#heimlar

Boyfriend!Heimdall dragged you with him the moment the relationship started. He never found the need to be far from you, even at the start, he sneered at the idea of it being anything less of a true relationship from the get go. Courting to him came after the feelings, not before and not during.

After the first night of close intimacy - can be taken anyway you want it - you sat a bit afar, embarrassed and unsure about how to perceive your relationship now. Seeing you sitting beyond your usual distance of a table away, he makes his way over, grabbing your arm sneering in your face, "Why are you so far away," he drags you to his seating area, "there, next time, if you aren't sure, ask."

Boyfriend!Heimdall didn't know how to be near you at first, especially in public. He tried to act normal, sit beside you at the table, read his book, but over time, he yearned for something else, something closer. He started showing more pda without even realising it, a hand around your waist during the time on the bench, holding your hand as he walked, dragging you with him everywhere.

Over time, as you two sat in the Great Lodge, you noticed him getting closer, incrementally. At first, you thought you were imagining it until he sat so close your bodies touched, he's arm sneaking around your waist trapping you against him all while he kept his eyes focused on the yellowing pages. Heimdall's fingers slowly began to trace circles against your body, a small smile dawning his features as if he had caught a treasure.

Boyfriend!Heimdall had a habit of looking harsh despite never actually meaning it. Frowned eyebrows, a pulled upper lip, or a disgusted look directed at you. Truth is, his reactions are always because of his cute aggression towards you. He doesn't know how to react to love and affection properly due to his upbringing, so instead, he finds himself looking utterly offended at the audacity of you bringing out those feelings within him.

Heimdall's teeth beared at you, eyes slightly twitching. His eyes shone slightly with something akin to disturbance. "You are utterly... disgustingly..." He trails off seemingly unable to finish his sentence, a frustrated huff left him shortly after. All you could do was stare unsure of what you did other than giggle at him. Although, after finding yourselves alone, you realised that's just how he reacts when he's unsure of how to otherwise, like a person towards a cute kitten.

Boyfriend!Heimdall finds himself clinging to you the moment you two found yourselves alone. His unsuredness disappears the moment he has you in his arms with no one to look.

Warmth covered your entire body, lolling you to a tired state. The bedding covering your body laid gently on top of you, contrasting the strong arms wrapped around you. Hands resting on your back, a book resting in them, their weight adding to the soothing calm washing over you. Heimdall read the book out loud to you, his voice a steady rock in a gushing sea of crushing warmth. Steadily, you drifted off, guided by his body against yours, legs tangled up underneath skins as if tying you to him. "Goodnight, Cubby."

Boyfriend!Heimdall changed his morning routine the moment you entered his life. He woke up earlier than usual to prepare himself for you. Heimdall always wanted to look perfect for you. If you live with him, he made sure to always have the workers make you breakfast and he always, always, made sure to bring it to you himself.

Heimdall woke with a start before the crows even began to sing. He untangled himself from your body despite his own need of not leaving you and stood from the bed, he leaned down, giving your forehead a kiss. Soon after, he found himself in his washroom bathing his body and scrubbing himself from any imperfections. He needed to look absolutely perfect for when you awakened. After his bath, he focused on his hair, braiding it just the way you liked, fingers expertly threading through strands with a will, he would look good for you. Him now finished, he found himself next to your bed, a trey laid on a wooden barrel full of food kings would dream of. "Morning sunshine." he gently spoke, somehow still full of his usually swagger while petting your shoulder pulling you away from your sleep.

Boyfriend!Heimdall had a moment where he realized you were the one. A moment when it clicked that he would give anything and everything for you. He would sacrifice Asgard itself in your name if he had to.

"The All-Father does what he does to protect and provide for us, and this is your thanks?" Heimdall seethed slowly, his chest heaving up then down, trying to supply enough oxygen for the fire burning in his heart. You stare, a fire welling up within you - but yours wasn't angry, it fueled itself on something else, "Heimdall this isn't love, all he does is insult and belittle you and your family, he uses people." Your words stoked something wild, unbearable, "how would someone like you know? You aren't anything compared to him." Taking a deep breath, you answer immediately, "Because I love you and this love," you grip his hand, bringing it to your chest, "is proud of you, no matter what." Heimdall's world tilted then, shifted on its axis like a wound closing. He understood then that you were the one.

Boyfriend!Heimdall killed for the All-Father more times than he can count. He had even done worse, burning men alive and forging skin into metal for him. But for you, he would be kind. For you he would place down his weapon and use his words.

Heimdall stared down at the dwarf, eyes shifting from side to side slightly as he thought of all the ways he could punish him. No one defied the All-Father under his watchful gaze and got away with it. "Heimdall," he faced you, instantly melting away his loyalties into a different shape, it wouldn't go away but it would be something much more forgiving. "Fine. Banish him to Alfheim." It worried him how easily it was for you to mingle in his mind, to change it so quickly without even intending to. And, he wanted to, not because you fixed him but because you inspired him to look deeper into himself.

Heimdall had been missing for a good while, leaving you behind a puddled mess. He's touch echoing warmth on your skin, rooting you in place, his last wish oozing through his phantom presence.

Flushed, you move guided by both lust and shame. Hands trail down your body tracing where he had placed his own, wondering if he could possibly hurry back before missing him became too much.

Despite trying to stop yourself — his image intensified within your mind, burning deep in your bones, claws of memory reached in gripping your beating heart quickly tightening then letting go, it almost jumped from your chest. Haimdall above you radiating warmth no amount of hides could replicate, his legs wrapped around your own to keep you still while he expolored you, a smug smile decorating his face as if proud he dug into your chest and left himself there.

A knock came. "Hello? Can I come in, I need some advice... please?" Thrúd groaned out her words, waterfalls of frustration falling from her lips. "Heimdall is being a huge dick again." She gave the door one last impatient knock.

Ghostly touches now far gone to where memories are made, you stand. The door opened, revealing a rather limit-reached Thrúd, you couldn't help but let a tiny chuckle leave your lips. "What did he do now?" You speak unable to help the light airy tone dancing on your tongue.

Moonlight shone through the hall by the time you opened the door leading where you and Heimdall resided. Inside, a warm orange glow whisped through warm air. "I remember saying you better be here when I come back," a voice heavied your bones to a stand still, its tone so light it drifted along your skin sending shivers behind it. "Had my words not been clear enough?" Heimdall continued. Now, in view, you could see how candlelight painted his skin in what you could only describe as holy light.

"Hemie Thrúd needed my help with something," you try to say.

"Oh, because Guppy obviously is the most urgent matter to attend to," he huffed a little. Slowly, he stood up and started taking slow agonising steps towards you. His shoes were followed by the creaking of wood, teasing you on what's to come. "Remind me when I fasten my hand to yours to step aside for her majesty the guppy," his last few words trailed off into a low whisper, him now being so close that any louder would have been to much. Slouching down slightly, he placed his head next to yours, his cheek pressing against your skin, "I think," he started before quickly moving his arm to hold your jumping form, caging you against him just tight enough that you couldn't escape, "I have to remind you exactly who us the priority," following his habit, he kissed his words onto your skin.

"Thrúd," left your mouth before you could stop yourself, your quick heartbeat thudding the words out of your mouth.

Heimdall quickly snapped his head back in order to eye you down, a fire lit behind his pupils so bright they almost shone. He squeezed you slightly. His smile turned into something akin vitriol mixed with his profound ego. He removed a single arm from around your body, bringing it up in between you to gesture at you with his hand as he spoke, "Ah, I see."

You two stayed wrapped in each other long enough for you to wonder if he had chosen not to do anything at all, your mind lolled into a sense of peaceful comfort. He shifted. Arms rewrapped around you. Heimdall pulled you off the floor, moving you across the room so quickly your eyes barely registered the fact that you now laid on his bed.

His hands explored your back feeling every inch he could find, and for every place he did, he placed his lips on your own. Between kisses, he managed to pull your body upwards flush against his own while undressing your top and throwing it as far as he could. That smile and fire still plastered on his face.

Heimdall sat up, pulling you up with him, refusing to let you go for even just a moment. Muspleheim itself cowered in fear at the flames he burned behind his touches. He had begun to descend against you, keeping you at the same level while his mouth explored the sensitive skin of your chest, nipping at what he could sink his teeth into. All the while, his hands laid flat against your sides."