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“Your path from here I cannot see, so I have no way to guarantee this will work,” the deep, measured voice of the Bifrost’s guardian told him.
Raking a hand through his hair, Ron sighed. “I know, Heimdall, but I still have to try. He’d do the same for me. I know he would. And since I have no ability to go back on Earth, I came here to my only option.”
“You could die,” Thor pointed out, sadness twisting his features.
Ron turned to face him, pain and sadness reflected in his own blue eyes. He reached out and wrapped his long fingers around Thor’s neck. Brushing his thumb across the stubble along his jaw, he smiled sadly. “It’s a chance I’m willing to take to try and bring him back. I have to; I can’t leave my family and friends to the horrible fates that have befallen them since that snake-faced bastard killed,” Ron paused and shook his head, his eyes hardening, “no, slaughtered my best friend.”
Thor nodded his head. “Then I shall go with you.”
“But, my lord,” Heimdall said, his golden eyes widening.
“Thor, I can’t ask that of you,” Ron told him, shaking his head. “You have your own people to take care of.”
“The thing is,” Thor whispered as he stepped closer, “you do not have to ask me. I will do everything in my power to help right this wrong.” He placed his own large hand against the side of Ron’s face. “And no matter the result, we will return here to Asgard, and you will rule by my side.”
Heimdall quietly stepped away to let the two talk.
Ron stared at his lover, eyes wide. “Thor? What are you saying? What about an heir?”
Thor smiled. “There are many options available and an heir is something we can worry about after we return.”
Ron’s short nails dug into the flesh at the back of Thor’s neck as he nibbled on his lower lip. Releasing it, he asked, “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” was Thor’s whispered reply as his eyes flicked down to Ron’s lips.
“Okay,” Ron murmured before he surged forward the scant few inches between them and kissed him.
Thor eagerly returned Ron’s kiss as he fisted his free hand in the front of Ron’s shirt. Knowing they didn’t have much time left in which to use the Bifrost to travel back to try and stop Voldemort, Thor pulled back. Pressing his lips against Ron’s forehead, he spoke, “If we are to try and save Harry, we must go now.”
Ron nodded. “Let’s go.”
Stepping back, Thor turned to face his trusted friend who was quietly waiting at the top of the dais, Hofund poised in front of him, tip hovering just above the ground. “Heimdall, we are ready.”
Golden eyes regarded Thor for a moment before moving to observe Ron at his side. “As I said earlier, I cannot guarantee you will survive,” his eyes shot back to Thor, “either of you.”
Settling his hand on Ron’s shoulder, he spoke for both of them, “We will take our chances.”
Nodding his head, Heimdall lifted Hofund and slid it down into the activation slot. As it locked into place, he replied, “As you wish.”