So, this is my third fanfiction ever. I guess I had lots of ideas and wanted to get as many out as I possibly could.
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Alright, now on with the show!
Heimdall saw everything.
He saw Asgard, and he saw Alfheim.
He saw Tyr- King of Lowvenheim, a realm destroyed- leave the sanctuary of Freyr's castle on Alfheim and travel to Midgard.
He saw the young mortal girl- a teenager, the mortals called people her age- Tyr sat in front of at the plastic table of a derelict café.
He saw the tears running down her face as Tyr spoke to her, the aggression and tension within his body reminding Heimdall of a coiled spring- ready to snap at any second. It was barely restrained as she stood and walked away from Tyr, showing him her middle finger in a gesture that did not mean goodwill.
Intrigued by the girl who would be so blatantly rude to the god, Heimdall followed her home, watching as she climbed upstairs in a small dwelling, shouts from down the stairs causing her to cover her ears and cry.
When she got upstairs and into a small cupboard that Heimdall perceived to be her sleeping quarters, he saw her check her bruised wrists- bruises in the shape of fingers. After she had rubbed anti-bruising cream into and wincing each time her fingertips gently grazed over the bruises, she clambered onto her bed and fell asleep fully clothed, leaving Heimdall with more questions that needed answering.
As he pulled his sight away from the girl, a familiar magical presence pulled at him. It was near to the girl, and as he honed in on it, he caught a glimpse of the sign on the front of the two storey red brick building.
Monroe High School.
There was a purple glow around the building, and Heimdall knew exactly what it was. Whistling softly, he called a guard into where he was standing.
"Tell the All-Father I wish to speak with him immediately. It concerns a relic."
"Loki!"
His brothers booming voice echoed in the training yard as Loki covered his mouth in an attempt not to laugh. Thor was about to fall right into his trap, one that he had spent all day preparing. Admittedly, the novelty of this had worn off years ago- Thor wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but he wasn't stupid either.
"Loki- ARGH!"
Still. It was worth it, and it did pass the time well.
The sound of the rope being pulled taut allowed for Loki to come out of his hiding place- the weapons racks- to see Thor dangling by his ankle from the ceiling, arms folded over his chest as he glared at Loki.
"Well, Thor," he snickered, watching as Thor swung like a pendulum, his red cape covering his face. "I must say that the red-faced look really suits you."
"Brother, get me down from here," Thor said. In his anger, his face had turned a dangerous shade of purple as a combination of blood running to his head because he was upside down and because he was angry. "Father wishes to speak with us. 'Tis a matter of great urgency."
Loki sighed and drew a sword from the weapons rack, slicing it cleanly through the rope. Thor crumpled on the training yard, looking almost comical.
Loki started laughing but stopped when Thor grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and dragged him through the halls of the palace to the throne room.
Odin sat in the golden throne- rubies, emeralds diamonds and all manner of precious stones set into it. Frigga- his wife and Thor and Loki's mother- sat beside him, her usually smiling face serious.
"My sons," Odin said as Loki and Thor bowed. "Heimdall has found a relic on Midgard, at a school. He believes that Tyr may be after it."
"Tyr?" Thor gasped. "Isn't Tyr supposed to be dead? After all, everybody on Lowvenheim died in the last convergence."
"Tyr escaped to Midgard before the last convergence. He rules Alfheim in Freyr's absence," Frigga supplied, looking at Odin anxiously.
"If Tyr gets his hands on a relic, there will be an all-out war between Asgard and Alfheim."
Loki sighed. Thor shot him a dirty look, as did Odin. Frigga just smiled.
"So, how do we get it back?" Thor asked.
"Since we cannot tell exactly where the relic is being kept within the school, we shall have to send one of you two in first- Loki being the obvious choice."
"Why me?" Loki whined.
"I decree it, that is why," Odin said through gritted teeth. "You have one month. After that, I want the relic back in my Treasury. Understood?"
"Yes Father," Thor said, Loki muttering an affirmation beside him after Thor had elbowed him in the ribs.
"Excellent. Go and see Heimdall now," Odin ordered as the two princes turned to leave.
"And try to blend in!"
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