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"I will not have some little runt tell me what to do!" It must have been an odd sight to see the two fighting together. Heimdall, making sure that the coast was clear before approaching the child, was there to deliver a gift- an honest gift. It was a quiver capable of holding more than the one Loki currently had with a few special arrows Heimdall had created himself. Arrows that fired with the bifrost and could slowly eat away at any creature they were fired at. Of course, when he had arrived (and exactly as he had thought it would go), the boy was hostile and defensive. He would not let Heimdall near, which was fine, but the shouting that both had been doing had drawn the attention of some... unsavory beings, and now they were here, back to back and fighting for their lives.
Heimdall, even with one arm, was cutting through the waves of undead beasts with ease. But with each one he cut down, two more took its place. They would soon be overwhelmed, he understood that and so did the boy who had cleverly thought up a plan to get rid of all of them... but Heimdall was prideful and hated being ordered around.
"I will keep them busy," He shouts over his shoulder, plunging his blade into two draugr and tossing them aside. "You do what you need to do, and be quick!"












