A/N: So sorry it has been so long since I last updated, just don't know where the time went. It is only going to be a filler chapter until I get the next one up.
Heimdall gazed down at the youth asleep on the bed anguishing to himself, he had almost lost Loki thanks to the actions of his former guard who had thought he was above Heimdalls orders where the former prince was concerned and had tried once more to push no Heimdall thought to himself, 'force' his attentions on the youngster.
Long black curls tangled around Loki's face his long lashes casting shadows across his graceful cheeks. His head resting on one of the many pillows on the bed with a single hand next to it, his fingers curling inwards towards his lips which Heimdall found to be one of the most sensual pair of lips he had ever seen in his long life.
His eyes moved further lingering on the slender waist he could see outlined under the single silken sheet that covered the former prince, the almost feminine flare of his hips and his long slender legs every part of Loki's body was toned to perfection in the guardian's eyes not in the bulky muscled form of most Asguardians but in a more feminine rather than masculine manner that seemed to suit the young man.
Without a doubt in his mind Loki was a most hauntingly beautiful young man he had ever seen and at this moment a genuine sleeping beauty, he wondered when Loki would finally wake it had been several days since his former guard had attacked him and although there appeared to be no serious damage to the youngster he had not yet awoken.
Heimdall continued to study Loki as he slept and in fact had not left his side since the incident even to the point of almost getting in the way of the healers who had come to see to Loki's injuries when he called for them after he had dealt with Loki's attacker.
Most Aesir had ignored the younger of Odin's sons as he had grown and now with his banishment form the court and reduced to that of the slave they had either continued to ignore his existence or tried to take advantage of him such as the guard and of course Tyr who had had Heimdalls permission to do so and still thought of the youngster as cold but Heimdall knew that beneath Loki's snow-white skin there was a passionate fire just waiting to be released.
His eyes travelled around the room of one of the less Spartan ones that had not been used for a while not since his last lover had departed to another whose taste was more matched with hers, the room was snug and the décor in a sunny yellow its walls covered in portraits of naked men and women in a variety of poses. In the corner of the room was a red chaise lounge and a small bookcase filled with tomes on romance and love that he himself had never read he had never understood her love for tales of romance when they had had their own romance to conduct.
Heimdall still lost in his memories of his former love did not see the sheet on the bed where Loki was laying shrift ever so slightly as Loki started to move on the bed his eyes popping open suddenly as he made a return to consciousness.
A/N: I hope to get the next chapter up in a few days so hopefully it will happen. Reviews help I must admit.