans. There at the table Heimdall scans the room for one last missing member to the table, but fails to see him. 

He mumbles loudly, grinding his teeth, "Where is Forseti? He's over an hour late; the meeting will be starting soon. He had better not forgotten. Odin told us about this meeting many times over. If he has, I'll..." Heimdall glares down at his watch, grumbling further. 

Freya rolls her eyes from the other side of the table. "Then why don't you go off, find him, and drag him here? It's not like you have anything better to do." 

"Would you look for him?" Heimdall peeks up at Freya. 

Throwing a hand up, Freya casts her head away. "Of course I wouldn't." 

"See?" Heimdall makes his point while leaning back in his chair. "And if you knew better, you wouldn't have suggested that to me." Heimdall starts to groan again. "What's taking him so long?" 

Frey, looking off in the distance, notices a familiar figure skid across his eyes in the crowd. He attracts Freya's attention, and she acknowledges. "Just don't be too long, the meeting's bound to start soon. Besides, Heimdall won't last long either, he's going to explode." 

Frey smiles, then dashes off toward the person. Within a few minutes, he comes back with the person and takes a seat next to Freya. Heimdall immediately speaks his mind, "A little lost boy found his way home, finally, after all this time. What took you so long Forseti? What, did you really get lost on your way here?" 

Forseti pictures himself in a good mood, so he pleasantly smiles and sits down, greeting Freya as he does. "There's quite a crowd here to today, isn't there Freya? I haven't seen Asgard get together for a while." She smiles hollowly. 

Something inside of Heimdall snaps. He rips the seat from underneath, seizing Forseti's wrist. As Heimdall's grip tightens, Forseti's stare increases. An unearthly feeling seeps from him, warning Heimdall not to go further. Shuddering, Heimdall stumbles back to his seat, wondering about the fear that's spiraling up and down his spine. 

Waiting a few seconds for the color in Heimdall's face to return, Forseti calmly responds to the earlier rude retort. "No," His lips curve. "I wasn't lost, I was busy with Loki. He doesn't wake up as early as the Midgard Serpent does. Plus, you take the evening and night shift anyway; this isn't something that would affect you." 

Heimdall's irritation rises, yet his recent scare keeps him from speaking his mind. When silence fills the entire table, Frey glances at the platform, at which point there's someone there, scanning around the room while flipping through the papers. Standing with his back to Frey, he wears a navy blue suit and red tie with his black, brushed hair. 

When he turns around, his matching blue eyes scan the dull clothed tables and Frey moves his eyes elsewhere. When Frey doesn't find any person of interest, he takes a peek back up at the platform and meets eyes with the man there. He smiles and gestures for Frey to come to the platform. In response, Frey whispers into Freya's ear.