I don't own nothin'. And this is purely goofyness. Enjoy.
Heimdall had known Thor and his friends - and Loki - were on their way to Joutenheim before he even heard the heavy foot-falls of the horses. He would try to scare the kids with threats of closing the bridge, leaving them to their fates against the frost giants. Of course, Heimdall knew this wouldn't work.
Especially if Thor was the one wanting so eagerly to go.
The group was in sight, and Heimdall sighed. He watched as they all removed themselves from their steeds and began to approach.
"Let me handle this," he heard Loki say and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. The trickster had been slipping from his view as of late - something that was a huge peev of Heimdall's - and so thought he could talk his way past?
No. Heimdall was not in the best of moods, considering something as dangerous as frost giants had escaped his sight. It would be a pleasure to take the polite - fake - smile off of Loki's face.
He watched as the younger Odinson approached. The boy stopped and held up his hands.
Heimdall was confused. But, he managed to remember what he was going to say -
And didn't get to say it. Loki was making strange signs with his fingers, the likes Heimdall had never seen, which stunned him into silence. Surely he wasn't trying some magic?
Loki took a small breath before starting.
"Yo Heimdizzle; we need to straight up leave this piece. We is gon' go kick some frosty ass, ya know what I'm sayin'! Fo' shizzle!"
Loki was the first - head first - to reach Joutenheim.
End.
(Not meant to be racist, just thought it'd be funny to imagine Loki saying Heimdizzle. I wrote this in like twenty minutes, so that explains that.)