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Protecting a fire with bare hands ch:14

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It reassured him you were alive.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

——

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

….silence

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cured.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

——

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

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

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

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

The same as the night of the celebration.

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

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

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

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

——

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

Normal.

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

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

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

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

You sighed pulling off your cloak.

—————

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

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

‘He will bring light and smite the wicked.’

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

——-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I do.”

———

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘You are not alone, I am here.’

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

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

“Why did you do it?”

“Do wh-“

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

“I don’t know what you mean.”

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

“You do.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know…that’s why I need your mind.”

‘No!’ Your sword yelled

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

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

‘You will not break’ your sword whispered

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

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

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

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

“You lied to me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Like his.

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