Chapter 14: The Seer

Thor lurked beyond the terrace unseen watching Desdemona play with Pumpkin. She twirled her dainty hands playfully causing the pup to dash in circles. He barked and she giggled, both echoing puerility.

The God of Thunder smiled, for the first time admiring his wife's natural beauty. He had been so consumed with his displeasure of the forced marriage, he had neglected to see what was really before his eyes. The young Midgard was truly mesmerizing. It was obvious Loki had witnessed what he had not.

As soon as she heard the door creak, her beautiful smile turned upside down. Thor's face fell. Loki was right. This woman must abhor him.

He sat down a few feet from her and lowered a hand to pet Pumpkin, who snapped at him. He chuckled and in a few seconds later, he sombered and said, "You know I would never allow father to harm you, and neither would Loki."

The young woman felt her heart roil. What did Thor suspect regarding hers and Loki's relationship?

"Yes, it seems you have enchanted my brother's heart as I have been blinded by my own selfishness, until now."

Unable to look him in the eyes, she scooped Pumpkin to her chest and left the terrace. It was too late for Thor to make amends now.

A few hours later as Thor and the rest of Asgard slept, she crept upon the heretic. He dangled in the courtyard, cut off from all but the castle, those who would not dare cross Odin and aid him, or at least that was what Odin presumed. He thought them too spineless to defy his rule, but he was wrong. There was one among them who possessed the willfulness to stand up for what was right.

"You will suffer for this." The man struggled to warn, his voice strained by pain.

"I have already suffered." Desdemona replied, withdrawing a blade and pressing it to his bonds.

"Halt!"

She froze. She closed her eyes, mustering courage, sighed, and whispered, "I apologize for not being quick enough." She twirled around, her angry eyes landing on a large warrior donning golden eyes that seemed to glow.

"Did you think that you, a mere mortal, was immuned to my sight?" Heimdall asked, arms folded across his wide chest, a smug smirk etched upon his lips.

Masking the fear brewing within, she shrugged her shoulders and asked, "Are you someone important?"

"I am Heimdall; the Gatekeeper, a Seer!" He roared his reply.

She cast her mind back to the day the Asgards had brought her through the Bitfrost, but could not recall his face. She had been so self involved with her sorrow, she had neglected to pay attention to her surroundings. "Well I have never heard of you so you must not be very important."

"I see all, Midgardian, even the darkest sins."

She smiled conjuring her times with Loki. He had promised her that none could witness their affection by use of a magical shield. He must have meant Heimdall. And to the man's cocksure ignorance, he had no idea how powerful Loki really was. "Not everything."

Heimdall flinched, choking on the mortal's underlying meaning. She knew something he did not know. Just as he opened his mouth to inquire, Asgardian Knights came forth and seized her.

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