So I was, again, not surprised when he accused me of treason, because it would've been the second time in a matter of a few weeks. But the Allfather never said he would banish us. 
                          
I took a seat on one of Phelan's many couches that decorated his hut and leaned my head back in thought, wincing when it stretched my almost healed knife wound. Phelan looked up from cutting the salvageable meat off the rabbits to me and raised an eyebrow. I waved him off and he shrugged. 
                          
I have been his gatekeeper for thousands of years. He must have a lot of faith in me. He has to; I could see it in his eyes during my trial. The Allfather was very disappointed in me, and I know that he knew I would never break his trust again. 
                          
So why would he banish me? He has no proof of the matter. And if he did, why didn't he have a hoard of guards come to escort me to the throne room for another trial? Why did he personally come to the dome to accuse me? No guards, no trial, no witnesses?
                          
The Allfather would never...
                          
I have known him for thousands of years. We have been acquaintances and I would even daresay friends. I know that the loss of the Queen and Loki have probably made a very large impact on Odin, but he acted rationally during our trials? 
                          
What set him off this time?
                          
It can't just be Azeli's mother appearing in the throne room. Besides, the Allfather is more powerful than most beings in the universe. Even if she somehow materialized next to him, it couldn't have taken more than a swish of his scepter to get rid of her. 
                          
"Do you like seasoning?" Phelan's words broke into my thoughts. I realized I had slightly zoned out and was staring at the top of the ceiling but broke my concentration to answer him. 
                          
"Oh, yes, whatever is fine. Thank you."
                          
He nodded and continued cooking, grabbing a few spice bowls from a small cupboard. I watched as he added a little bit of everything and placed the meat in a large black cauldron. Phelan then added a few different kinds of vegetables and started to stir the soup. 
                          
Odin would never attack me. The Allfather has never been one for violence when it comes to arresting and convicting someone of their crimes. At least, he's never been one to do it himself. 
                          
My fingers reached under my shirt to feel what was left of the knife wound. 
                          
Of course. He would never stab me. He may accuse me, he may use magic to restrain me, but he would never stab one of his best and most loyal soldiers. 
                          
That was not the Allfather. 
                          
I have no proof, but I do have my suspicions. My senses may have not been as sharp as of late, but I know my master. I know his mind, I know his ways, I know how he rules the universe. 
                          
But I need proof. 
                          
Think, Heimdall, think. 
                          
What set him off?!
                          
And then it hit me. 
                          
Azeli. 
                          
She left for Midgard earlier this morning. Ever since Thor returned a few weeks ago from Midgard after defeating Malekith, him and Azeli beaten and bloody, the Allfather hasn't been the same. Thor told me after she departed that she had spoken with the Allfather to leave on good terms. And then a few hours later her mother just appears in the throne room looking for her. 
                          
Of course. 
                          
I can't believe I missed it. 
                          
I can't believe I goddamn missed it.