"Odin does not want anyone going to Jotunheim at this time," Heimdall said.
"What if I told you Loki is alive?" I ask.
"Loki is dead," Heimdall said. "I have not been able to see his presence."
"What about the other timelines?" I ask. "Is he alive in them?"
"Yes," Heimdall said.
"After visiting Jotunheim?" I ask.
"Yes," Heimdall said.
I smile.
"Then surely he is alive," I said,I held up my left hand. "We are engaged."
Heimdall is shocked.
"You're...engaged?" Heimdall asks.
"Yes," I said. "With Loki." I wiggle my engagement finger. "I can feel his pain. We're soulmates."
"That is a shock," Heimdall said.
"Why is it so shocking?" I ask. "It is not a surprise really."
"You are the Asgardian who crashed a spaceship and made a name for herself summoning spikes conveniently," Heimdall said. "I was there to see your childhood mess."
I smile, sheepishly.
"My bad," I said. "Please, send me there."
"Loki also told me you might come," Heimdall said.
I raise a brow.
"So?" I ask.
"No," Heimdall said.
"Send me there," I said. "If I do not come back with Loki in 20 minutes then you are right and I am wrong. You can also teleport me back to Asgard if I am not calling by 20 minutes."
"I heard there is a rescue mission for a dead man going on," Jo's voice came from the door.
I look over my shoulder seeing a prepared Jo with her twin long swords.
"Jo," I said. "Thor told you?"
"No," Jo said. "I saw and heard your...strange discussion when nearby. I like to kick the ass of some rough Frost Giants."
"Let's go then," I said.
Heimdall sent us to Jotunheim but I mostly think he was more confident about my promise when Jo had come in. The pain in my legs, or more like Loki's legs, has subsided. I do not always rely on my spikes to show up when embarking on what is a dangerous mission. Jo gave me the stop handsign when we came to a frosty cave.
"I hear them," Jo said. "We have to be silent."
I nod.
"I am good with silence," I said.
Jo raises her left brow.
"...And they're talking about legs," Jo said. "They..." She covers her mouth. "Oh my Asgard."
"What?" I ask, in a low voice.
Jo uncovers her mouth looking sick.
"Let's say Loki is out cold and he doesn't have legs." Jo said.
I frown.
"That is sickening," I said, in a lower voice. "We have to go in right now—"
Jo stops me putting one hand on my shoulder.
"Listen Knighty," Jo said. "Don't try to be the hero; we have to figure out what our plan is."
I pause.
"Well..." I said. "Maybe we can take him to Midgard and then crash the coronation with proof."
"Proof of his life with nothing?" Jo asks.
I smile with a little laugh.
"Not just nothing," I said. "His legs." I held up my two fingers. "When a body part has cut off it doesn't turn the color of death right on the spot. It takes a couple hours for decapitated legs to change colors for a Frost Giant," Jo stares at me with a 'how do you know that' questionable look. "And there is some sustainable proof for the Healers to tell the legs were cut off when Loki had been alive."
"...But why Midgard?" Jo asks.
"Loki would not want his father to see him weak and bleeding," I said. "Remember Midgard's time is different and hours pass in minutes to us in Midgardian time."
Jo nods.
"I get it," Jo said. "I hope."
"Good," I said.
"But the other part is puzzling," Jo said. "Asgardians should not be aware how long it takes for Frost Giant's legs to change colors."
"There is a bed time story called the winter gear and a book about Frost Giant anatomy," I explain. "The Frost Giant anatomy book is in the great library of spells."
"...Bookworm." I said.
"Reading does pay off," I said. "Unlike what you think of them as a waste of time."
"Knight," Jo said. "Back on point. We have a base to storm and we have to do it right or else we are both dead."
"We have fifteen minutes," I said.
"How long does it take for you to make a mobile cot?" Jo asks.
"Five minutes," I said.
Jo looks over to the firesome light in the cave.
"It will take me ten minutes to get them down," Jo said. "I know a short cut to Midgard. I know some friend in New Mexico where Loki can stay for a couple hours—" She stops. "Wait...The coronation is going to be in a couple hours. I do not believe Thor would make it happen this hour."
"Thor is different," I said. "Thor may convince Odin to change his mind because of this mission and to prevent anyone knowing he lied."
Jo blankly stares at me; her left eye blinking and a unsure look on her face.
"...How would Thor be aware I am here?" Jo asks.
"Trust me," I said. "Thor is likely to check if I did go alone."
"I will see what I can do," Jo said. "And hope Jane Foster is home."
"...Hmm," I said. "What if other Frost Giants appear out no where and attack me while I make the cot?"
"Then it is time you show why you are called the goddess of spikes,my friend." Jo said. "Since we have the plan figured out; go to the wide bridge with animal themed icicles and make the cot."
So that is what I did.
I wore a big warm coat that fit around my arms, elbows, and shoulders. Jo did not go in any kind of winter gear into Jotunheim without a single fear of getting her eyes frozen. I summon a bed of curly dark spikes into the size of a typical bed long enough for a man. I make the spikes go down connecting to other bends then wrap themselves around the square patterns. Next up is the wheels for the mobile bed and the handle.
At the corner of my right eye, to the side, I see the shapes of Frost Giants.
They are coming.
No, I am not talking about Jo and Loki.
The unfriendly Frost Giants appear clearly to my eyes.
"It is spiking time," I said, lifting my right arm to the side and raise it up.
I turn over my right hand then bend my fingers up.
Below the unsuspecting Frost Giants long sharp spikes shot up striking through their chests. Those struck by the spikes shatter into pieces like icicles knocked off a tree branch. I use my left hand to make the other vital parts of the mobile cot while getting rid of the coming Frost Giants. Why not make a field of spikes?, I thought, to make the Frost Giants work to come near me. I use both of my hands to summon a field of spikes surrounding me a couple miles away right in the path of the Frost Giants except for the back entrance to the extremely wide snow filled bridge; I made the back entrance into a spike gate only able to move when a friend of mine comes.
I turn back towards the in progress mobile cot.
I spin my right index finger in a circle below the right hand corner of the bed cot making a spike curl into a complete ball. I held my right hand up in the air then turn it in a closed fist sensing one of the spike field had been broken. The cries of warrior Frost Giants in the distance brought chills down to my skin under the warm coat. I lower my right hand down turning it back towards the mobile cot.
It took me 11 minutes to get the mobile cot done.
Why?
Because Frost Giants kept breaking the field of spikes.
I hear the back entrance swing slide open and then shut.
I look over my shoulder to see Jo.
"Guess who I called a terrible swordsman!" Jo shouts, with an unconscious Loki over her shoulder while some balancing two swords and a wrapped up blanket in her other arm. "He's honestly terrible fighting against twin blades, like really, why is he even a king when he can't even fight a woman?"
That is certainly a surprise.
But Jo? Fighting against Laufey? What kind of world am I in?
I hear the loud crashing sounds of spikes being torn down to the right.
"The mobile cot is ready," I said. "And this short cut better be fast."
"It is," Jo said, nodding. "I might have...ticked him off."
Jo took the mobile cot with Loki and I took the blankets. Loki is going to thank me later when he learns who exactly saved him. A funny story that I will likely brag about to the grand kids. If we had kids in the future, that is. It also depends when Loki wants to start a family. It is Loki's choice.
What direction Jo went is beyond me. I had to make a mountain of spikes disappear just for her—because Jo insisted it is part of the short cut—to escape Jotunheim. Okay I did see Jo disappear between a large passageway between two gigantic mounds resembling mountains covered in snow. I turn away then see Laufey is five feet away from me.
"You," Laufey said. "You are not the one eyed Asgardian woman!"
"I know," I said. "I am Knight and I have both eyes. I heard you were defeated by a...woman."
Laufey sneers then runs towards me.
"Heimdall, take me back!" I shout.
