This is an ongoing roleplay, the other author is Clockwork Night. She is Loki, I am Heimdall. Please review, let us know what you think.

Chapter 1: The Feast

If there was anything the dark prince hated more than most, it was feasts. There were too many people he truly couldn't care less for and a celebration for no reason. What was the feast for this night? Oh yes... Thor's newest conquest in the Realms. The raven crossed his legs, groaning to himself, he wished to have nothing more than a good book to drown in rather than be there, how foolish all these Gods, Goddesses and more people he cared little for looked. He paused, seeing a single man he -really- didn't want to see. He groaned softly, Heimdall...

Heimdall was leaning against the wall of the feast hall, observing the rest of the revelers. He really did not wish to be a part of the revelry, he'd rather be back at the Bifrost observing the beautiful nebulas. But here he is, Odin had insisted that he took a break from his duties and relax and celebrate with the rest of the citizens of Asgard. As Heimdall scanned through the crowd, he noticed someone he'd rather not be in the same room with... Loki.

Loki groaned softly, but his golden brother nudged him towards the annoying guard. "He continues to stare at you brother! You must dance with him!" The dark prince blushed.

"Thor you know how I feel about that creature!" Loki sighed.

"Go brother, or I shall get him for you."

Heimdall growled under his breath. He had watched Thor go up to Loki and whisper to him. Obviously talking about him. Heimdall got off of the wall and went and grabbed a drink, then went back to his previous position against the wall.

Loki walked slowly to the man, rolling hai eyes. "Hello Heimdall." He muttered, crossing his arms.

Heimdall gave Loki a stone hard glare. "Greetings, Loki." He practically spat the words out at him.

They had hated one another since Loki could remember, the man made Loki's blood boil. But he had been bribed to be here. A whole week not bothered for him to do anything he pleased. The raven looked up to the man. "How's my favorite watch dog?" He smirked.

Heimdall's glare deepend. "I am no dog, Loki. You would do well to remember that." Heimdall crossed his arms over his chest. Golden eyes seething.

He was slightly shorter than the man, but his attitude was towering over Heimdall's. He smirked and eyed the man. "Oh? Can't even meet eyes with your prince?" He asked, "How rude... but I expect nothing more from a damn dog."

Heimdall suppressed his desire to strike the arrogant fool before him. "Loki, have you come over here for a reason, or just to pester me like the gnat you are?" He said this focusing his hard, golden-eyed, glare upon the Prince's green eyes.

Heimdall was starting to be annoyed at the little prince, hopefully if he doesn't back down, the pest will lose interest and leave.

"Perhaps I came to mend old burns in the relationship?" He mused with a smile, He was a rather attractive prince when not being a cocky prick. He offered his hand. "I adore this song, do dance with me, guard."

Heimdall became instantly suspicious. "Are you sure that you don't have any alternative motives? I haven't known, Loki, the God of Mischief to just out of the blue, want to mend a relationship with someone he couldn't a day ago look at." Heimdall did not take Loki's hand. He just stood there expecting an answer.

"Take my hand now, or the golden prince will come here and force us to and you know I hate when he bothers in my affairs." He narrowed his almost... Glowing green eyes. "Or I could just feed you to my son."

"Very well." Heimdall grumbles as he takes the Prince's hand. "I knew that you had some other reason, Thor convinced you to do this, didn't he?" Heimdall jumped to the conclusion. He was still suspicious of loki.

"Shut your mouth and dance with me." He hissed. He pulled the man to the floor, forcing Heimdall'a hands on his well Rounded hips. He had a nice figure, a very nice figure

Heimdall tried his very best not to blush. He was slightly attracted the the smaller man. "As you command" Heimdall said in a mocking tone. Heimdall's cheeks burned with embarrassment, it isn't normal for men to dance this way together and he was sure that everyone was staring.

"You know I can just turn into a woman if you despise this form so much." He growled. He moved slowly, swaying those hips, not only a God of Tricks, but he prided himself in being a sex symbol.

"I actually prefer this form thank you" Heimdall answered gruffly. Heimdall allowed himself to be swayed by the little god before him.

The raven allowed himself to be touched and held, humming along until their dance drew to a close. He broke away, a smirk on his lips. "That was far more enjoyable than I first believed. Thank you, guard dogs."

Heimdall glared at loki when the prince commented, "You're so lucky that I cannot strike you" Heimdall commented to Loki

He narrowed his eyes, the emerald orbs almost glowing in anger. "You would dare strike the prince?" He hissed. He knew well he was not Odin's true son, but he had kept it tight under wraps, no one but he, Frigga and Thor knew, being as the AllFather had passed.

"I wish that I could. But as I am under oath I cannot." Heimdall admitted. Heimdall might as well be honest. Heimdall leaned against the wall again, sighed and closed his eyes.

Loki paused, "Why do you despise me so?" He asked, "I must know."

Heimdall gave Loki a hard stare, "You brought three Jotuns into Asgard, and tried to rule the Human race. All against the All Father's wishes. Why wouldn't I be angry with you? It is my sworn duty to protect this realm from harmful beings and you are definitely a harmful being, yet I cannot dispose of you."

Loki grimaced, "Oh guard dog. Why can you not forgive?" He purred, "I only wished to impress the AllFather."

Heimdall smiled sadly at the pale skinned prince, "Ah, but you didn't. You angered him and tainted your relations with Asgard for the rest of your life. And by angering him, you angered me. Maybe one day, if you prove to have bettered yourself, then maybe I can forgive."

Loki took a step back, as if his words had stung him in some way. The prince then saw it, everyone was watching him, following his every movement, trying to figure out his next screw up. He stepped back until he just turned and ran away, running outside.