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Protecting a fire with bare hands 15

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.”

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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.”

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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.

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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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lagncx · 2 months ago

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At least Ao3 keeps me updated on when I event published this Heimdall fanfiction

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lagncx · 3 months ago

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Listening to wizard and I and thinking about young girl reader who was so excited to be able to find a home with Odin and to assist him who loved her life in Asgard who knew nothing of who hurt her parents.

She found a new home with other people more people and she made a FREIND, Heimdall offered her more than bruises and cuts he made her feel like she wasn’t alone

“And so it will be fore the rest of my life and I’ll want nothing else til I die.”

Young You is absolutely bursting in happiness.

“Held in such high esteem, when people see me they will scream! For half of Ozs (Asgards) favorite team!”

The wizard and I

But as she grows it comes crumbling down.

(Just be ranting ab music, literally the fic is based on music)

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lagncx · 3 months ago

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Am I making reader in protecting a fire with blah blah blah Heimdall x reader

….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?

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lagncx · 3 months ago

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I would love to take request for astarion (not into nsfw)

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lagncx · 3 months ago

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Meat puppet.

Protecting a fire with bare hands ch:14

<<<<Hello to you all feels good to be back, and feels good to say I am back with another chapter. I wanna say that this romance is slow I apologize but it never felt right to just have them kiss and make out but trust me I DID try. but I feel you can tell they have feelings but they will kiss I am a sucker for kissing.>>>>>>>>>>

--------youre all ive ever wanted.-----------tw: torture

“Did you think about me while I was away?”

Heimdall cracked his knuckles as he gazed out over the water, its surface shimmering like molten gold in the sunset. He turned to face the colossal wall that had confined him for what felt like an eternity. “Idiot,” he muttered under his breath, that familiar pull of your words lingering in his mind.

Crouching down, he caught sight of his reflection in the still water—he was a mess, and he despised it. His hair was damp with the sweat of exertion and the remnants of the very water you had brought after he—

His hands trembled as he looked down, the crimson stains on his palms gaudy and haunting. Your blood. Panic clawed at his chest as he released a shaky breath. He plunged his hands into the cool water, scrubbing furiously, desperate to cleanse himself of the stain that wouldn’t wash away.

He still felt disgust, and he went further into the water with a panicked breath, submerging into it.

Heimdall held you close to him as he made his way through Asgard. Thrúd had been behind him. Unfortunately, people had their eyes glued on you both and the children…Heimdall knew they loved you so much. Some were hiding or trying to ask Thrúd what happened. Heimdall grew tired, slowing down as he walked, looking down at you.

“Heimdall…it hurts.” Heimdall let out a shaky sigh. “Of course, it hurts. I cut off your arm.” You whimpered as he shifted you a bit in his arms. Suddenly blocking his path were two Valkyries. Heimdall looked up, too anxious to be angry. With a simple expression, he spoke, “Move.”

The Valkyries looked at you, “Golden prince, we can take her off your hands.” They went to grab you, but Heimdall pulled back, “Take her off my hands?! She’s not some burden. I have her.” The Valkyrie on the left approached “Sir, we c-“

Thrúd stepped up. “He said, he’s got her.” Heimdall looked down at her, smiling softly. The woman moved, and Heimdall continued, his legs shaking just a little, you were still mumbling gibberish. It was good because that meant you were alive.

It reassured him you were alive.

Heimdall slipped into fresh clothes, carelessly letting his bloodstained garments fall to the floor, knowing one of the keepers would deal with the mess. They weren't armor, just simple fabric, a stark contrast to the turmoil within him. It was late, but sleep was a luxury he couldn’t afford tonight. As he stepped out of his room, a gnawing emptiness churned in his stomach, filled only by the heavy weight of guilt.

As he made his way down the dimly lit corridor, he crossed paths with Sif. She reached out, pulling him closer, her expression a mixture of concern and compassion. “Heimdall… I heard the news. I’m so sorry. Was it that boy's father who did it?” Her piercing gaze lingered on him, catching the shadow of anguish in his usually vibrant eyes.

He’s in his own head and not everyone else’s.

Heimdall removed her hands. “It was me.” Sif dropped her arms, but before Heimdall could go, she said, “Heimdall, don’t blame yourself.” He shook his head, “I already do…”

Heimdall made his way to the small building that had a large white sign on it, that’s where he left you. Heimdall stopped, something catching his eye. turning to the right of him were two Midgardian kids. With gold…Heimdall approached them, and they looked at him with fear. “L-lord Heimdall! We’re sorry we didn’t steal it, we found it! Honest! We’re not lying, we promise.” The girl shook.

Heimdall crouched down, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. “I can see you're telling the truth, so there's no need to be scared. May I take a look?” With a hesitant nod, the smaller girl placed the object in his palm. He examined it closely, his brow furrowing. “It’s tarnished and honestly quite ugly—it's lost its shine and value. Such a shame.” He slipped it into his pocket, noticing the little girl's frown deepening as tears brimmed in her eyes.

Her sister quickly shushed her, but Heimdall couldn’t help but smile. “Oh dear, little one seems unhappy. We can’t have that, can we?”

Then, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he reached behind both girls' ears and dramatically pulled out two gleaming gold coins. Their eyes widened in awe, sparkling with wonder and excitement. Heimdall chuckled as he gave them both the coins. “Magic, I tell you.” He said, standing up again and walking away.

Pushing open the door, he walked to a nurse. “Oh, lord Heimdall, it’s been barely an hour since you’ve been gone, you can go home and rest!” Heimdall shook his head. “I’m fine, I don’t need rest, how is she?” The nurse's smile turned down slightly. “She’s lost a lot of blood; she’s stable, but she hasn’t woken up.” Heimdall nodded. “Can I see her?” The nurse bowed her head and led him to the room you were in, walking inside, it was the keepers of the Black Thunder, the couple that had taken you in as their own.

“Heimdall! Thank the gods you're here, we’ve been waiting for you to tell us what happened.” Heimdall put a hand up, “and I will, but not right now.” The nurse saw Heimdall wave her over, and she approached, leading your parents out. “Heimdall will come to you both, I’m sure.” Heimdall shut the door.

Plopping down on the seat, he watched you as you took soft breaths, a cloth damp with water over your head. Leaning on his knees, he pressed his lips together. He knew water couldn't heal this damage.

It had been a few hours of him just watching you. Heimdall pulled out the golden chain from his pocket. “One of your little Midgardian kids found it. It’s the same one, the one I put around your neck.” Heimdall scooted his chair closer, laying a soft hand on your cheek. “For the love of Odin, please wake up so I don’t have to feel awful anymore.” Heimdall looked down at the chain. “I can’t hear anything from your mind, it’s silent. It’s so quiet now that the quiet is loud.”

Heimdall laid his hand on your stomach. “I never realized how—silent everything was when you left.” Heimdall lifted his head, looking at your arm that was wrapped tightly. “Days passed slowly without you in Asgard. That night at the banquet, I was selfish, I was afraid you would take my spot on my father's side…but you wouldn’t do that, I was filled with jealousy.” Heimdall shifted slightly. “You would’ve stayed by my side through it all, and I hurt you. More than once.”

He was exhausted. He sighed and laid his head down on your side again, succumbing to sleep. Heimdall remembered the way you used to nap together when you both first became friends—well, when he eventually accepted you.

Heimdall had gotten back from the dwarf realm, but he was in bad shape. He went straight to be treated, and you didn’t see each other on the way; you were distraught. The helmets had just waved you off,

Heimdall had his arm in a sling and a wrap around his right eye. He had noticed there seemed to be heavy rain; he knew it was you, he’d be lying to say he wasn’t looking forward to boasting about his victories.

Pushing the door open to Black Thunder with one hand, he met eyes with your father as he cleaned the tables, “Ah- you came.” Heimdall nodded, “Yes, the weather is quite…wet. I’m guessing she’s crying over missing fluff in her pillows?” Your father snorted somewhat. He nodded his head to the stairs. “She was trying to find you for hours.” Heimdall frowned. “I was injured.” Your father shrugged and continued to the kitchen.

With a pent-up sigh, Heimdall approached your room, knocking, then opening the door after a moment of silence. You were sleeping soundly.

Heimdall looked at your bedside table. There was a stuffie, it was an animal, a wolf. Heimdall picked it up. “Where’d you get this from? There’s no place for wolves in this pride.” Heimdall chuckled, “Should’ve gone with a stuffed lion, they’re loyal.”

Heimdall looked at you and exhaustedly crawled into the bed beside you. “It’s good to be back.” He whispered before falling asleep, his back facing yours.

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Heimdall was jolted awake when troops and the all-father walked in. “Heimdall.” He spoke, wiping the drool from his mouth embarrassingly. Heimdall stood up, back towards you, holding up his head, “All-father.”

….silence

Heimdall arched a brow, looking at the Valkyrie who walked in .“Why are you?” Odin hushed him. “The girl, have you noticed anything weird?” Heimdall shrugged after a moment lost in his thoughts, “No—I mean-…I cut off her arm.” He admitted shamefully, Odin walked past him and removed the cover you revealing your upper body, covering your breast with a single bandage, and the lower was just your pants. Heimdall turned in the same way as Odin. “What is the meaning of this?” Heimdall wondered, Odin's hands hovered on your skin as though he was scanning. Searching.

“Are you questioning me now?” Heimdall shrank back like an elephant from a mouse, “No father…” Odin stopped and leaned in, grabbing your arm, a bright glowing orange like a flame shone from the cracks in his fingers. Heimdall's eyes widened.

“Your suspicion was right, All Father truly, your knowledge is infinite.” The Valkyrie praised as she bowed her head. Odin clicked his tongue, “No…knowledge is something you have to take. I must know what lies in her mind.” Odin turned around after laying the cover on you, walking out with the group behind him. Heimdall leaned close to you whispering “I’ll be back.”, and ran after his father.

Odin held the shoulders of the nurse. “I want you to keep a close eye on her.” The nurse nodded and bowed. Heimdall followed his father, others disbanded, and it was just the two. Heimdall and he stepped into the ring of ravens as they ended up in the archives. “Father, I don’t understand. What was on her arm?”

Odin hummed “runes. Vanir runes. Old vanir runes are naked to the untrained eye. Except mine.” Heimdall looked down. “That can’t be Father, she has only been to Midgard.” Odin grabbed a book. “That is what she told you, yes? Heimdall, what happened to thinking? Has being outside the walls made you smooth-brained?” Heimdall looked down, “No father-I“

Odin shoved a book in his hands. “Gods, quit your mumbling. I’ve long cured that damn stutter, you are not a toddler.”

Cured.

Heimdall cleared his throat and looked at the pages. “These…are vanir traditions, berry crushing, rituals, sacrifices…why is this important?” Heimdall said, overlooking the page where a woman was using crushed berries to write a rune on her chin. “Heimdall, her mother…was Vanir.” Odin spoke before grabbing another book and giving it to him, throwing the other one.

Heimdall lowered his head, trying to reason. “Well, that’s expected, I mean, she did come from outside.”

Odin nodded, “Yes, but her father, her father is a traitor. He used to lead my armies; he was skilled with a sword and other things. He was my right-hand man.” Heimdall squinted at this

Stepping forward, “Father, I thought you knew nothing of—“ Odin let his head fall. “I knew all about him and his little witch he decided to run off with.” Heimdall arched a brow, and Odin continued walking with him through the halls. “We had broken the alliance with Vanaheim, and her father and mother were long gone. He betrayed me, us…Asgard and I could not allow it.”

Heimdall nodded slowly, his expression solemn. “I understand,” he said, with a hint of apprehension in his voice.

Odin, however, shook his head, his brow etched with a mixture of concern and anger.. “You don’t grasp the full gravity of the situation,” he replied, his voice resonating with authority. “Her father was scheming against me, plotting in the shadows. Meanwhile, her mother, through a web of manipulation, convinced your mothers to… bless the girl.”

Heimdall furrowed his brows, the realization dawning on him like a storm cloud. “So they cursed her with that magic,” he murmured, his tone heavy with understanding. “It may appear powerful, but in reality, it devours her from within, transforming what should be a gift into a shackle.”

Odin put a hand on Heimdall's shoulder. “It is not her fault, they planned to use her as a weapon. Her father believed in Freyrs 'truth.”

Walking back outside, Ravens started to circle the all-father. “But I saved her. From being a weapon.” Odin looked down, the birds circling him. “I killed them.”

Suddenly, he was gone, just like that. “Lord Heimdall! My lord, she has awoken!” Heimdall looked down, seeing something in his hand, a pendant. He’s seen it before, in your memories…in your mind during the hallucinations from the Norns.

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Heimdall ran into the room only to yell and close his eyes, “Gods! I apologize.”

You laughed, the nurses quickly covering your breasts up. “Thank you, girls.” They bowed and walked out, giggling at Heimdall's posture. You sat up, “Heimdall.” You acknowledged, and he looked at you. Your eyes were dark, and you wore a smile, though you looked dazed. Heimdall approached you. “How are you feeling?” he demanded. You shrugged, “I’m alright…for losing an arm.” Heimdall frowned. “You should lie down.”

You shook your head, “No, too much to be done. The Midgardians—I promised to…dammit I forgot.” Heimdall crossed his arms “Even if you remembered you weren’t going to get your ass off that bed.” You looked at him and huffed in compliance. Looking down, you saw your sword. “Been holding that for me, watchman?” Heimdall looked down at it. “Yes, I kept it safe.”

You smiled, your eyes flickering down. Heimdall went to lay you back down. “You should rest,” he said, tucking you in and shaking your head. You said, “Stay. Don’t go.” Heimdall saw something flicker in your mind, making his eyes soften.

The same as the night of the celebration.

He nodded and sat down on the chair, his hand holding yours. “Heimdall..” you spoke after a minute or so, he looked up at you with raised brows, “What is it?” You sighed “What am I gonna do, look at me, I’m completely fucked.” Heimdall frowned. “Just one arm isn’t going to stop you. I’ve seen you overcome things.” You pulled your hand away, placing it over your eyes. “Heimdall, what about when I want to get married! Who’s gonna marry a one-armed Betty?” Heimdall sneered, “That's what you're worried about?”

You sniffled, “Yes.” Heimdall growled, “Not the fact that you could be infected? Or that you will have trouble fighting? You’re worried about who will lie with you?!”

You looked at him with tears clouding your view, “I just want someone to love me,” you whispered as you wept softly. Heimdall leaned back, his eyes turning sympathetic.

“Love is foolish. You’re not missing out on anything.”

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It had been a few days, you were up on your feet again. You were excited to get back to normal.

Normal.

“Morning kiddos!” You said, happily standing on top of one of the grassy hills outside the wall, they all looked up at you in their training clothes. “It’s so nice out today!” You said they yawned tiredly. “Why’re we out here so early?” one of the Midgardians said, tiredly leaning on their friend, who was Asgardian by the way. You smiled, “Well, I wanted us to explore the wilderness, and I have been given the okay to take you all out of Asgard!”

The kids perked up. “Really?” One of them spoke, “…Wait, did Heimdall approve?” you groaned. Why does everyone think Heimdall runs things?

The kids shrugged, “Well, you’re still recovering.”

You laughed “One arm has nothing to do with anything. I��m still just as strong as you guys” the kids looked up at you playfully “Prove it.”

You sighed pulling off your cloak.

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“What’re you doing?” You said climbing on the fence sitting down and watching Heimdall wave his arms in a Fluid motion. His eyebrow twitched before sighing “balancing.” You snorted “Who’d you learn that from? Thor?” Heimdall took a deep breath “No, Tyr.” Your eyes widened “Oh…”

Heimdalls motions became faster as you flinched as your hair whipped your face from the wind. The wind was blowing hard and the grass danced as the clouds disappeared, the sun shining through…

‘He will bring light and smite the wicked.’

Heimdall stopped and opened his eyes overlooking the field. He turned to you with an indifferent face. “Want to learn?”

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Using your only hand you held it over your chest pushing your shoe into the ground, the kids waited.

“Is it supposed to be happening?” One of them said but was shushed by the others. You could feel it, the earth like in Vanaheim. Taking a deep breath there were loud noises. You opened your eyes hearing the kids mumbling. You looked up seeing how water towered over you all, but the water fell back into its original form as soon as you stopped concentrating.

You smiled back at the kids “Let us go!” You said happily skipping into a portal that formed hopping into the other realm.

With a happy sigh you took a deep breath in “Breathe it in my students, welcome to Midgard.” The kids huddled close, holding themselves. The cold air was already forming ice on their lashes.

Skoldr huddled to you closest the others teased him for his crush on you but you found it adorable. “W-why have w-we come here-“ you looked down at him with a warm smile “Because you all have grown accustomed to…well peace, none of you have ever faced true foes or been in true danger.” You yawned and sat on a rock.

You manifested your staff in your hand slamming it on the ground causing a loud ring.

“Today's topic, ancient fighting.” You said your staff disappearing

Suddenly there was a rumbling sound. The kids all turned to what seemed to be a rock but it started to move and stand forming a giant ice form.

The kids panicked looking at you “Are you going to help us?!” You looked at them while cleaning your sword “Help with what, you have your weapons, and you’ve been trained by me and Heimdall even Thrúd. Now it is up to you.” Suddenly one of the boys, aradin shot an arrow at the creature, making it turn to them slowly.

You chuckled “I’d like to say it wasn’t attacking you and it was being docile. Lesson one is, not everything has to be your enemy. Now you for sure have to fight it.” The kids were running around like headless chickens dodging the beams. You laughed at them “Find its weakness!” The kids yelled at each other bickering as they dodged the projectiles from the frost ancient.

You held up your sword checking for any damage “If shooting or hitting the outside isn’t working shouldn’t you focus your attack elsewhere?” You said calmly, but today was not the day for victory. Your eyes caught the kids shaking as they laid on the ground hit by the reoccurring frost waves from the ancients stomps.

You sighed “alright, that’s enough.” You spoke, raising your right hand and clenching a fist the frost ancient melting in an instant. You grunted getting up from your seat walking to the kids as they wiped the snow off of them.

“You have to work together.” You said pointing towards the blue icy core of the ancient floating in the air. “If you all weren’t so busy fighting or competing you’d see the core was the obvious hit spot.”

The kids sighed disappointingly. “Well it’s easy for you, you’ve been here before.” You nodded “Yes I have but I was alone. You guys are not, and hopefully it stays that way.” The kids all muttered to each other as you walked ahead of them leading them through the trails. You smiled seeing it, Tyrs Temple. You turned to the kids “This is Tyrs temple, now mine. It’s where I stayed when I was away.” You smiled “It’s frozen now but this is the lake of nine, see the giant monoliths with the runes of the realms?” The kids looked around in awe.

One of the kids ran up to your side. “Is it true you rode a dragon?” You laughed “I’ve said it before you guys, I saved the dragon, that doesn’t mean it let me ride on its back.” The kids groaned. You smiled “How are you all growing accustomed to the weather?”

Penelope let out a dramatic sigh, pulling her cloak tighter around her. “It’s absolutely freezing! I’d much rather be in Asgard right now.”

You gave her a knowing hum in response, trying to lighten the mood. “I understand, but if Ragnarok is really on the horizon, where will you all take shelter?”

The kids gathered around you, their wide eyes fixed on your face, curiosity dancing in their expressions.

You quickly covered your mouth, a laugh escaping as warmth flooded your cheeks. “Mm—excuse me, I have no idea why that just slipped out.” But even as you chuckled, a thread of panic tightened in your chest.

“What's wrong? Are you okay?” the kids pressed, concern etching their young faces.

Your gaze fell to your sword, which suddenly vibrated fiercely in your grip. It was as if it had a voice of its own, whispering secrets just beyond your comprehension. You squinted at it. “My sword—it’s… talking?”

Skoldjr nodded, his eyes wide with excitement. “Yeah! You said it could, you remember, right?”

Staring at him, confusion set in. “What? No—no, I don’t remember that.”

In an instant, the world around you dimmed, and a violent tremor rippled through the ground, as if reality itself was unraveling around you.

‘Now you are out of Asgard, we will break the wicked hold of the false prophet! I shall strike it!’ Your sword boomed suddenly, the sword handle glowed orange, it started to heat up, burning your hand, making you scream, you couldn’t let go.

The fire felt like it was going through your veins, bursting your vessels, and traveling into your heart. The kids backed up, panicking as you fell on your knees. ‘Wake up, banish the lies, remember!’ You looked at your sword, your nose bleeding, drops falling onto the snow, you gasped as your body shook.

Helheim. Your parents. Odin…false father, false prophet. Lies and pain and control, suffering and evil. It all came back to you. You took a minute before you pushed yourself up, you wiped your nose, looking down at your missing arm.

‘There you are, welcome back. Odin placed you under a forgetful trance when you were sleeping. But you remember now…’ your sword spoke softly and you nodded.

“I do.”

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Gripping your sword tightly, your knuckles turned ghostly white as you trudged through the muddy roads of Asgard, each step leaving a mark in the soft earth. The smaller children scurried after you, their laughter fading into nervous silence as the swirling mud began to rise ominously around your feet. An oppressive blanket of gray clouds cloaked the sun, casting a shadow over the vibrant realm of the gods.

With a forceful kick, you slammed the door to the great lodge open, eyes immediately drawn to you in a mixture of surprise and curiosity. You stepped inside, your gaze scanning the crowd, seeking a familiar face amid the flickering firelight.

Sif approached, her expression a mix of concern and curiosity. "Hey, how was it with the kids in Midgard?" she asked, but you barely acknowledged her, your focus locked onto Thor, who swayed slightly as he turned to face you, the scent of ale thick on his breath.

“Where’s Odin?!” you demanded, your voice low and fierce, narrowing your eyes at him in challenge. He squinted, seemingly unfazed by the intensity of your glare. “Why? Got business with the old man?”

With a quick step closer, you bore into his gaze, the temperature in the room shifting. “Where is he? Do not test me.”

“Down the hall, in his study with Heimdall,” Thor replied, finally relenting. You spun on your heel, your heart pounding with urgency, and stormed down the dimly lit hallway. Behind you, Thor tipped his pint back, mumbling, “Good luck.” Thrúd and Sif exchanged puzzled glances, the tension still heavy in the air as you disappeared around the corner, determination fueling your every stride.

You made it to the door, but stopped. Going in alone was that foolish?

‘You are not alone, I am here.’

You pushed open the door with your shoulder walking up to the desk Heimdall had his eyes on your sword “Oh hello my dear-“ you kicked the chair out of your way “Don’t you fucking call me your dear!” You yelled. Heimdall stepped up, “Watch your words in front of the All-Father!”

“He is not all father, he takes the name of the true father in blood, he has stolen the skin of the real creator of the world!” Odin put up a hand, making Heimdall stand down. “Why are you upset, sweetheart?” You growled

“Why did you do it?”

“Do wh-“

“Kill them! Why did you kill my parents?!”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“You do! You do! I know now, I remember!”

“You do.”

“The ravens…they brought you to my home for a second time, you were hiding, watching as I ran into my home to my mother, whom you brutalized. You mangled my father, and you reached for me…you reached for me, and I felt fear wash over me, water rushing through like a wave breaking down the house washing away my parents and me.”

Odin nodded, “I did it to protect you, your mother and father were wicked. You—“ you yelled, throwing the table to the other side of the room with your arm. “No more lies!” You said holding the sword to his throat, but you weren’t the only quick one.

You felt a blade against your throat as well. You turned your head slowly, looking at those purple bifrost eyes, and your lip wobbled slightly. “Back up.” He said. You looked back at Odin, then at him, I won’t ask again,” Heimdall warned. You pulled back, cutting Odin purposely in the process. Heimdall pushed you back at a safe distance.

Odin stood up, wiping his neck. “I knew if you remembered, it would be too much for you to handle.” You looked at Heimdall pushing the blade from your throat, making him step back. “You’re just like your father.” Odin continued,

“I hoped you would lead my army just like him, You are already a great teacher.”

You stepped forward only to be grabbed by Heimdall. “Mm-mm.” He shook his head.

You stepped back.. “I’ll never let you use those kids as another one of your trained killers. In your damn blood war!”

Heimdall sighed, “All father had his reasons! It is hard to accept it as the truth, but after some time im sure—“

You shook your head, “No! You can’t be serious, Heimdall! Odin is false, he lies! I’ll never trust him again.”

Odin grabbed your face, hands on each side of your cheek.

“I know…that’s why I need your mind.”

‘No!’ Your sword yelled

Suddenly, you felt yourself being pulled to your knees. You looked down, vines traveled up your leg, and tied themselves around you. You dropped your sword, struggling against the vines. “Father, is this necessary?” Heimdall spoke, looking down at you.

Odin ignored him, picking up your sword. “The vanir runes on your arm, where’d you get them?” You looked up at him. “I don’t have to tell you anything!” Odin frowned. “Wrong answer”. Suddenly, the vines pulled off your cloak, squeezing your injured nub, making you let out a low groan.

‘You will not break’ your sword whispered

Odin and Heimdall stood in front of you. You looked away from Heimdall, looking down at their boots in front of you. Odin sighed, “Who were you with in Vanaheim?” You closed your eyes, remaining silent. Heimdall flickered his eyes to you, “Just tell the truth.” You looked up at Odin, “Nobody!” You said.

Odin looked at Heimdall, who clenched his jaw as he looked into your mind, “Speak, boy!” Odin demanded.

“She’s lying.” You screamed as a vine pushed into your wound, making you sweat. Odin grunted as he took your sword and put it to your chin. “Who was she with, Heimdall?” He said, forcing your head up with your blade to look into Heimdall's eyes.

Heimdall's nose flared.. “Freyr.” You shook your head, “Heimdall no! It’s not like that!” Odin sighed, “I told you, use your brain, Heimdall.” Heimdall looked down at you in slight disappointment.

“You lied to me.”

You grunted in pain, “I did not lie! You never asked!”

Heimdall's brow furrowed. “You implied that you had only been to Midgard! But you were lying on the same ground as the enemy!”

You gritted your teeth. “Tell me what else you see,” Odin said. Heimdall looked around, his eyes purple as he looked into the air, his mind and yours were now linked.

“Freyr, his group. They helped her, healed her. He spoke of you, of my mothers, told her tales and stories.” You finally pulled your head away, letting out a pained cry from the psychic disruption.

“Heimdall, he is using you! He was the one who prohibited your mothers from seeing you.” Suddenly, the vine in your wound moved, making you scream as tears fell down your cheek. Heimdall turned to you, “Enough! There is only one liar here, and it’s you.”

Odin grabbed Heimdall's shoulder. “That’s enough.” Heimdall pulled from your mind, looking at you in front of him.

You sighed, “Heimdall…we’re a team. I lied because I was doing my job.” Heimdall scoffed, “Your job is to protect Asgard!”

You looked up at him furiously.. “No! I am the Protector of Realms! All the realms are taken under my wings. I protect all creatures, all people, from the world serpent to the worms in the soil. Hel I protect the soil!” You said with pride in your voice.

Odin walked behind you, grabbing your head and forcing you to look up. “I wished you could have stayed curious. It’s a shame you chose the path of your father.” You struggled to free yourself from his grasp, but it was futile. Suddenly, you felt something you had lost start to return to you; it tickled…It burned.

“Ta tilbake de delene av oss som er ødelagte.” Odin spoke in a soft tone. You let out a shaky breath as you felt the fabric of your clothes with your lost arm. Heimdall's eyes softened as he looked down. Your arm was back, but why didn’t he do that as soon as you got back?

He wasn’t done with you, though. Suddenly, the hold on your head tightened, and it was like a ring squeezed around your brain, making you let out a yell. Odin started to speak what was gibberish to you.

“Munn fïnn nafn Gorm” you gasped, realizing too late that it was a hex.

———

Heimdall stood in the dimly lit room, his gaze fixed on you as you crumpled to the floor, the thick vines slithering back into the ground like serpents retreating to their lairs. “When she awakens, take the helmets and your cat. Seek out Freyr’s little hideout and bring him to me, alive,” he commanded, his voice crisp and authoritative as he strode away, slamming the door with a resonant thud that echoed in the silence.

Heimdall surveyed the room, his eyes scanning the shadows, “It’s called a Graðungr, not a cat.” Suddenly, you twitched, a flicker of life igniting within you as your fist struck the wooden floor with a dull thump. With a slow and unsettling movement, you began to push yourself up, your body moving as if manipulated by unseen strings, like a marionette coming to life.

Your back popped as you stood up. Heimdall's eyes widened seeing yours glow bright purple with black around your eyes, like the Einherjar.

Like his.

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medias that inspired this story was wicked, hunchback of nortre dame, Hamilton, uhh halsey, lana del rey video games, WICKED, call of the wild, the great gatsby, and other things....I'm not crazy.---lagncx

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lagncx · 3 months ago

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Self appreciation post. I love me I love my body I love myself I won’t be anyone else.

This song hurricane by Halsey is the love of my entire soul. It also inspired me to write protecting a fire with bare hands. Otherwise known as Heimdall x reader. :3

#me #halsey

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lagncx · 3 months ago

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Ass shit I wrote late at night.

Astarion x durge reader. With Gortash.

You pulled on your night clothes stretching your arm which was slapped by Astarion, your lover who walked past you removing his rings and amulets. “Do not stretch it, I just gave you those stitches my love, you hurt yourself last night when you were in that—what did you call it? ‘dark urge’ rage.” He said before opening the window at the inn looking at the night before him.

You walked up behind him laying your head on his shoulder kissing his neck lovingly. He let you with a satisfied hum, you pulled away when he squeezed your hand that was on his waist. Astarion and you haven’t had sex since he confessed his feelings, it was good for him, to feel like you weren’t just yearning to touch his body but to also share your heart with him.

“What’s wrong? You’re being awfully touchy.” He said squinting at you, you sighed softly, almost afraid to say it. He frowned “Speak plainly my love. I hate when you sugar coat, I am an adult.”

You held his hands “I want to leave the inn later tonight.” Astarion nodded with an uncertain expression “Alright-…alright so where are we going my love? The market? Back to the shadow cursed lands?” You smiled seeing how he was ready to go where you went but you shook your head “I have to go alone.” Astarion sighed “Darling, you are not alone in this. We need you, I need you.”

You took a deep breath “I’m going to go speak to Gortash.” Astarion froze his eyes going from soft and loving to his disgusted expression, his lip upturned and he pulled his hands away. “Huh.” He said his demeanor changed.

You reached for him to only have him back away folding his arms waiting for something else to keep him from setting this whole place aflame “My love, it is not like that.” You spoke and he rolled his eyes. “You want to go to the new Duke Gortash who is not only one of our enemies but one of your pasts…Lovers.”

You put a hand over your face “It’s not like that, I’ve been thinking and-“ Astarion put his hands up in frustration flopping on the bed with a groan “You expect me to just be okay with you going to see your pound of flesh?” You flopped your hands at your side in defeat “Fucking hells Astarion you’re just gonna need to trust me!”

“Last time I trusted someone I spent two centuries being used.” He spat “who knows with how you act like a wild beast with any innocent bystander you’ll revert back to your old habits and mold your body together with Gortash once again.”

You felt your head pulse that feeling…that urge. You want nothing more than to blow this whole city down leaving just Astarion…after successfully avoiding harm to him your urge seemed to treat him well…

Except for your attitude.

“Maybe I will, because Gortash listened he didn’t whine like you.”

Astarion mouth dropped open his brows upturned.

Hurt.

‘Gods what am I saying’ you thought.

“And his flesh was warm on my tongue, not cold or untrusting like you.”

Astarions breath caught in his throat, you put a hand over your mouth “I- I’m sorry.” You rushed out passing the others who were standing next to the door trying to act natural. You rushed down the stairs bumping into intoxicated couples and people. You ran outside into the road taking deep breaths.

You shook your head shaking your hands and counting from ten. You have to kill someone. You shook, no…no. You closed your eyes and turned walking down the dark night alley.

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You walked into the building, hands shaking as you looked at your busted knuckles, someone tomorrow would find a wall with traces of your skin on it. Stopping you was a guard “Why have you come? It is late at night, are you mad.” You shook “I’ve come to speak with Gortash.” You steadied your hands, she squinted “No.”

You went to object but the man himself came to you both “Let them through, you…come.” He spoke leading you to his personal quarters, the view was nice though in your opinion the building was in a weird area. You closed the door behind you turning to see a smiling Gortash leaning back against his desk. You stood still avoiding eye contact, it was silent. Like you were both waiting for something.

Gortash's smile faded into confusion “Aren’t you going to—command me what to do?” Your eyes snapped his way “what?” Gortash frowned “That is why you’ve come…to reunite with our bodies and words?”

You choked on your spit “I-“ he sighed “Fine…hells have to do everything.” You shook your head as he undressed “No! no!” You yelled, grabbing his hands, making him look at you, his eyes looking at your lips then back at your eyes. You cleared your throat “I’m…not here to have sex with you Gortash, I’m here to—talk.”

Gortash blinked but sat down on a lounge chair “okay…” he raised a brow. You sat down on the floor keeping away from him. You went to start but sighed “It’s a blur…everything makes no sense. Gortash, were we lovers?” Gortash scoffed “Gods no—you really don’t remember? Orin, the fool. You and I weren’t lovers, no…you made that clear.” You raised a brow “What do you mean?”

He frowned looking at his fireplace “We were being intimate. You rested your hand on my face and then grabbed my chin. I was lost in the feeling and I said “I love you.”” You looked at him with a frown

He swallowed “You left me alone, but I learned my lesson.” You shook your head “Lesson?” Gortash nodded “Yes, lesson when you returned after five weeks you said never to say love to you again.” You shuddered

“Gortash.” He hummed in response looking at you “Look, I know we were…something. I came here to apologize.” Gortash was taken aback

“I was remembering things about us. It was disgusting how I treated you, the hitting the biting the choking. That’s not me-“

Gortash put a hand up “no, you’re mistaken I liked it, I never had anyone be so…I never had anyone desire me like you did, you know this but my parents treated me horribly, everyone did but you made me feel safe.”

You shook your head “That wasn’t safety, that was toxicity. You felt you were in love because I was the only person who showed you that level of desire. But you don’t like it.”

Gortash leaned back “So now what? I’m supposed to let you go?” You shrugged “You disappeared and I was worried, I cared about you.” You nodded “I know…I’m sorry.” He sighed “So now what, you run back to that spawn and then I’m supposed to forgive you?!”

You stood up, wiping away the dirt “No but…I forgive myself” you smiled “And I’m gonna change, I’m gonna fall in love and be normal.” Gortash sneered “No. you’re gonna corrupt him like you did to me, don’t you remember? You bit into my arm marking me as yours and you said I had no other purpose.” You sighed “that wasn’t who I am today.”

Gortash grabbed your arm as you started walking “Astarion is gonna fall for you then realize he made a mistake you will devour him till he is nothing, you’ll be just like whatever master he ran away from.” Suddenly Gortash was against a wall, your arm on his neck making him struggle.

This isn’t you

“You will not speak of astarion, you will not speak of me! Watch your tongue before I rip it out!” You took a deep breath trying to pull yourself out of it. Gortash's eyes fell closed but you pulled away before he could pass out leaving him in a hurry and running out the building.

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You walked back into your group's room at the inn and everyone was asleep. You sighed, rubbing your hands together and opening your door slowly walking in, Astarion wasn’t trancing, he was actually awake laying down his eyes glued on you. You sighed and took off your shoes, closing the door with your foot and crawling into the bed. He was staring at you…

You laid down and faced him, his eyes were puffy and his nose was red. You stayed silent….

“How did it go?” He whispered in a slightly hoarse voice. You shrugged “I told him I was apologizing for what I did in the past, I told him I loved you and I was going to change for the better.” Astarion squinted “You said you loved him?” You shook your head

“No, I love you. Only you astarion.” He frowned and you scooted closer to him “I’m sorry about what I said I was upset, but I would never leave you. I’m not going anywhere, and you are good enough my love”

Astarions gaze softened as you smiled “Can I kiss you?” You whispered and he nodded “Yes.” Closing your eyes you leaned in and kissed him his lips fit perfectly with yours. Astarion wrapped his arms around your sides hugging you tightly. You pulled away whispering sweet things into his ears making him smile into your neck as you kissed his twitching ear.

“Darling, are we gonna sleep soon” he said and you chuckled “Let me enjoy your presence a little more.” He sighed “We can just have a free day tomorrow my sweet.” You moaned at that thought, making him pull back to look at you with a confused look. You blushed “Sorry!”

Astarion frowned and sniffed at the air “Darling…” You looked at him as he pulled your hand in front of his face “What is this?” You sighed “I was upset when I left and went to punch some wall.” Astarion rolled his eyes and kissed your scarred knuckles “Don't do that, you could break your hand sweetheart.” You sighed “It was either that or killing somebody.”

….

“You’re right punching the wall was the better choice.” He chuckled, you laid your head and watched as his hands glowed blue “Take cureo” he whispered your hand going from red and irritated to normal. “There. Better?” You nodded and watched as he did the other hand.

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This is so boring

Where I post from:

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lagncx · 3 months ago

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Regarding future works.

Hey yall it’s me lag. And I wanna say thanks to you all for the support here and on ao3 it means so much to me.

So looking towards the future.

I want to write for delsin rowe from infamous. But it is a very very dead fandom. However that’s never stopped me <3

Most of my post is full of astarion. But I want to continue with a pheonix heart.

Heimdall x reader series is for SUREEEEEE my priority. I love Heimdall some of you don’t know but I have three pictures of him on my wall.

Now for the big daddy, KARL HEISENBERG i posted “don’t be afraid of the lightning” and “rough hands” maybe a month ago. Rough hands by alexisonfire inspired that fic and i spent maybe weeks writing that, i struggled so hard to write for Karl but i loved him and I have one person that wanted a part two and that makes me so happy so i will try working on it after ch 6 of pheonix heart and the next chapter of Heimdall series

Reader-…so I am a x reader writer and I apologize if reader doesn’t act like you tho no one has complained. I like making the reader a bit more masculine they’re mostly females just not shy or doesn’t speak up for themselves.

But yes I just wanted to thank you all

@meowmaii @genesiseven thanks for the reblogs <3

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lagncx · 3 months ago

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Thanks for everyone who loved this lil fic it really boost my spirits to write more

White golden fur.

A Heimdall x fem reader Drabble.

Might be inconsistency but nothing crucial, the topic is greif and reincarnation really. Tagging my fav @slaying69696969 :3

Enjoy. Happy hunting!

-/-

You felt like a husk, empty of any life since the only one who mattered to you was taken away, Heimdall.

The love of your life, you would’ve given your own life for him to keep his.

“I'll be fine. I am the scion of the Aesir, the herald of Ragnarok!”

When forseti came to you and told you, you could only wail and cry. At this point Gallajhorn wasn’t the only thing heard throughout all realms. He held you tightly and gave you Hofuð you held it tightly so tight you swore it had pierced your stomach, Forseti didn’t leave your side, waiting for you to stop crying, but you never did.

“Everyone hated him”

Lies.

you loved him…did that not matter?

Some nights Thrúd had hunched over your own form encasing you in her arms. “He wouldn’t want you crying like this. He’d say ‘Your being a drama queen’…so come on. It’s going to be alright.”

Useless…that’s what you were, you sat on your ass while the world you knew was Crumbling down.

—-

Sitting on the edge of a hill you overlooked Asgards ruins, the fire had ceased and frozen over it seemed. So many lost…people that didn’t need to die.

‘Accept that Heimdall had to die.’

You shook your head looking at the sword that was once his, in your hands your tears staining its golden steel.

‘He would never accept that his father was the enemy. He was loyal.’ You rubbed your tears off the sword “I know.”

Heimdall would never leave his fathers side, he loved his home, it was all he knew. He wouldn’t back down, he’d rather die than disappoint Odin…than let anyone harm you…the both of you.

Rubbing your swelling tummy made you feel sick, your son would grow without a dad.

—-

“I hope he has your eyes.” Heimdall whispered, you laughed “why? Wouldn’t you want him to have all your great features?” Heimdalls face wavered slightly “of course, he’ll find love easier with mine but-…” You took his chin in your hand “But?” You whispered.

Heimdall looked down, his bright purple eyes getting wet and teary. “With my eyes the world will hate him, people will judge him for being mine.” He said voice cracking, you only shook your head “Oh my love that’s not true.” He pulled away hair falling over his face “It is! And when he opens his eyes his thoughts will be so loud. With powers he doesn’t understand!” You pulled your lover to you “Your eyes or mine, he will have to face all trials and obstacles. But he will grow with a loving mother, and an even stronger father. Safe in our arms.” Heimdall let out a small whimper lip wobbling

“I'm scared I'll be like him.” He whispered, pushing his face away into your neck, hiding in your flesh for safety.

—-

You looked down at the Ruins of Asgard. “Where will I go?” Suddenly the wind blew, making your body fight against being blown away, but something in that wind was comforting, listening to the sound the hem of your dress pulled you towards the steep of the hill, you held onto hofuð tight to your chest slowly walking down the hill, clouds turning the dark day even darker as the rain started falling causing you to slip and slide down the hill falling on your back.

You took a few breaths, the wind blew harder, you looked over at the assortment of stones and wood, you stood up and looking down at the ground there was a little stone that glowed, picking it up you activated the stones and wood to make a door, you held the stone up to it confused on which rune to touch it with.

The wind blew harder, colder.

“Midgard.”

—-

Stumbling into the door you landed face into the snow, it felt like a million knives piercing you at once with the blizzard. You stood up, your dress soaked with rain only made you even more cold, you opened your eyes looking around, the wind was much harder to follow as it was flowing all around you, something warm and furry rubbed against your side making you gasp and turn to see a tall, golden white stag. You froze as it leaned towards you, its nose spiffing air into your face.

You couldn’t notice much of the snow so thick it covered it in camouflage excellently. Turning its head away from you it started walking away stopping and looking to you to follow, you looked around cautiously but followed it.

It had taken a lot of energy just to go down that hill, taking a deep breath you were losing the stag in the dense snow. “Wait! I can’t see! Slow down…” falling down on your knees you took a deep breath, stomach weighing heavy. You held the golden sword tightly…

“What am I doing? Following some deer…this is pointless.” You sniffled, you felt like you were going to freeze to death here suddenly something warm tickled your cheek making you look at the same black nose of the stag. You stood up and leaned on it, it stood strongly supporting your weight like it was nothing, you tested it as you hopped on its back it was considerably larger than any other stag. Hiding yourself in its thick coat it started leaping through the blizzard bounding through the forage, you held onto it keeping your head low.

After a while, you had stopped, in front of a large home, you slid off the stag hofuð against your chest, the stag was by your side pushing you towards the door with its antlers, it wasn’t abandoned that much was so because through the cracks of the wooden logs of the cabin there was light, yellow warm light, a fire.

Taking a deep breath you knocked twice, softly. Looking back for the Stag it had hopped into the shrubs away from your vision, maybe it was still there. Looking back you were met with the cold stare of the same one who destroyed your home…who killed Heimdall, the god killer

“You…” you whispered brows furrowing, the man had growled “Why have you come to my home?” You looked to your side “If I knew it was you I would’ve frozen outside instead.”

Kratos grunted, “That is still a very likely outcome.” You looked up shocked but unsurprised “You’d let me freeze?” Kratos grunted.

You looked down silently “The sword, it is Heimdalls. Have you come to seek vengeance for your fallen god?” You looked up at him “He wasn’t my god! He was my Lover!” You snapped,

“You Mutilated him!”

“He did not give me a choice. I gave him two chances to turn away.”

You scoffed “So he could return to what?! His father with empty hands? He’d be as good as dead! You didn’t offer him an alternative, you just were going to abandon him? Just like his father would’ve if he didn’t return with your head?!”

“I was protecting my son!”

You bit your lip holding in a sob, “Maybe! But still, I’ve heard your stories, seen the pain you brought people, the many innocents who fell because they were only in your way.”

You looked down at the golden sword

“Heimdall was only doing what he thought was right, all he knew was his father, and Asgard. That was his home, our home. There were good people there. He made it his duty to protect them.”

You felt your body shiver, Kratos grumbled seeing your wet dress and how it clung to your belly “You are with child?”

You looked down “yes..Heimdalls”

Silence fell upon you both “I know he had to die…” you whispered “he was too stubborn, and so…so loyal.” You sniffed “he would’ve never let Atreus live any longer.”

Kratos stepped to the side holding the door open for you “You may stay until you’ve had the baby.” You looked at him then inside the home, the wind had blown making you hold the frame to avoid being blown inside.

You took a few steps inside and felt yourself encased in warmth making you run towards the fire pit holding your hands to it so close you were afraid you were on fire.

-//

Tonight was the hardest night you’ve had, Freya held your hand wiping your forehead with a cloth “Having a child with Heimdall, of course the baby would give you a hard time.” you let out a puny laugh along with a pained cry from Freya's joke.

Eir rubbed your legs comfortingly “Just one last push my lady, one last push.” You looked up at the ceiling and your breathing was short, “I can’t-…hurts…so much!” You said pushing your face into the fur blanket.

—-

You moaned laying on Heimdall in exhaustion breathing heavily as your body shook “I-..I can’t. I’m too tired.” Heimdall kissed your ear and whispered softly “Come on my dove, just a little more, cum for me one more time love.” Grinding his hips against you stimulating your aching core made you gasp from the sensation, you whined as his hands helped guide your hips gently squeezing the sore muscles. “Ohh-…Heimdall~” you slurred in his neck “I know love, I love you too. Give me one more.”

—

One last push and you heard the sweet piercing cries of your baby, looking down as good as you could you saw eir and Freya clean the baby and immediately giving it to you it latched onto you its cries stopping. You were silent but tears flowed from your eyes joyfully. After a few long minutes you gathered enough strength to say “Will you show mama those eyes?” You smiled weakly, with the tiniest squint your baby looked at you, you gleefully gasped, Freya approached you “what is it?” She asked, wiping your face, you smiled at her.

“He has his fathers eyes. And, they are so beautiful. Heimdall would be upset though, he has my nose.” Freya smiled sweetly “With you and Heimdall I have to admit, he will be quite the looker.” You and her laughed, “He’s so precious.” You whispered, “I have to thank Kratos.” You frowned “no no…we all know he would never turn down someone in need, not after his son had such an influence on him.”

Kratos had opened the door, Freya went to protest but held her tongue as that beautiful white golden stag walked in from that blizzard months ago. You looked at it as it approached, Freya had moved out the way as you reached for it.

It snuggled into your hand walking to your side “I never got to thank you, for bringing me to a safe shelter.” You smiled at it. “…can you understand me?…” you asked.

Slowly the deer pushed its head onto yours, connecting both your crowns, you let out a shaky breath. Pulling away and opening its eyes it was a striking purple…the piercing gaze in those big eyes, a purple bright abyss of colors. You whispered softly “My love.”

The Stag turned its eye looking up and down at you, a loving slow blink its mouth turning upwards slightly. You didn’t notice the others had left you both there. You leaned closer to the stag showing it to the baby who’s eyes had looked at the Stag.

“Just like his father, you're a father Heimdall. Isn’t he precious?”

—

You laid tiredly on Heimdalls side, legs tangled together. “Pick an animal.” He said, you looked at him “What?” He shrugged “Thinking of getting a tattoo just for fun, you have one, don’t want to be left out.” You laughed, “well…I do like deers.” Heimdall looked down at you with a brow rising in question “They’re so, majestic kings of the forests you know?” You smiled only for him to blow a raspberry “boring.” He yawned, closing his eyes.

#love you all

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