#heimdal

Heimdal looks at you. “It is your choice how we proceed...if you just want to sleep th-”

But you notice the flickering, hungry gaze to your body and it makes you feel warm and tingly. Wanted. “Please,” you whisper sultry, “don’t make me wait any longer.”

All night, you’ve been admiring the man of your dreams and now you’re finally alone. How could you delay any longer? Heat pools in your belly and you reach up to unfasten the veil from your shoulders. It drifts to the floor and is soon joined by the sash.

Heimdal catches the idea and he too begins to undress, revealing a firm and broad torso that further ignites your hunger. Strong arms and hands work effortlessly to remove boots and socks before hesitating on the belt buckle all while his eyes never leave you. Your own gaze roving, you notice the prominent bulge twitch as you release your dress, allowing it to pool at your feet. Stepping out of it, you walk up to your husband and reach forward, caressing his cock through the leather of the trousers.

“Please?” you whisper and he nods breathlessly.

Hands begin to move frantically, shedding the last shreds of clothes as Heimdal walks you backwards to the bed. The last thing he does before laying you down slowly, is to step out of the trousers, revealing a proud erection that takes your breath away.

He’s gentle, even as he stalks you across the mattress until you can get no further but rest against the fluffy pillows. And then, finally, his mouth find yours. A hand cups your face, lips gently brushing against lips while warm breaths fan your face softly. There’s a sweet, honeyed taste of mead. He’s hovering over you, encompassing your entire world. Candle light flickers across his beautiful skin and reflects in the gold of his eyes, making it seem like molten pools of amber.

Then his lips move to your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. Further down over the tops of your breasts which his hand cups and squeezes gingerly, rolling your already sensitive nipples between the fingers until your back arches and he can’t help but lower his head and take one of them in his mouth. Licking. Suckling. Biting teasingly.

Yourself are trying to breathe evenly, hands massaging his shoulders and arms when you don’t cup his head to steer him further down your body, impatient as the need builds in you, making your hips roll in search of some friction but finding nothing.

Still, he gets the point and moves further, fingers dancing to your mound before deftly tracing your folds, each stroke ending with a little circle around the bundle of nerves that is tingling with anticipation. It makes you gasp, writhing to chase his movement that so effortlessly seek out what you want.

Heimdal chuckles, planting a last kiss by your hip bone before delving between your thighs.

Heat rises within you. Throwing your head back, you can’t help but moan his name and he answers with a growl that vibrates through your pelvis. All you can do is hold on to his head, trying not to push or pull too much. You wish you could do more.

And then the idea strikes.

“Wait, hon,” you gasp, pulling away awkwardly. “Lie on your back, please.”

He does as you ask without hesitation and you crawl down his body until his face is between your legs once more and you, on the other hand, can place kisses and licks to his weeping cock head.

Heimdal begins before you get a proper grip on his cock, lapping eagerly at your folds which means that you can feel him stutter the moment your lips encircle him. Taking him as deep as you can without choking, you begin experimenting, bobbing your head up and down until you find the right angle to take him deeper. With each trip to the tip, your tongue darts around the crown and as you do that again and again, his mouth parts from your cunt and he groans deeply.

“I can’t...I can’t concentrate if you continue,” he gasps, making you smile at having such power over him right now.

Your lips let go with a soft plop. “Then just enjoy it, my love.”

Continuing, it becomes a game to distract each other the most and for you to pull the sweetest sounds from his mouth, the buzz of groans heightening your own pleasure which he stubbornly seeks to continue providing.

Still, you’re the one who’s unprepared for the moment he inserts a finger, wriggling and pumping it along to the speed you’re following. Then two and you feel your cunt clench, wanting more and yet being so close to the edge as he has found that special spot deep within.

“Let me...please, let me see you,” he growls.

He manoeuvres you easily, getting you on your back before he slots himself between your legs and lines up. You bend your legs in anticipation, wanting to grant him easy access and he smiles, equally eager and rubbing his cock between your folds to ready himself.

Kissing you, he drives in slowly, stealing away the air from your lungs with each inch. It’s quite a lot of inches and all of them adds to the growing pressure in your abdomen. Red hot desire and desperation for more. Reaching down, you grab Heimdal’s ass and pulls him further, urging him as deep as he can.

“Very well,” he too is breathless but he follows your less than subtle hints and fills you up before finding a steady rhythm back and forth.

Your body tightens automatically, overwhelmed by the fullness and the delight that’s coursing through your veins. Clenching around his cock, it’s all you can do to remember to breathe as he picks up the pace.

“Touch yourself, my love,” he pleads.

Who would you be to deny him? One hand coasts to his shoulder, feeling his muscles work under the skin, while the other delves between your bodies in search for your clit, finding it expertly. Slow at first, you begin to rub tight circles but soon you find his and your speed increasing, driving you to the edge sooner than anticipated.

You’re babbling, whining as the tension in your core is about to snap.

“Cum for me, love.”

Legs spasming, body shaking, you do as you’re told. Searing light and a rush that makes you feel like you’re flying. Your cunt grips him like a vice and you are vaguely aware that he spasms, ramming deep within you with a deep groan.

It takes a while before the two of you calm down enough to move let alone talk but when you come to your senses, Heimdal lazily kisses you.

“My beloved,” he whispers hoarsely.

Magne

I totally get him, I get why the writers had us living through everything and then just to end it without the huge fight everyone expected.

Magne himself: he is the lone, strange kid. Too big, too silent. Maybe he could be considered to be on the neurodiverse spectrum. He also struggles with being dyslexic and seems to be behind his peers. That alone makes him a pariah for most. Season 3 with the comics and Turid‘s speech made a lot of things clear. (Maybe Magne never really understood or worked through the death of his father Asbjorn. He had somehow to cope.) Magne used to flee into whatever he could to feel like he belongs, to escape reality and not feel „worthless/powerless“ all the time.

Turid: She wants to be helpful but can’t to seem understand either Magne or Laurits. The death of Asbjorn has forced her to be the sole provider for their family, she struggles with the problems they have and while she sees her children struggle, she doesn’t take the time needed to fully listen to them, thinking it’s just a phase most of the time we see her. It takes tragic accidents (and whatever really happened to Trym) for her to finally understand that something is really bad, that Magne needs help.

Isolde: She is an outsider herself, but it seems to be partially by choice. She is the one to see Magne, not his problems, but him, and really wants him to come out of his shell and learn to life. She sees him and he latched onto that, because for once someone doesn’t see the kid with problems but Magne as a human being. She seems to be the first.

Isolde‘s death: A major trigger. Magne began to feel human around Isolde and maybe blamed himself for her death because he was supposed to be with her. It also seemed to have triggered the episode of Magne falling back into the pseudo-reality he built to cope with the accident. The Jutuls were an easy target to blame.

Everyone against Magne: Teachers, the police, even his own mother seemed to be against him. Magne couldn’t understand the world anymore, He couldn’t understand why Isolde’s death wasn’t “as big of a deal” for everyone else as it had been for him. He felt betrayed by Erik especially because he was Isolde’s father and seemed to take it as it was. It didn’t make sense for him, because Isolde told him she was a good paraglider and why would she make the mistake to fly down in a thunderstorm? The police seemed to change their opinion again and again. He lashes out, flees into being Thor because then he could be strong, and look for the real reason.

Laurits seemed to be the first to understand that his brother really has some problems, and that he should stand with him (cue the Ran/Jutul-Parody). Laurits is also portrayed as hopping sides whenever Magne escalates because I think he is one of the few to call/disrupts Magne out of his parade/pseudo-reality

Police, Hospital and Medication: Magne visiting the psychiatrist and getting medication as a paranoid schizophrenic. Magne has lived through a traumatic experience with Isolde’s death and can’t seem to cope with it at all. They said he seemed to believe he needed to be a hero and to protect Edda from the evil of the Jutuls. He seemed to realize himself fleeing into the “Thor-identity” because he said: “I wasn’t myself” but fell right back into it. Did he ever take the medication, after the fight with Vidar, didn’t Turid ever force him to take it? Didn’t a doctor ever check in if Magne took his medication? Or did Magne already flee so far into this pseudo reality that he kept living it? (Maybe it is a major plothole)

Wench and Isolde’s words: Wench might be a bit strange, I would say she, while being a “strange old lady” somehow get’s Magne and means to be helpful to guid him along the way when others couldn’t. The vision of her turning to Isolde, saying she would always be with him (in his heart), is for me a step forward for him, because while he still seems to be trapped in his pseudo reality he starts to open up to others. The other gods come into play, Signy, and the other local kids. He becomes approachable but the war in his head is not over.

The other gods/friends: They became Magne’s friends along the journey but also fight with each other so often, or become strangers along the way again. Totally natural. Magne is more open to them, maybe even relates to them but a lot of it depends on his behavior. Whenever he seems to withdraw back into the “war in his head” he becomes unapproachable, even hurtful.

The Jutuls: They are, in his head, the enemy and source of all evil. An target to put his anger, instead to eat it up and let it fester. For him, they are at fault for everything bad that happens in Edda. Maybe they are for some of these: certainly a big company into mining rare resources has some skeletons in the closets.

Mjolnir: A power-fantasy. Magne felt useless, a loser. When everyone who was “hurt” by Jutul Industries turned him down on the rightful way, and people kept dying from the neglect by the Jutuls, he snapped and turned to the one thing that gave him power. It made him feel strong, but enstranged him to Signy and his brother, even the other gods/friends who at first enabled him to get stronger through it. It’s why it helped to have it at first. He had some sense of power because his friends helped him to believe in himself, he was strong, and didn’t need that “fantasy” for the time being. But when he felt helpless again? He needed that hammer, and needed to feel strong against the “Jutul threat”. Maybe he had a lawsuit that could stand in for the hammer, people certainly could be weary. The woman Magne found was the best example that Jutul Industries neglected their (former) workers. Maybe even after the death of the woman they had an ongoing lawsuit, up until it either got maybe dissolved, left for the time being or something else happened. Magne “lost” his weapon in the Fjord and the Jutuls had the hammer for a short moment, maybe the offered compensation in the “real world” and the family of the woman thought about accepting? Magne regained the hammer but got a reality check.

Wotan’s/Odin’s reality check: Wotan took Magne out of the escalating situation before more people could get hurt. He forced Magne to come back to himself and realize why he was behaving like he did. It is the point that finally brought Magne to himself, to understand while the death of Isolde, his fear to have disappointed her, it was what fed the pseudo reality into what it was festering into. That he needed to come back to the “real” world. It is why he, even if we expected the fight to happen, he finally let it go. He forgave himself, the Jutuls (to an extent), and let it, and symbolic the hammer with its power, go. Because, and that is why we see the fight in the pseudo-reality in the last episode, he has to move forward at some point, and not loose himself and the others forever.

Thor’s death: Thor needed to die for Magne to life. Magne finally found his way out, and realized that he had escaped into a wrong reality. Thor had to die, so Magne could become himself. He was a young man about to graduate from school, and had scared the girl he lived away with how he behaved. We are how Ragnarok plays out, how Thor does, but Magne lives and ends it with throwing the comics away. He no longer needs to flee reality and was ready to rebuild his relationship and strengthen those he made on his way to recovery.