[So he wants to do this now?]

[In contrast to Loki's tone, Heimdall's voice was devoid of emotion, quite matter of fact.]

Because I tried to kill you. And I would have succeeded, had you not the casket with you.

[There, are you satisfied, Loki? Heimdall never lowered himself to joke at your expense, he never made fun of you like your friends. But he did go for your throat - literally. That probably counts for something.]

I? Loki, I am going to finish what I started.

[Abruptly the big man moves, a mass of muscle and leather. And if the sudden movement startles the god of mischief, Heimdall will smile - on the inside of course. However, his movements are a twist as he deliberately turns his back and takes those few steps to the water's edge once more. Taking his time, seeing only the barest part of his adversary out the corner of his eye, Heimdall again kneels and removes a glove, then dips his cupped hand back into lake. Funny thing this thirst, he'd never felt it like this before.]

[His movements calm, seemingly relaxed, the big man goes back to drinking the cold, clear water.]