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The Song of Rig [Heimdall Fanfic]

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Heimdall x Reader

Words: 12K

This time I wrote the final part of the Heimdall fan fic.

You can think of this as the last part of the series Dusk till Dawn or just another short fanfic of Heimdall.

Rig is actually the another name when Heimdall went to earth.

**I'm not a writer and first time writing something for my favorite characters.

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Winter still haunts the land of Midgard; in the middle of the forest stands a small cottage that looks so fragile it seems like a single blow of wind might blow up the rooftop. Such a small house, it’s quite small for a big family, perhaps it’s only big enough for two persons.

Not so far, a woman voice can be heard. “Hey Rig, can you help me to choke up some wood?” The woman asked.

“Sure! Coming right up!” A man voice answered the woman, sound so warm and energetic it’s so out of place compared to this harsh cold winter that been last for more than four years.

“Hmm, it seems like we still have some meat supplies , but we might need to get more so we don’t have to worry for the next few months.” Walking to Rig, putting her finger through one of the many small holes on his coat and smile. “Plus, I need fur to fix this for you.”

“Haha, that’s nice of you to think of it, but it still warms enough, you don’t have to worry.” Rig smile warmly. “Come on big boy.” Hand patting on Rig shoulder you go and gather your arrow and bow.

Rig was found by her unconscious lying in the middle of the forest, covered in snow and almost die from the blood lost from his severed arm. She was the one brings him back to her small wooden cottage and healed him back to health. Unfortunately, there is nothing she can do about the severed arm as she can’t find the lost arm anywhere near the place where she found him.

As someone who lost their arm, Rig was struggling with daily chores the first few weeks but after he fully recovered, he now can even do some heavy duty without any help. He does have some inhuman strength that shouldn’t belong to a mortal.

Until now Rig has no memories of where he is from and why he is here. It seems like something happened that make him lose a limb as well as his memories too.

“Alright, if you wish to.” Rig walked to his bed and took out a box that hide under the bed frame. An old wooden box storing a sword. It was a golden sword she found, the sword hilt looks too stunning to be a weapon she just found abandoned in the wood, but Rig don’t want to question her integrity on this anymore, don’t think she steal from anyone or else he will feel sad for what she did just for him.

“You ready Rig?” woman had her bow and arrows at her back standing at the front door.

“Always ready than you.” Rig energetic as usual, putting his sword in the scabbard that hangs on his back.

“Ray, who is my good girl? Who's my good girl?” Rig patting on the neck of the strong white mare they kept for quite some time now, it helps them travel faster. Rig and Ray have one thing in common, their hair color is a bright blond that with a little of light grey. Rig has the braided short hair that all braids hold by the middle one and tie to the end. He look handsome with that hairstyle.

“Ray come on, we gotta go hunting now. We better go now before the sun sets.” Rig said while guiding the horse out of the yard. Both Rig and the woman riding on the horse, they slowly depart, to find any prey nearby they can hunt.

The wind is getting stronger but both Rig and the woman refuse to go back empty handed, until finally, they find some animal tracks that look fresh.

Rig found something and getting excited he get off the horse and check. “Here, come and look at this. It looks like a boar's; the hoof is wider than deer. Looks like it’s a big fat boar.” Rig looked back at the woman and smirked.

“If we get it, we won’t need to worry for food for a while. Come on Rig, you don’t want to lose our target.” 

“In your dream, I won’t let that happen” Rig flipped her nose.

Walk pass another path, Rig looked at the destroyed ancient temple-like building with trees overgrown on it. 

“The ruin, it’s always quite a sight to look at. It’s sad to think about what happened here before.” Rig sighed. 

“Better be careful, there may still be cannibals around here.” The woman warned Rig. 

“To be frank, the cannibal is the least thing I worry about, the revenant is what I’m concerned the most! Ugh their nasty magic hurts more than anything and they are creepy too.” Rig said with a look of disgust.

“Yeah, that too. But we better focus on our main mission now if you remember?” “Come on, I’m not that forgetful.” Rig hurried the horse to keep moving, still following the boar track.

“Shh there it is!” The woman slowly gets off the horse and hides in the nearby bush, and ready her bow. It’s a big black boar eating grass on the ground nonchalantly, not aware of the real threat - two silhouettes hiding in the bush watching it.

Aiming at the boar the woman let loose her bow, arrow shot right into the boar throat.

“Good job!” Rig gets excited and grabs the woman's shoulder. He is the first one to rush to the side where the boar is lying. However the boar is not yet dead.

It still squeals in pain in between its ragged breaths. Looking in its eye, Rig can feel its pain, and must put it out of its misery. Rig unsheathed his sword from his back.

“Thank you for your sacrifice, it will not be forgotten.” Swiftly Rig sank his sword into the boar’s chest, piercing its heart. When the woman reaches the side, the boar is already dead. “Thank you.” The woman said. “Nah, you are the one who did the job, I’m just picking up what you left.”

Rig tied the boar to the rack, to let it pull by the horse slowly as they headed back to the cottage.

“Good thing we were able to hunt this boar before the sunset. Okay, ready to go then? "

The winter really makes the sky darker earlier; it's hard to see even during the evening. When the winter was started, it was said that Ragnarök will come by the third Winter, but now it’s the fifth winter and it doesn’t seem to stop.

“Do you believe in Ragnarök, Rig?” The woman asked.

“Huh? Why so sudden?”      “No, I’m just curious what you think of it.”

Rig thinks for a moment “um well, it’s a prophecy of a war that will break out between the giants and the Aesir gods, the end of the gods is what they said, but I never actually seen it and nor that I will see it. I mean I’m just a mortal, we are just like an ant to the gods, as long as we don’t anger them, we will be fine.”

“Is that so? Aren’t the things you said just now a little ignorant and disrespectful to the gods?”

“Ahaha, I’m sorry. I’m not really good at such topics, it’s not something I can prove or to research on. It’s… intangible.”

Reaching the cottage where both Rig and the woman stay, the sky is getting darker. “I will lead Ray back to the yard, she needs to stay warm after this long hours hunting.” “Yeah, Ray is really our good girl, aren't you?” Rig patting on Ray's neck again.

The woman started to skin the boar, keeping every edible part and the fur. While Rig is busy starting the fire and cooking some soup in the house.

“Hey, dinner is ready!” Rig tells the woman to come in. “Alright, I will join you soon.” As she is still trying to clean up the mess..

“Woah Rig, I didn’t know you were a cook. It smells delicious!” The woman being sassy and praising Rig on his cooking skill, but of course Rig really can cook well.

“Oh well, it’s my pleasure to have such privilege to cook for you, your approval mean everyyyything to me.” Rig also tries to be sassy.

Both sitting near the fire and eating their meal, it was a vegetable soup, with carrot and potatoes from the backyard. The winter has been harsh to the crop but Rig has been able to sustain them well enough to grow. The conversation between Rig and the woman comes back and forth, Rig is always the one to ask tons of questions, mostly out of curiosity.

She knew a lot of things, she also taught him how to wield the sword too.

“What are you carving this time?” Rig asked the woman, she sat on her bed, wood carving a figure.

“You. I’m craving a figure of you.”   “Uh what? Me?”

“Yeah, so I can still remember your dumb face when one day you decided to leave.” The women look a little sad when she said so.

 “..That’s something sad you think of.., I mean I'm getting comfy here and it’s not like I have other places to go. You are all I have now.” Rig eating the second bowl while looking at the woman and said.

“You never know, gotta prepare for the worst.” The woman continues carving. The figure is far from complete but it's slightly recognizable as Rig, the lost limb and the braided hair. 

“O-kay if you said so.  Just make sure you carve me handsome. That’s the most important detail you couldn’t miss.”  “Ah yes, sure. Lord Rig.”

“The place where you found me.. is there anyone other than me?” Rig asked curiously, perhaps he really want to know more. Time by time Rig will find a chance to ask about it, although it always come to a same answer.. 

“.. I don’t know...., I didn't see anyone when I found you. It was a mess and some hel-walker is getting close, I really don’t have the time to check around. Rig, I know you really want to understand what happened to you, but I already told you all I know. I can’t tell you something I don’t know. Do you understand?” woman getting a little frustrated. 

Not sure what to say Rig turn back his head.

“..Look I’m sorry, but I can’t help you with that. I’m really sorry.” the woman apologized for her words.

“It’s fine..., you are right. I shouldn’t keep forcing you on this.” Rig lay on his bed looking at the rooftop.

“It’s better to rest now. Get some sleep you need it Rig.” woman trying to sooth Rig.

“You should too, don’t spend too much time carving my handsome face, you can always see me here as much as you like.”    “Get out of here Rig” Seems like the joke loose the tense atmosphere.

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“Ow man! Really?! The wolves again?! This is the second time they have stolen our food! We need to do something about it!” Rig gets angry for the food stolen again by the wolf pack.

“I think they see through the bear trap, this wolf pack seems to be smarter than usual wolves we encounter. It’s like they learned it somewhere else.” Woman said. 

“I don’t care! They need to pay back what they stole! We are not going to let them keep doing this!” Rig goes back to the house, gets the sword and readies it.

“Rig what are you doing?”  “Getting what belongs to us back!” Getting on horse, he gets ready to track those wolves.

“Are you coming with me?” Rig looked at the woman, expecting her to join. Both of them have been living together for almost two years, they know each other quite well, like how she knows Rig is always the one who never gives up from a fight.

“I don’t really have a choice, do I?”     “Nope.” Rig tilted his head and waited for the woman to get on the horse and sit in front of him.

The snow storm still shows no signs of stopping any time soon, the tracks of the wolf pack can still be seen but some has been covered by layers of snow.

The woman sighed. “Do you think we lost them? It’s getting really bad out here Rig.”

“No, there are still tracks, I’m not going home empty handed either! Would you rather just stay at home and wait for them to come to steal our food again?”

“hah— just keep looking for them, but we will head back before the sunset.”

“I will watch the time.” Rig keeping a very focused look on the ground to find any fresh track.

“--! Do you hear it, Rig?!” The woman said.

“The wolves!” Rig makes the horse go at full speed, not wanting to lose the chance of catching them, after all, their fur can be made into new bed sheets and their meat can last them for the next few months.

“Hya! Ray follow the sound!” Rig holds onto the woman's waist while Ray moves faster.

“I think we are close! We better slow down to not make them put their guard up.” The woman pats on Rig’s hand.

The environment is very new to both of them, it’s a new territory they never explored before. Soon they find another ruin in front of them that is quite similar to the one in their area; the sound of the wolves can be heard inside the ruins.

There is also smoke from inside the ruin, which means the wolves are tamed by someone. This is the first time they encounter a stranger in this place. Most of the Migardian either moved to somewhere safe or died while trying to do so. This whole time, two years, both of them never actually encounter other people.

“There are people inside Rig, I can hear them talking, it sounds like two men.” Both unmount Ray and hide in a safe blind spot. Slowly approaching the source of the voice, Rig slowly unsheathes his sword from his back not wanting to make unnecessary noise that can alert the strangers that lie ahead.

“Brother, I think Speki and Svanna are sensing something approaching here.”  “Hmm.” The two strangers whispered to each other. Now their guard is up, and they reach for their weapons.

Rig gets tensed up and the woman follows him behind the nearby wall.

“Who goes there!” One of the strangers yelled into the wind. Rig clenched onto his sword, thinking whether he should attack now and before he could act, the woman was already making her first move, stepping out in the light.

“What are you doing!” Rig angrily shouted, getting frustrated of her not waiting for him to make the call. Rig quickly rushes out to stand in front of her as they stand at the ruin entrance.

In front of Rig is a tall man with an axe that looks astonishing in a pose ready for battle. Where is the other stranger? He clearly heard two voices.

“What do you want from us!” The tall man questioned.

“Brother, I think our wolves might’ve stolen something from these two, the prey they caught today is obviously well prepared for the winter.” That is the voice of the other man but from behind the tall man, yet Rig can’t see him.

Rig barked. “Your wolves stole what belongs to us! And now we’re here to take back what we owed OR your wolves can pay for the price too!” Rig growing impatience. The animal they caught is just going to waste by these cunning wolves.

“Brother! This voice!”   “Hmm.” The tall man grabs something from his back and pulls it out. It is a decapitated head and it’s talking! Rig is shocked by what he is seeing, a talking head?!

“Bloody hell, how can he still be alive?! How brother?!”   “I do not know.” The tall man answered the creepy head.

“I don’t care what sorcery you have on you, all we want is to get back what we own.”

“You see, the wolves already ate them, I’m sorry a—this is so weird how can he still alive?” Rig is getting more frustrated as he has no idea what they are trying to say.

“I said…give it back!” Getting heated, Rig makes the first move and sprints at them.

The tall man reacts at lightning speed, both weapons clanged together making an unusual sound, yet it’s beautiful to hear. A rainbow kind of light grows from Rig’s sword, which to his surprise has never happened like this before; it’s always been an ordinary sword, other than the glorious design on the hilt.

“The hell?!” Rig cursed while swinging at the stranger. Both using all their strength making their weapon holding in place.

“Rig!” The woman shouted.   “Rig?? Your name is Rig??” The head that’s dangling from the hip of the stranger sounds very surprised on his name.

Both the strangers and Rig’s weapon creates a strong magnetic field, and immediately, an explosion happens as they are both flung apart.

Rig slams against the ruin wall and collapses on the ground. He quickly recomposes himself as a noise rings in his head. Feeling dizzy, he held his head while still watching his opponent in case he made a move on him.

”Kratos, I think we should just leave it. Don’t do this the second time. He seems to not remember both of us.” Kratos, that’s the name of the tall stranger, Rig wanted to make sure he wouldn’t forget it.

“He will attack us regardless.”  “Lad! We are sorry for what the wolves did, but we can’t let you take our wolves, we need them to pull our sledge. Perhaps we can exchange something eh?” The creepy head suggested. 

“What do you offer then” This time the woman is walking forward and trying to gain control of this conversation, not wanting Rig to do anything ruthless.

Rig tries to disagree on her negotiation with strangers.

“Well, we have a valuable jewel we found in the other realm and some hacksilvers. Well, it be a deal?”

“Well smart head, how can the jewel feed us, we need food not luxury accessories!” Rig angrily pointed out.

Rig is right, they need food more than anything and there is no merchant in Midgard, so they can’t buy food with the jewel or money given to us. The resources in Midgard are getting less and less thanks to this winter and it doesn’t seem to end any time soon.

“Kratos, perhaps we can give them some meat that we hunted not long ago? If we can make a quick turn to Sindri house to grab it!”   “Hmm” The tall man speaks very little and really likes to gruntle.

“Well very then. Eh, Lad and lass, how about you wait for us here for a bit while we make a quick turn to grab something back to you?” Rig eyeing the woman, it’s like he is asking ‘do you believe them?’ “Haa- okay, we will wait.”

The stranger with the talking head departed to where they called Sindri’s house, perhaps that where they stay with their friend.

“You don’t think they will trick us?” Rig sitting at the fire that was made by the stranger and looking at his sword.

He doesn’t look happy and sounds energetic like usual. His eyes sometime watching the wolves as if he is planning to take their wolves instead, which the wolves sensed and groan at him.

“Rig, that’s the only way. I don’t want to see you get in a unnecessary fight and the reason we are here is to get back our food, nothing more.” woman sit next the fire and warming her hand.

“Plus, we can always take their wolves if they lie to us.” Rig smiled softly at her last statement and now sheathed his sword back. The wolves not really appreciate both of your scheme of taking them away from their master.

That strangers..they don’t look like a mortal to Rig. There are some aura around them like- “What do you think about that two strangers?” “Huh?” Rig get surprise of she catch what he is thinking.

“They don’t look like an ordinary man to me.. it’s like they are-immortal like a-”

"Gods?” Before Rig can finish the woman continue his sentence.

“Yeah, I mean there is a decapitated head talking to us just now, how in this realm this can be happen?” Rig dumbfounded.

“What do you feel about them?” woman asked. “I don’t know..they just so different, like powerful.” Rig said while caressing his limb-less arm.

“Do you wish to be like them?”

“What you mean? This is not something we mortals can do, we are just trying to live our lives in peace. But if they really are god just think about I tried to fight one of them just now make me shiver.” Rig feel awesome for what he did, to stand up to a god-like stranger despite only have an arm.

In Rig’s mind he did think if only he is a god with some cool ability, how would he feel like? Feeling superior or much more ignorant maybe? The feeling of standing on the peak of the pyramid tower did make him feel extremely good. If he is a god, he wouldn’t let them starve or live in such hard environments.

Not sure how long the time has passed, the strangers came back with the promised food supplies.

“We are not going to thank you for that.” Rig said while the woman take the surprise from the stranger’s hand.

“Hmm” The stranger grunted again. “Kratos, can I have a few words with uh Rig?” Without hesitation the stranger pull the talking head from the back to face both of them.

Both looking at the dangling head waiting him to say something.

“Lad, do you have any memories of us?”  “What do you mean?” Rig frowned.

“See Kratos, I don’t think he remember anything at all! If he still him, he did start to spitting every venom he can get on me now!”   “Hmm.” The tall man name call Kratos looked at Rig.

“Stop your babbling and get to the point already you creepy old goat head.” Rig don’t like feeling like in some kind of riddle, clenching his only hand and demand them to say what they mean.

“anndd yet still so spiteful.” The dangling head added.

“Rig! We should go now.” The woman starting to move. She doesn’t seems happy of what this conversation is leading to.

“This two sound like they know me! Don’t you think its important to get all information from them?! They absolutely know who am I!” Rig shout as the distance between Rig and the woman is getting far.

“I say go now!!” The woman do not give in and insist they should move now.

“Lad, there is nothing much we can tell, it just- we kinda met you at some point of the time and nothing much. We don’t know what happened to you after that.” The talking head continued.

Rig groan loudly at what he said, did this talking head telling the truth or just lie so he can walk away with his tail tacking between his legs.

If only he can read his mind he can get this done faster. The tall stranger doesn’t say any word anymore, he just plainly stares at him, but his eyes tell him there is something they are hiding.

Not able to get this conversation going anymore, Rig felt defeated following the woman to retreat.

Not too far, Rig still can hear the two strangers talking but not able to pinpoint what they talking about.

“Why do you leave? I still have things to ask them!” Rig question the woman.

“You heard them, there is nothing much they can tell you anymore. The sun is setting, we have to back before the forest get too dark for Ray to navigate. Do you still remember why we are here?”

Rig sighed in defeat, she is right, they are here to get the food supplies back which they did.

It’s getting colder too, not a smart choice to still stay out of the wood. “Ray I’m sorry to make you wait.” Rig patting on Ray gently.

Back to the cottage, Rig helping to set the fire preparing for meal. It’s the same soup Rig been cooking all the time.

“You are getting too ruthless today.” woman stated which drink her soup.

“I don’t know.. there are just something about him, it make my body move the moment I look at his eye. I just feel so furious. I-I-” Rig not sure how to say it, ended with suttering.

“Rig, the most important thing is you are alive. We can’t keep looking back. We need to move forward and see what ahead waiting for us.” woman put her hand on Rig’s and smile sadly.

“You’are- right. I guess. Let’s just eat before the food get cold.” Not wanting to struggle on this question anymore he focus on his soup.

“The meat supplies they gave to us is quite some quality you know. Look likes they had it from some marketplace.” woman said amusingly

“Rich bastard.” Rig added.

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“It hurts!! It hurt SO MUCH!” Hand holding his head.

"Keep your breathing slow and steady. Stop panicking, it only make it worse.” The woman mixing some powder in the water.

“Come on, drink it slowly.” Rig drink it in a few galop, panting as the pain slowly faded away. Sweat dripping from his face.

Rig been having nightmares and every time it ended with him wake up lashing out with severe headache. The drink the woman make is the temporary solution as the nightmare never went away.

“What do you mean?!”

“I mean the nightmare started since the day we met these two strangers, I keep having a dream of myself dying in the hand of a tall figure, choking me to death and I just keep falling in to the pit that doesn’t seems to have an end! I’m sick of this! I. Need. Answer!” Rig pacing the room and said.

“What make you think they have anything to do with the nightmare and your headache?!”

“I don’t know how to say it! I just know okay!” Rig really don’t want this conversation to keep going everyday, he need to act immediately.

“I forbid it”   “What? What are you saying?”

“Do you know how dangerous it is to go out to find someone that you don’t even know where they are? They might not be friendly like last time. I couldn’t risk this another time!”

“Risk what?! There is nothing you need to afraid of! Hel if anything happened  I will protect you!”

“I’m afraid of losing you!!” Rig shocked at what she said. He never think he is this important to her.

Getting soften Rig walk toward the woman and give her a warm hug.

“I will be fine, I might be losing a limb but I still can handle it. Remember last time I even able to hold his axe’s attack? I’m not that weak like you think I’m.”

Rubbing her back Rig trying to convince the woman. “What if bad thing happened? What if-”

“But I can’t staying here like this! I need to know the answer! I need to know who I’m!” woman eye shows a sign of sadness and sorrow.

“So you are leaving then..”

“That’s not what I mean-. Look, I just need an answer, then I will be back here. I’m not going to anywhere! Trust me!” Rig want the woman to have faith in him, he always keep his promise.

woman look in his eye and not saying a word for a moment, her eyes look confused and much more sorrow than ever.

“I- I don’t want to talk about this now. I need some sleep perhaps tomorrow we can talk again.”  “But-”    “Not now”

Rig see there is no chance to talk about it now, getting frustrated he sit outside the cottage, brush Ray’s fur.

She is just so stubborn! Why can’t she just listen to me for once!” Rig talking to Ray like she can understand his lament.

“I always listen to her, all the time Ray! Do this and that. Clean this wash that.” Ray neighed like she agree.

“Right? By the god she is just so- So.” Not sure what to describe he just left the word unspoken.

“I mean I appreciate she saved the from almost dying. But she can’t keep me here like this, it’s like I'm chained, Ray.” Ray nibble his hair.  “Hey! Are you even listening?!” Rig stopping Ray. Ray is always very fond of Rig if she can choose.

“I gotta know what happened to me..” Rig pat on Ray one more time, bid her goodnight and walk in.

It's very quiet in the house now, other than the crackling sound from the fireplace.

Rig sitting on his bed and look at the woman slumber.

Thinking how he still going to face the nightmare tonight again if he sleep, it just kinda pointless to fell asleep.

A mischief idea came across Rig’ mind. Sneak out to find out himself.

Rig try not to make any big noise, slowly getting himself ready, sword at the back. Standing at the front door, Rig look back at the woman sleeping sound and safe.

He hesitated, but soon he make up his mind to start his journey, to find the answer, then he will be back as promised. Door closed gently, now the room is getting colder than ever, the sunshine that stay here just left.

“Shit! This is cold!” Rig in the middle of the forest, trying to remember where they met the strangers named Kratos.

He saw the familiar ruins, there it is!  Approaching the center, no one is there.

Rig disappointed but wait! There are still a little smoke came out of the fireplace that has been put out. Great! They might not be far away, Rig hurried up trying to find any track and he can see the wolves track, they did say the wolves help to pull their sledge.

Rig shake his head try to Ignore the thought, no time for distraction. He need to act fast before he lose the chance to contact them.

“Brother, I think that’s enough for today eh? Let just head back to give the herb to Freya.”   “hmm”

“I still can’t believe we see him again! That prick! Although he does look a little different, no bifrost eyes, no golden teeth, but the face no mistake it’s him! And his arm that you blow off!”  “Hmm”

“If I guess, the lady that stand next to him is the one save him, but I’m not sure how he can revive the dead.”

“Speaking from the undead himself.”   “Ay ay I know, magic. Perhaps the lass know some magic to bring him back. I wonder if I see her before, she look familiar but I know don’t where I seen her before!”

“Enough of distraction, we should head back” Kratos put the head back ready to move.

“Well of course, but I think you will need to deal with him first, brother.” Kratos not sure what Mimir said, turned his head.

The silhouette in front of them not too far, revealed to be the person of the really topic. Rig.

“Hello Rig, it’s you again. You look well, where is the lady?” Rig not really want to answer that instead he asked.

“I’m here just for an answer I’m seeking from both of you.”

“Oh dear.. Guess we couldn’t just leave now brother”   “Hmm.” Kratos grunted, but didn’t reach for his axe.

“If you don’t want to tell me, I guess I just have to force it on you.”  Rig unsheathe his sword from his back, ready to do the worse if they don’t comply.

“Still impatience hard headed as always. I see.” The head said.

“What do you mean by that? You said like as if you knew me.”

“Kratos?” “Hmm” Kratos now holding the dangling head from his back.

“Well, I’m not sure if im doing the right thing at first, but since now you are here looking for answer, I suppose its fate you have to know.”  Fate, the word sound so sharp in Rig’ ear, he hate this word.

“First, I’m Mimir. The smartest man alive.”  “The undead” Kratos added.

“Aye aye, would you let me continue brother? ”  Kratos grunted.

“Well look, Rig. Indeed I knew you, when you are small that time I arrived in Asgard.” Asgard? The realm of god beings, how this head called Mimir say this? He met him in Asgard? That’s ridiculus.

“I know how it sound like.” Mimir saw his surprised face and added.

“Your name is not Rig, and nor that you are a ordinary mortal. You are the god of foresight, the herald of the Ragnarok and the son of the Aesir King, Odin. .. and the last time we met, you are ready to fight Kratos in the order of your father I assume, and you see,  thing went sour and we have to do what he have to, urg we--” Mimir rambling a long answer and getting a little uncomfortable at the last part, which Kratos help on.

“You wanted to kill us and I killed you.” Kraots continued.

“Simple and straightforward brother, you can’t just say that and expect him take this well.” Mimir said to Kratos.

This whole time when Mimir telling him, his mind been in a state that he is not thinking anymore, the things Mimir said is too much to take in at one shot.

Blank face stared at the two men. Rig take time to process his thought.

“It must be hard to accept this, but it seems like you didn’t die after we left. For this part we don’t have the answer you want, perhaps you can ask the lady, she found you maybe she know more detail.”

“No! She wouldn’t lie! She don’t know much..” Rig said.

“..Or perhaps the norms can help.”     “Mimir!” Kratos not really like the idea.

“Brother, if he going to know he will know eventually, and he doesn’t seems to be someone will harm Atreus anymore.”

“What if he will.” “...then you will be the one decide then.” Atreus, the name sound so familiar to Rig.

“The norms you said, are they able to give me the answer I need?”

“Well, they are the one  who see the future, and secret. No guarantee, perhaps they can help you, worth a try.” Mimir answered.

“Alright then, where is this norm at?” Rig wanting to get what he want no its what he need as soon as possible, he is impatience now.

“Well brother, what do you think?”    “Hmm.” Kratos nodded his head.

“Very well then, Rig, we can help you to find the norm, but do know that they don’t want to be found, this journey can be hard and it can be fruitless and knowing all this do you still want to follow?” Without hesitation Rig nodded, determined to find out the truth.

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“Look out Lad!” Rig dodged the attack of the trolls and finding the opening to attack it’s weak spot. One more strike the troll fell.

“Well, I didn’t know you are quite a fighter.” Mimir added.

“Enough to survive.” Rig swing his sword to shake off the blood. Rig hop back to the sledge and the wolves start pulling.

“You are really different compare to the last time I saw like-”

“A different person?” Rig added.  “Yeah”

“How I was like before?”     “Well..”    “So?”

“Spiteful vicious little shit, insult everyone as one of the hobby and daddy's lapdog.”

“Mimir.”  “Well he want to know the true, I don’t see the point of hiding it”

“..” Rig is quite shock on the statement Mimir made, did he really this bad? But why he will be like that if he is not now?

“You alright lad?” “I am.” “See Kratos, he take it well.” Kratos grunted.

Sun already set down, the trio finding a spot to rest.

Rig help to set up the fire despit Kratos insist to do it himself. Warm his own hand and Rig started to have more questions, he want to know more, about himself, about everything.

“So, you are the one kill me?” Rig look at Kratos with no grudge in his eye, the way Rig asked its like asking whether he had his breakfast or not.

Perhaps Rig don’t have the memories of that event, so he don’t really feel the hate.

“Hmm.” “And my limb.” Rig looking at his missing arm.  “Yes.” Rig like the way Kratos answer, straightforward to the point, no need to hide, after all he is here to look for the answer not comfort.

“And Mimir, you said I’m the god of foresight?”

“Yes lad. The herald of the Ragnarok too. You hold the Gjharllahorn that it sound will be hear across all realms and that’s the time for the end of the asgard.”

“God of foresight? You mean I can foreseen what is coming?”

“Yes lad, and no one ever able to lay a finger on you.”

“Until him shows up?” “Yes lad, it’s unfortunate but we only did what we can to protect ourselves.”  “That’s fair.”

“Now I wanna, know, do you prefer we call you Rig or our real name- Heimdall?” Mimir’s question did shake him a little, he always been Rig this whole time, and for him Heimdall sound so unkind, plus he is or used to be a prick to everyone based on what Mimir said.

“Just call whatever you like.” Not wanting to decide, he let them choose.

“Very well them, Rig it is. Honestly I like you more now.” Rig is speechless, perhaps he really is a spiteful vicious prick like what Mimir said earlier.

“Kratos, you mentioned someone name Atreus, who is him.” Rig continue his other question.

For some reason, Kratos did tense up a little when he asked him this. He have some concern whether he should tell him or not and probably thinking of the consequences and what to do if worse to come.

"..He is my son.” That’s the only thing Kratos said.

“You did spoke about him like I’m going to hurt him. What is his story?”

“Well lad, I think I can answer you that.” Mimir helped Kratos.

“Well you see, there is a prophecy of you-- well Heimdall and Atreus. They meant to kill each other when Ragnarök come. You did threaten to kill Atreus his son, so Kratos did what he have to.”

“To kill me.” Rig added. “Yes.” Kratos answered him. For some reason Rig understand what Kratos did instead of getting mad of the fact he killed him.

To protect someone they care and love, some time they have to do the worse thing.

Now suddenly Rig think of her, she probably now panicking and try to look for him. He left Ray there so she still able to go around with no trouble. He does care for her a lot, it just he need to know the truth before he come back as promised. He will not leave her.

“I’m sure your friend will be fine Lad.” Mimir able to pick up what he’s been thinking of.

“Yeah, she is strong.” “I have no doubt on that Lad.”

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 “Look at this, I think we might found them” The trio walk near a swamp, it look peaceful here.

“But there is no kelpie can bring us there.”

“We swim.” Kratos said.   “What?” Rig not really good at swimming.

“There is no other way” Kratos answered.

“But how can we swim so fast?! We could drown in halfway brother!”

“The talking head got a point.”    “It’s Mimir to you!”

“We will make sure of this weapon.”

“Oh-! With the enchantment we got from Sindri previously that can make spear keep going till it reach the target! ”    “Hmm.”

“What weapon?” Rig wonder. Kratos turned to face him, with just a second a spear appears in his hand. That’s some magic spear he got there, not sure how he manage to do it but it must be their friend Sindri made it for them as they mentioned his name quite some time when they talk about some magic tool and weapons.

“Ready?” Kratos ask Rig.

“Well what you want me to do?” Rig not sure what he want him to do, he only got one hand.

Without telling, Kratos just grab on the shirt front it back and jump in to the swamp.

“!!” Rig is shocked by what Kratos did, he don’t have time to react. Holding his breath and eye closed, he feel the current of the water as they somehow magically moving fast in the water.

The pressure did make Rig feel very uncomfortable as he don’t really spend time in water that much, especially under water.

Just when Rig couldn’t hold his breath anymore, they jump out of the water.

Rig lay on the ground coughing and trying to calm his breathing pace down. He doesn’t really appreciate get soaked in water, but if this is the only way to reach the norm, he will do it.

“Beware of delusion lad! The norm like to play on the seeker mind, to trick you in their illusion they created just for each of us.”

“Delusion?” “Yes lad, those who passed only will be able to see the norm.”

“And those who didn’t?”  “They stuck in the time and place and become insane.” That is not the answer Rig wished to hear.

Before Rig can ask further, the area is getting foggy and when he turn his head to find them, they are no place to be found.

“Mimir? Kratos?” No one answer.

“Where the hell are you two?!” Unsheathe his sword from the back, Rig ready himself.

Started to hear whispering from either both side of his ears, Rig groaned.

Suddenly he hear a woman voice. “Scion of the Aesir, or should I call a merely ordinary mortal?” look at his back trying to find the source of this mystery voice.

“Heimdall that see all, or Rig the one arm.” The voice giggling and continue.

“Always so loyal to his father, zealous believer of Odin, king of the Aesir, the raven king.” Rig getting frustrated swing his sword around as if he can hurt the mist around him.

The voice laugh and continue. Suddenly a silhouette appear in front of him.

It’s him, but more stylish, wearing black and white tunic with the iron platted garment at the bottom. A horn hanging at his back and the sword is exactly the same sword he have now.

The silhouette draw out a sword and branding on a much more short silhouette that look like a dwarf.

The scream of the dwarf can be heard, so haunting. The silhouette that look like Rig himself did nothing but laugh and continue torture the dwarf.

This haunt Rig heart, he knew from Mimir he is a prick back then but never he thought he went to this extend.

His silhouette now turn to face him and smile, ready to attack Rig, with no hesitation Rig fought back his own silhouette. “Come on! Show me what you got, Loki!!” The silhouette said.

“HAAA-!” Using his full strength Rig fight back and get the upper hand and before the silhouette can react, Rig slide it to half.

“Monster..” That’s the last word of the silhouette before it disappear.

Just when he thought it’s over, thousand of hand appear from the ground trying to drag him into the ground. Struggling Rig swings his sword and cutting off their hand, but it regenerate too soon. Right before he fully sink into the ground he heard someone call out his name. “Rig! Wake up lad!” Open his eyes, nothing actually happened, he is still standing at the same spot.

“That’s is what I mean delusion. Guess you seen yours too.” Rig didn’t answer, only trying to catch his breath after the fight with nothing but silhouette.

Entering the cave, it look marvelous with yellow strip hanging from the top, not sure if it’s a decoration or some organisms.

“Mimir the head, Kratos the ghost of sparta and Rig the one who forgot who he is or was enter the domain of the norm.”

“Here they come.” Mimir said and a woman voice Rig heard before mimic on what Mimir said too.

“This is always the fun part eh. Lad you can ask them now.” Rig now not sure how to start, trying to think of the way to ask.

“I wanna know-” “who am I” The norm continue Rig’s.

“Poor child don’t even know who he is or who he used to be.”

“The ignorant Aesir god or who used to be entering the domain to find his answer to all his question.”

“A shortcut indeed.”

“Asking the help of the very one who killed them, how pity. And the ghost of sparta can’t resist the urge to grunt.” “hmm”

“Just tell me how to gain back my memories, that;s all I asked.”

“Memories he said, he want to know what he did so badly he can’t move forward, ignoring all the actually important to him now.”

“The gods of foresight begging for help to gain back something he will soon regret. How tragic.”      “The fate of an Aesir god.”

“Perhaps he will crawl back to beg again when he realize what he did.”

Rig getting impatience. “Just tell me already!!”  “Missing the point here I see.”

Before Rig say again, one of the norm answered. “If this is what you wish, to break free from the spell that keep you so well behave, you have to get back what its content belong to you back from the lady. Holding it up high on the peak of the Midgard Mountain shall the sunlight break the bond and return your memories and power, good and bad.”

“What do you mean the content belong to me?”

“A magic crystal in the shape of a shell the woman hold, guess it would be obvious to you.” The norm giggled.

The shell! Rig remember the one he saw on her nightstand one night, she was protective of it and wouldn’t let him touch it or see it. There are some goldish color grow from the shell itself.

He always wonder what it is. Now look like that the key that holding everything back to him, why would she do that? Rig can’t understand.

“And before you said that’s all I need. You will know once the spell is broken, it can’t be fixed, nor the king of the aesir even able to help you or even you beg from us. Now, the Rig the mortal, how much it mean to you to get back what was once belong to you?”

"Everything.” Both Rig and norm said.

“Very well then, you have what you need and soon you will learn that “

“Perhaps you can learn more from the ghost of sparta, he know this very well.” “Hmm” Kratos getting irrated.

“We should go lad.”

Back to the surface, Rig have a lot in mind, after what the norms said.

“That’s was quite a journey eh. So have you decided yet lad.” Mimir asked Rig.

“Go and get back what belong to me, As the norms said.”

“Well I'm not sure why the lady hold the very thing that you need to get what you wanted, but I think it is out of good cause.”

“She lied.”

Rig not facing them and start walking to continue his journey.

“I will be my own now, ..thanks for the help.”

Both Mimir and Kratos didn’t say a word and watch him slowly walk away and disappear in the foggy weather.

“Oh boy, I hope we are doing the right thing.”

“He deserve to know the truth, that what you said to him”

“Aye aye, it just I didn’t expect the lady has something to do with it.”

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Rig couldn’t stop thinking why she hold the thing, the magic shell that hold him here, is she a witch?

Trying to put him in this character of Rig that don’t even exist? The more he think the more he pissed about it, about her.

She was someone he trusted. The time when he asked about himself and the time he been through the nightmare, she been pretend not knowing the whole time! How can she!

In Rig mind, she is slowly turn to a monster trying to drag him down to the dark puddle.

He started to hate her.

He might be hateful enough to use his sword on her if she refused to gave it to him.

Rig walked for not sure how long, he can see the familiar cottage. Slowly he approach, his only objective here is to get the shell and run away, but if he couldn’t avoid to come in contact with her.

Unsheathe his sword to be ready if the worse happened.

Slowly pushing the door, she is not around but Ray is still here mean she wouldn’t been far.

It’s the chance.

Running through her nightstand, bed frame and storage. No sign of the shell.

“Shit! Where is it!!” Rig cursed, she might be back anytime soon.

Perhaps Rig don’t want to come in the contact with her, or else he will be force to use his sword, he will get back what is his, no matter what it cause.

Especially after all this time she been hiding and lie to him, it make her so unforgivable, just a thought about her make him frown.

The house is a mess now, Rig unbox all her belonging and still no sign of the shell.

She might be holding it, that witch! Just when he planning on the next move, he realized there is one more place he didn’t check, his bed.

It couldn’t be, but it worth to check. Kneel down and check the floor under the bed, there is nothing, but something that stick on the upper side of bed frame catch his eye, a small box with almost the same color as the bedframe and almost blend in.

Looking at his hand now with the small box, he unboxes it. the familiar golden glowing from inside.

“There it is! I got it!” Before he can be relieved, the footstep from outside is approaching this house.

She is back.

Rig steadied himself, thinking whether should he wait until she come in and confront her on this, or just left.

Closing eyes Rig decided to left from the back windows.

There is nothing he need to say to her anymore, nor that he should care what she have to said. It will be more lie from her.

Not looking back the second time, Rig leap out the windows and start running.

He can hear her voice, she must have found out what he did.

Not wanting to see her, Rig just keep running.

“Rig!!!” She cried out.

Her voice is like a spell that hold him in place, Rig stop running, he never hear her so out of place.

Turning back his head, he want to ask what she did this, but a harsh words came out instead.

“Stay.Away. From me! You witch! You are really a good lie huh? The whole time!? You rather see me suffer than help me?!”

Rig looked at her for a few second before open his mouth again.

“You are a monster.” Said with no emotion attach to him.

“Wait I can explain--!” Before she can finish, Rig unsheathed his sword, a way of telling her he don’t care about what she going to say anymore.

He starts to walk again, not looking back anymore, the only thing he can hear is hear crying.

Usually, Rig will be very worried of what make her cry like this and will definitely make others pay for what they did to her, but now he couldn’t care much.

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What awaits Rig is the tall mountain in front of him, he need to reach the top using the sunlight to break the spell. Walking in the abandoned mining site, he can sense there are troll and hel-walker lurking around.

With no fear in his eyes, he killed all of them, in a rage of been lied at and how he is so dumb never suspect anything.

Notice the lever that can help get him to the top of the mountain but is broken.

Rig might be capable of hunting and doing chores but fixing such things is not in the list.

“ughh!! Shit!” Getting frustrated more he punched the handler.

“Isn’t that the sacseed of the All-fucker!” Rig turned around hand ready on the weapon.

“No need to get so crancky. This broken pieace of chunk wouldn’t get you to the top of the mountain even if you kill me little shit.”

“...Can you fix it?”  “What now?”

“Can. You. Fix it.”

“Is that a question or an order, don’t answer I don’t take shit from anyone, will it cause you your dick if you ask nicely. Guess this is the all fucker gene to be impolite to anyone.”

“Could you help me…please.”

“that’s more like it!” Rig is speechless at the way the dwarf speak. As long as he can help him to get to the top he wouldn’t mind.

“I need the shining stone with blue light oozing from it at that corner” “What?”

“Are you going to help now or you just going to sit here and wait like a piece of crap!” Rig sighed and make a move to get what the dwarf want and so he think this is the only material he need, no there is more.

Rig grunt every time he is asked to get more stuff.

“Alright, that should work now. Go and try it.” The dwarf step aside.

Rig get into the lever and turned the handler and it move. It works at last.

“Well look at that, aint dwarf works is some magic.”

“It sure is.” Rig have to agree on that, the dwarf just make it out of nowhere.

“What your name dwarf.” “Brok!” The dwarf shout from the ground.

“..Alright Brok, thanks for the help. Appreciate it.” Rig look down and said.

“Aren’t you Heimdall?” That’s doesn’t sound like a question to him.

For some reason he hestitated. He is not going to use the fake name the witch gave to him but Mimir said when he was Heimdall he is prick to everyone.

This can be change, he is not what they think he is anymore, everyone is capable of changing.

“Yes, I am. I’m Heimdall.” At last he decided to abandon that fake name Rig.

He do like his name Rig though, but continue to call himself Rig make him sick.

”I guess I’m going to see you more you little turd.”

Reaching to the highest, he can see the top of the mountain now.

He started to running toward to reach the mountain. It come to the hard part, there is no stair for him to walk to the top, the last few step he is going to be break free form the spell.

Grunted loudly, he try to think of a wait. No he can ask the dwarf nor that Kratos and Mimir nearby.

“You gotta be kidding me.” Looking at his only hand. This is not going to stop him, he will do it if he have to.

He can see there are lot of overgrown root dangling from the top, biting on the root and one hand start moving up, he start to climb, with mouth take place of the lose arm.

There are time he almost fall, but it didn’t stop him.

“God damn it!” Reached the top he lay on the ground and pant.

So, here he is. The final moment he will be free from the spell. Standing on the top of the mountain, he has the shell in his hand now.

Thinking of her, all the thing she did to make him suffer, but also all the good time they have, how she always look out for him.

It’s really just a lie isn’t? He think again, feeling numb.

Sunlight now shine on the mountain, holding his hand high with the shell.

The sunlight shine into the crystal like shell and soon he can feel some power inside, ready to burst out and it did.

A power that is so great it break free from the shell and shattered it, he fell to the ground from the force and right at he open his eyes the golden energy flow into his eyes.

“AHHHH!!!” It hurt so much he struggle on the ground.

Right after the energy flow into  his eyes, he fell the power of it, he can hear and see so far so many details its overwhelming.

The next thing come in, which is his memories of everything, Asgard, father, brothers, duty, Gjallarhorn, Gulltoppr, Atreus, Kratos and her!

Overwhelm with the foresight, Heimdall try to calm himself down and shut of his sense.

That was his wife.

Heimdall sitting on the ground and try to process the excessive information that flow back to him.

“Shit.” Heimdall eyes now is fuel with bifrost, a golden color shine like his brother Tyr or Mimir.

The spell his father put on him is no longer on him. The spell that keep him to read his father mind, he knew long time ago his sensed something from his father, the loyality to Asgard and his people, but before Heimdall can know more, the spell already casted on him. A gift his father said.

At the last part of his memories is Kratos strangle him to dead.

“Kratos” Heimdall frowned, at this point he not sure if he still hate him cause he knew what his father did but still doesn’t change the fact that Kratos killed him.

Heimdall stand up and look down the mountain.

The small cottage is not visible from here, it was deep in the middle of the wood. Heimdall have to get back to her.

The whole time she was his wife, wanting to know why his wife did this Heimdall trying to read her from this far as he located the cottage in his mind, but he can’t sense anything like there is no one alive in the small house nor that he can sense here anywhere nearby the house too.

Heimdall getting nervous of what happened.

Using the same way Heimdall lower down to the lever and start to get down back to the mine.

“Look like you get what you wanted!” Brok spoke.

“Hey you dwarf! Open up a passage let me back to my house!” Heimdall said in hurried.

“You really just changed like that huh, is your manner went like the goat fart in the hurricane?!”

“Look, I’m not in the mood to argue with you dwarf—I mean- Brok. I need to get back now!” Heimdall trying to sound polite.

Brok mumbling something and he walk to grab a stone and tossed to him.

“Now, grab on the stone and think of the place you want to go and say Hvergi and your fat ass will end up landing the place you want to be you very welcome!”

With no hestitation, Heimdall think of the cottage in the forest of Midgard.

“Hvergi!” A bright blue portal open behind him and he fell in.

Fell on the ground is the familiar cold. The small cottage is still the same but something is different, he can’t sense anyone inside.

Open the door, he can’t find her at all, but a letter on the table under the small wood carved of himself.

Reading on the letter Heimdall feel the pain and tear threaten to fall.

That was a Vanir spell to she learn from Freya, use it to bring him back.

Getting all this four part of his soul to revive him. But knowing the moment she revive him, he is just going to be control again by Odin his father blind him with fake lies and soon he is going to go after Kratos again.

She decided to do more than just revive him.

She pull out every memories and power from his body and put in the container that was forged with bond of her soul, because of that she will die the moment he gain back his memories and power that break the shell, due to the soul binding to the shell, her soul would not be able to reach the light of Alfheim.

The more Heimdall read the more it hurt him, she went to that extend to make sure he will be free from his father curse.

Tear dropping on the letter, causing the word to blur out.

Looking at her last three word.

He cries silently.

Heimdall sitting outside of the the cottage, letting the snows to fall and cover him.

Despite of getting back everything, he seems lifeless than before.

He just killed the one who loved him the most and the last thing he said to her is so unkind - monster.

Heimdall been sitting the same spot for a long time, he can’t stop thinking of what he done.

These two years was the happiest time of his life, the last gift she gave to him out of love.

“Don’t leave me alone..” No one answer Heimdall but the cold wind.

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“Allfather, there is a situation outside the wall. You need to see it.” Sif said in a hurry.

“Sif, what’s the matter? Is everything fine in the new Midgard?”

“The refugees is fine, but someone unusual come.” It alert Odin, no one able to reach Asgard without him notice or agreement.

After the Ragnarok, thing turn into a way Odin never thought of, a long-term truce between the enemies, as long as Odin would not interfere the affairs in other realms and withdraw all his soldiers back, they will not attack on Asgard.

Seeing the opportunity to extend his time and his obsession on the mask, he too saw fit to agree.

So the Ragnarok was ended even before it can start, it seems like this is also the reason the winter in Midgard never stop too.

Odin transported by his raven landed in the new Midgard, try to see what Sif has told him the unusual someone.

Sensing someone from his back, hand on his spear ready if the stranger make a move.

“All father” The familiar voice.

“Heimdall?” Odin is shocked to see him standing infront alive.

Heimdall cover  himself with a rag he grab from his house trying to keep his profile low, Odin notice something different from him apart the missing limb.

His eyes its no longer with the loyalty spell he put on him.

“Heimdall! My son!” Odin trying to hug Heimdall, but Heimdall move a step backward.

Odin speechless at him, dropped his hand to his side.

“Where have you been? I sent out the einherjar to find you but no one can find you.”

Heimdall knowing what his father thinking, instead of tearing his father fake mask, he play along.

“I was saved by my wife. She kept me save in a small place in Midgard to heal me back to live.”

“For two years?” Odin question his son.

“Yes.”

“Well.. I don’t know what to say son, but I’m happy that you are back. Come come, it’s been a long time you back to home” Odin put handle on Heimdall’s shoulder.

Home, the word only sound right when he back to the small cottage in the Midgard with his wife together, work together, hunt and eat together, time flies and now they become the most precious memories to him.

“All father”   “Thor! Look at who I found today! Heimdall! He is back to home.” Odin said.

“Heimdall..”   “Thor.” Heimdall call out.

“Where the hell have you been, do you know the shit we been through to gain the peace?! Where the hel have you been!!” Thor enraged by the Heimdall, especially seeing how calm he is after all these time disappear.

Thor was one of them who search for Heimdall, in fact he is the one search for longest even the Einherjar retreated to Asgard, he did fall back to drink for quite some time because of it too.

Yes their family is dysfunctional, but Thor deep down still care for his brother despite them being reckless, ruthless, being on enemies side or went insane.

Heimdall know how Thor feel toward him too, his abilities can read it from his mind that in Asgard other than his wife, Thor is the one care about him the most.

“Answer me!!” Enraged Thor grab on Heimdall’s rag and pull toward him.

Thor’s eyes are fuel with rage, maybe the next second he might throw Mjolnir at him, but Heimdall know he wouldn’t cause his foresight didn’t see that in the path.

“Enough Thor!!” Odin ordered Thor to stop.

“Heimdall is back, this is the only important thing!”

Heimdall know the meaning behind this, so he can be his pawn again and use as he see fit, not caring even a little for his sons.

Baldur wouldn’t die if he genuinely care.

Heimdall keep his thought to himself, he have to be smart this time, couldn’t let his father to has the chance to place a hand on him again.

“Come on son, we got to celebrate! This is a good news to Asgard. The guardian of the realm is back!” What a lovely title his father gave to him.

“I’m not here to feast. I’m just here to talk and I will have to go.”

“Why son? You just back.” Odin sound confused, but he know his father is smart, everything he do is just an act.

“I have to get my wife back.”

“What happened to her? Is she alright?” His father asked.

“..She die in the process of saving me.”

Not trusting his father anymore, Heimdall tell him half true and half lie. She did died because of him.

“I’m so sorry son, I’m sorry really.” Odin trying to comfort him.

Not wanting to continue this conversation with his father.

“Thor, Where is Sif?”

“Why you ask, she is in the mead hall.”

Not wanting to waste his time, he walk out.

“Son, where are you going?”    “I will be back to Asgard again.”

Odin feeling frustrated but not stopping him, with no spell on him its hard to make him listen.

Now Asgard is in peace, Odin don’t feel the urge to need his son to stay, he could go as he please but when time come he sure will put collar back on him again, that's the promise Odin think to himself. Not wanting to waste his time, Odin back to his study continue his obsession on the mask.

“Heimdall. You are back”

“Sif, there are something I need your favour.” Sif is surprise this is the Heimdall he know, the way he look and talk now is so different to how he used to be.

“If a person die due to the spell that bonding their soul is broken, will there be a chance they can be save?” Sif is shocked at the question he asked, not wanting to question why he asked.

“Heimdall, If that person die of because of the spell broken, their soul will be gone too, there won’t make it to Alfheim and they won’t be going to Vahalla either.”

She hate to break this news to him, he look very desparate and eyes full of sorrow that he never seen from him before, but he have to know.

“I’m sorry Heimdall, whoever you are trying to bring back is gone.”

“You are the goddess of earth and family, surely there is something you can do!” Heimdall raising his voice, not able to see it through and he refuse to accept the fate his wife is gone and not even her soul can be find.

“Heimdall, I’m sorry there is nothing I can do, perhaps the only person that can help you is All-father former wife.”

“I asked Freya before..she can’t help.”

“If she can’t, what make you think I can? Heimdall you need to face the reality. No one ever gone like this can be bring back.”

Sif touch his shoulder before she left. Left Heimdall standing there not moving at all.

After that, Heimdall just left Asgard, without saying a word to anyone.

He back to the small cottage, no one know why, but he keep staying there for the past few months.

Perhaps he trying to cope with the sadness of losing his dear one.

His hair is growing longer, not caring to shave, his bread grow too.

He’s been writing lot of letter, all the thing he was going to say to his wife.

How much he miss her and how much he love her and will bring her back no matter what.

There are so many letter it’s literally everywhere, a spark will start up a big fire to burn this whole house down.

The winter in Midgard stopped not long ago too, as if the winter stopped cause Heimdall is back, perhaps it’s really the reason.

Grass around the house is growing, the sunshine on the greenery field make it look a heaven.

If only his wife can see it. Sometime Heimdall just sit at the small port they made, wait his love that will never be back again.

Not sure how long it has been, he back to Asgard again, this time it seems Heimdall will leave again for a quite a long time before he will be back again.

“Thor.”

“The hel you scare me, don’t just suddenly shows up like this” Thor getting scared by his sudden appearance.

“What is it this time? You decide to come back and pick up your duty again?”

“No, I’m going to leave to earth for a long time, I won’t be back soon.”

“Earth? You mean Midgard?”

“No, the other Earth.”

“What the hel you want to-”

“To find my wife.”

“Heimdall, you really can’t just accept it don’t you.” Thor does not understand his brother action at all. How long he will be away this time? Ten years? Hundred years?

“..”Heimdall not giving him any answer cause his brother already know.

“Just come back once you done. Don’t be too long.”

“Before I leave, I need you to make sure Asgard will be safe.”

Although Heimdall been betray by his father but his love to this realm is still the same.

This place is also the place him and his wife used to live their lives.

Now to think back, he was so naïve back then and not knowing the time they spent is so short and precious.

“..I will, I will take care of Asgard.” Thor answered.

Heimdall about to go.

“And watch over father, make sure he didn’t do anything reckless this time.” Thor watch Heimdall walking away.

“Thank you, Thor.”

That’s was the last word Heimdall say before he teleport.

Thor is surprised by his brother being polite and appreciate others help, not knowing how to react, Thor started to laugh loudly.

His younger brother sure changed a lot.

No one know how long Heimdall has gone. five years? ten years? Or way longer than that.

The small cottage now is covered with overgrown grasses, the rooftop is full of big hole, water leaking in. Weed and fungus growing inside making their new kingdom.

Now it just looks like the ruins near by the house.

Heimdall standing on the seashore, he reached the earth.

Walking follows the line of waves he watches the sun set.

He who so eagle-eyed that he can see the least movement a hundred leagues away.

He who can hear grass growing and the sound of wool on a sheep’s back growing.

Away from his home Asgard, come to the earth, searching the soul of his dear one.

One day he might bring his love one back to Asgard with him.

To rejoice with his love one.

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Heimdall x Reader ⎯⎯  From Dusk till Dawn [Chapter 6]

Night 6  (Heimdall X  F!Reader)

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✎  Summary: Fanfic of reader married to Heimdall cause Odin wanting a grankid.

✎ Word count: 1.5k

✎  Title:  From Dusk till Dawn

✎  Chapter: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] ... more  // trying to publish as much as possible.

✎  Note: Im not a writer, its the first time I want to write something on a character I like alot.

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After that night, you two are getting a little close to each other, at least that is what it seems like. Perhaps its after what you two did, to finally be one intimately, and now every night when your husband back to the bed chamber, he always find a chance to start getting touchy and get intimate, even when you sit on chair doing work, he will just stand behind you and start teasing, in anyway you can think of.. “Isn’t that your wifey duty to take care of your husband needs?” As he said, which one time you trying to reject him as you too busy doing preparation for your work next day.

Today you have been way too busy than usual working on the new mission assigned by All-father, checking on the dwarves’ progress on the new mining site, a dwarf leader named Durlin has been making a scene and on this. You still remember Durlin was the rebel lead of the Dwarves, you may not be part of the war but you did know some of the story from the Asgardians gossiping in the mead hall. Durlin has certain demand before they will start working on the new mining fields and you been trying to negotiate with them which now still with one more demand left – “to grant the dwarves the right to trade in other realms with other species. ” which you will need to get permission from All-father and All-father been away the whole day, your work come to a halt.

Since there is nothing much you can do at this point, the only thing on your mind is to go back and rest, perhaps tomorrow morning All-father will be back to discuss the dwarves matters. “haahhh--” You sighed loudly in a long breath, this is so much work you think to yourself. “Welcome back, wife” You already heard your husband voice even before you open the door.. He really has this weird habit.

“It’s quite rare to see you back so late hm, did you get lecture by the Svartalfheim’s sow hm?” Heimdall sat on the chair, reading his diary. “It was the mission in Svartalfheim, their leader demand something and now left the last one, I need All-father agreement on that.” Rubbing your eye, you said.

“Durlin huh” Heimdall responded. “How you know his name is Durlin?” You questioned. “Well, he is one of my dear old friend I knew from the battlefield, and I gave him a little special treatment” Heimdall been sarcastic again, you know what he mean little special treatment and you remember the scar on Durlin’s head, perhaps that’s his so called special treatment he gave to him. “Yes, to remind that traitor to never bite the hand that feed them.” Heimdall replied to your thought.

You want to avoid talking about war, it’s not really your favorite topic. Putting your equipment on top of another table, you try to catch your breath from the long working hours going back and forth multiple time both Asgard and Svartalfheim the whole day.

“How was your day?” It’s just one of your habits asking such questions, Heimdall found it annoying the first few times but now he just get used to it. “haa- it was fine. Next question.” Turning to the next page he said. You smiled at the way he talks, it’s funny for some reason.

But now you do have something in mind that you have been curious about the whole time since the first day of your marriage, the diary. “Why do you keep reading your diary? It’s the thing you always do when you get back. Seems like you’ve been reading the same few pages over and over.” You probably now regret asking it to cause the way he looks at you is not what you call friendly.

“Sorry..if I crossed the line...” Not wanting to meet his eye, you turn your head continue to clean yourself and change your clothes to your night wear. It is quiet the whole time after you asked that question. You really regret it now, it was dumb.

Getting the book you bought from the Svartalfheim market about wood carving, you lay on the bed to face the window and start reading it. Not sure after how long, you heard Heimdall preparing himself to sleep too. You tense up a bit when he joins you on the bed, hoping he is not mad at you, it will be hard for you to fall asleep when you know someone hate you just next to you.

You felt his hand on your waist, slowly feeling your skin and starting to move up. “hm!” You squeaked at his hand motion, it’s tickle. You grab his hand but not because you want him to stop. “It was my mother’s diary.” Heimdall finally told you what it was and quite a surprise as you don’t expect him to told you especially something belong to his mother, he never actually talk about his mother at all. The suspension after his answer, you gently squeak his hand to get him some comfort.

“That few pages were the page she wrote about me.” Heimdall snuggles his head on your neck and continues. It’s really a very rare sight to see Heimdall to be so vulnerable, even more vulnerable than the time you two get intimate. Heimdall is always a prick to everyone even to you when you both are still not married to each other yet. You still remember the Asgardians complain about the god of foresight how he purposely spills his mead on the floor so the lady not able to have her midday rest. He also a jerk to you too way before you two put in this arranged marriage, he purposely throw your notebook that you accidentally left in the mead hall as you getting too busy into the nearby pond and he told you he thought it was just some garbage and doing you a favor to clean your mess, what a prick. You still remember it took you a week to fully dry your notebook, the content is too valuable to throw away. “I see..” Cut off your own thoughts and you replied back to Heimdall, not sure what to say. You can feel his breath on your neck and his hand trying to turn your body to face him and you comply.

“…” Still silent and you decided to break it. “Do you know where she is now?” You really want to test the water to see if the dreki monster will come out and bite you. “..not sure, her last few pages doesn’t sound happy about Asgard, so she definitely not here..” Heimdall closed his eyes and spoke. That’s kinda make you sad to think that his mother left Asgard, things must be hard for him even he never say any--. “Don’t you dare feel pity for me.” That’s sound like an order to you. “I’m not pity you, I feel sad about it.”  You answered genuinely. Heimdall opens his eyes look into your eyes, you know he is searching something, a falsehood of the statement you make just now. Heimdall is very prideful, he can’t stand people feeling pity for him, this applies to his wife too. You cradle his face with your one hand, kissed on his forehead. And yes, that’s how he started to get in the mood and demanding more from you and things start to get messy..again.

After some time the wave of pleasure finally cooled down, both of you cuddle for sometime before felling asleep.

“Hey, can I ask you another question?” You want to make sure he will answer you or you can drop it if he is not happy about it. “haa--- I knew this going to happen..go on..” Heimdall sighed and put his head on top of your head, and one hand feeling your belly. “I saw the scar on your back, what happened?” You go on. “Is this your hobby to poke on people weak spot?” Heimdall looked at you and said it in a sarcastic way, this is a good sign that means he is not angry.

“..it was when Baldur still a brat, even he still is now. I was not paying attention to him as I thought he won’t be too physical and hurt me in anyway. He threw a spear at me just for fun as he thought I definitely will dodge it.” Baldur, his younger brother was very active when he was a kid and hardly see he sit at one place, he always running around the whole city causing trouble although he didn’t mean it. You put on hand on the scar to feel it. It did give Heimdall a weird but pleasurable sensation as he trembles when you move your hand across the scars. That’s cute you think.

Heimdall has been feeling your belly the whole time whenyou two talk. You looked at him and he just stared at you silently. “..?” Raising your eyebrows signal him to tell you if anything wrong, but he just imitates your face expression and continue feeling your belly but changed to use his finger drawing circle on your belly. “oh.” Realized what he means, that’s the only word came out of your mouth.

“I think it’s a boy.” He looked at you.

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Heimdall x Reader ⎯⎯  From Dusk till Dawn [Chapter 5]

Night 5  (Heimdall X  F!Reader)

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✎  Summary: Fanfic of reader married to Heimdall cause Odin wanting a grankid.

✎ Word count: 2.8k

✎  Title:  From Dusk till Dawn

✎  Chapter: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] ... more  // trying to publish as much as possible.

✎  Note: Im not a writer, its the first time I want to write something on a character I like alot.

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One of the cultures in Asgard, All-father will held feast at the mead hall occasionally to reward the Aesir, the Asgardian and the einherjar for their loyalty and hard work for the sake of Asgard. Tonight, is one of the many nights everyone will join in mead hall feasting and drinking.

Normally you only join not more than one hour and you will be back to your room since you don’t drink and you don’t really hang around to gossip with others either, mostly just exchange a few words just to be polite.

“Woah! Isn’t this the newly wedded couple, how lovely to see you two to getting along” You heard Baldur not far from you, he placed his hand on your shoulder and one on Heimdall who sat next to you. “Get your filthy hand off me” Heimdall hissed.

“Still not very friendly as always, my brother? How can you even get married to this beautiful lady here” Baldur trying to sniff on your hair even you know he can’t feel, taste or smell anything, its almost like he doing it purposely just to piss Heimdall. Not sure what to say, you smile awkwardly at Baldur’s comment on you.

 “y/n did my brother treat you well huh?” Baldur putting both hand on your shoulder lean on you, which is too close. “If he is no good to you, you can always come to me the god of light and peace haha, Nanna wouldn’t mind a second --” Heimdall gave Baldur a punch in the stomach before he can finish.

They better not fight at time like this, but what can you say. “Would you kindly shut up already, brother?” Heimdall barked at Baldur. “I mean what I say y/n, my door is always open for you” Baldur continued, completely ignoring Heimdall.

Refuse leaving your side, Baldur now sit right next to you, laying his head on the table facing both of you, his eyes swiftly moving between you two like he trying to find something out.

“You with kid yet?” Baldur asked. “huh?” The question from Baldur suddenly hits you and you don’t understand what he is trying to say.

“Guess not haha, perhaps you need from help from me hm?” Baldur grinned at you while toying with your hair. Honestly his blue eye is breathtaking like a pool of cool icy ocean that can drown you if you are not careful, staring at you makes you feel like deer in headlight. You blushed as Baldur trying to flirt, not sure what to say, you decided to just continue eating your food.

“Is Nanna forget to put a leash on you or what? Can you stop your mating call attempt on my wife?” Heimdall is losing his patience toward his brother, he looks daggers at him. “Why don’t you just go and do your wife till her brain out, oh wait I forgot, you can’t get hard at all. HA” expecting Baldur will get angry on Heimdall insult, but it’s exactly the opposite.

Baldur is getting intrigued, moving closer and closer. “Who knows brother, maybe y/n will be the one to broke this curse, you never try you never know.” Baldur grabbing your hand trying to put it on his chest, and before he can do that, sword piercing his hand. Heimdall is pissed, getting humiliated in front of everyone, and Baldur seems too willing to start the fight.

“Enough you two” and Thor shows up. Heimdall is totally not pleased with his older brother interfering in this.

“Well well, isn’t it nice to have your brothers around, how sweet. Thor why don’t you mind of own business and get out that here. Me and my other half-brother have something to talk about, take your leave and go! Nor that you should care.” Heimdall sneered at Thor.

“Well, you are right, not that I care, but the All-father who witnessed the this whole nonsense might not be pleased with you two. Perhaps you two should just cut. it. out.” Thor drinking again and walked away without paying much attention to this mess.

Thor is always the one to stop the fight between his two younger brothers, it used to be Tyr’s job but after the incident Tyr is no longer around..and you missed him. You always like talking to Tyr, he is so gentle and kind to everyone, you like to hear his story where he has been traveling around other realms and pantheon. His voice is always soothing and makes you feel safe around him.

Both Baldur and Heimdall decided to just drop it, Heimdall was so pissed with Baldur he didn’t notice All-father was standing not too far and looking in their direction sighing and shaking his head.

Baldur’s wife, Nanna coming to Baldur side was worried what he did to provoke Heimdall. Hope Nanna didn’t overheard what Baldur been suggesting..this will be awkward.

You turned your head to another side to avoid conversation with them and noticed Heimdall get up from his seat. “urm, Heimdall?” “Just peeing.” And off he goes.

Now it is just you with Baldur and Nanna at your side. Great..

You never talked to Nanna before, she seems friendly, but you can’t tell. There is one time you saw her shouting at her handmaiden although you are not sure what happened that make her so furious. You really don’t want the god of joy, peace and moon hate you now, dealing with Heimdall is enough.

“Well- I guess I’m going to get some fresh air.. guess I will see you guys later” You smiled awkwardly and started to walk before Baldur call you again to continue.

Standing outside the great lodge you trying to find place to just relax and the first place that come to your mind is that wall. Most of the time no one will come up there during this time, you can have your peace for a while. Reached the top, stroll around and finally back to your usual spot.

The memories of you sleeping up here are flashing in your head. Every night was cool and quiet, with the moonlight shining on your face as if the moon watched you fall asleep. It was peaceful.

Not sure how long you stay, you heard your husband voice from behind. “Will there even a time you able to stay at one place?” Looks like he went back to mead hall to find you but to no available.

Feeling sorry, you try not to look at him. He is still standing behind you with his hand crossed. “Hey.. urm welcome back?” You tried. “Just stop it, you always make things awkward.”

“You can go back first; everyone is there and having good time.” You continue. “Who know if you going to try catch the moon again and I don’t want to be the one clean up the mess you made after you fell to dead.” He still remembers what happened last time which is embarrassing.

“…I’m not drunk.” You tried to deny. “sure, you are not.” He continues. “I mean it, I only drink one tankard.” “sure.” “…” Now you not sure what to say anymore, and trying to find any topic to talk about.

“ha--Let just go back already, I’ve been staying on the wall long enough.” Sighed, Heimdall getting impatient ready to go back and you trying to catch up on him.

Walking beside him, you peek on his face from your eye corner, you wonder if he still mad from what Baldur said just now.

“Try not to stay to close to that fool.” Heimdall keep walking. “Why? He doesn’t mean what he said.” You replied. “Haa--aren’t you very naïve? Unlike you, I know him well and better than you, what he capable to do to get what he wants.”

Both of you reached the platform and Heimdall started it. And out of nowhere, he walks closer to you, way too close that his face fully occupies your peripheral view, and his glowing bifrost eye like it wants your soul.

“Unless, you like the idea of infidelity..” Shocked for what he just said you are speechless and just stared back at him with mouth slightly open. Heimdall is trying to find if you have the intention of such disgrace so he can torture you with it, but he is unlucky.

Heimdall might not be in love with you….yet, but he is not someone can stand disloyalty especially his spouse who should be on his side no matter what.

The word disloyalty makes him saw Freya face in his mind and it make him frown. Despite what Freya told him before the night she left, he still believes she is the traitor, unfaithful c*nt. His father loved her despite her being from Vanir and granted her so many wishes even himself don’t want to count.

Heimdall also the one who inform All-father that Freya is running away and whereabout too. Everything All-father casted on Freya is what she deserved. “I didn’t agree to what he said, he clearly just joking and teasing you to make you mad come on.” Your voice brings Heimdall back from his thought. You now getting a little mad for what he trying to paint you as such person. As if this arranged marriage is not enough, what he said just now is literally putting salt on your wound. Don’t even started on the spell he casted on you not long ago, it pissed you for the next few days and only recently you just calm down and accept it, plus All-father claimed he will always watch over you.

Not wanting to stand next to him, you move one step ahead with your hands crossed and wait for the platform to reach the ground.

Perhaps he is overstepping here but he is not going to apologize, not in a million year. Instead, he is going to make use of the spell he casted on your earlier this week to interfere and manipulate your emotion toward him.

When you turned your head back to look at him again, he smirks as he knew he succeeded cause your face expression getting gentler and no more frowning. “Stop looking at me like this.. its creepy..” You blushed from the way he looked at you. “Oh? Should I ask for permission to just look at you now, wife?” Yeah.. just as usual..

Return to great lodge, the first person that you see is guess what Baldur again “look! The lovely couple is back from their short honeymoon, do you have fun yet y/n?” Heimdall groan at Baldur comment. Nanna grab on Baldur hand pulling him back to his table not wanting the fight to start again.

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You started to drink more, this time with Thor. Thor is good at drinking cause this is the eight tankard and he is still standing tall, while you wobbly back and forth. Your mind is foggy now, everything that comes to your mind is silly and funny.

Started to giggle you looked at Thor who asked you to join him drinking. Before you can, a hand behind you snapped your drink. “Is it your habit to fuddle someone’s wife when your wife is not around to drink with you, you drunken fool.”

Thor totally ignored Heimdall and just kept drinking, this is not the first time he said something like this, there are worse. “Heyyy No one force me to drink- just chill-” Did his wife just ask him to chill? Chill? You can’t believe this women.

Because of the alcohol, you can’t stand still. You are trying to hold on to Thor who stands next to you to balance yourself since he is so tall, but Heimdall was quick enough to hold your hand first that make your head lays on his shoulder. His hand is holding your waist, so you won’t fall and make a scene and embarrass him.  “You know, Heimdall, you are much cuter when you talk normally or not talking at all.” Even you don’t mean it, but your comment insulted him.

“You women are so--” Heimdall paused on what he trying to say, turning his head to look at your eyes.

He can sense something from you, it was due to the spell and your body is sending some kind of emotion or feeling to him, it feels hot on cheat and slightly trembling with heart beating faster than usual. He just realized; you are in heat.

It’s quite interesting to see you in this state, which is rare, and he wanted to continue teasing you and see how far you can go, so Heimdall pulled you closer to him, hand tighten on your waist and let your whole body lean on him.

While watching you, Heimdall drinking your mead. “mm….” Closed your eyes you mutter, face rubbing on his chest while both hand hugging on Heimdall.

Despite had his way with some women before just to satisfy his need, this time felt different. Perhaps because you are his wife, or you are doing this in public, but he is not sure. There was something about you hugging him tightly and being so lovey-dovey toward him, it’s very different compare to his experience with other women.

His heart beating faster just looking at what you are doing. Continue drinking what is left in your mug, Heimdall’s hand slowly moving from waist to lower, grabbing firmly... Thor is watching you two the whole time, peek from his eye corner, enjoying this rare sight of his brother doing such thing.

“Shit..” Heimdall now remembers the spell, he is now feeling the same thing you have been feeling. He still want to enjoy this rare sight of you before gets to the main business.

Just when he still thinking whether he should just take you back to bed chamber now or staying here. Suddenly he noticed you are looking at him, raising his brows and waiting to see what you up to, you kissed him on his lip without saying anything.

Heimdall was hesitated to do anything further as you are drunk and he don’t wanna do it when you are like this, it’s like doing with a corpse, but now he sees this as an invitation to continue. He kisses you back and things get hotter.

Your hand moved from his waist to cradle his face and toying his hair. “Get a room you two!” Baldur out of no where said and laugh at both of you. Heimdall reply Baldur by throwing the tankard that was on his hand at his face, so hard it echoing the mead hall.

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The door got kicked open with full force, Heimdall bridal carry you into the bed chamber belong to you two, it was dark, but the moon light helps him to see better.

This whole time while he is carrying you, you been nimble on his throat which makes him lose his cool. “God damn it women.” Heimdall cursed but the truth is he actually enjoying it alot.

Putting you down on the bed he looks at you. “Damn..women are you still conscious.” You look at him and giggle with both hands hugging his neck. “…you better not forget all this.” Heimdall lower his head and continue what he is been doing just now in the mead hall.

Just a few second all your clothes is on the ground, Heimdall feeling your skin, he wonder why you are so soft, the moon light shine on your skin and make it glows. Heimdall stopped on what he was doing and just stared at your face, your skin and chest which make you blush.

You are getting bold, instead of hiding your face, your hand tugging his clothes wanting him to continue. “mm…” Muttered as you pout like a kid. There is a storm inside of Heimdall’s mind, this is the first time he encounters a women like you, not in a bad way.

What you did just flipped his switch, now he won’t stop even if you ask. The noise you both make can be heard outside the room, let’s just say it’s intense.. Baldur was actually going to spoil Heimdall’s fun but was stopped by Thor.

Not sure how long time has passed, both you and Heimdall laying on the bed resting, the room was a mess, look like you two get too creative. Heimdall is holding you close to him. None of you say anything, just enjoy the moment and peace. Perhaps you don’t know what to say after what just happened. “Just sleep.” This is the only thing Heimdall said. Blanket covered both of you, the night is getting late so does your eyelid also getting heavier. Before you completely fell asleep, you heard Heimdall mutter something, but you don’t really paying attention as you needed to rest now.

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Heimdall x Reader ⎯⎯  From Dusk till Dawn [Chapter 4]

Night 4  (Heimdall X  F!Reader)  

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✎  Summary: Fanfic of reader married to Heimdall cause Odin wanting a grankid.

✎ Word count: 1.9k

✎  Title:  From Dusk till Dawn

✎  Chapter: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] ... more  // trying to publish as much as possible.

✎  Note: Im not really a writer, its the first time I want to write something on a character I like alot.

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Last night was weird, Heimdall did actually come up to wall saved you from your painful death, and even brings you back to his room. He can just pretend didn’t see you and let you fall to your death, but he didn’t. His duty to keep you alive perhaps or he don’t want to disappoint the All-father you not really sure. Sitting on the chair you continue to write notes for your work to remind yourself what need to do be done tomorrow by priority. You are almost going to sleep soon as you been very busy the whole day working on the task assigned from All-father, collecting some items that All-father claimed he need for his study, ingredients such as the white lily at the Ida filed, dark dry wood that normally use by witch for spell preparation, dry newt eye and more stuff that you don’t even know what they are. Normally All-father have his own servant to do the work but he asked you to do it this time, you can’t really say it’s a punishment as its simply just work, there is no pain but just sweat. “This is a long day..” Sighed you continue scribble down whatever you need for tomorrow. You started to hear the footsteps getting close, it could be the others who were staying in the same floor or Heimdall coming back. The footsteps are getting louder and you can hear the sound pattern of the footsteps..and you know. “He is back..” The door opened not so gently, you noticed Heimdall already looking at you, its like he already know where you are even before he open the door.

“Hello, Wife.” Heimdall walked in and smirked at you. “Perhaps you just call me y/n.., wife sounds weird” You trying to focus on your notebook. “weird? Why, aren’t you my wife? Legally and rightfully? Hm?” Heimdall said while putting Hofuo on the table now with both hands press on the table, till his head and look into your eye like he is trying to read you like a dictionary. The way he talk sometime you don’t understand whether he meant what he said or he just been sarcastic, refuse to maintain eye contact with him you fall back to keep writing your note. He just chuckled a little and continue to remove the gjallarhorn to put on the table. “I hope you remember what I said yesterday night” Heimdall sighed and said. “that I’m a crazy women and if I wanna die I should do it outside of this realm?”’ Maybe you trying to be sassy since he always says such thing in sarcastic way to you. “Well that part too, what I mean is trying to get along” Heimdall drag the chair out enough to sit on it, he is sitting in front of you, and you can feel his eyes didn’t leave you yet. “Don’t you know its impolite to not look at the person who speak to you” grinned he said with both hand on the table holding together. “..” Now you look at him with slightly unimpressed expression, you didn’t say anything back. It’s pointless to argue or keep fighting with him anyway. “Yes I agree on that too” Heimdall said. “…” Still like to read people as usual nothing new.

“Look, we can try to be nice to each other a little and not getting each other in trouble. This is not too much, and as a wife you will need to be obedient to your husband which is ME, if you misbehave-. ” Before he can finish he already move his hand ready to catch the pencil that you throw at him. “Be nice? You are the one who treats me badly! Have you seen other threaten their wife with sword on their throat?” You throw your notebook at him too which he catch with no issue. “You really can’t just calm down and listen, do you?” Heimdall said and dropping your note on the table, hand still holding the pencil. Stand up and walk slowly next to you. You tense up as you don’t know what he going to do next, maybe stab you with your pencil and this possibilities make you nervous. Heimdall squats down in front of you and is still tall enough to look at you on the same eye level. He might seem short, but when he gets close, he is actually taller than you so much it makes you feel so vulnerable. His hand on your chin makes you focus on him, especially his bifrost eyes.

“This is the last time im going to say it, so you better listen. I can get impatient and ruthless sometime.” Raising his brows and smiling again. “If you misbehave, I will give you punishment as my creativity will never end and I will make sure you remember what you did wrong so never do it again. You understand?”  Heimdall now moving his one hand to cup your face waiting your response. How can you say you agree and will obey him, the hel?! You are not a pet, what is wrong with him. “I’m not gulltoppr, nor that I’m your pet” You pierced at him. “That’s not my point. Plus I cant fuck an animal. That disgusting.” Shit, having kid is the main reason of this marriage and know you remember. “Good you still remember” Heimdall standing up and sigh “But I’m not going to force you, not when we are like this” Heimdall open wide both his hand signify things that happened between you two. “But there is one thing I must do” Heimdall now sit on the bed side, with a small container retrieve from his pocket, look like something usually used to contain some gel kind of stuff. He open the lid and it’s a white color gel like stuff. Heimdall patting the empty space next to him signaling you to come and sit. Not sure what Heimdall is planning to do, you hesitated and start to feel nervous, you have a bad feeling about this for some reason. Both your hand holding on the chair trying to make you look strong and stopping your hand from trembling, you started feel the awful feeling like you going to throw up. “Don’t make me repeat twice.” Eyes squinted, now his index finger is tapping on the bed as the final try to ask you come sit next to him.  “..” You are halfway giving in, there is nothing you can do except stay on top of the wall, Heimdall also capable to brings you back whenever he want--. “Tsk. How long you need to just move your feets” Heimdall swiftly jerked from his seat to you and just grab your waist, lifting your whole weight, move you to the bed and turned your back to face him. “Hey!” Trying to grab his hand that still on your waist to force him release you. You feel him pulling down your dress collar on your back, showing your bare skin around your nape and back. “Heimdall!” This is the first time you call out his name in such manner, getting frustrated your hand trying to reach his face, but before you can do anything Heimdall pull you closer and stick to his chest. “I will need you to remain silent just for a little bit so please just don’t move.” Heimdall whisper next to your ear. You can hear his breathing slightly itching your ear. For some reason you comply and not moving a muscle.

“ᛏᛦᛏᛅᛁᛘᛏᛅᛦᚼᛅᛏᛚᛦᚼᛅᛁᛏᛅᛚ” You can hear him softly chanting some kind of spell but you don’t understand meaning, and then you feel the icy feeling from the gel he put on his finger and his breath as he is writing something in slow motion on your nape.  You hitched due to the sensation, Heimdall tightened his hand on your waist as he want you to stay absolutely still while he is concentrating. “ᚼᛅᛁᛘᛏᛅᛚᛦ” Heimdall continues to write on your nape and slowly down you back. You can smell it, the gel, it smells like honey mix with something you cant tell and a hint of white lily flower. Almost one minute has passed. “ha.. that’s should do the work.” Heimdall said still looking at his work, Heimdall still holding you in the same posture but now he lean on you with his head right next to yours.  “This is to make sure you would not run off again or do anything ruthless, a spell that I come up especially just for you.” Heimdall hugged you from back. “Anddd for the awful behavior and things you had done last few weeks, avoiding me and causing me to lecture by the All-father for what you did” Heimdall sink in his golden teeth on to your shoulder so fast you didn’t even understand what just happened. “Ah!!” You pull his hair trying to get him off you, but he is way stronger than you, you can’t even move his hand. Heimdall looks at the bite mark hard enough to mark on you but not make you bleed, satisfied. “Hey, don’t you think it’s only fair? After all these weeks of letting you get loose, running around Asgard and getting drunk with bunch of men.” Weird enough you listen to him instead of beating him now, perhaps you are very tired from works. “Just let go of me, I’m very tired.” “Yeah I know, probably it was also from the spell I just casted on you make you feel very sleepy too. A side effect that might happen sometime.” You can’t stand getting humiliated like this, casting a spell on you to make sure you are obedient to him, is he going to control your life now? “Well, I won’t do anything to you unless you really pissed me off, so no worries, you still the same and do what you want as long as you stay within the boundary” to hel the boundary, you wanting to say something back to him but your eyelid is getting heavier and you started to lean on Heimdall who still sit behind you and he let you fall on him. “Shh..It’s okay, just sleep for now, Wife.” His hand catching few strands of your hair and put after your ear. “Things will be better.” He grinned while looking at your face.

What Heimdall cast on you is actually a spell he got from Sif, Thor’s wife. She is the goddess of wheat, earth, harvest and family. With some help Heimdall tunes the spell a little to make sure it will bind you to him which in term mean when Heimdall is displease of what you doing, he can expressing it through the connection established from the spell and make you feel the same. It will cool you down and make you listen to him and oh, he did mix a little of love spell in it, nothing much just when he feels the “need” you will feel the same and only toward him and he you, after all, having kid is the main reason you both in this boat. He wouldn’t need to do this if you behave but its good to have a safety net. Besides, he is not going to force you to do things you don’t want to unless you get on his nerve. Like you, Heimdall also tired from the work he had today also decided to just call it a day and sleep. Normally he will read for a while before bedtime, but he is too tired to do so. Wearing on pant Heimdall laying next to you, his eye moving from your face slowly down your body. Trying to clear his mind, he close his eyes and steady his breathing pace. The room is dark and quiet now, the only thing can be hear is the black thunder from far away.

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Heimdall x Reader ⎯⎯  From Dusk till Dawn [Chapter 3]

Night 3  (Heimdall X  F!Reader)  

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✎  Summary: Fanfic of reader married to Heimdall due to Odin wanting a grankid.

✎ Word count: 2.3k

✎  Title:  From Dusk till Dawn

✎  Chapter: [1][2] [3] [4] [5] [6] ... more  // trying to publish as much as possible.

✎  Note: Im not really a writer, its the first time I want to write something on a character I like alot.

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Weeks have passed, you have got your new routine by now. Woke up early morning on top of the wall, start your day and work, night time come, go to Black Thunder drink till you night and sleepy and go back to the wall and sleep at same spot. You been avoiding Heimdall at all course. The fight from that night it still make your blood boil. You stopped hanging around the great lodge as you know he is always at the mead hall if he is not up the wall. When you need to eat, you just quickly grab whatever you need when he is not in the mead hall, you spend quit a lot of time away from the great lodge, you even went to the training fields to watch the Valkyrie training the einherjar while you are writing some note for your work.

People have been asking you here and there about how you and Heimdall doing, and you always try to change the topic. At this point you just hope All-father will suddenly show up and tell you the marriage is no longer valid, and you can go on your merry way stay away from him, but you know this is impossible. But you also don’t want to see him again, let just hope All-father sends him to a mission in other realm for months you think to yourself.

“y/n, it’s good to see you.” The voice of All-father suddenly jerked you from your seat on top of the plain field where you watch over the training fields.

“All-father, may I know what I can help you with?” You are getting nervous but try to smile at All-father, after all this happened in the pass few weeks, he probably knew.

“relax y/n its nothing like that, I just want to talk to you. You are always nice to hang out with” All-father smiled back with his hand gently placed on your shoulder. “It looks like you have a lot on your mind lately, what’s the matter?” He asked and patted on your shoulder to make sure you don’t have to worry.

“Not really All-father… I’ve been..spending my time doing works and walking around Asgard, explore outside the wall. Asgard is a good place to live after all. It’s nice to walk around.” You answered, trying your best to look relaxed but it’s hard to look into All-father when lying. “Is that so, I’m glad you like to explore, the spirit of adventurer,but just try not to go too far outside the wall alright, I just want to make sure you are safe y/n.” “Thank you All-father.”

“I heard something happened between you and Heimdall lately, did he hurt you in anyway y/n?” This is the main question All-father wanted to ask, he kinda sound concern. “oh no..not really. Uh well things is just we need times..” You lied again, this time instead of looking at All-father, you turned away facing the training fields watching the einherjar. Before you speak again and you remember what Thor said to you weeks ago. “..well, perhaps we just need to get to know each other better, but definitely I need some times well.. till im ready to talk to him again”.

“Alright y/n, im not gonna force you to speak on this any further, just to know I’m always here to help if you need me alright? I know he is a lot, sometimes he just forget to think, my son is all work he just don’t really spend time with anyone else, I’m confidence things will turn out well after sometime y/n.” All-father pat on you one last time before he ready to go back to his study. “As long as you need anything y/n, just find me at my study alright” “Yes, All-father” The crows start to circle around all-father and teleported.

You sighed, well that was scary. Can’t believe you just lied to All-father. Get back to know him your husband better? Nah, that’s not gonna happen. You picked up your pencil that fell on the ground and started to walk to the other side of the training field, perhaps later you can go to the blacksmith shop to see what weapon there are making this time.

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Again you are in the Black Thunder, drinking mead and eating some braised food. Usually, Thor is around but not today, maybe he is away for work All-father given to him. The einherjar around you trying to make you drink more or join their competition. This is boring, but you join in anyway. What can you do other than spend time in the tavern till you sleepy and back to the wall again? Spending time in Black Thunder have trained you to be able to drink more without passing out, thanks to the god of thunder.

One tankard, two tankard.. you are getting very tipsy but not drunk enough to tap out. IF Thor was here it will be more fun. Three tankard..four tankard.. Alright, that’s it, you are not going to do it any further. You raised your hand to give up, the einherjar around what shouting and laughing at your defeat.

Again you stand outside Black Thunder with a tankard full of mead in your hand that you sneak out from the tavern. All-father been forbid people drinking heavily outside the Black Thunder due to the incident of einherjar and Asgardian fight in the mead hall, it was a mess. Now, drinking on top of the wall is the only brilliant idea you have in your mind. Dragging your feet, you approach the platform and turn the handler to ascend to top while humming a silly tone you don’t even know where you hear or know it. Reached the top, you walk back to your usual spot. Both your pillow and blanket is there hiding from Heimdall since he is always here all the time.

Sitting on the ground you cover yourself using your blanket and start drinking whatever is left in your tankard and watching the Ida fields feeling the wind blowing caress your face gently. Its full moon today, the moonlight shine on your face. “it’s so pretty.. If only I can pick it from the sky..” Perhaps it’s the mead you drank so much today doing the magic, you really think it’s a cool idea to try to reach the moon. Putting down your mug, you stand up with all your strength and reach the edge of the wall. Stretching your hands up so far you tried all you could to do the impossible - grab the moon like a ball in hand. Some pebbles start to fall down the wall but you didn’t flinch, you are very focus on doing what you are doing now.

Suddenly a strong wind blowing through your way and your body start to lose the balance and leaning outside the wall.  Before you have strength to balance your body back on wall, one of your leg slipped. “Ah!--” In this moment your sense back to your mind instantly and you regret this stupid idea, just when your hands trying to grab the wall, someone is holding on your left hand which is now the only thing prevent you fall to your dead. Looked down you never realize how high it is, more pebbles dropped down the wall make it look so scary acrophobia by now. You looked up, it was the god with glowing bifrost eye with the gift of foresight, Heimdall.

“You crazy or what? Are you really want to die so badly? If you do, you can do it outside of this realm.” Heimdall with one hand holding on the wall, another grabbing you firmly. You are speechless for a few second and you started to wiggle the hand Heimdall grabbed on. “Let go of me you piece of shit!” “You crazy women, you think I can let you just die from falling from the wall I guard? You better find the other way to kill yourself.” Heimdall increases the strength on his hand at the point you started to feel pain. “It hurts you asshole let go of me.” Heimdall is getting impatient, he pull you up and know you are ready to start fight with him again. Before you able to talk again, he throws a punch straight at your stomach strong enough to make you stop moving. “You short-sighted..piece..” Andddd you passed out.

Heimdall catches you before your face kiss the ground. Carry you on his shoulder like a bag of potatoes. He looked at you for a few seconds and walked toward the spot you hide all your stuffs and grab all in one hand, walk back to the platform back down to the ground. His hand get tighten on you incase you woke up and decide to pick a fight again.

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“shit-this hurt--” You woke up with a pain on place Heimdall punched, open your eyes it’s still dark and nighttime. The pain is still lingering on your stomach but you start to feel a little better, what under you is not the hard cold stone ground like when you sleep on the wall, its soft and comfy. A blanket gives you warmth and a pillow under your head. Wait—this room, this is HIS room. You are confused, you were on top of the wall just now, but you are back to his room. The hel how you back to here. Wait, now you remember Heimdall is the last person you saw when you on the wall.

“This time really try to sleep and not do anything ruthless alright? Wife?” You heard Heimdall voice from your side. He is laying right next to you under the same blanket as you, you can see his back with no tunic or shirt on, there are a few small tiny scars on his shoulder. “I wouldn’t do this if you are not treating me like shit.” You hissed. Waiting for him to say something back but he is quiet. “Hey! im talking to you!” You get up and before you grab his shoulder, he turns around and presses your head back to your pillow. His hand now holding your arm firmly and pressing you closer to his body. You stop on your thoughts and seems like you also forget to breathe because your face is just  inches to his chest. “Why don’t we just try to get along for a while huh? Cause I’m getting tired some of this hide and seek game you been playing.” “Why should I after what you--” “perhaps I should cast a spell on you to be a good girl and listen to whatever I said, will this be better?” “…” Wait there is such a spell? really? “and yes there is such a spell. If you continue being ruthless and causing trouble for the All-father, I might as well just use it on you.”

Not sure how much time has passed; you can hear him breathe steadily with a slow pace. He is asleep. You can’t sleep yet, you are too close to him you don’t even dare to move a muscle. The room is kinda cold as he let his windows open wild, letting the moonlight shine in the room. Suddenly you sneezed, and the movement alarmed Heimdall a little, but all he did was groan, moving the blanket higher and holding you closer to him.

Perhaps you didn’t notice, but Heimdall been listen to your thoughts the past few weeks after you “ran away”. Heimdall has the ability to listen to every small movement and detail if he want to, even the wool that growing on the sheep or the grass that moving on the rhythm. Besides, he doesn’t have to focus too much just to find where you are, you are so angry at him every time your mind think of him its just loud and always the first thing to reach his radar and let him read whatever you think of. “God of foresight? More like a god of short-sighted to me! Hah!” Ah yes, he heard this too when you were drunk in Black Thunder.

All this time he knew you were up there at night, during daytime he would check on what stuff you brought up there. He is also the reason some of your food went missing whenever he feel like taking some bite. When you feel asleep, he always comes up just to check on you. “huh.. even marrying a troll sound easier than marrying you.” Heimdall sighed, eyes lingering on the stuffs you bring up here, clothes, food, blanket, pillow and back to your face. You look peaceful when you sleep, nothing on your mind. When you said you wanna grab the moon he laugh at you, but he didn’t know you meant it and when you almost fall his heart actually skipped a beat. Thanks to his foresight, he saw what coming next and catch you before you fall. Imagine losing your wife because you both fight and she decided to sleep on top on the wall and died cause she was drunk and wanted to grab the moon? This is ridiculous. I should put that spell on this woman so she will behave, is what he think right after that.

When you passed out and he brought you down from the wall, he did think of what happened between you two. Decided to just let what happened before slide and see if you two can get along. He sighed. What can he do now, especially right after his father gave him a lecture and sent him to do some work normally won’t do as a punishment. This woman better corporate and behave like a wife she should be. Heimdall looks at your face again. Thinking of what he can do to you if you disobey him, he grinned. “This is going to be fun.”

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Heimdall x Reader ⎯⎯  From Dusk till Dawn [Chapter 2]

Night 2  (Heimdall X  F!Reader)

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✎  Summary: Fanfic of reader married to Heimdall due to Odin wanting a grankid.

✎ Word count: 2.9k

✎  Title:  From Dusk till Dawn

✎  Chapter: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] ...more // trying to publish as much as possible.

✎  Note: Im not really a writer, its the first time I want to write something on a character I like alot.

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It’s been a few days, you noticed Heimdall always comes back around the time you almost fall asleep, never really have actually talk to you. All he does is just sit on the chair and read I think his diary for a while before going to sleep. Since you are married to him you can’t avoid talking to him, every time you tried to start a conversation to ease this awkward situation a bit, he will cut it short by answer you in a few words. “urm well..how was your day?” “Was fine.” “oh..I see. Urm..have you seen the fight in the black thunder today?”  “no” ”..uh how’s Gulltoppr today?” “Why you care.”

The conversation is so damn dry and boring even drinking with einherjar looks fun now. You should expected this when All-father announce that you going to marry the god of foresight, always see everything coming, uncapable to hold a simple conversation and a –

“How many times I have to tell you this, I can hear you even you don’t speak” Heimdall frown while still having the dairy on his hand and another rest on the chair ear with his legs crossed.

“I’m just trying to talk to you, it’s not like I like how thing turn out to be – ” You getting nervous but you just have to say it and try not to look at his glowing eyes.

“It’s not like I have a choice but to agree on this marriage.” Heimdall really likes to cut off you before you can finish thanks to his foresight.

“I too have no choice! This is All-father demand and its not like I can say no, or tell me what should I do? Perhaps we can just wait for a month, and we go our separate way and tell All-father that we can’t be together, and we hate each other?” Y/N nervously getting near the table to make sure he hear your proposal with both hand holding at the back.

“No way I’m going to say that, and nor that I will say this to the All-father. Drop this nonsense” Indeed Heimdall really want this marriage to end but his loyalty to Odin prevents him to do so, or perhaps his pride and ego, he can’t accept that he not capable of dealing with his wife and this is going to be a joke in Asgard for a long long time. Everyone will think he can’t satisfy his wife and make fun of him, what worse he will have to hear his brother talk about this all the time. Thinking how Thor and Baldur look like when they heard this makes his blood boil.

“But why?” You now getting slightly louder and closer, hand now pressing on the table as you don’t understand why Heimdall just won’t agree since both of you really want to be alone. This should be simple, compare to living like this forever.

“Won’t you just shut up already, its late and im very- very tired wife, so would you kindly just sleep already and try not disturb me” Heimdall changing his posture to not facing you. He is getting on your nerves really quick, for the past few days you have been trying to be nice and get know of him. All you get is nothing but coldness, harsh words toward you. Him calling you wife every time just make you shiver in a bad way because you know he don’t see you as his wife really, its more about someone that he forced to be with and legally as his spouse and nothing more.

“You as someone that are adequate compared to me, the watchman of the Aesir, you should be grateful that I’m not torturing you” Heimdall speak as he turns another page and changing to cross another leg. His eye never left his diary, he didn’t look at you the whole time.

That’s it, even he is a god of foresight, herald of the Ragnarök but you don’t take no shit from anyone. Especially someone like him.

“Oh yes I should be grateful of married to a piece of shit! He is such a know it all that he see everything coming but no he don’t even know how to try get along with other especially his wife. I really think my life will be much better if I married to Thor or even just be his other women” And now you get his full attention, his cold glowing purple eyes instantly jump to your face and piercing at you, furrowed brow and tense jaw, if his eyes can kill people you sure dead by now multiple times. Dropping his diary on table his fist clenched and he reach for his sword Hofuo. You can see his face twitch; you can hear him sharply inhale as he walks closer to you slowly. You are angry too but also getting tense up, you never see him in such rage before it’s kinda scary now. The world is suddenly so quiet, the only thing you can hear is his breathing and heavy footsteps toward your way.

Congratulations, you poked the bear and you succeeded to anger him, just pray he will give you quick and painless death.

His movement suddenly speeds up that within one second his sword is on your throat now pointing at your throat not hard enough to make you bleed but enough to make you stop your thought and breathing. “Watch. Your. Tongue.” Heimdall hissed, squinting his eyes further.

“I think I didn’t make myself clear the first time I come back.”

“You are nothing but just a tool in this marriage, a kid is what the All-father wanted and once it’s done you are just a used piece of garbage. You better hope by the time you will be dead or I will make sure you –” Heimdall didn’t finish his sentence as he noticed a tiny red color start trickle down his sword and start to dripping to the floor. He didn’t press it that hard he know, it was you who pressed your throat toward the sharp edge without any fear on your face, letting the point of the sword sink in just enough to bleed a little but not enough to cause harm to yourself.

“Do it.” Heimdall confused, turn his attention back from your face, there is no hesitation in your eye. He tries to read you to find any trace of falsehood that you might pretend to be brave. It’s just a strong sense of rage, sorrow, impatience, all boiling up and mixing together. It look like a breathless dark hole he will fall into if he is not careful enough, a drop of such emotion and feeling can burn his skin.

“I said fucking do it!!!” You shouted, now you sound like a mad dog with no leash. There must be something Heimdall said flipped your switch so hard you are talking back to the god of foresight without thinking of the consequences. You never someone who will raise your voice to anybody, you treat people equally with respect. You just had enough of him, these past few days you been holding back and now you had enough of his child-like tantrum behavior.

Slowly you can start to hear the noise from outside again but there is only silent in this room now, both of you just eye piercing at each other, no word. Heimdall clenched his fist further and groaned. Just when you think he is going to end your life here now. You stop feeling the pain from his sword that sinks into your skin. “It would be less fun if you die now, there are thing I can do to you to torture you slowly till you went mad. Im gonna take my time on that, perhaps you can at least entertain me enough after all these year” Heimdall didn’t move his eye away from you, maintaining eye contact is very important of maintain the dominance he have on you. He is not going to lose it, he is All-father’s left hand, ain’t no way he is going to lose to someone like you.

Heimdall wipes your blood from his sword with his bare hand. He looked in his hand, your blood red as the belladonna flower at the Ida fields which he seen quite some time when he guard on the top of the wall. Without any hesitation Heimdall licked his hand, he tastes your blood with eyes on you.

You flinched a little on what Heimdall just did. Still angry at him you walked away toward the door, hand on the door handle you look back at him which he still looking at you which his sword still holding in hand now pointing at the ground. “You can have your whole room back husband, the air in this room will be much more better when one of us is not around.” Before Heimdall can say anything, you close the door as hard as you can. Probably the whole lodge can hear it but you don’t care. Walking through the hallway you saw Magni and Modi who eating their meal.

“Are you two going to divorce not even a month now lady Y/N? You can always consider me as another option” Modi grinned and said in sarcastic way, he is still a piece of shit that wouldn’t stop putting his nose in other private matters. Running his mouth like he is better than anyone here, but the truth is exactly the opposite.

“Shut your damn mouth and eat now, you don’t want our father come to lecture you again.” Magni is ruthless sometime, but he is much better than Modi, less prick toward other as long as their father have no grudge toward them. You didn’t say anything back and walked out the hall, now standing at front of great lodge, rubbing your eye tiredly looking at your surroundings. Black thunder, training fields and the stupid giant wall your husband always guarding on top. “This is going to be a long night before I start to feel tired enough to sleep.” Sighed you make your move toward the black thunder.

You can hear the shouting and cheering inside, open the heavy door you start to smell all sort of things.. strong mead, burning herbs, and cooking smell of braised meat. Raising both your hands toward the einherjar who guards the entrance signaling that no weapon on you. The guard nods his head and you start walking again to get your drink. You don’t really drink, and you are quite bad at it, one tankard is enough to put you out. Holding your drink, you try to find a table where no one sit but failed. There are so many einherjar here you started to feel suffocated, but hel this is better than spending time in that prick’s room.

Sigh again you sit on the empty chair close to you and start drinking. “That piece of shit..” Staring at your mead you muttered to yourself with hand clenching your tankard. “Know it all’s old virgin that never get a bitch--”

“Let me guess, my brother not able to satisfy his wife and now his wife decide to spend his night getting drunk with bunch of men in Black Thunder?” The sudden voice makes you jumped and choke on your mead, coughing to get the mead out from your nose. “Shit! --” You look up, the god of thunder just sitting right next to you the whole time you don’t even notice. How can you missed it? He is huge. No wonder this seat is empty.

“cough- oh hi urm cough- brother in law cough- Urm Thor” You faked a smile but you knew you failed miserably. “Relax y/n, he is a spiteful prick I know, just take it slow perhaps thing might turn out better next time” Thor taking a big gulp again and go for another mug. How long has he been here drinking? You can smell the strong mead from him. Probably from the start of the day you guessed. You have never actually spoken to Thor before, not personally. There are only a few times you on a mission with him to help All-father to retrieve something from other realms. He always seems calm, at least you think he is.

“…” You didn’t say anything more but keep drink. There is nothing to say, you are here to just pass the time till you feel sleepy. The god of thunder knew what you doing and he just drink without saying a word. It’s like he is drinking and accompanying you or you both just doing the same thing, drink till you fall. “He is difficult I know, that’s how we raised to be an Aesir… We get our work done and that’s it.. Heimdall is always tense and no fun, all he know is just guarding the wall, the realm but that’s his job given by the All-father... He is a prick I know but still he is my brother.”

“…” Thor answered like he knows you going to ask why he said all this. He is right, but that doesn’t mean he can be shit to everyone. No one deserve this kind of awful treatment, especially form their spouse. Looking at Thor, you wonder how him and Sif get along? Did they actually fight each other like Heimdall? You want to ask but you drop the idea as you don’t want to cross the line, you are not ready for the god of thunder chasing you and strike you with thunder.

Appreciate the god of thunder trying to ease things up for you, look at him you smile warmly. “Thanks..I will see what can I do” “That’s the spirit, girl” Thor smirk at you with his finger pointing at you and continue drinking his mead.

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The night is long, but you are half drunk and feeling dizzy. Holding on the pillar outside the Black thunder with your whole strength trying not to fall into the muddy puddles. “Woah-! This is a new low look how you walk y/n haha” You beeline walk outside and trying to get back to great lodge. The moment your hand reach for the door, you hesitated to grab the handle. “That piece of shit still in there and hell no im not going to see his face ever again, you short-sighted with no bitches” Your head moving back and forth as you find it hard to stand still, all you can think is that prick who is still inside the room and how his presence is enough to make you throw up. Refusing to go back, you turned your back again and looking around you, perhaps you can just go back to Black Thunder and spent the whole night there, but the air is full of smell of strong mead, don’t think you can find peace to sleep there either. Finally, your eye land on top of the wall. “Ah shit, guess that’s where im going” Slowly you walk toward the platform and cursing on your husband.

Turning the handler, the platform starts rising to the top. You close your eyes and breathe in, the air is getting cold and nice here. You can see the ground is slowly getting farther and smaller, everything seems so insignificant. You sigh again, the day after All-father told you about your marriage, you started to sigh a lot almost every hours. Is your life not hard enough? You as an Aesir who also has duty but not like Thor, Baldur or your husband. You never really went to war and fight; your work is more inside the wall. Look at your both hand you felt confused of the new ability you have, you didn’t even notice it, it was All-father who found out when you trying to get away from the chores Sif going to assign to you when she saw you sitting at the hall having your breakfast. It seems like you did something that changed Sif mind and how the task was passed to the Asgardian. After a few rounds of experiment All-father did with you, you are told you have such ability.

Before you could continue your thought, the platform reached the top of the wall. Sigh again you stepped outside the platform, its much windier here and the cold air is a comfort in time like this when you trying to calm down and rest. You sneezed and held both your hands close to your body. “Rather be cold to dead than going back to get my blanket..” You found a good spot behind a rock that was large enough to hide your whole body. Sitting with both your legs curled up close to your body, in front of you is the view of plains of Ida. The moonlight shining on the grass and the wind makes the grass move in a rhythm make it so peaceful. Time by time you still can hear the cheering sound from black thunder, perhaps the god of thunder is having a drinking competition with others.

“pff-” You start to giggle on the joke Thor told you while you drinking in black thunder. It was nice talking to Thor. Laying your head on the rock beside you, you smile and enjoy the view. Not sure when your eyelid started to feel heavier, and you fell asleep. Before you fell asleep you sure it is safe here, but you failed to notice there is a figure standing at the platform looking at the place you sit. It’s like this person can know someone is there without seeing it physically.

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Heimdall x Reader ⎯⎯  From Dusk till Dawn [Chapter 1]

Night 1  (Heimdall X  F!Reader)

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✎ Summary: Fanfic of reader married to Heimdall cause Odin wanting a grankid.

✎ Word count: 1.2K

✎ Title:  From Dusk till Dawn

✎  Chapter: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] ...more // trying to publish as much as possible.

✎ Note: Im not really a writer, its the first time I want to write something on a character I like alot.

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Most of the time he guards at his post on top of the wall till nighttime and will come back to his room to rest, but from yesterday he started to stay up there till early morning.

You have been laying on bed facing away the door and almost falling asleep, and footsteps can be heard outside the room and approaching the door, you flinch at the sudden movement of someone bursts into your room or perhaps the room that used to belong to your husband, Heimdall and now belong to both of you.

Expecting him to start belittling you and spitting whatever insult that can make you shrink and wanting to run away, but the only thing you heard from him is nothing but a long sigh. He sounds tired. Unlike the other Aesir who usually spend their whole night in the Black Thunder getting drunk, feasting and flirting with women, your husband never join in as he who is utterly unpopular in parties due to his habit of talking shit to whoever that come close to him, that why wherever he goes, everyone will make sure to stay away from him at least 10 feet away but that doesn’t stop him to constantly read people mind knowing how dirty, lustful and fucked up people can be.

This marriage was a mistake, you think. You don’t like the idea of being tied to others especially someone who can read mind and intention, its like starting you naked. Heimdall too didn’t like this at all, he couldn’t stand the idea of sharing the same private space with others that might have bad intentions or worse. “Nobody ever says what they mean, there is always something behind their action, lie and cheat to get what they want.” Heimdall once muttered to himself on his wedding day that was held days ago.

Your body tense up as this is the first time Heimdall came back to the bed chamber after the wedding. Both of you get married even before you two know each other a little.

“…” should you say something like ‘welcome back’ or ‘how was your day’? You don’t know, hel you don’t even know how he will react if you—

“Save it.” Heimdall cut off your thought. “It’s not like we care for each other”

Cold word but it’s true, both of you don’t know each other, no hate no love it just nothing.

It is what Odin wants, the All-father wanting his son to produce a grandkid who is stronger and better or maybe can have some new power. All his sons are already married, except Heimdall who keeps rejecting the proposal of getting marriage.

The moment Odin knew your newfound ability is capable of changing or manipulate people feeling and intention toward you, he can’t stop thinking what if you and Heimdall have a kid, maybe a grandkid that can read other’s mind and alter their action and intention toward others. This is a jackpot for Odin, a new spawn to spare to use and alter his fate, the Ragnarök. This time Heimdall objection fall into deaf ear, one look into Odin his father steel cold eye, he shut his mouth and agree on the marriage. Knowing this is his duty as an Aesir god and obey the All-Father wish. This is also the reason why Heimdall has been hanging around the training field, putting the rage on Helmets by beating the shit out of them.

“There are rules I do hope you remember” Heimdall said while removing his sword Hofuo from his belt and put it on the desk forcefully.

“First, make sure you change to clean clothes when you back to the room to rest, I do not want our room to get filthy by blood or any dirt that you might bring it back with you.” Ah, I married a clean freak you think of yourself.

“…Second, you can’t tell anyone what you see or know of me in private. Since we sharing the room there is no way of me completely avoid you.” Did he think of you of someone that will badmouth their husband, you need to stop the urge of rolling your eye. What a—

“And the last, Do. Not. Touch. the diary I put on the table. And you do know I can hear your thoughts, right? so please stop your awful thought, its immensely annoying, Wife.”

“…” Yeah right, he can hear your thought. There is no privacy when the god of foresight is around. And the last word sound sarcastic but you can’t tell.

“You know for someone like you who doesn’t talk much, you sure have a lot on mind. It’s best you just stop thinking about those nonsense and sleep now, or you can stay on top of the wall all night, by all mean” His white tunic is now hanging on the chair. The whole room suddenly went dark as he put out the candles on the table with his finger and now sitting on the bedside he sighs again.

“I’m going to rest now, do me a favor just don’t do anything that will wake me up, unlike you I only have less time to rest and lot of work to do to protect this realm.”

“G..Goodnight” That the only word you gather enough courage to say and there is no response from him. You know he is not yet asleep, obviously he is ignoring you or he just doesn’t care enough.

Even though you didn’t turn to the side to peek, you can feel that he is just a few inches away from you as you can sense the warmth from his side, and a slight turn you might touch his back and you do not wish to anger him, he might feed you to Gulltoppr.

It’s been almost an hour and you really can’t fall asleep at all, not when there is another sleeping next to you like this, yes, he is your husband, but you don’t even know him much other than what you heard from the Asgardian that he is rude, ignorant, spiteful piece of –. SHIT you really need to stop thinking out loud. But he didn’t say anything back to you so far, maybe he is asleep right? Probably he is asleep, Heimdall is not someone who will miss the chance of being rude to anyone.

Can’t believe you are sharing the room with Heimdall, who is sleeping right next to you. OH WAIT how he sleep look like? Now you are curious, did he sleep curled up in a fetus pose? A stomach sleeper? Or like a starfish HA that’s hilarious! Curiosity kills the cat; you are getting a little impatient and slowly you turn around one move at a time to check on him and trying to not make noise.

Since it’s pitch dark as he put out the candles, you really tried your best to see. Start from the bottom you can see his legs slightly curl up, and you his toes is facing you. You skipped a beat; cause that only means he is facing you. YOUR SIDE. Rapidly your eyes jump to look at his face. You can’t see anything other than that iconic glowing pair of eyes. Piercing at you.

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heimdall sketch

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Týr is my new babygirl

and so is his brother

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More of baby Baldur and big bro Týr because ❤️ but Huldras bros still the best

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✨ Týr vs Thor ft. babybro Baldur ✨

notice how hard I take care to omit heimdall existence

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Bruh the amount of dialogue Heimdall has during his boss is kind of insane.

"Did you know your son sounds like a goose when he gets hurt? Huhh, huhh."

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THIS piece of sh*t

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Agape

(n.) the highest form of love, selfless, true and unconditional love. Emotional affection, or erotic love.

Pairing: Týr x F!Reader

Warnings: Sexual themes (+18), lovey dovey smut, big cock, fingering, handjob, loss of virginity, awkward moments, depression, angst with fluff, violence, enemies to lovers, family issues (come on its Odin’s family), arranged marriage, Týr is the best husband, reader uses magic.

Author’s Note: I’ve been having some rough days so I didn’t have time to finish this until now. Apparently the adjective for the word Agape is “wide open in surprise” but the noun is “love”, that is actually really interesting.

I hate them.

Most importantly, I hate him. The bastard everyone called All-Father, the one who induces every realm into panic and fear, and his family dares to call it worship and respect, because Odin has ‘aided’ in the needs of the people. He doesn’t care about anyone, he made that very clear when his son Thor killed my brothers to put us in debility.

In Midgard, there was a big town that welcomed everyone with open arms, my parents learned sorcery when they were young, and with that magic, they decided to help the homeless, they were loved even by the oldest star in the sky, and in no time that town was born. Rich, lovely, and kind to every passerby. After I was born, they both contracted an illness nobody had ever heard of before, not even the Goddess Freya could heal them, and so my brothers took care of me until I became of age.

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Three words: Heimdall, shirtless, sweaty

Have you been hacking into my iPad🤨

Anyways Heimdall has a hairy chest because I said so