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Character requests 9/9

Jacob, most direct and long-term recipient of their father's abuse, surrounds himself with people he's conditioned to become violent at the drop of a hat.

But its ok, because he controls the trigger this time.

Joseph, left abandoned by the splitting of their family, creates conditions for his new Family that are so untenable it's only a matter of time before any given member tries to leave him.

But it's ok, because being forced to constantly negotiate, gaslight, and threaten people into sticking with him makes him feel like he has power over his isolation this time.

John reliving his childhood torture every goddamn day, carving himself up when he can't carve up others and having his fear of damnation dangled over his head by his brother god. Constantly repenting, constantly atoning, never forgiven.

AND when kassandra finds herself in ELYSIUM of all places, face to face with HERMES, the creator of the staff that's keeping her immortal, she regrets barnabas isn't here at her side to witness it. it's making me go insane. what the hell. they're best friends!!!! you know when kassandra gets back from messara after slaying the minotaur she begins by saying “barnabas! you'll NEVER believe what happened in messara” and then she catches herself and says “actually, you probably will”. she says “i found 😌 the legendary labyrinth 🤫 near knossos😌” because she knows her word won't be challenged and so she can boast all she likes. so SO important.

ALSO the fact that he is the ONLY one to know of her immortality. because she knows he'll trusts her. she could've told her mother who knows about the bloodline but noooo. kass chose “your father was living in a volcano???” barnabas. who knows NOTHING of pythagoras. bffs!!!!!!!

ALSO ALSO when she discovers atlantis and tells both herodotos & barnabas and asks them to keep quiet about it and he instantly goes “you have my word! ☺✋” without any hesitation. that is friendship. and also craziness. it's so so SO funny they're just like oh okay 😊 you literally proved that a myth about superior human civilization was actually true. you're doing great!! but it's no big deal. they're completely insane but in the superior way. they're the superior duo. the 😆😆😆😆 duo. the crazy & crazier duo. the “i take leaps of faith for fun even though i was thrown down a mountain as a child” & “i pick up a shovel and use it to break you out of prison” duo.

I'm legit giggling and swinging/kicking my feet over this edit of heimdall a mutual made OMG

Ohhh yes!

I've read this during breakfast and just after it I started writing it 😂 I hope you're gonna like it 💗

There is no smut, just light description of what happened ^^

Thanks for request <3

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A few days ago you came to Asgard as you were to marry Heimdall. You didn't feel very comfortable in a strange place, especially since you felt a lot of eyes on you. You were just sitting at the table in the mead hall and trying to focus on the book on the table in front of you. You propped your head on your elbow and read the same sentence again, but you understood no more than before.

It was hard to take your mind off what was waiting for you, especially since you didn't even have much time to yourself, when almost every now and then someone would come to you to arrange the last details for the wedding, even to ask you to go and try on the dress again.

“Stupid girl.” You weren't sure if you heard right. You looked up from your book at the man sitting in front of you, sipping a beer.

“Excuse me?”

“Can you even read?” He asked. He probably noticed that you haven't turned a page in your book for several minutes. But he didn't notice how you were trembling almost all over, so stress was eating you up that it wasn't going to let go anytime soon.

“I…”

“Say it again.” Before you could say anything more, explain yourself, that you can't concentrate at all, your fiancé appeared behind the man.

The man immediately became confused when he heard a familiar voice behind him.  He wanted to grab his beer mug and get up, but as soon as he got up, Heimdall put his hands on his shoulders and pushed him back to the bench.

“Now apologise nicely.” He demanded, hands still on his shoulders. The man looked stressed, especially in his hand clenched tightly around the beer mug.

“Forgive me, please…” He finally said without even looking at you. It was obvious that he wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

You nodded and only then did the blonde take away his hands and let the man leave.  And he almost ran out of the room...

Heimdall sat in his place, took the book that was in front of you and sat sideways to you, going back to the first pages of the book. It's like you're not here all of a sudden...

“Thank you.” You said looking over at him. You avoided looking into his eyes on a daily basis, you didn't like the way his eyes pierced you. You felt like you were stripped of your clothes, no secrets, nothing to hide. You were stressed by what he might see in your mind. After all, one stupid thought and suddenly he could completely change his attitude towards you…

Even though you didn't know how he felt about you. It's hard to tell if he even tolerates you since he usually doesn't even look at you.

“No need, I wouldn't want my future wife to be a pushover. Especially in the eyes of some peasants. Since I must have her anyway...” He said, still focused on your book.  Great, he took the one thing you wanted to use and de-stress.

You didn't answer. You didn't even know what to say. Your eyes landed on your hands that rested on your thighs. Should you go out? Or maybe sit a little longer?  Maybe someone is about to call you to another dress fitting and save you from this awkward silence?

“At least you have a lookable face.” When you heard that, you looked up and saw Heimdall staring at you, then sighing as he turned back to his book.

Maybe it was supposed to be some kind of twisted compliment, but it hurt you. You knew it from the beginning, but it hurt how he liked to use words like that to emphasise that this wedding, that you, meant nothing to him and that he was only doing what he had to do. And the only thing he's happy about is that at least you're pretty enough and he won't wince every time he looks at you.

 * * *

As you might have guessed, the wedding didn't change much in your relationship.  You even went on sleeping alone because your dear husband had no intention of staying with you any longer than he had to.

It was a terrible experience for you the night after the wedding, when you twisted your fingers to keep from biting your nails, and he didn't even bother to come in for a second and say he wasn't going to touch you.

In fact, not much has changed in your life, you didn't even see him more often. But you can't say that he cared for you the way a husband should care for his wife. Surely, only out of courtesy, he sometimes asked if you needed anything, or gave you some trinket made of his beloved gold.

But what did it matter if he did everything out of duty and you could never tell him about all your worries or insecurities?

Plus you felt lonely.

You just spent time outside. You didn't look where you were going, because you were holding a book in your hands, which you didn't have a chance to finish before the wedding. As you weren’t paying attention to the road in front of you, you suddenly walked straight into someone.

You just didn't know that this person was standing there waiting for you.

“Sorry.” You said, looking up from your book as you realised that you bumped into Valkyrie, and her friend was standing behind her.

 Why are most people here so tall?

“For what?” You have to admit, you were surprised by the question, even very much.  Isn't what you apologised for obvious?

“Because I bumped into you?”

“Just it?” You were getting more and more confused.

You finally closed the book you were holding all the time, seeing that you won't be able to go back to reading anytime soon. Not that you were afraid of two Valkyries, you were a Goddess yourself, but rather everyone would feel a little anxious in your place…

“What would I be apologising for?”

After your question, you saw the woman tighten her hand around the hilt of her weapon, but you didn't move an inch. The atmosphere immediately became thick and tense. And what was even worse was that you had no idea what they wanted from you.

Your gaze slowly focused on the woman's weapon, you wondered if she would answer your question, or maybe she would immediately attack you, along with her sister.

Perfectly, just as she was about to make a move, you felt a hand on your stomach, pushing you back. And at that exact moment, Heimdall came between you.

“Hrist. Mist. Predictable as always… Any problem?” He asked, standing in front of you with his arms folded across his chest.

You were actually glad he was here at the right time, just before the fight broke out.  But at the same time, you were surprised, even though he had taken your side once before and forced an apology from some servant. However, this matter seemed much more serious.

“Yes, there is a problem.”

“I don't count your jealousy as a problem, Hrist.” He replied quickly, unfazed by the two enraged Valkyries. "Lovely, you asked your sister for help. Too bad you haven't brought Gná with you as well. Although... She knows when to shut up.”

“It's not your business.” Hrist replied, looking over Heimdall's shoulder to see you still standing behind him.

“But your ‘problem’ lies with me. If you wanted to take it out on someone for your broken heart, I recommend your sister. If she's so eager to come here with you, she probably has nothing better to do anyway.” Saying this, he tilted his head.

Was it really about him? You had no doubt that he was right because of his skills… But seriously? Hrist was jealous of you?

“Don't look at me like a sheep at a butcher. Need a lesson in humility? I'll gladly give you one, and next time you'll think not two but three times before stepping out of your place.” He looked at them for a moment more before they finally left, muttering something under their breath. After they left, Heimdall turned and looked at you.  “You can't play around with them, you have to put them in their place right away, like this.”

“She was jealous?” You asked in a tone that made it clear that you wanted some answers.

Heimdall sighed and rolled his eyes, placing a hand on your waist and gently pushing you to start walking.

“There are people who have a soft spot for me, even if all I do with them is throwing them at the training ground.” He shrugged. “Maybe it's some kind of spell, and if I do that to you, you'll suddenly fall in love too?”

He said it in a joking tone which made you smile slightly. And the first response that came to mind was: ‘You can throw me somewhere else.’ and even though the thought didn't leave your lips, you knew perfectly well that he'd found out about it anyway, if only from the way he raised an eyebrow.

“Expand your thought.” You immediately felt yourself blushing and you quickened your pace as if you wanted to get as far away from him as possible.

Strangely, he didn't speed up after you, as if he had already planned something for the future.

You didn't know what it was until you lay peacefully in bed, already tucked up in the duvet, head on the soft pillow and eyes closed, ready for sleep. You didn't even hear the door open, you only realised someone had entered when that person spoke.

“Move over.” Yeah, even though the bed was big, you were used to lying on the whole of it…

Recognizing Heimdall's voice, you made room for him by moving to the other end of the bed, but didn't change your position much. You were surprised when you felt his hand on your waist and how he pulled you against him to lean against his bare chest.

“What have you come for?” You asked as the fact hit you. At first you thought maybe he came to finally consummate your marriage, get over with it, and then go off and do his own thing. But he hugged you.

“I can’t sleep with my wife?” He asked, placing his other hand in your hair. When you didn't answer, he decided to add something else. “It was nice to play a knight in shining armour. You could seek problems every day.”

“What if you're my problem?”

“I?” He said it as if he had just been deeply offended. He removed his hand from your hair and propped himself up on his elbow, studying you better with his shining gaze, but this time you weren't uncomfortable with this. “They say you have to sleep with your problems, and maybe with this one you could.” He looked at his fingernails as if he were examining them like they were the most interesting thing in the nine realms.

“Maybe?” You repeated, resting your head on your elbow as he did.

 Without a word, he moved closer to you and kissed you.

“Maybe.”

You smiled softly and then you were the one who initiated the kiss with a smile on your face. He rolled you onto your back and continued kissing you, his hand running over your body covered only by a thin nightgown.

After a long time, after you had time to untangle his hair and the kisses became more passionate and faster, your nightgown was finally on the floor, as were his pants.

That night you were the happiest since you came to Asgard. You didn't feel lonely for the first time. And who knows, maybe in the near future you will feel loved every day as much as tonight? When you felt the warmth of his body and breath, when you were in his arms all night.

Heimdall has been near you more often since then, putting his arm around you or taking advantage of your height difference and resting his chin on top of your head. He still liked to throw out his typical lines, but that was his charm. You even learned to like it and tease him back.

Hiya buddy. Yes, many. These ⬇️. Could be more but I ran outta space. (Sorry, it's messy sketchy night ✏️)

TikTok said “animate this” so I did.

“Hey!”

“What are you doing up there?”