What was she going to do now? There had to be other people in asgard who studied magic; it was a bit farfetched for only one person out of an entire race to know the skill especially when there were so many books in the library. Someone had to have written them and it was unlikely to be Loki or he wouldn't search them so diligently for wisdom.

There was no point in crying about it now, she needed to finish clearing up the dining hall after the mess the men had left it in as usual. At some point she needed to make her way over to visit Thor as well for a recounting of Odin's heroics. Hopefully he wouldn't be too drunk by the time she reached him as he had been downing a rather large quantity of ale last she saw of him.

"Prue?"

"What is it?" The redhead answered, not pausing for a second her wiping down of the table.

"Are there… other people in asgard that do magic like Loki?"

"Like Loki?" Prue repeated the other woman's last words as if trying to fathom what the child was going on about. "Dark magic and trickery?"

"Well… uh… just magic in general?"

"Everybody has a little magic in them naturally." She shrugged as if this were common knowledge. "But if you mean a master of sorcery, then there are a few but none you should seek out."

"Why not?"

"Because," Prue seemed irritated, or simply fretful, pausing her wiping in order to give Kari a stern look, "power corrupts absolutely."

"So… they're all bad people?"

"Hungry for power. Users. Untrustworthy." She was back to her cleaning again. "Why are you suddenly interested?"

"I uh… Odin says I have to learn of magic as one of my penances."

"I will not speak badly of the allfather," Prue groaned, frowning at a stubborn fatty stain that eluded her scrubbing, "but sometimes he has more brawn than brain."

She had, had to laugh at that statement; Prue was often times unknowingly amusing in her opinions and what a great mound of them she had. They talked no more on the subject, neither woman having any further ideas on how best to appease the king's demand but there was certainly plenty of room to discuss love lives.

Egill was still keenly interested in the redhead, she in turn feigning only mild like of the warrior but the way she kept placing her hand over a gifted necklace told a different story. Woman was smitten and in serious denial. She even got into a particularly grumpy huff when Kari pointed out the subconscious actions and finally managed to dislodge the greasy stain from the table with the extra annoyance. There would be wedding bells, maybe Kari could be a bridesmaid – or whatever the asgardian equivalent was – and everything would be alright again for a change.

Kari snorted at the thought as she exited Thor's rooms. Oh had that been strange. The bimbo mostly had wanted to play games, of the board variety and kept stop starting his recounting of how Odin and his brothers forged the universe or something. From what little she had gathered, it sounded like the allfather had a serious god complex and they had not even reached the end of the tale before she needed to head back to her room for bed. Was this really going to work out?

Entering her room, Kari released a deep sigh that had felt caught in her chest for several months. She was a little hungry, having not eaten much all day due to the lingering hangover but it was too late now to grab a snack from the closed kitchens. A huge breakfast tomorrow would cheer her up and a big cuddle with Griffin now.

She smiled over at the tawny-eyed terror, curled on the windowsill with his tail tucked under his chin. He looked so peaceful, so happy and adorable all at once. She couldn't disturb him when he was like that, no doubt he would turn up on the bed during the night anyway so she decided to leave him be and get undressed. There was a knock at the door, however, catching her mid-unbuttoning of her blouse.

"One moment." She called out to her would-be-guest, clothes put back in place as she hovered to the door and opened it. "H-Heimdall?"

She was shocked, surprised, did he actually leave his post at any time other than when Odin ordered him? What was he doing here anyway? Oh my, did he have pretty eyes. Whatever, she didn't care, he was here now and her door opened wide for him to enter.

"You have failed to visit me." His deep rumbling tone filled her room as she closed the door behind him.

"Oh, right, uh… yeah I've been busy and uh…" Where was her brain when she needed it to formulate coherent sentences? "I didn't think you'd… you know… notice anyway." She shrugged, apologetic as he looked down at her from his full height taking in her words.

"I noticed your absence." There was such an oddness to his stare, as if he were looking right inside her and caressing her innocent feelings into full blown love.

"Oh." Was all she could muster up to say, her cheeks turning a violent red as he leaned a little lower.

"Never before have I longed f-" He began but his words were forced to a halt as she threw herself at him.

Their lips met, tangled and fought one another for dominance. Oh was he a good kisser, better than her imagination had dared believe anyway. She was desperate for air, the little she could inhale through her nose not quite adequate for the current task being performed but she didn't care; the lightheadedness only added to the buzz she felt throughout her body. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, standing on tippy-toes to reach a semblance of his height as he clung to her waist and back; lifting her slightly. A victory, his tongue slipping into her mouth as his bid for dominance finally consumed her and claimed the sweet prize of her inner taste.

Was this really happening? After so long of wanting this, was Heimdall actually in her room making out with her with some of the best kissing action she had ever received? One thing for sure, it better not be a ridiculously hot dream she was having.

He was walking her backwards now, heading towards the bed as he bit her lower lip and unfastened the buttons holding her blouse together. Was she supposed to try and remove his armor now? She didn't know how too but his control over her felt absolute as he peeled the blouse from her shoulders and admired the contents beneath.

She was about to say something, ask a silly question no doubt but was caught dumb by the loud banging on her door.