Thor was startled by the Jotun suddenly disappearing. Magical trickery, why did witches always think themselves better than warriors? His eyes snap to where the Jotun was now, narrowing with irritation at him.

"You expect me to believe that?" The derision was strong in his tone. He doubted Heimdall...

Well, if any of them would feel kindness towards an abandoned baby it would be Heimdall, Thor couldn't deny that but a Jotun? How old was this one, was it recent? No, if Thor remembered Heimdall talking about his son when even he was a child so it may have been as far back as the war...

"It's too bad Asgard has no interest in Frost Giants within its borders."

"Drop the knife, Jotun." Hogun had slid into view, blade drawn as he approaches. "You would be wise to choose your next actions carefully."

Thor smirks slightly, still watching the little giant's face.

"Go ahead, little giant. Wound me, kill me even. War would be incited and my father will raze the rest of this planet to the ground. The only time you would see Heimdall is when he rides with my father into battle to slay each and every one of your kin."