Koshu

HiIII so like ik im new to this so yah have fun

Heimdall god of war

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Protecting a fire with bare hands 1, 2, 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16

White golden fur

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Astarion bg3

Bones and All

dadstarion (my most liked) 2

Weight of the world...and stomachs

Ghost of past+ ch1 , 2 , 3 4 5

Stink bomb kisses zombie reader 2

Seeing starion after a while hcs

Levi Ackerman

Ugly???

Breaking modern au + 1 + 2 + 3

His phone buzzed on the locker shelf grabbing it and his eyes opened wide. Years had passed and suddenly this number was calling him. The same one that blocked him and told him coldly to never talk to them again.

Picking up he raised the phone to his ear “…Hello?” There was static before a soft rich voice came from the other end. “Hey baby.” Robert felt his hand shake swallowing his spit. “Is there still space on that…Z-team?”

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Robert bounced his leg anxiously watching the door sitting in the old stupid plastic chair holding beef tightly. Of course it was her, after disappearing from the face of earth or the universe itself leaving him alone and abandoning him like the rest she comes back still calling him baby as if her last words weren’t meant to pull his younger heart out.

He remembered that same voice struggling and wind blowing from the other end of the call before he could ask what was wrong she said “I love you…bye.” The audacity Robert thought. He leaned back hugging beef as he closed his eyes. It had already been two hours, maybe she forgot.

There was a squeak behind him and heavy footsteps, the floor having terrible acoustics, there was breathing almost like dark Vader, and Robert swallowed his spit as red reflected around the walls.

Robert felt heat against his bare back, familiar warmth, but he was terrified. “Hey Robert.” He let out a sigh the feeling of your voice never left, the feeling was euphoric, almost sinful, your voice was smooth, like a soft white wine. Hands gripped the chair turning it quickly making Robert’s eyes go wide being met with wide red lights making him feel like he was being scanned. You smiled, “Is that beef?” Beef was excited to see you barking while wagging his behind. You ripped off your gas mask and Roberts breath caught

Your face had two colors healed scar tissue almost making your face have a huge star, the tone was a stark contrast, something or someone must’ve-…

You hummed “Robert…tell me where I’m sleeping in this…apartment” he rubbed his lips together “Listen, I don’t even have a mattress I have some lights here but I also can’t just let you crash here.” He said standing his ground and you stood back up “Robert I need to stay here. I don’t have money and—“ Robert got up “I’ll pay for you, don't worry, we’ll find you a motel room for the night.” Robert leaned down grabbing his shirt and pants pulling them on.

Grabbing beef you followed him out the door, Robert fiddled with his keys pressing the elevator button to his apartment building. His nerves were rising, he started to mash the down arrow feeling you getting closer he started to sweat.

“Robert.” You whispered, making him close his eyes, his stomach feeling like jelly. You grabbed his hand making him turn to you “what’s wrong?” You asked and Robert laughed upsettingly. “You leave for years and come back for a job. You didn’t tell me you were going, you knew I had an issue with abandonment, and…and I loved you.”

You nodded “I couldn’t tell you, cause I know it’d be like last time.” Robert closed his eyes “You remember?” You said getting closer making him shake his head “No, don’t do that, you and I were young. I didn’t think about how fucked it was for me to do that. I wanted to apologize but you disappeared.” He started to ramble and stopped when you pressed the elevator button down and it lit up. You backed away and rubbed the beefs belly leaning against the wall.

Robert grumbled, slightly disappointed that you didn’t push him to speak about those events from that…house party. Something in him liked the toxicity. He knew it was bad but he grew up in a shitty situation and having someone just as fucked up as him to share it with made…sense.

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The car ride was silent, the sound of rain against the window and the radio playing low jazz sax on. Beef snored peacefully on your arm. You kept your eyes on the window.

Robert sighed as he pulled into a motel parking lot. You hummed “Am I worth just a motel to you?” He nodded to the window motioning for you to get out “leave beef.” He said and you nodded sitting beef down as his happy wags turned into head tilts.

Walking into the office there was an old man younger than 70. “Hello. Room for two?” Robert took a deep breath “uhm…no. I’m just getting a room for my friend here.” You nodded and the old man nodded back “Well, just one bed?” Robert said with a sigh “Yea.” The old man turned his chair and leaned up to grab a key and turned back, “room 23. It’s one of our nicer ones.”

Robert nodded “how much?” The old man looked at the time “For 24 hours 20 dollars and 23 cents.” Robert sucked in a breath. You raised a brow.

….”dammit.”

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Robert flipped the switch to the air bed in the living room of his apartment, the loud noise doing nothing to cloud his mind. He leaned on his knees huffing in anger and embarrassment. You gave him a beer sitting down next to him with a cup of juice and started to drink. Robert rubbed his forehead “Tomorrow I’m off, but the day after you can come with me to work and see if blaze will hire you.”

You hummed “Is it easy to get in?” Robert hummed “You’re a villain and good at it so. Fits the criteria.” You nodded “Cool.”

Turning off the switch the bed was blown up with air and Robert made it using sheets and a blanket he got from a house party though he didn’t get a mattress. You yawned and flopped down, the bed sliding across the wooden floor towards the sliding door. Robert shrugged “Alright good night.” He said dragging his lawn chair with him. “Beef?” He turned seeing beef hop into the bed with you. You were already knocked out.

Robert chewed the inside of his mouth. He knew you more than you did. He knew you hate wearing shoes to bed or clothes. And he knew you’d be freezing soon. Leaving the lawn chair he walked back your snores loud but not annoying and they brought him back to when he would hear you every night, your arms around his torso…

He sighed and sat on the bed pulling off your shoes and taking off your jewelry and wrapped the cover on top of you. Your hand was open at your side. Robert bit his lip, did it feel the same?

Leaning down, he pressed his face into your hand, holding his cheek, the position was…awkward. But he felt himself melt. With a soft whine he nuzzled more into it, it’s been a long time since he’s been touched. That’s why it was such a buzz when blonde blazer grabbed his chin.

Making him jump, your other hand grabbed his arm making him snap up but you pulled him on top of you “Come sleep with us.” You whispered and Robert stayed silent. “You want to cuddle don’t you?” You chuckled and he crawled under the blanket back towards you sinking into your familiar warmth. Robert grabbed beef pulling him closer from the edge.

“…”

Robert felt his eyes get heavy and then they closed.

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Robert woke up your arms around him like a shell on a turtle he made himself smaller so you could squeeze him more, it was always like that he loved it. Robert opened his work group chat which was really just an HR violation group chat. Blonde blazer liked to say. Everyone was here from the z team. Robert looked through whatever drama or gossip he missed through the night. A soft chuckle reading one between prism and blonde blazer where prism told her to let lose.

After scrolling for…longer than he expected, he found a text meant to him

Visi: u coming to the bar tn Robert?

Robert turned to look out the sliding door seeing it was still nighttime and he hadn't slept for long.

With slight struggle Robert responded

Roberto: uh sorry gon3a hve to handle personal busiess

Visi: uhm, personal?

Prism: you don’t have personal business Robert only personal baggage, are you getting laid?

Flamebae: oh woah, let’s not jump the gun, he’s literally unfuckable.

Robert shut the phone closing his eyes again feeling himself falling for you. Again.

“That's your z team?” You whispered and Robert hummed “Is that your nosiness coming back.” You huffed into his neck taking in a large breath of him “Robert, are you getting laid tonight?” He let out a breathy “hah” and shook his head “not tonight, I don’t think so.”

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///hi guys been a while I can’t believe I’m back.///

Tw: idk. Beware

7k words

It’s a little wonky not gonna lie but bear with me. Also I’m 18!!!

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You took a deep breath, lifting your blade, pulling it back, and letting it rip through the four sticks of bamboo in front of you. The fifth stick stood strong. Strong, to be strong is to be brave.

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Blood—his blood—covered you. It was ironic that you had just been in his position. You held his arm over your shoulder as you walked together. “Help!” you called out. Heimdall only grunted in pain, cursing himself over and over. The sky was dark, the sun hidden behind thick clouds, and a crowd had gathered, staring at Heimdall. You whispered, “It’s okay, I have you, Heimdall. I promise.”

Heimdall glared at you, saying, “Don’t speak. I don't want to hear it! Your mind is spewing nonsense.” You tried to clear your thoughts.

You burst into tears. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” you screamed. Suddenly, you felt him being taken from your hold. Your hand, which had been around his side, dropped as you watched Einherjar carry him away in their arms. “We’ll handle it from here,” a Valkyrie spoke as they turned from you, her wings lifting to block your view of him.

Exhaustion enveloped you as you stumbled back, feeling one drop of rain, then two, and more. And you turned away, making your way through Asgard while ignoring the millions of eyes on you.

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You sighed, the rhythmic sound of your sword being cleaned echoing softly in the quiet space. “So Gallahjorn is gone?” You lifted your gaze to meet the curious eyes of the eager children gathered before you. “Yes,” you replied solemnly, the weight of the news hanging heavily in the air. A hush fell over the group as the tale of Vanaheim sank in, casting shadows of sadness across their youthful faces.

One spirited girl stood tall, her chin lifted defiantly. “Well, I don’t care! I only care that Heimdall is alive!” she declared with fiery pride, her voice ringing with conviction. The other kids nodded, their spirits momentarily lifted by her resilience. “Yeah! In Asgard, we care for our people! Right?” One of the boys turned to you, seeking affirmation. You smiled sweetly at them, your heart warmed by their camaraderie. “Yes,” you affirmed gently.

Just then, their gazes shifted, transfixed by a figure striding toward you with purpose. You turned to meet the eyes of Sif, her presence commanding and full of strength. “The all-father summoned you.”

You frowned, a chill creeping through your fingers as you tightened your grip on the sword that once hovered ominously at his throat before he violated the sanctity of your mind. The metallic taste of tension filled your mouth as you bit your lip. “Are you certain, or is this just your way of calling for my arrest?”

Sif gazed into the distance, her eyes following the carefree laughter of children darting about, their joyous abandon a stark contrast to the turmoil churning within you. “The choice to reveal yourself is yours alone,” she replied, her voice steady yet laced with urgency. “But I wouldn’t advise against it. Heimdall is clearly in dire straits.”

You turned your attention back to her, brow furrowed in confusion. “What does meeting the All-Father have to do with Heimdall?” You scoffed, your incredulity palpable, but she merely cast a knowing sidelong glance your way. “You know exactly what he has to do with it.”

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You approached the study, a frown creeping onto your face when you spotted a guard stationed by the door. That was unusual; without Heimdall, nobody was supposed to be babysitting the old bastard. You glanced at the guard, who had his hand stretched out toward you. “What now?” you asked, your annoyance palpable.

He grunted back, “Weapons, please.” You scoffed, reluctantly unsheathing your sword and handing it over. Just as you were about to step inside, a firm arm blocked your path. “All weapons.”

Frustration bubbled within you as you pressed your lips together, biting your tongue to keep your cool. You yanked off your golden earring, the metal cool against your skin, and dropped it into the guard's waiting palm. Satisfied, he stepped aside, granting you passage.

As you crossed the threshold into the study, a chill ran down your spine, memories flooding in. You could almost feel the sensation of hitting the wooden floor face-first, your teeth leaving imprints where you’d once fallen, vines snaking up your body and invading your veins, Odin’s piercing gaze challenging you, and Heimdall standing sentinel like a statue, watching your suffering unfold.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, seeking comfort through the physical gesture, imagining your mom holding you tight, shielding you from the world. When you finally lifted your gaze, the man in the chair before you put down his pen, looking up with a slight smirk. “So glad you’re here.” His voice was smooth, almost teasing, but you could sense the weight of unspoken thoughts hanging in the air.

You sat down in the chair, leaning on your legs. “That makes one of us. Why am I here?” you asked, watching Odin close the book or journal he was writing in,

“You told me that the norns foretold Heimdall's death in Vanaheim.” You stayed silent. “You brought him back, defying fate itself, you got him home alive.” Your lip twitched. “You don't care he's alive,” you said, already reading through him, his neutral expression turned into a smile like a cunning fox…a snake.

“No, I don't have the answers you seek, but I know you care deeply for him.” The figure leaned against the stone wall, shadows playing across his sharp features. “Heimdall won't wake up anytime soon; his condition will only worsen.” You felt a chill run down your spine as you met his gaze, a mix of fear and disbelief swirling in your chest. As he stood and walked toward a rusted door that led deeper into the earth, you let out a strangled gasp, instinctively following him.

“What do you mean he won't wake up? What did you do?!” Panic bubbled in your voice, each word thick with desperation. He turned slightly, a fleeting chuckle escaping his lips that sent a chill through the air. “I know you, because I watched you grow. I saw how you clung to Heimdall like a lifeline, your emotions intertwined like roots of an ancient tree. If he were gone, you would be nothing but a husk, wandering through the remnants of your own past, forever reminded of the devastating loss you once suffered. Yes, you’ve grown stronger, but deep down, you still need him as you once did.” His words hung heavy in the air, every syllable steeped in a knowing that made your heart race with both anger and sorrow.

Your lip quivered as you stared at him, stepping cautiously deeper into the shimmering green rift in the air. Each word he spoke sliced through the palpable tension. “I had imagined a different fate—one where you would willingly surrender your power. But then a darker thought crept in: what if I could capture both you and Heimdall? Together, we could forge a grandchild of unimaginable strength. Just as Heimdall's mothers did before him, I would ensure your presence was erased forever.”

You clenched your fist, your battered knuckles aching for retribution. “But—” A fierce scream erupted from your throat as you lunged at him, only to be hurled over a table, landing hard on your back with a gasp.

Odin scratched his ear, clearing his throat. “As I was saying, you chose to leave, and Heimdall sought solace in the arms of others. I thought you had found a new home. But here you are again, bursting with ideas and hope. You and Heimdall are too different, and I fear the child that might emerge from you would be nothing more than a disappointment.”

You pulled yourself up with a groan, and he sighed circling the green tear “I know you’d do anything for Heimdall. I could cure him just like that.” You walked up to him, fists clenched at your sides. He turned to you, taking off his eye patch and scratching a part of his scarred eyelid, “But…for something in exchange.” You waited to hear the conditions.

“Your freedom.”

You scoffed, “You think I’m an idiot?” He shrugged, staring at you, “I’m giving you the chance to save the god Heimdall himself.” You shook your head, “Just to be what?! Locked away where he won’t even see me, and I’ll rot?!” You turned “I’m leaving. I’m gonna find a way to get him up myself.” Odin called out to you, “Listen! Kiddo—…I’m not locking you away. The deal will be there, but it’ll be in the back of your mind; you won’t even remember making it.” You stopped looking down

“When you are on your last days, I will keep you safe until I find use for your abilities.” You laughed, “Bullshit.” You chuckled on your way out, “I don’t need your help anymore…”

“He will suffer because of you.”

You stopped. Suddenly, everything felt heavy. Your lip wobbled, and you blinked away the sting of tears. Suffer, what a word. Is that what this was for years? Have you just been suffering inside these walls, thinking you were safe and loved? Were your Black Thunder parents a part of Odin's plan?

You rubbed your finger across the scar on your chin.

“I have to get back to Heimdall.” You whispered.

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You pushed the door open, holding your breath, just maybe he would be sitting up waiting for you. But he wasn’t.

You sighed, closing the door quietly, walking up to him as he slept peacefully in the bed, you smiled down at him, looking at his arm that was once all together wrapped up and outlining a stump. You leaned down into his side, “Heimdall…” You whispered, his breathing calming you down.

“I don't know what to do anymore; I'm scared,” you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. A heavy sigh escaped your lips, laden with the weight of your fear. “I've always been scared, but never when you were here. When you were around, I never had to worry—no one would dare touch me. You made me feel safe.”

As you spoke, a wave of sadness washed over you, and tears began to fall onto your hand, warm and stinging. You quickly wiped them away, embarrassed. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to get that on you.”

You took his hand in yours, gently pressing a soft kiss to his palm. His skin was still warm, a stark contrast to the heaviness of his hand, which felt like a weight anchoring you to the reality of the moment. You nestled your cheek against it, a deep frown etched on your face, feeling the sense of protection slip away.

“Would you want me to give up my freedom for you?" The question hung in the air between you, filled with uncertainty and longing, as you sought an answer that could change everything.

There was no answer, but you needed one. “Heimdall? How do I get you out of this? I need you.” You sighed, pulling away. “Asgard needs you.” Suddenly, a loud bang reverberated off the walls, and screaming and shouting came from outside. You snapped to look at the nurse running in the room, “There's a beast outside!” You got up, pushing her to Heimdal,l “Keep him safe.” She nodded, “W-whatre you going to do Thor hes, hes nowhere to be seen and the All Father he–” You pulled your sword out with a resonant ring through the air, silencing her.

“While Heimdall rests, Im your watchman.”

You made your way outside, groups of Asgardians running away from the wall. It was raining, and it was dark, a large storm cloud covering the light from the sky, and you could barely see through the raindrops. Almost immediately, you were soaked, and this time it wasn't because of you; otherwise, it never rained in Asgard.

You let out a surprised gasp, seeing a large piece of stone fall in front of you. People scattered as rubble seemed to fall from the sky. You looked in front of you a child screamed, looking around for their mother. You picked up the child quickly, and the little boy screamed in your ear, making it ring. You looked around, dodging falling stones and buildings that toppled onto the street.

“Ezekiel! Where are you!?”

You turned and saw a woman, her dress causing her to trip into the dirt. You made your way over shortly after. “Are you alright?” you asked, pulling her up to her feet. “My son!” She yelled happily, taking the boy from your arms. You smiled but looked up at the wall. “What's up there?” She shook her head, lost for words, “I–We were not sure.” You nodded, “Go to the great lodge, it's the farthest from the wall.” She said a few thank yous and ran off towards the lodge. You let out a long groan and you started to run towards the wall, which was far. You were dodging all the oncoming rubble and wooden parts of buildings, but then you let out a yell, your foot twisting over itself, making you fall. You pulled your face up from the mud and grass, looking at your foot as it popped the bone exposed just a bit. You whimpered, pushing yourself up. It'll heal if the sea sisters bless you for now. You open your eyes, looking up, feeling a warm breath on your face that smells of fish and meat.

“Gulltoppr.” You smiled; her piercing blue eyes softened as she heard your voice. She let out a low gut purr. You frowned, “I hurt myself really bad. I need a ride, I know Heimdall isn't-” Without any tugging, she lay herself down, almost bowing to you. You went to climb but turned your head looking at the people around you, men and women of old age struggling to dodge the debris and make it to the lodge. You sighed and pulled away. “Gulltoppr…you have to help them, okay?” You turned to the citizens, “Come! Gulltoppr will help you get to safety.” You nodded to them, helping a few get on top of the feline.

Gulltoppr nuzzled into you, passing you, and started to run to the lodge. You sighed, looking at your injured ankle. There was no time for that now. Pain is no stranger to you, and you need to move. You let out a huff as you started to limp quickly, ignoring the sting and doing your best to move out of the way of the crowds and rocks.

“The only time Heimdall is off duty, and now there's a beast at the wall,” you cursed. You looked up to the sky as valkyries flew over the wall, yelling and battle cries following them.

You whimpered, slowing down, letting out a gasp of pain.

You couldn't go on foot.

It's a good thing you didn't have to. With a resounding cry, you heard the soft jingle of armor approaching your side, accompanied by the rhythmic sound of hooves striking the damp earth. Looking up, you were greeted by the sight of your horse—the one Heimdall had tamed in Vanaheim, a creature of both strength and grace that you had nearly forgotten amidst the chaos. A smile broke across your face as it leaned into your hand, its velvety muzzle brushing against your palm in a gentle greeting.

With a muttered thanks, you deftly swung yourself onto its back, your fingers curling around the saddle horn as the horse surged forward, instinctively galloping toward the looming wall ahead. It seemed to understand your mission as surely as you did, and you furrowed your brows in determination, feeling the spray of water hitting your face like thousands of spikes.

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You hopped off the horse, looking up at the wall. You could see Valkyries flying into the air and back, holding their weapons above them. You went to the lift, turning the wheel, and it lifted you towards the wall. You sat back against the rail, looking at Asgard flames in some spots, dust and rubble in others. You looked down at your sword, looking at your eyes in the reflection, and were momentarily distracted by a chilling yell as a valkyrie plummeted, grappling with the rope of the precarious lift. A massive rock broke free, crashing down onto the rope and sending the entire lift careening perilously close to you. In a panic, you let out a desperate scream, gripping the wheel with all your strength as if your life depended on it. The rope suddenly snapped beneath the relentless weight, and you gasped, adrenaline surging through your veins. You began to climb the frayed remnants of the rope, each movement laced with urgency, your heart racing. With a determined leap, you reached for the remaining rope, swinging your body toward the wall. Fear coursed through you, turning your limbs to jelly as you opened your eyes to survey the wreckage of the wooden platform crumbling beneath you.

Your horse cried to you and you let out a shaky yell, "I'm okay!” You nodded, seeming more like you were trying to convince yourself than your companion. You looked up as you climbed the rope, pulling yourself onto the top of the wall, and you saw Einherjar shooting down arrows. You approached, “What is it?!”

They growled at you, but before they could insult you, a giant claw smashed two of the soldiers to dust in front of you. You blinked in disbelief as a low, menacing growl echoed around you. Behind you, another claw emerged, its razor-sharp nails slicing into the stone as if it were mere clay. You turned slowly, your heart pounding, to behold a fearsome creature before you. Its sharp, yellowed teeth glinted ominously, and nostrils flared, sending a powerful gust of air that whipped your hair back. The beast's neck, adorned with iridescent blue scales, shimmered in the faint light, adding an eerie beauty to its terrifying presence.

It was a dragon in Asgard.

But it wasn't a dragon you've seen before. It was long with no wings, smelled like salt, and had water dripping from it. Like a serpent with arms and fangs as big as your head.

You felt awe inside your terror-filled eyes, watering at the sight. Suddenly, you were ripped from your thoughts

“What’re you staring at?! Kill it!” A Valkyrie yelled, and you pulled your sword above your head, letting out a yell as you went to strike, and your sword bounced back the scales hard as stone. You cringed looking at the dragon's face in front of your vibrating sword.

You stood still watching it. Why didn’t it attack? It could’ve. It didn’t. You stared into its eyes, and without words, there was deeper understanding than anyone you knew.

Suddenly, that same chill like in Vanaheim crept up your spine

‘You have done well, you have returned our Heimdall to safety. He can rest comfortably for now. Come, let the sea creature take you to us; he is no threat. It was the only way to reach you. Come to us, our sword, come and we will tell you your nature.’

You let out a deep sigh as if you were holding your breath for the whole time. You lowered your sword. There was a soft breeze as the beast opened its mouth and hovered near you before scooping you up in quick motion and diving into the water outside the walls disappearing from the einherjar and valkyries' view.

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You started to breathe rapidly, the smell of the dragon's breath overwhelming, and the feeling of its teeth up against your hands as you fell to your knees on its tongue made you realize Wow, you were in the mouth of the beast You let out a soft whimper in fear. It wasn't swallowing or chewing, so you closed your eyes and relaxed your mind.

And after slowing your breathing, the smell wasn't so overwhelming.

After a while, the mouth opened, you squinted, and carefully stepped out onto the wet ground. Looking around for miles, there wasn't anything; the stars were the only thing eye-catching. You turned to the beast, its eyes already on you. “So…What am I here for?” You said to it, and it continued to stare before lifting its gaze to behind you, a shadow rising over it.

“Hello, dear, you made it in one piece,” you heard a distorted voice say. You slowly turned, breath shaking as you looked into the glowing eyes of the giant woman figure in front of you. “We are happy to have you here,” you felt tears start to build, “you’re…”

“We are the sea giantesses.” You gulped, feeling your heart beating in your throat. “So…you’re Heimdall's mothers, I thought there were…nine of you?” You said looking at the large glowing eyes that were as cold as they seemed filled you with warmth.

The woman nodded, “There is. We show you in this form so we can speak plainly.” You swallowed, “So…I’m guessing you’re gonna tell me what I am.”

The woman nodded, “You are no god, but you have been blessed with our power. It is what keeps you alive, and since you are our vessel-“

You scoffed, “vessel?”

They nodded, “We gave you life. The one you lost. Water is flowing with life, and we gave you back all of it, all your traits. Everything but what killed you in the first place…your illness.” You looked down. “I died.”

There was a humming noise from the woman confirming your question, “You did…your mother held you at the cliff looking down into our icy depths, her heart was broken, and your father slept, dealing with his own pain. She wanted to jump, so you wouldn’t be lonely in the afterlife…then the nine of us, when we were young, came to her. We spoke to her and asked her why she wanted to jump. And we were young, and oh, how we loved to jump and play. Our power was unlimited. So we brought you back, and the color returned to your lips.” You felt tears roll from your cheek onto the water under you. “Do you love Heimdall?” You looked up “I—what?”

“Do you love our son?” They asked again. You were silent but nodded slowly, “to death.” They smiled down on you. “Show me your blade, child.” You kneeled and pulled out your soulless sword looking at it sadly then letting the water carry it away from you “we give you the ability of companionship. This charm holds the blood of the dragon behind you. If you need it, it will come to you, as long as there is water. His name is Mâchoire” you looked behind you the beast bowing to you.

“Why?” You asked the woman, “There is a war. It’s coming, and you have to be ready to fight. For yourself, for Asgard.” You frowned, “For Odin?” A wave in the distance crashed, “No! Not for the false god. But for his people, our Heimdallr has lost his light. He needs the flow and current of your strong soul to push him to guide him.” You looked at your sword, the charm glowing a ruby color. “He’s sick. He lost his arm, he isn't awake, I can’t…” They hushed you

“Heimdallr does not get sick. He holds the sun in his heart and the air in his lungs; he is under the claw of his father.” You swallowed “I know…but Odin he— he wants my soul. To keep it when my time comes.” The goddess’s hand hovered over your head, almost comforting you, “your soul is yours. But this wouldn’t be the first time you’ve lost it.”

You frowned. “So I should give it up…for Heimdall?”

“You shouldn’t be scared of someone who is himself afraid to die. You have faced death. You have more knowledge than he does. Heimdallr doesn’t associate himself with fools. You are stronger than you think. Odin's tricks aren’t forever. As pathetic as we look stuck here away from our son, there is always a way to break it. We haven’t found it yet.”

You nodded. “So, now what?” You said, “You go back.”

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Heimdall opened his eyes to the brightness of the sun from the window, making him groan and lift his arm over his eyes. His arm? He gasped, looking at his left arm. It was intact, and it was back, he smiled, “Thank the all Father.” Looking to the corner of the room, you were there in a chair with your head against the wall, sleeping. Heimdall frowned. “What are you doing?” You peeked, opening one eye before smirking, “Good morning, pretty boy.” Heimdall rolled his eyes. “Have you just been sleeping?” You chuckled, “No, you have but-…you’re awake now that’s good. We have a lot to do.”

Heimdall sat up “That’s how you greet me?” You looked at him with a smile and tired eyes. “Sorry…it’s been hard since you’ve been sleeping for the past week.” Heimdall furrowed his brows “Week?” You nodded and walked over.

“Yea, and now that you’re awake…” you leaned down Heimdall up turned his lip slightly his eyes peeking into your mind but too late and you captured his lips on yours making him let out a “mmph”

Pulling away you chuckled “I’ve always wanted to do that with you Heimdall.” You whispered his chest shaky under you. “You’re a devil.” He cursed You frowned “why?” He scowled “You gave galljorn to the bone head.” He said “You betrayed me…”

“You saved me.” He whispered “Don’t expect a thank you, but please…say what you told me that day again.” He said with purple eyes peeking into your mind you smiled “I love you.”

You meant it, his heart panicked as you leaned back in “wait.” He said hand on your chest. “Wait…” he whispered and you pulled away “What is it Heimdall?” He frowned “We’re not bound by the all father; this is sinful.” He said, shaking as he laid his arm back down. You raised a brow, “You care about being wed now?” He glared, “It’s-…” he softened, “It’s different with you.” You smiled, “Heimdall, are you saying you want to marry me?”

Heimdall's eyes narrowed; he wouldn't say it out loud.

“We have work to do.” He said plainly, pushing you off and getting dressed.

———-

You turned to Heimdall, looking at the shock on his face, seeing the damage done by that creature. “You should see your face.” You laughed at Heimdall, making him turn red and groan angrily, “I was out for only a bit, and this place is in shambles,” he yells suddenly he was pushed to the ground, a happy purring Gulltopper licking him.

Heimdall groaned, “Stop…alright…alright enough.” She backed up, her tail wagging happily. Heimdall stood up with a dim expression before smiling and hugging her. “I missed you, my fluffy girl. Have they been feeding you correctly?” She purred in response, snuggling into him.

Watching the adorable scene, someone walked up to you, “Excuse me, Miss?” You turned “oh rue! Yes, what is it?” She smiled, “So we’ve been holding well. It's just some rocks from the wall that have blocked the stream of water from the outside, or well, that’s what we guessed.” She said, “We’re sorry to trouble you-“ you smiled, “It’s alright, plus I have help.” You said Heimdall stepped up beside you.

Rue gasped, her body shaking as tears rolled “Heimdall! I mean—Lord Heimdall. Everyone! It’s Heimdall.” People turned and started to sprint up to the man himself, hugging him and kissing his cheek. The golden boy shone bright once again. He made a disgusted face, but he started to smile.

He was home, you backed up, letting others come through.

Oh…and the children charged.

Heimdall couldn’t dodge them all, falling onto the dirt, kids screaming and cheering. Heimdall sat up. “Gods, was I gone that long?” He asked, and everyone laughed.

———-

You followed behind Heimdall on your horse, going to investigate the holdup on the stream. Reaching the problem, you and Heimdall walked to a large tree that was knocked down, the culprit being a boulder near the stump.

Heimdall sighed, "Everything's a mess.” You nodded, “Yeah, but the people stayed together through it, they worked together.” Heimdall looked at you before crouching, putting two hands on the large tree, his new arm shaking slightly, and it seemed he was still not at his best.

“Did you…tell them about gallrjhorn?” He asked with a grunt the soil slipping under his feet. You walked over, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Let’s work together.” You said softly, he stood up, backing up, looking at you.

You let out a breath, the water pushing against the log harder.

Heimdall furrowed his brows, staring harder at the stream of water, the wind blowing slightly harder. He could handle a log; he could handle the wind bent at his fingertips. There's no way he should be so weak right now.

Slowly, your hand slips into his, rubbing his knuckles soothingly. Heimdall looked down at your hand, a loud creak coming from the log as it rolled down the stream, water running freely.

He looked up at you, wind whistling sweet tunes. You smiled, looking into the water, “I didn’t tell them about the horn…I didn’t want them to worry.” Heimdall peered into your mind…calm. You smiled at him, “They’re strong, but they just need more time.” Heimdall scoffed, "Ragnarok could happen tomorrow; it isn’t just some storm. It is the destroyer of Asgard, bursting it into flames and covering it in ice. You damned us all.” He pulled his hand, but you embraced him, making him go still.

You shook “Heimdall, I was so scared…you could barely speak. In Vanaheim, when I found you, my heart sank deeper than any ship.” Heimdall grabbed your face, pulling it away so he could stare into your eyes. “I’m here now.” Tears streamed down your face. “Heimdall, I would die for you.” He furrowed his brows, your arms holding him tighter as if he’d disappear. “What’re you saying?”

You cried, snot pushing out of your nose, “I’d die for you. I’d lose my life so you could keep yours. I love you so much, Heimdall. The waves crash in your name. Everything I hear speaks of you, it smells of you…I feel you everywhere.” Heimdall's hand lay on your chest, your heart. It beat against his palm, heavy and fast. Heimdall's other hand caressed your cheek.

You looked at his lips. “Heimdall…I don’t know what I’m doing.” You admitted Heimdall furrowed his brows, lifting your chin, your eyes looking into his bright purple ones. “You are the protector of the realms. Have you remembered nothing I told you? You are as strong as each crashing of waves; you don’t feel me, you feel yourself. Do not die for me. Live for me, and that’ll prove your love.”

You stopped your quiet sobs. Heimdall nodded “That’s an order.”

“Do you love me?…”

You asked barely above a whisper, Heimdall was silent for what felt like a long time. Heimdall's other hand laid on your face “Do I love you because you’re wonderful? Or are you wonderful…because I love you?” He whispered as you leaned into his hand. He wiped a tear “am I making believe I see a woman too perfect to be really true? Are you the sweet invention of my wildest dreams, or are you truly as wonderful as you seem?”

He smiled, pulling away. “I don’t know what I’m feeling, but it feels…right..” You smiled softly standing up straight and you got that confidence back that you had earlier. “Alright…let’s get back.”

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You had business to take care of, and you departed from Heimdall, leaving him at the great lodge. Heimdall watched as you led your horse away, your back turned to him. His body felt half once again, your presence was gone, and once again, he felt empty. Slipping through the halls of the lodge, ignoring people who cheered, approached, or praised him, he made his way to his room.

Standing in the halls in front of his door was the half-breed. With a groan, Heimdall spoke, “It’s you.” The boy jumped, turning to him with wide eyes, “Heimdall!” He spoke, “It’s almost like you said that as if you’re happy to see me alive.” Heimdall said, pushing open his door, kicking away the dead flowers and papers with prayers or notes.

Atreus scoffed, picking them up for him, following him into his room as if he was invited and setting the papers and flowers on his desk. Something stopped him, and instead he sat them on the floor. Looking at the golden steel, it glowed like the sun, “Hofuð,” he whispered. Heimdall grunted as he sat down on his bed. His room was big, bigger than Modi’s or thrudds. It fit his noble ego. Atreus went to grab the sword, but Heimdall sighed, “I wouldn’t…hofuð doesn’t take kindly to strangers.”

Atreus backed away and focused on other things around the room. “So this is where the very important Heimdall rests?” Heimdall chuckled, “When I’m not living in an inn to be alone, yes.” Atreus cautiously sat on the bed. “About my father and Vanaheim, we really wanted to avoid war; we don’t want to hurt anyone.” Heimdall looked at him tiredly, his eyes low, but they still peered deeply into his soul. “He may not have wanted war, but you were eager…just like you were when you came, searching for a solution, but you caused chaos.”

Heimdall pulled from the boy's mind, staring at the wall. “It does not matter, Atreus. Gallrjorn knows her purpose, and she and I have had many, many years together. Ragnarok will happen, blood will be shed, but the best we can do is prepare.” Atreus looked around. “Isn’t it dangerous to talk in the same home as Odin…” Heimdall looked at him. “There is much Odin knows already; he knows all. It’s only a matter of time before he punishes her for her betrayal.”

Atreus looked down, confused as he picked the fur on his boot. “Her? You mean the protector of realms? Isn't she just like you, though? Right? She's an authority as well?” Heimdall sighed, “Yes, but no. Odin will punish her, I truly feel it; she’s not only given gallajorn to the enemy but has also threatened Odin. It’s only a matter of time before she overfills her cup.”

Atreus scratched his head. “I’m sorry, it’s my fault.” Heimdall scoffed, “This’ll be the first and last time I’ll ever say this. It isn’t your fault, it’s my fault I failed.” Heimdall glared down at his hands. Atreus smiled, “Does this mean we’re friends now?” Heimdall snapped his head to him, “What? Hah—no…” Atreus tilted his head. “I think you like me. We’re practically brothers.” Heimdall frowned, staying silent. “I mean, who else could climb that huge wall?” Atreus said with ego radiant off his brain.

Heimdall chuckled, “Oh yeah, you do think you were the only person to climb the wall.” Atreus turned to him, “What, who else?” Heimdall smirked, “The protector of realms.”

Atreus leaned in closer. Heimdall recoiled but rolled his eyes.

“When she and I were still in training…”

————-

You fell onto the dirt, letting a grunt out, people laughing around you. You got up, wiping your tunic, looking down as your instructor approached you. “Are you hurt?” You opened your mouth, “Maybe you should sit out, your sparring partner can train with Heimdall.” You let out a quiet plea as he turned away and walked. You looked at Heimdall, who stared at you with no expression. You sat on the fence looking into the field covered in moonlight, you rested your chin on your hands, sounds and noises fading as your ear played what sounded like loud calls.

The calls were deep, but they were long, sounds of a beast underwater. You felt your panicked heart slowing down. You felt your body jolt with a force, falling onto the grass and rolling down a hill, stopping when your arm hit a root from a tree that was exposed.

You looked up in pain, seeing those bright purple eyes. “Your reflexes are unacceptable.” He said, pulling your arm, standing you up, “Why do you stay and train?” He asked you, raised a brow, “I—cause I want to be here.” Heimdall rolled his eyes. “The direction you're headed in, I don’t know if you’ll even make it out of the wall.” You gasped, “Wait, if I make it, I can get outside the wall? See things?”

Heimdall turned, looking back at the empty training ground, picking something out of his teeth. You walked in front of him. “Heimdall? Did you hear me?!” He hummed, “What? Oh, sorry didn’t hear you.” You glared at him, “What did you mean? Do people get to go outside…like other realms?” You said, and Heimdall smirked, “Yeah, but only those who are chosen.” You watch him walk to a dummy and pull out his sword, watching him slice through the wood clean and hard. You hopped over the fence and ran to him, “Teach me!”

Heimdall scoffed, “I can’t teach you if our instructor can’t.” You shook your head “You can, I’m a quick learner when I can see what to do.” Heimdall laughed, “What if I’m just wasting my time?” He asked and you smirked “Then you can have free meals and drinks from the black thunder. Forever.” Heimdall rolled his eyes “I need more than that” you grimaced as you thought Heimdall smirking wider as you did. You sighed “You already know-“

“I want you to say it,” Heimdall said, leaning closer. You huffed. “I’ll clean Gulltopprs cage forever.” Heimdall nodded “Deal.”

——-

Atreus sighed “So what does this have to do with the wall?” Heimdall sneered, “I’m getting there.”

——

You let out a gasp when Heimdall planted his foot on your back “You’re so weak I’m barely even pushing down on you.” He taunted and you growled “I’m not that strong, you’re a god.” Heimdall stomped on your back making your arms fail under the pressure “I had to work for the things I got, I have no control over ice or thunder, only wind. And even that takes a lot out of me.” He backed away from you, letting you get up. You wiped off your shirt and looked at him.

Heimdall hummed “The hill, come on.” You followed him walking to the grassy hill for the goats to graze and chew on. He looked at you, “Well?” You looked at him and raised a brow, “What?” You asked as he rolled his eyes, "I want you to run up and down this hill. Go on.”

You let out a groan, starting your slow jog down the hill. Heimdall sat down on a fence and pulled out a book, reading the pages' text that was fading over time. You let out a wheeze next to him, “How many…much-..” He hummed “till I see fit to let you go.” You only let out a yell of defeat, running back down.

It was every day and night, training and running. Running and fighting. Till it didn’t feel like a chore. Now you enjoyed running, your legs were stronger, and you almost felt as if you could jump higher.

One day, Heimdall grabbed your arm and told you to stop. You looked at him with a questioning look. “You’ve gotten taller,” he said, “Enough running, time for the next stage.”

——————

Your jaw dropped as you looked up the wall. “You can’t be serious.” You looked at Heimdall, and he chuckled while eating an orange. “You wanna go outside the wall? You have to earn it. What better way than climbing it? Beating it.” You sighed, rolling up your sleeves and tying your laces. Nothing was gonna stop you.

You walked to the wall, putting your feet on a dent, and with your hands above your head, you pulled yourself up. Starting your climb.

———-

Atreus scratched his head. “Did she fall?” Heimdall chuckled, “Many times.” Atreus laughed, smiling as Heimdall continued.

————

You fell again, knocking the wind out of your lungs, moss and vines breaking your fall along with thorns. You got up angrily, limping away. “Where are you going?” Heimdall said as if he couldn’t see the pain and anger on your face. You turned, pointing at the wall exaggeratedly, “It’s impossible!” You yelled, “Look at me. I can’t do anything.” Heimdall sighed, coming to you, grabbing your arm, and pulling you aggressively back to the wall. “Gods, all of you are so sensitive.” He said, "You struggled. “No, I’m done! Let me go.”

Heimdall lost his grip, and you yelled, “Why do you want me to do it, Heimdall? To torture me?! You want me to make a fool out of myself? I’m tired! I can’t do it! I’ll never be anything more than just…me.” You let your arms fall defeated all over your body and thorns in your cheek, masking tears.

Rain started to fall, and you closed your eyes, more irritated as clouds covered the sun. Heimdall walked towards you again. “Why is that a bad thing?” You looked at him, “…what?” He looked down and grabbed your hand, pulling it up to look at it. “Why is it bad to be…you?” He asked, and you couldn’t find sarcasm or taunting in his voice; his eyes looked at you and not through you.

You looked at your hand, spreading your fingers, raindrops circling your fingers. Heimdall watched as the water collected into a medium orb. “They think I’m some freak, see me as some outsider, I’m not supposed to be here. I feel like I’m not supposed to be in these walls. Something is calling me Heimdall, out there. I’m so tired of being alone, being invisible.” The orb dissipated water falling down your wrist onto Heimdall's hand.

Heimdall let go of your hand, going to your face, his fingers carefully pulling at any thorns on your cheek or body. And using his thumbs to wipe rain and tears from your face as well. Heimdall sighed, “You want to work in the black thunder your whole life? Or be something more? You’re worth more. You’re not invisible cause I see you, all of you.” You looked at him and winced when he plucked a thorn from your cheek. Heimdall hummed, flicking it away. “But…if you want to give up now. Then let’s go.”

You watched as he passed you with no expression, making his way back to the great lodge and avoiding rain puddles along the way. You looked back up at the wall and furrowed your brows. Walking back to it, you cleared your head, the rain stopped, the wall looked darker, and the rain made it more dangerous to climb. It was this or a lifetime of regret.

With a grunt, you hoisted yourself up the wall, taking time to keep your strength and stamina up, trying not to exhaust yourself. Heimdall turned around with raised brows, almost surprised, before just watching silently.

You felt your heart beating, still feeling how warm his touch was and hearing the way he spoke to you so gently. You wanted to do this for him and yourself, show him that you’d never waste his time.

When you reached the top of the wall you laid there looking at the sky, and coming into your view was Heimdall “Congratulations. You’re ready.” You saw him, the sunset making his shadow dark but he was still so handsome. You got up your legs shaking as you stood, he wrapped an arm around yours and you both stood there watching the sunset, you felt at peace.

———————

Atreus sighed “so she really is that cool.” Heimdall nodded “she is.” Heimdall sighed “I’m gonna get some sleep.” Atreus got up “Alright, it’s cool to see you’re alive, not dead. And I mean it, I'm not lying.”

“Good night Loki.” Heimdall groaned as he kicked off his boots and snuggled against a pillow. He felt his eyes flutter shut still exhausted even after being asleep for so much

—————-

Dreams, sometimes you can’t tell when they're real or not, but Heimdall knew this was real, your smell was next to him, your arms slipped through his arms onto his stomach, your lips on his shoulder. “Is that my leech?” His hand laid over yours thumb rubbing your knuckle. You hummed “Dark outside.” Heimdall hummed “So you come to me in the dark like a shadow and come up behind me when I’m finally getting rest?” You smirked against his neck, your breathing making him shiver.

“You want me to leave Heimdall?” He gripped onto your hand in silence and you chuckled “didn’t think so.” Your lips found a way to his ear kissing it softly making his shoulders relax, and the thoughts of others dimmed for once silence and peace. You licked the shell of his ear before biting it softly. Heimdall swatted you away “Let’s just sleep, like…” Heimdall sighed thinking back to those romantic books he’d read over and over. “Like we’re married lovers?” You asked

Heimdall rolled his eyes as if that wasn’t what he was thinking “Yea…sure.” He smirked his eyes closed when you snuggled up behind him, your shoes still on, legs wrapped over his and your hands holding him tight. Heimdall felt safe, untouched, like if he was precious to you.

You both laid there in peace and you whispered “The people have a surprise for you.” Kissing his neck trying to keep him calm but Heimdall had already stiffened

“if you say it’s a god's damned party-…”

You smiled getting up and pulling him with you “Let’s go.”

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Vinh lang, handsome face of Abraxas. You? A security guard. You weren’t really into the whole educational system. You were, however, the second coach for the school's orchestra.

You sighed, looking at your phone

10:30 pm, of course, you got the security job instead of just cutting down trees or something else. Pulling the ring on your hip, you unlocked the Admin building, letting the key go, the rope recoiling back to your hip like a magnet. You walked inside, locking it behind you. The halls were dark, other than the red security light that came on when the security reactivated.

You did your routine, pulling out a flashlight and looking in the mail room, then the library upstairs was closed for the holidays. It wasn’t anything to celebrate since Safi died. Turning towards the room you walked in, smiling, seeing the president of Abraxas himself sleeping in his chair with his computer on.

“Vinh lang,” you smiled, pressing the power button on his computer, the room going dark as he jumped, his eyes adjusting from fear to calm. “God—dammit. Did I fall asleep?” You laughed, “Yeah, you did. Want me to walk you out?” Vinh sighed, “No, it’s fine. I can walk by myself.” You shook your head. “Trust me, I don’t mind, plus remember there is a killer around.” You said, seeing him sigh and grab his coat and phone, walking around the corner, pulling on his jacket.

“Alright. Go ahead, my knight in shining armor.” You smiled, offering your arm, “My lord.” You smirked, and he chuckled tiredly but accepted putting his arm around yours. “So, honey, how was your day?” he asked in a light, feathered voice. You licked your lips, “chilly. It’s cold outside.”

Vinh cringed, sometimes he’d make the shifts for security and you were one of them “I’m sorry. I didn’t know I was giving you the shit shifts” he apologized and you shrugged “I just thought you didn’t like me” you smirked vinh frowned “no, it wasn’t that I just really didn’t want security to be extreme. After—— “

There was silence, and you nodded, “I get it, Vinh.”

Walking down the campus, he shivered, snuggling closer. “Cold?” You asked, and he nodded, “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you warm.” Vinh smiled, his heart beating hard. Vinh had a fat crush on you when he first met you. He had just gotten out of an argument with Reggie at the snapping turtle.

“God dammit, Reggie, just fucking leave me alone.” He yelled, hanging up and walking out of the bathroom to the snapping turtle colliding with someone, making the stranger let out a “Shit!” Vinh looked at the person whom he had just made spill their drink all over both of them. “Dammit…I’m sorry.” Vinh sighed, “Let me clean it up for you-“ the stranger laughed, “No, I’m sorry, I knew better than to stand in the king of Abraxas' way.” Vinh stared blankly before laughing, “Flattery? After I just spilled your drink?” You smiled, “Buy me another one and I’ll call it even?” Vinh sighed, “Alright,” you chuckled, “Let’s say it’s a coupon. I’ll ask for a drink when I’m ready,” you said as you grabbed your phone from your pocket and turned to the table, waving bye to your friends who Vinh knew as “Max and Safi”. You turned back, “coming?” You asked your arm to make space for him, and Vinh smiled, taking your arm as you led him to the bar, grabbing some paper towels. You wiped yourself and smiled, “I want a Moscato.”

Smiling, you stopped at his car, pulling your arm away. He looked at his vehicle. “Oh…we’re here already.” You nodded and pulled your scarf over your nose. “Guess I’ll see you next time you sleep at your desk?” He felt his heart beating faster, and your eyes looking at him warmly. Vinh grabbed your gloved hand, looking up at you, and your face changed. Your eyes were all he could see, and you gave him a stern gaze.

“What?” He asked and you raised a brow “you’re doing the eyes” you said and he raised a brow “what?”

“The fuck me eyes.” You whispered and Vinh felt his body suddenly get weak, his chest beating as he looked down. You couldn’t be serious there’s no such thing as…fuck me eyes.

You pushed forward his back against his car making him put his hands on your arms “what’re you?” You leaned in only your eyes making contact but he could feel your breath just a little through the scarf “Is that what you want? You’ve looked at me like that before you even looked at Moses before when he explained the double slit method.”

At least he knew now you paid attention. Vinh let out a slight grunt as your leg pushed between his. “I saw the way your eyes looked down and up at him, me, Reggie…the way you lick your lips and bite them before you say something risky.” You pulled on the fingers of your gloves pulling it off your left hand laid on his cheek giving you both warmth. His body shuddered from the heat of your hand and your leg pushing up against his throbbing dick.

“So…vinh. Am I right? Do you want me to fuck you?” You asked leaning in closer. Vinh felt himself grind against your leg a soft whimper coming from him “y-yes…” he whispered

You smirked…”get in the car pretty boy.”

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:P proof of my Heimdall devotion

hostile mind.

// Lets lock in.// shit hits the fan tw: violence, gore. blah blah.

////taste that? it's your soul leaving ur throat////

   “Lord Heimdall,” you said emotionlessly, your eyes looking down at him. Heimdall stood still, arms folded. Since when have you called him lord?

———

   Heimdall and you made your way outside of Asgard. There was heavy rain. Asgard only rained when you were in distress, but you were fine; you would say something if you weren’t. Heimdall looked down as one of the kids came running to you with a wide smile, hugging onto your leg, making you stop. The kid was jumping excitedly about you having your arm back, but you sneered and grabbed the child’s arm, almost throwing him to the ground. 

   “I don’t have time for your games, runt.” The child looked up at you with wet eyes. You huffed, continuing on with Heimdall. He looked back at you, “That was quite…out of character for you.” You looked around unfazed. “I have orders to follow. No time for children, " you said plainly. Heimdall chuckled, “That I can agree on.”

   Heimdall whistled, Gulltoppr turning to him with a delighted purr, nuzzling into his hand. Heimdall turned to the group of Einherjar, tightening his arm bracers. “So what’s the plan today, golden boy?” One of the soldiers asked with a chuckle from the group. 

  Heimdall laughed along before going straight-faced. “Funny, and as a reward for your jesting, go clean Gulltopprs stall.” The soldier frowned and stood still. Heimdall waved his hand. “Go on.” He smirked, watching the man walk into the stall. 

   Heimdall sighed, looking back. “Anyone else? No? Good.” Heimdall's hand lay on Gulltopprs head. “Tonight we travel into Vanaheim with three main objectives: find Freyr's Outpost, capture Freyr, and destroy any threats to Asgard.” 

  One of the women soldiers stepped up. “And? His followers will they just be left to walk freely?” Heimdall went to answer before you stepped up. “No, we kill them, every single one.” Heimdall looked at you. “Why?” He asked, and you looked at him, almost shocked that he would ask.

“Why let them live?” You stated the soldiers cheered, “That’s what I’m talking about, nobody gets to threaten our All Father and get to keep their heads.” One exclaimed, “Also like the new look, you're one of us now.” You remain unshaken, standing still as you observe the group disbanding and readying their animals and weapons. 

   Heimdall hopped onto Gulltoppr. “Isn’t that neat? They save your life and you’re gonna repay them with their blood.” Your nose twitched slightly. “No such thing as debt.” You spat. 

  Heimdall rode up beside you, offering you a hand. “Here, hop on.” Gulltoppr nuzzled into you excitedly, but you pushed her away with a sneer. You whistled the horse that Heimdall broke in Vanaheim, walking up with heavy armor. You lifted yourself onto its saddle, grabbing the horn and pulling the reins, moving your horse back some. Heimdall sat back up with a Hand on his thigh. You always wanted to ride Gulltoppr.

   Looking down, he saw his feline companion slump sadly. He leaned down and scratched her head, making her perk up as her back foot tapped in pleasure. He smiled.

  “Alright, we’re ready to move out.” Said one of the soldiers. Heimdall nodded, and suddenly a portal opened in Vanaheim's dense forest on the other side. Heimdall rode beside you. “You’ll be leading us to his hideout.” You looked at him. “Yes, lord Heimdall.” 

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   The ride was slow, troops took care of any pests that were in the way, but other than that, it was peaceful. Heimdall had made some small talk with some of the troops, insulting Heimdall and the vanir, but you remained silent and still, like stone.

   Riding behind you, Heimdall was peering into your mind. He was pulled into it like there was an icy grip. Heimdall looked around, and everything was dark and empty. Taking a few steps, he could hear his feet hit the floor like it were wet. Always water with you.

 “Do you have to leave your snail trail everywhere?” 

  He heard in the distance. Was that him? Heimdall turned behind him, seeing a flickering light, which turned into two lights. The figure inched closer, snarling, foaming at the mouth, a dog. No, a wolf. Heimdall stepped back, the wolf gunning for him, jaw-dropping and chewing into him! 

  Heimdall gasped, being pushed from your mind, he looked down seeing the blood drops on his fists. Heimdall rubbed his nose, the blood stopping after a moment. What was that? A wolf in your mind? But where were you? All he could feel was fear, anger, and pain. Could that be you, defending yourself?

  Heimdall wiped his nose clean and sniffled a bit, looking back up. You stopped and looked around. “We’re here.” The troops scattered around in search of any of Freyrs group. Heimdall rode beside you. “It’s abandoned.” He said

 “Maybe…” Heimdall cut you off. “It is, I hear nothing. Not here or for miles.” You remained silent. 

  After minutes of searching, Heimdall called back the troops, “Let’s keep moving, we’re bound to find them.” The god said with a sigh as he turned Gulltoppr to continue down the road. 

  You stayed still. 

  Hopping down from your horse you walked into one of the makeshift tents baskets weaved by grass in the corners of the small tent along with a fireplace, the flakes on the wood was still hot, and the smell was like something was cooking, there was fat that was melting on the stick above the fire. Your head turned slowly, and your eyes caught onto marks on the floor, scratch marks. 

—-

Heimdall ran a hand over his chin, feeling the stubble that told him it was time for a shave. His thoughts were abruptly interrupted as he turned to witness a peculiar scene. You were hoisting a little elf girl by her vibrant horns, tossing her out of a tent and onto the ground with a flutter of panicked squeals. She landed at Heimdall’s feet, dust rising around her. With a swift, practiced motion, you drew your blade from its sheath. It gleamed dully in the light, strikingly silent and eerily soulless.

  You held it up to the little one’s throat, making her fall silent in fear. Looking up you pressed it harder into the girl's skin. “Freyr! You have one second to spare this girl and reveal yourself, you and your little friends come and offer yourselves up. Do that and we can avoid the hard way. You can’t hide!” 

   You looked down at the girl, pulling back your sword, preparing to strike. 

  “You wouldn’t hide.” You whispered, and suddenly you turned towards the sound of splashing water, Freyr running with his hands up in surrender, “Alright! Alright! I understand.” He said others came from their hiding spots, not many, so they weren’t a threat. “We’re here. Just don’t hurt her.” 

  Heimdall raised a brow. “Hello, sizzles, been a while. Everyone, please take a look at this…god they idolize.” Heimdall hopped off Gulltoppr and walked to Freyr circling him like he was lunch “You must feel like shit.”

   You looked up at the god with his eyes on you. Now you had already said at Asgard that you would kill them all. Anyone who worshipped Freyr dared to disobey the All-father…but something made you stop. 

 You let go of the girl, watching as she stumbled into Freyrs arms crying and shaking. He shushed her, looking at Heimdall. “Why do you hunt us? We are no threat,”  Heimdall laughed loudly. “Oh, Freyr, we both know that’s not true. The all-Father believes you are working with Freya and the uh—God killer.” Freyr clenched his jaw, and there was silence. Heimdall and he stared at each other intensely. 

   “Cloud your thoughts as much as you want, but I know the truth,” Heimdall smirked, and Freyr closed his eyes with a long sigh. “I’ve fought with you before, I know better than to try and hit you.” 

   Heimdall patted his back, pushing him to the ground on the third pat. “Good man. Helmets, take them all.” 

 You stepped up. “Too much, kill them and keep Freyr.” Freyr looked up. “No! What’re you saying?” His followers shouted in shock and backed up in fear and panic. You walked up, pulling out your sword. Heimdall turned your way, bumping shoulders, stopping you. “I would really like to understand why you want to kill these defense—… useless creatures?” He whispered, and you raised a brow. 

  “When have you backed out of getting blood on your blade?” You whispered back, looking down at him almost disrespectfully, making him sneer. “Just for that. Back down.” He said, and you furrowed your eyebrows, eyes flickering back and forth to the refugees. 

  You put away your sword, backing away, your frown turning neutral. Heimdall rubbed his forehead and turned around, waving his hand, making the Einherjar push Freyr back towards his camp along with his followers, forcing them into one of the makeshift tents. 

  Heimdall kicked at some dirt. “We’ll take base here, till the All Father is ready for us.” 

———-

    You stood outside the tent where they were holding Freyr, wiping your sword. You gazed into the steel. 

  Heimdall stood next to the wooden beam with Freyr tied to it. Heimdall stared at you with a soft face. Freyr leaned into his peripheral. Heimdall's mouth turned into a disgusted frown as he turned to meet with the tied-up, pathetic vanir god. 

  “You’re staring at me again…what do you want?” Heimdall turned back to face into the distance. Freyr leaned forward with a groan from being hit in the stomach by the helmet, who just wanted a laugh. “The girl…she uh-she doesn’t seem like the other Helmets.” Heimdall rolled his eyes.  

   “Save me your acts and be plain, I know you helped her, and I know she has planned against the All-Father with you. The All-Father saved her from a fate such as her blood father and mother.” Freyr looked between you and Heimdall. “What? She—She-no. You’ve got it all wrong. She didn’t do anything, not any type of planning against the old goat.” 

   Heimdall rolled his eyes. “Hold your lies, your pathetic life will soon be no more after the all father is done with you.” Freyr shook his head “Heimdall, listen asshole.” Heimdall glared back at him, kicking him in the jaw, making Freyr groan as he flexed his jaw in pain. Heimdall leaned down to face him. “Stop. Talking.” Freyr sneered, “Look into my eyes when I tell you this, the girl cares about you. I don't know why, but you and she have grown together; she told me so. Look at her!—“ 

  Freyr said, then leaned closer and whispered, “Look at her. You know this isn’t her; she was never cruel. Loyal, but never cruel. She wanted to keep everyone safe. Even her enemies, she would’ve never saved me if not.” Heimdall could see nothing but truth. “Now tell me, Heimdall, is that woman the same one you know? She’s just like your army, empty-minded and tormented by bloodlust.” Heimdall turned to look at you, his chest felt heavy. He felt his tongue get dry and his eyes burn 

   Suddenly Freyr let out a yell breaking his binds and dodging his way out of the tent he was as quick as he was stupid. Your eyes went wide as he came towards you full sprinting, laying a hand on your head as you held a dagger to his throat “I know you. This isn’t you.” Freyr was pulled from you shoved to the ground hitting his jaw hard making him cringe. You started to breathe heavily wiping your eyes letting out frustrated yells as you panicked, almost as if you wanted to take your own eyes out. “Get—get it off of me!” 

  Heimdall picked up Freyr by his hair. Freyr struggled against him until the ground started to glow a blue. You looked down eyes full of fear as roots from the world tree itself began to circle you. You looked up and reached out only to fall through the realm itself “Heimdall!” You yelled as you plummeted down. Heimdall was going to dive in after you only for the floor to turn back solid, sending him face first into the grass. 

  Embarrassing.

  Heimdall pushed himself up, turning back to Freyr. “Where did it take her?” 

 Freyr smirked, “Why don’t you peek in my mind and find out, daddy's boy.” 

————

  You felt your stomach in twists as your body was twirling around as you fell, you felt your head breaking into pieces as you struggled, your vision was fizzing in and out and you could’ve sworn you were being ripped apart. One moment you were in Asgard now you’re falling through realms. Are you ever gonna catch a break?  

   Maybe a break in your fall. 

 Landing on solid ground with an “oomph” noise. You couldn’t push yourself up, making a wheezing noise, the air returning to your lungs as you looked up, seeing figures running to you. Their voices are almost unrecognizable. “Wait—That is not Yngvi.” A woman spoke, her hair brown and long, her eyes dark. 

  No shoes. You groaned as you went to push yourself up only to be held down by a tall…tall man. “Who are you? Where is Freyr?” You looked up at the talking head in the woman’s hands, his eyes golden. Then you looked at that orange tuft of hair rushing your way with…oh—the god killer. 

“Wait! I know her!” he exclaimed, recognition lighting up his face. “She tried to help me and my father deal with Garm, but… she got hurt in the process.” The last part came out almost hesitantly, a flicker of uncertainty breaking through. After all, she had endured pain and lost an arm, yet here she stood—seemingly unscathed. 

His father stepped forward, addressing the small gathering. “Indeed, she aided us. She was alongside Heimdall and Thrúd.” 

The woman turned sharply, her eyes narrowing. “Heimdall? She’s with Odin?” The tension in the air thickened, curiosity and concern intertwining as the implications settled in. Leaning towards the giant man she whispered “Why did you not kill Heimdall when you had the chance Kratos?” 

  You pushed yourself up knocking the woman off of you “Kratos? Is that your name?” The man looked at you “I am no threat, But you will put no hand on Heimdall.” The woman grabbed your arm. “You are in no position to make threats.” Loki grabbed your arm pulling you away from her “Freya she’s not like that. She’s—she’s really nice. She got the Midgardian kids inside of Asgard where they’ll be safer, she’s teaching the kids to defend themselves without becoming einherjar!”

  His father scolded him with a warning look “Boy.”

   “Father, trust me.” He pleaded with him. You looked at the woman “You are Freya? Goddess Freya, Baldurs mother?” She looked at you with a solemn expression “I am.” You looked down bowing your head “I’m sorry for your loss.” 

  She clenched her jaw, keeping silent. You looked back between her and Kratos, “if you can befriend your son's killer, you can let me go back to Vanaheim.” She shook her head “He and I are not friends. What were you doing in Vanaheim? Why shouldn’t I kill you?”

  You looked around at the group realizing it was hopeless. There was no leverage; they would just leave you for dead as they went to save Freyr. Suddenly two brothers rushed to you “Hey! The girl is decent. Ain this like fate er somethin?” Brok said Freya frowned “I gave that spell to Yngvi in case he was ever in trouble not to send stray mutts our way.” Loki looked at you “I’m sorry, Freya, that was rude.” 

   Freya scoffed “she herself looks like an einherjar her paint on her face is almost as black as night!” She pushed your head making you hold back an insult and she stopped looking at you “Your head, it has a rune.” She looked at you for a long while before grabbing your hand 

 “Come, let’s get your mind clear.”

—————-

   Heimdall left Vanaheim leaving Freyr with the troops. He needed to rest, he swears it’s like one moment you’re home and he’s so close to you that it starts to make him sick then you’re gone again. Leaving him alone. 

  He beat Freyr but he could only do so much, could break so many fingers and punch so many ribs before he left him lethally injured. He didn’t break, and his mind was filled with nonsense Heimdall couldn’t handle reading. Heimdall pushed a stray hair back into its place. His heart felt heavy when he felt his intricate braids. The night of the ceremony you had said he looked better with his hair down, he despised how it made his stomach flutter.

  When you both sat at the table at the Black Thunder and when you thanked him he could see it in your mind that you wanted to say something else, but both of you couldn’t accept it. Was that fear? Heimdall rubbed his eyes tiredly. 

  “Heimdall?” Peeking through his fingers he looked down at the kid, one of your students. “Ztephanie.” He said waiting for her to continue “Where is—“ he cut her off “She’ll return, she’s just…she’s in Vanaheim.” He cringed inwardly as the lie slipped from his lips. But he knew you…you wouldn’t want the kids worried. 

  She smiled “Doing all she can to help peace between realms. She’s so strong.” Heimdall put his arms on his hips. She looked off into the distance with a warm look then blushed looking at Heimdall “Uh—well I just, she said when she got back tonight she’d observe me using this new weapon I picked up from Tyrs Temple.” Heimdall looked at the weapon. a chain and it was hooked on a sharp blade. 

  She smiled “she said it’s a chain scythe, from another land.” Heimdall nodded “Well you keep that, you’ll learn. Don’t stay up late though.” He continued down the road but stopped, he doesn’t think he can face everyone in the lodge. It was loud there. Heimdall turned and walked to another building, an inn that really had no business only for a few citizens who were too drunk to face their wives and children. 

   Heimdall walked inside and the man at the front desk looked up at him. There was silence the man had seen Heimdall before, he knew the boy loved silence, so they never needed to speak.  

  A drunk man looked at Heimdall “Hey man, you know what I do to loosen my muscles?” Heimdall looked at the man with a roll of the eye “I think of a lovely gal and well you know. There’s some advice for you. Ah shit—you’re Heimdall.” Heimdall looked away “clever as ever sir.” 

  He walked to a room Heimdall pushed his full body against the door, closing it and falling onto a chair in a fluid motion. 

   Heimdall let out a long sigh, his mind drifting off as his muscles relaxed, he leaned over and started to undo his boots pulling them off with a pleasant sigh from him, flexing his foot that was sore from…well not walking cause Gulltoppr was doing all of that, maybe it was the kicking on the stone head vanir god. 

   He stood up body sore since he gave it a chance to rest, he undid his belt his eyes heavy and closed as he did so then he let out a shaky sigh as he felt hands rub his lower stomach slowly fingertips traveling under the band of his pants making his eyes open only for the feeling to go away. 

  His mind was playing tricks on him, cruel tricks.

  He pulled off his belt and the thing everyone called a skirt. Taking off his shirt, he looked at himself from a mirror in the open wardrobe. Long time ago he used to hate his body, his ‘brothers’ were such powerhouses. Tyr was tall, Thor was buff and large, Baldur was lean and stronger punching Thor during a drunken fight one time, ice had frosted on the ginger's beard as he flew into the roof of Black Thunder. 

   Heimdall felt silly and shut the wardrobe, lying down in the bed that was stiff but would do for the night. The moon shone on the wal,l providing a sense of comfort. Now for the next problem, he couldn’t close his eyes. 

  “Hel” he whispered, looking down at the area where the ghost feeling of hands were on his lower stomach, he knew it was your hands. He had lain next to you in the bedroll. You were a wild sleeper. He couldn't get you to rest till he laid a hand on your stomach, but it was also peaceful for him. Heimdall turned on his side the moment he closed his mind. he felt warmth against him, and it comforted him. 

  But it was just his mind. Heimdall knew all about the powers of the mind, he wasn’t stupid. One thing was for sure: he was craving you, everything about you, your smell, your voice, your body…your warmth. Your heartbeat was like a running stream, providing him with small moments of tranquility. 

   “I need you to come home…please.” 

—————

  You sneezed loudly, Freya mixing herbs in front of you, “Someone must be talking about you.” You raised a brow. “What?” She only shook her head, “An old superstition.” You looked down at the table. “Odin, he hexed me, turned me into a mindless soldier like his army. But he’s all I’ve known. I owe him my life and owe him his death.” 

  Freya took her fingers and placed the ointment under your nose and eyes “I know. People in power prey on the weak.” You grabbed her hand “I’m not weak.” She stared at you in silence, you let her go and she sighed “I know you’re not weak. No one could come back from being hurt so many times.” 

   Your hand rubbed against your lips over the scar, “I have to get back to Heimdall.” Freya slammed down her bowl “you can’t stop fate, you’ve talked to the Norns you know you can’t stop Heimdall and Kratos from meeting.” You shook your head “I am the protector of realms. I have lived in both Vanaheim and Asgard! I have sharpened the blades and melted the iron with gold in Asgard and I have crushed the berries and slept next to the wild bison in Vanaheim. 

  Freya closed her eyes “You can’t save everyone.” You furrowed your brows “No one. Is going to stop me from trying.” Loki, who you learned was Atreus, came to you with a bowl and spoon “Made by Tyr.” He said sitting it in front of you, you watched as the man sat across from you his figure tall.

    Heimdall has told you about Tyr…rarely but you have read his journal and breathed in his words. His books have been influencing your actions wishing for peace and a world not separated. 

  But he stared at you, and instead of warmth and spiritual peace and aura. It made your skin crawl. You shook your head forgetting about it. 

  Kratos sat down taking bites from the stew in his bowl. Freya looked down at the table “What our next move should be is returning to Vanaheim, freeing Freyr and—…” she looked at you for a second “And deal with Heimdall.” You clenched your fist, Sindri looked at your knuckles going white looking back up at you sympathetically. 

  Kratos put his spoon down “I will do what it takes to keep my son safe, but I will not kill unnecessarily.” You let out a low breath “At least someone sees sense.”

  Freya put a hand on her head “I know Heimdall and he will not stop. He has too much pride and honor—“ you slammed the table making Sindri jump “Heimdall may be those things but he is only doing what is right his father is all he knows his mothers were pulled from him he has known nothing but Asgard!” 

 Kratos looked up at you “Can you assure me he will not kill my son in Asgard as the Norns said.” You stood up pushing your hands against the table leaning over hanging your head. 

  “Is that all there is to it? Fate…may be written in stone but stone can be broken! You all have suffered great tragedy! Lost sons, daughters, I—I don’t know!” Kratos seemed to shift uncomfortably “Fate doesn’t control you! You do! I may not be in the stones but I won’t just watch as my world crumbles!” 

  Freya put a hand on your chest “It is fate! Ragnorak is foretold, Odin's death is the truth! It could change all of our lives!” You pushed her away others getting up as you put your hands on your head, you felt like your brain was boiling. 

  Sindri came up to you grabbing your hand “Sit down you’re still recovering from Odin's hold on your mind.” 

  You shook your head “I know I was made as a weapon. Made to help the—revolution against Odin somehow. Odin killed my parents, took everything from me, and in all that anguish and fear I swept me and my mother and father out to sea. With just one scream. They rest with the creatures of the deep, where they belong.” 

  You turned around putting hands on your hips looking at the arm that was once gone now back on your hip. “Asgard will fall, but I will not let you shed the blood of my friends, there are Children in that city, old women and men, animals, chickens. All of them deserve to live; they don’t deserve to be punished for Odins crimes. Thor, and Heimdall are a product of their father; they were raised as soldiers with no love and affection. They grew cold. They deserve a chance. So I won’t let you take down my city in flames without me there to get them out. That is all I ask. I don’t want war.”

  Kratos looked at you “Neither do I.” He stood up walking to you looking you in the eye. You kept your stare and without words Kratos nodded “She comes with us to Vanaheim to help our allies.” Freya let out a breath “This is ridiculous.” You smiled as Kratos turned and walked into a door Atreus followed into a separate room giving you a thumbs up with a smile. 

   You looked at Sindri who led you to the side “I think you need some new armor, something that doesn’t scream Asgard.” You looked down at your clothes dirt and grime on some of the white fabric “Here.” You picked up the folded armor he gave you “I took some inspiration from Heimdalls design, you guys seem like two pods in a pea…two peas in a pod? Anyways you guys have been together and you both stand for what you believe in.” 

  You rubbed over some of the details like embroidered waves on the top “Every fabric is from every different realm. I know Heimdalls fast but you’re strong, you endure hits and you have thick skin, so, here’s something to help you out with your future adventures.” 

   You smiled and kissed his cheek making him smile then gag “thanks” you whispered, walking to a room. 

   You sat down on a bed pulling out your sword, it didn’t make the same noise it felt empty. 

  “Hello?” You whispered, you heard no answer “My friend? I need your advice. I need to get back, stop a war…tell Heimdall his father is wrong. I don’t know what to do…don’t abandon me.” You sniffled eyes watering as tears fell on the blade.

—————-

    Heimdall frowned as he felt you pull his bare back into your bare chest “God's woman, I’m trying to rest.” You only chuckled, nibbling his ear, making him slap your leg that was wrapped around his. You let out a sigh as you sniffed in his scent “I love you, gods you’re so amazing.” Heimdall let out a low sigh as he melted into your words he loved words, millions could touch but words were powerful and praise gave him something he never had. Heimdall relaxed his shoulder tilting his head. You let out a chuckle as you jokingly licked his jaw making him wriggle uncomfortably.

  “you’re so beautiful Heimdall.” He let out a soft moan as you kissed his neck, he’s been in charge of people and things for so long, he wanted to be putty in your hands. He whispered “Keep going.” You only kissed his cheek “Can’t right now my love.” He let out a scoff “For fucks sake, why not?” You smiled against his shoulder “You have to find me, I’m not here…I know you miss me.”

 Heimdall jolted awake letting out a gasp. He started to let down his hair with a heavy sigh, his eyes grew wet, it was still dark outside, he laid back down hair surrounding his face. He would not sleep for the rest of the night.

   When the sun rose Heimdall was already walking from Dark Feathers into Vanaheim. His troops bowed down to him “Heimdall, some of his followers got away.” Heimdall with dark circles under his eyes grimaced at the soldier and how his mind reeked with his own anxiety. 

  With a wave he dismissed him. followers were nothing without someone to follow. Walking into the tent with Freyr he sat down on a sturdy basket looking at Freyr. The man stared up at him Freyr chuckled, his breathing wheezing when he took a breath in “Someone didn’t get enough sleep, dreaming about a woman, yea?” Heimdall pointed his blade at him “how do you know that?”

   Freyr let out a laugh that turned into a bunch of “Ah! Ouch! Ooh.” He only composed himself “Just a guess Heimdall you know I dream about women all the time, they comfort me.” Heimdall let out an annoyed grumble tracing the floor with the tip of his sword. Heimdall looked at Freyr “What?” He said and Freyr shrugged “I mean, Heimdall I know you as much as you hate to even think I do, I do.” 

   Heimdall shook his head “I can see your mind. I'm not convinced and I’m not going to speak about my father. But you’re going to speak about Freya and Kratos, what are they planning?” 

  Freyr clenched his jaw and Heimdall pushed further into his mind his purple gaze intensified Freyr couldn’t even dare to look away, Heimdall shook his head “War, they wish to start Ragnarok and take down Asgard?” Freyr let out a sigh in defeat. Heimdall took the horn from his belt looking at the object he remembered he couldn’t believe he had to carry around a horn before his own sword, he asked his brothers why couldn’t their father just lock it away. 

   Freyr and Heimdall sat in silence. Freyr had been the first to say it “What happened to us?” Heimdall rubbed his mouth tiredly “You know what happened, you ran off instead of taking accountability.” Freyr sneered “I ran for my life, from your people your brother. You’re the protector, you should have been there, Heimdall! I was set on fire because your people had no patience. They wanted to learn spellcraft then blamed me for their failure.” 

  Heimdall put a hand under his chin “They said you were the caster. Who was I going to choose Freyr? They’re my people” 

“I was your friend! You called me your Brother!” Freyr snapped at him struggling against his binds. Heimdall looked down “It can’t be changed now so I don’t know why we are speaking about this.” 

  Freyr rolled his eyes as Heimdall got up, walking away “I do enjoy our moments…this is all we have to catch up.” He said walking outside. 

———-

    You, Atreus and Kratos met up with an ally of theirs “Hildisvini!” Atreus smiled and the man nodded “Hello fellow shapeshifter.” Kratos walked with him “Where is Freya, she came to rescue her brother.” The man nodded “She’s leading the search party for Freyr and Bvggir. They’ve been captured and some of us got away.” He stopped and turned to you “I see you brought one of them that threatened a little elf girl's life to me.” 

   You raised a brow “What? I don’t—“ 

 He stopped you “Don’t remember? I do not blame you, your mind was not your own.” Walking towards you slowly he suddenly pulled you into a hug “It’s good to see you again, protector of realms.” You hugged him back “I’m sorry for anything I did when I wasn’t me.” 

  Pulling away he continued on “Another problem is the celestial wolves haven’t been seen for days now.” Kratos and Atreus looked at each other Atreus looked down “The moon?” Hildisvini shook his head “Taken, captured.” Atreus frowned “Like in the prophecy.” You looked up at the sky, the sun majestic as it was scorching, shining over your face. 

   Continuing down the trail you all turned to a giant rock blocking the way “Freya said you could clear the way.” He said looking at Kratos. Kratos made quick work using the spear, throwing it into a wedge blowing the rock apart. Hildisvini nodded “Is that your weapon against Heimdall?” Atreus looked at you but you only smiled back, closing your mind to it. 

  Kratos nodded “Only if it comes to that.” Hildisvini pointed down the trail “If you keep going their den is resting there.” 

—

   You all had realized that you would need to find the moon in order to wake the sleeping beasts, Kratos had found a base where Einherjar traversed you pulled a cloth over your mouth Kratos having you stay back to avoid any word of you working with Kratos making its way to Odin, but you only cared if Heimdall would know.

  They made quick work of the soldiers and the second time they were ambushed you watched how Kratos started to use his own fists leaving the Einherjar to mist as they returned to Valhalla. 

   Making your way to the opening the three of you saw a wyvern and it was not happy to see those two but you, it has smelt you before in Asgard. Confusion in its senses it didn’t attack even though its master yelled at it. Kratos and Atreus had attacked the trainer but you reached out for the Wyvern “Hello seize. Remember me?” The bird clicked and cooed snuggling into your hand. You slowly started to undo its restraints pulling the reins out of its mouth, half of these animals were being led against their will but you were always around the animals. 

   She shook her wings letting out a small call of thanks and she took flight “Bye bye seize.” You said dropping the reins and looking over as Kratos finished off the Einherjar. Atreus and him gathered around an object and you stood behind them looking at the glowing blue object “It’s cold, could it be from helheim? Heimdall must’ve grabbed it while he was helping capture Garm, I—I’m so stupid I didn’t see it.” 

  You put a hand on his shoulder Kratos watching you closely as you went to comfort his son “It’s alright carrot top, Heimdall is fast, sneaky. Hels I didn’t even see him, it was a hectic day don’t feel guilty, we’re going to fix it.” 

  Atreus smiled and held the object to you “Do you want to hold onto it” you shook your head “You do the honors.” He nodded and pocketed it running to a wall that he started to climb. Kratos and you made eye contact he grunted and you nodded to him “Thank you for allowing me a chance to get back to Heimdall. I won’t lie, I don’t think I can convince him to back down, can you really beat him?” 

  Kratos nodded “Yes.” You huffed “Can you beat him till there’s no fight left in him, let me get a chance to talk to him.” Kratos shook his head “I make no promises.” You frowned “Well I do, And I promise you this, I’m not losing any more of my loved ones.” Kratos nodded “And I won’t let anyone hurt my son.” 

  You both made your way back to Atreus. He stood in front of the sleeping wolves and he looked at his father. “Well—here goes nothing.” Putting the object on the floor he used his knife breaking the object blue fog flying into the air. Both of the beasts looked at Atreus standing up with a snarl that turned docile walking towards the cliff looking up at the sky. You let out a shaky breath staring at the darker one with blue eyes. It reminded you of the story you told at dinner in Asgard about the black wolf with green eyes. The wolf approached you and you felt your eyes grow wet. Atreus grabbed your hand “He knows you.” Your lip wobbled “Says your mother used to bring them feasts as thanks.” You felt the wolf let out a cold icy breath on your face making you smile. 

  Atreus walked back to the cliff holding up his bow ready to shoot before relaxing “If I do th-“ you put a hand up “We will deal with the consequences, but your friends need help.” 

  Atreus looked to his father and nodded, aiming at the sun before shooting. You smiled watching the beautiful sky turn night. 

———————-

   Meeting up with Freya she traded places with Atreus. You went to follow Kratos but Freya put a hand on your shoulder “Go help Yngvi.” You looked at Kratos who shook his head “Fine.” You stopped and turned back to them “Heimdall will probably have Gulltoppr with him, please, don’t hurt her. She has no control over Heimdall; he tamed her.” 

  Kratos grunted “I’ve known many animals who died for men’s causes. I will do my best to not hurt the beast.” You nodded “thank you. Here, it could help you.” Kratos looked at your hand, it was a relic the one that Heimdall gave you. “It’ll help you react quicker. Swear.” 

  Kratos took it and hooked it on his side.

  When they were out of site you followed Atreus you held him back watching Einherjar pushing the light elf you were sent to save to a rock Atreus looked around and tapped your shoulder pointing to a hill with the others “What’s the plan” you asked and Atreus was lost for words. You held the bridge of your nose “You all came here with no plan?” Atreus shrugged “I think they said a signal?” You looked at him “You don’t remember?” 

  You both recoiled watching as Hildisvini shot an arrow into a guard you didn’t notice was searching for you both. Now Atreus remembers the plan. 

  “We have to go to Bvggir first. If we take Freyr and they see he’s gone they’ll kill Bvggir cause he has no use to them. You go to him, I'll go to Freyr.” You looked at him “split up? Atreus, I can’t let you go on your own.” He only held your hand “There’s nowhere in the realms where the protector of realms can’t find me.” 

  Before you could object he ran off, blending with the forestry. You let out a huff crawling through the grass. You made your way behind the tent using your sword. You looked at it, your reflection blurry, you silently begged for it to share advice, encouraging words. You cut a slit into the tent peeking in you counted two Einherjar…Barvis and phoebena you had train with them, they used to kick you down and Heimdall would give them that treatment back, you always wondered why Odin didn’t convert you when you were younger, into a Einherjar. 

  You sighed taking a long breath 

‘quick and easy…slice like a hot knife through butter. Wield your steel like water weightless, strong, and soft.’ In one fluid motion you cut into the tent rolling into it and standing up slicing up into the stomach of Barvis and shoving your sword into the skull of Pheobena they disappeared into the air. 

 Bvggir started to quietly plead you couldn’t blame him you stood in front of him seemingly to just have popped out of nowhere like the devil. You wiped the ashes of your peers and turned to Bvggir “Quiet, it’s me. I’m not under Odin's influence anymore” Bvggir smiled happily and you helped him up “Thank gods. It’s so good to see you.” You nodded “let’s get you back to your woman.” 

    Suddenly there was a flare that you saw fly out into the sky. You felt your stomach churn. Walking outside the tent you looked at Atreus and the others fighting as Freyr held his stomach with groans. You ran over grabbing Freyrs hand. He chuckled, “We have to stop meeting like this.” You nodded “I apologize for whatever I did.” He only shook his head “Hels I can’t imagine the torment in your mind. But my sister took care of you.” 

  You smiled “Thank you, we’re even now.” Freyr shook his head “No, now we’re friends.” You both ducked hearing the boom before feeling it as it sent you and Freyr flying. You saw Atreus and Hildisvini fighting off Einherjar as the dark elf beyla took her beloved away from the fighting. You stood up grabbing your sword, in the corner of your eye you saw a bird fly into view before turning into Freya “Yngvi!” She smiled, picking her brother into her embrace.

   You looked around “Where’s Kratos?” Freya turned to you “Buying us time, he faces Heimdall, come let’s be swift.” You felt your wrist grabbed but you only pulled it from her “No—No I- I go.” She shook her head “No! We need you.” She grabbed your arm a second time pulling you back. You turned around following Freya but your feet grew heavy, the dirt squishing under you. Mud. But what water? rain. You looked up at the rainfall falling onto your face, listening silently you heard a woman’s distorted voice speak almost as if many spoke out of one body. 

   “Our blade, our sword. Heimdallr needs you, our son needs you. Please.” You looked down at the water that fell at your feet “Who are you?”

  “We are the seas of every realm, we are the sisters that provide life, we are the ones who gave life to our Heimdallr.” You let out a shaky breath “I thought you were confined by Odin.”

 “We have been with you all your life. Your mother brought you to us, into the water as she plummeted into our icy depths.” You sighed “Yes, to be a weapon. Odin told me.” The rain fell harder “Odin has spent years picking from your mind, go to Heimdallr, bring him to safety. Return to us, return to the sea and we will reveal the truth.” 

   The rain stopped and you looked on at the group struggling to get Freyr away and you turned towards the water from the rain that flowed deeper into the wilderness. You could see paw prints, large paws. You let out a whisper “Gulltoppr.” You took a deep breath walking away from the scene towards the wilderness, towards Heimdall. It felt right in your heart but your stomach churned thinking of leaving the others, soon your feet picked up as you started sprinting.

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    Heimdall felt the blood from his cheek watching Kratos get up and running at him for the third time, why? Why would this man not just die? 

    Heimdall slid away from those ugly grotesque blades that the man swung around. The heat from the blades was too close for comfort, pain. Not as bad as he remembered. With a growl he punched Kratos “Do you know your son sounds like a hurt goose when he is hurt?! HOOAG! HOOAG!!” 

  Heimdall chuckled as he ducked the spear, throwing it back. Kratos dodged and Heimdall's eyes caught onto the flashing talisman on his hip “That. Where’d you get it?” Kratos only charged at him, his mind filled with anger. Heimdall felt that damn spear against his throat, his back up against the wall “Luck! That’s all this is! Where is she?! Why do you have that!” Kratos yelled, pulling back the spear and stabbing Heimdall in the arm, making him scream out “Alright! Stop, stop!” 

  Heimdall cried as he slumped in defeat, Kratos turned away from him looking into the distance, his mind rebuilding his composure. “Stand down, this is your last chance to do so.” Heimdall looked up at him “You’re just gonna let me go? Why?” Kratos looked at the spear “She requested me to spare you. But I am not the monster I was so initially I would not have killed you.” Heimdall let out a cough “I don’t believe you, you captured her. Bring her home, to safety.” 

  Kratos turned to him “She is not being held against her will. She is safe, if that’s what you are worried about.” Heimdall shook his head “What is going on in that head of yours.” Kratos stayed silent, was it fear? Anger?  He could feel grief, could smell the adrenaline. Heimdall sneered when he tasted it, that thing…pity.

  “Oh…you’re not actually going to spare me out of pity?!” Kratos stood still “Is this about the boy?” Kratos tensed “Oh, I’m definitely going to gut hi-“ he said, reaching for the spear only for it to blow his arm flying across the field in pieces. Heimdall fell to his knees, tears running down as he tried to stop them, the pain grew. Kratos looked at him. Down at him. “this is your last chance.”

   Heimdall pushed himself up and Mimir sighed “I don’t think that’s gonna be enough for this one.” Heimdall looked up at Kratos. Heimdalls composure was gone, Heimdall felt nothing but glass breaking in his mind, his heart beating faster and faster against his chest. He sneered “after all of this…you think you just get to—walk away?” Heimdall turned to the exposed bone chunks of meat hanging off his bone. Then there was pain. Gods, it was unbearable. Letting out a scream, Heimdall stood up, his arm growing back lined with Bifrost; he waved it, trying it out, feeling the weight of it.

   “You do not get to decide my fate.” 

 Kratos turned back to look at the breaking man. Heimdall clenched his fist “only one of us gets out of here, and it sure as shit will not be you. You are dead, sunshine.” With a yell Heimdall punched the shield of Kratos, letting out a ring as Kratos slid to the other end of the field. 

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   You ran but stopped looking up at the sky. It looked like it was raining gold, but it was spears. You looked to your left, hopping onto the wall, climbing it, and when you were on it, you looked down, seeing Heimdall and Kratos. 

   Kratos had slammed Heimdall's face into the ground. You hopped down, running towards them as Kratos started to choke Heimdall. 

  “No!” You said using all your weight to crash into Kratos, pushing him away, you hovered over Heimdall, pulling out your sword. Kratos raised his axe, Mimir trying to get through to him. You threw your sword, Heimdall gasping under you, his hand gripping onto your thigh as you knelt down. “I’m not your enemy!” You pulled Heimdall into your chest, holding him tightly. Kratos stomped up to you, kicking your sword, gripping his axe. “What?” You said, glaring at him, “What?!” His eyes shifted 

  You knew exactly what he wanted. You looked down and pulled Gallarjorn from Heimdall's belt, making him let out a soft no, but you shushed him. Kratos snatched it, stomping away. You looked at Heimdall, tears falling down your face. You kissed his cheek, his blood smeared on your lips. “Oh my Heimdall.” You whispered 

  His hand had a death grip on your sleeve. “Don’t leave-…again.” He wheezed. You shook your head. “Heimdall I—I can’t go back. We can find—-“ Heimdall started to weep, making you freeze. “I want us to return home.” You nodded, “Okay..I’ll go anywhere you are…I love you.” 

  He was silent, his tears streaming. You only cried out small apologies, “Gods, Heimdall, I’m sorry! I love you!” You said, kissing his brow repeatedly, apologizing with love yous and kissing his face. You both sat there for as long as he needed, and you couldn’t move your legs were jelly.

   You both stayed there, you curled over him, water from the rain rising around you both. 

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….too. Overpowered? I MEAN COME ON WE HAVE A MAN WHO CAN BREAK A DOGS NECK A DUDE AS BIG AS A TRAIN WHO CAN FLY WOTH A HAMMER WE HAVE A BOY WHO CAN CHANGE SHAPE AND TAKE PEOPLES SOULS AND A MAN WHO SEES THE FUTURE CAN DODGE AND WEAVE AND AND LIKE SINDRI AND LIKE FREYA AND THE VALKYRIES

Is the reader…too. Overpowered?