God of Mischief

Act II

Asgard was such a beautiful place. Its like everything on the outside was made of gold. Little had been changed here since my last visit too, I noticed.

Upon entry- as I had been given free entry to Asgard, gifted by Odin himself- I was only alone for a few moments to admire the beautiful city of Asgard, before someone appeared beside me, their sudden presence startling me.

"What are you doing here, Celt?" A rough voice demanded of me. Turning to face the the stranger, I took in his features. His hair was a dirty blonde cut short to his head, his dark chocolate brown eyes. He wore a plain white shirt  tagged along with a pair of leather pants, a leather jacket too. His face looked as if it were scolped by the Gods, which I chuckled to internally since he is a God.

"Thor." I greeted, his scowl disappearing, along with his hammer of which I just realized was even there. He pulled me into a hug, burying his face in my hair and patting me quite hard on the back.

"Callas!" He pulled away and grabbed my shoulders, holding me in place as he stared down at me with a big, goofy smile. "Did I scare ya? I was aimin for it."

I chuckled, shaking my head. He wanted me to feel like an intruder just to scare me, I could feel it. Too bad it didn't work though. "No, it did not." I told him with a small smile. He had been my friend for a very long time- before I was even banished from my Pantheon. Which also meant he knew when things were troubling me.

"Callas, what is wrong?" He asked, dark messy brows furrowing in concert. I sighed, grabbing his hands and taking them off my shoulders.

"I need to find Loki, Thor. I have some...business to take care of." He frowned, slowly nodding to me. "Have you seen him anywhere in Asgard?"

"Im afraid I have not. Albeit I do know who can help you." He told me. "Heimdall, guardian of the Bifrost. He has quite the eyes for looking to far away places, like one of the other realms. Because I doubt Loki would be in Asgard right now. Frigg and Odin are still quite angry at him for what he did to Baldur."

I nodded. Most of his explanation was unnecessary, as I knew these things, but I just decided to let him talk. "Well where is he then?" I questioned.

Thor shrugged, looking sheepish. "Probably still guarding the Bifrost. As laid back as he appears, he doesn't like to leave it in case Loki decides he wants to pay us a visit. We can rarely get him to sleep or eat in the castle."

I nodded again, letting him know I understood as I said my goodbyes- for now, anyway, and teleport to the Bifrost.

It was lovely shades of red, yellow, orange, blue and a small bit of green. All were faded, as if it was just colorful mist. Humans would most likely just fall through it and plummet to their death, but because I was a God, I could safely stand on it without falling through it. I made my way to Heimdall, who seemed to be waiting for me. He was probably spying on mine and Thors conversation, which made me scowl.

"Callas, glad you could make it. I heard you were looking for Loki, yes?" He asked, green eyes glinting. His scruffy beard was trimmed- thank the Gods for that, it always bothered me- and his red hair was pulled back into a very short bun. He wore a brown tunic- probably trying to stick with the old times- with light brown little designs on it of horns, much like the one he had right next to him.

I nodded. "Yes. I was hoping you could find him for me?"

"Yes yes, I'll see what I can find. Give me a moment to scan the nine realms." He told me, shooing me away so he had space to concentrate.

It took a total of 11 minutes before he yelled out, "AHAH!" frightening me into falling over, as I had been scrolling through my Instagram. What? Modern times means advanced technology.  I was bored too.