The room was littered with shattered liquor bottles. Apparently, failing to discover how Odin had vanished had dealt quite a blow to Heimdall, a man proud of his sight and hearing.
The Bifrost was practically half-disabled. Sif did not possess his ability to see in all directions and hear everything. Even with the giant sword that served as the key, she was not a professional elevator operator.
Unable to see where people needed to be sent or hear whether anyone was calling for the elevator, all she could do standing there was guard the door.
Stepping over a fallen clothes rack and entering the room, Daisy was hit by an intense, eye-stinging smell of alcohol. She covered her little nose with one hand, her face full of disgust.
"This place smells like a distillery."
Su Ming shrugged and continued rummaging through the bottles on the floor as if searching for something. A few seconds later, he stood up, walked over to the carpet, and nudged Heimdall's butt with his foot.
"Stop pretending. Get up and talk."
Daisy looked at the fireplace beside them, whose flames were practically licking the man's feet, yet he remained completely motionless. He looked dead drunk no matter how she viewed it. "Are you sure he's pretending?"
Deathstroke was certain.
It was known that Volstagg had been picked up by Heimdall when he left. Sif had just said so, and after drinking Voodoo Mushroom wine, everything she said for a short period of time was true.
Using Volstagg's departure as the Time Point, after he left, Su Ming and Daisy had drunk a glass of pineapple juice and eaten a fruit salad before entering the Underworld through a Kamar-Taj portal. That had taken about five minutes.
They had spoken with Hela in the Underworld, then gone