Midnight
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Heimdall has not expected to meet them here so he is not prepared to do anything and would have to let this meeting pass without a chance to finally get his revenge on Loki. He might have been able to come up with something – and if it only was a baseball cub from behind – but he has spend all day taking extra lessons for school and he is tired and even years of hatred are not enough to give him the energy required for murder.
After all he should not be surprised. As he is talking lessons Thor is taking part-time jobs that somehow make him turn up everywhere at the worst possible moments. Seeing him as a waiter in an all-night-cafe isn't any more surprising than seeing Loki and his youngest son sitting on one of the tables, gazing out of the window. Heimdall considers leaving the moment he enters but sits down instead and waits.
"Hi, Heimdall", Thor says in the cheerful way that meant 'I don't like you but I have to be nice because you are a customer.' "What is it today?"
"Coffee", he answers.
"Black, thick and bitter?" Thor suggests, still smiling. Heimdall glances over to Loki, who talks to the farce of a young man in front of him and seems not to notice him at all.
"Actually, I would like it sweet, with lots of milk and sugar."
"As you wish."
His coffee arrives a few minutes later, hot and sweet enough to make his teeth hurt.
Outside, the moon is rising and the night passes in silence.
