Chapter X
Heimdall had been carrying a bag the day he'd collapsed in Loki's door. Respecting other people's property, no one had touched it, but as the god of schemes sat on one of the sofas in Loki's studio, he asked Yamino to bring it. Nodding, the Midgard serpent went for it.
Loki observed Heimdall. The violet-haired god was gazing empty-eyed at his reflection in his cup of tea. Loki couldn't help feeling bad... there was something in Heimdall's look...
Just right then Yamino came into the room again with the bag, that had some sharp angles that betrayed something metallic inside.
Loki and Yamino's eyes widened as the guardian god unceremoniously spilled the contents of his bag onto the table.
Clank, clank, clank.
Gullinbrusti fell in deformed and barely recognizable parts.
"That monster did it," Heimdall said slowly. Looking up to meet Loki's eyes, the trickster god was not able to tell the emotion that danced in his eyes.
Heimdall spoke once more, his voice cryptically low,
"That monster killed Freyr."
PLOT TWIST!
What will happen now?
How is it that a God is dead?
R&R to find out...!