Following Our Own Script

Chapter Three

Chapter Three: I am Drowning, There is No Sign of Land, You're Coming Down with Me, Hand in Bifrost Hand

A typhoon against the Gods.

Heimdall rushed to collapse the sail. The wind tore at the fabric for the last several minutes. Bifrost arm intact, he loosened the ropes as weaved his way across the boat. He wanted to keep speed until the last possible moment. When Heimdall's foresight let him see Loki reacting to the sail starting to tear, he knew this was as far as they were getting.

Loki was clutching the side of the boat, head ducted from the waves slamming against him.

"Don't let go of that compass," Heimdall shouted. "Shove it up your ass for safekeeping if you have to."

Loki blocked the water from his face, giving a nod in return. The conjured birds were getting torn apart. Nothing was keeping this boat down anymore. Their best bet was having Heimdall predict which way their body's were going to get thrown and try to counter it. With the waves being unpredictable, their future was switching between several possibilities. They were fucked.

Huginn had confirmed decent progression towards land. He came out of the tattoo, gave a quick caw, and vanished. If Ragnarok didn't take the bird, this surely wouldn't. Heimdall wished he were the one who had wings. If he was in the bird's position, he would have flown ahead for his own refuge. Idiotic, loyal thing. The raven owed them nothing. It was good for little more than scouting, unable to conjure portals without the All-Father's additional magic. A whiney nuisance.

"Why didn't you mention Fenrir?"

Heimdall thought he heard Loki wrong. "What? Now?"

"You were there not long after we tamed him. You could have brought up using him to get around the wall."

The boat hitched, a wave slamming hard on the left. Loki's body went airborne, only being able to pull himself back from his own strength. Heimdall slammed his weight in the opposite direction. Wood was splintering off the sides. If they didn't tip, their boat was surely going to be ripped apart.

"Focus on surviving, Jötunn!"
Another massive wave sent the boat teetering on its side. Heimdall threw his body against the rising wall, shoving the boat upright but dumping half the wave inside the body.

He hit the ground, nose first, and groaned. The All-Father had Thor and Baldur beat the ever living hell out of him during adolescence. Being able to predict the future didn't magically give him the ability to avoid it. He was forced to perfect his movements. He learned to dance around his brothers on the balls of his feet. Those two forces of nature quickly became child's play. Getting tossed about like a ragdoll to the storm was humbling. The All-Father's harsh training was nothing compared to this.

Lightning struck the water around them. They might not get the luxury to drown after all. Getting electrocuted would happen far quicker.

"I'm just saying, you could have told us, prevented less destruction."

"I seem to remember failing at preventing my end of destruction," Heimdall hissed, clasping onto the mast. "And if you recall, I wasn't pleased to be giving any advice about the desolation of my home."

"Admit you never thought about him being a possible solution until now."

"No!"

"Admit it, Heimdall. Admit to being a massive jerk and trying to make me feel like shit because you were bored."

A crack shattered Heimdall's ears. Lighting had struck the mast, just above where he was holding on. It split the wood down the middle. Heimdall jumped back, barely dodging as it crashed onto the rim of the ship. The waves ate the pillar. Metal and ropes tore from the ground, ripping the floorboards.
"Fuck!" Heimdall screamed. "Grab it!"