I already want to write drabbles of the Laufey game help. Not x reader or anything, just what Faye was doing before she died and before meeting Kratos and in the after life yk yk?? I'm just excited asf
This is an old post that didn't have tags and was a reply, I thought it would be best to repost it with the correct tags and as a stand alone, I hope you enjoy.
Here are some headcanons I thought up and usually use myself. There is an NSFW section that contains more suggestive things!
Heimdall is a clean man. He really likes clean things although he isn't afraid of getting dirty.
Heimdall likes to read because book people aren't predictable and boring to him
Heimdall's eyes will change from pink to slightly darker shades when he's angry or having other intense emotions
Heimdall washes his horn and cleans it every day. It's his pride and joy and he treats it as such, as if it's his own child.
Heimdall can sing very well he just hates doing it. Unlike his brother Baldr, who loves singing but can't, he absolutely hates singing. It's too vulnerable, too "weak" for him, he likes to show off but something about singing makes him unhappy.
Heimdall twitches his eyes whenever overwhelmed. It's an involuntary action, he gets too stressed or too angry his left eye starts twitching.
Heimdall rides on Gulltoppr every morning and every night before bed because it calms her down. Otherwise, she will not rest.
Gulltoppr is a girl, and he treats her like a princess. Though it may seem that she's treated badly, especially with the kick during his boss fight — Heimdall does love her, more on the kick in the next headcanon.
Heimdall is extremely impulsive when it comes to appearing cruel. This is not because he wants to be, he is cruel because he forces himself to be to impress and uphold his father. As such, his body will move before he thinks and does any action to solidify to himself that he is who he acts as.
Heimdall loves food but he also doesn't like eating much. Textures, squishiness, and issues with eating for appearance purposes (which is an issue he deals with every day) all stop him from enjoying the act of chewing and swallowing. He does love tasting things though.
Heimdall loves using his hands. Gesturing, grabbing, drumming. It's his favourite tool, it makes him feel in control.
Heimdall sighs a lot while rolling his eyes. It's due to him finding everyone around him either completely useless or is exasperated by the situation.
Heimdall likes doing everything himself and doesn't use maids or helpers. This way, he can make sure everything is done correctly, on time, and that he has a way to actually have a hobby outside of watching — he does not consciously think this, though.
Heimdall knows how to use bows, but because Odin called it "weak" or alluded to it he immediately stopped.
Heimdall braids his hair himself. He is too particular about it to actually let anyone else do it.
NSFW SECTION MDNI
Heimdall likes to grab necks. Not necessarily chocking, just softly gripping. He likes the heartbeat he feels and the control it gives.
Heimdall doesn't take his clothes off, its too vulnerable. It makes him feel like he is losing his only mode of control, his eyes and ability to prevent touch.
Heimdall doesn't like being touched at first. That takes time, in the beginning it's a huge turn off, but, after a while he let's himself relax and feel comfortable with his partner. Then, he turns into one touchy man.
Heimdall does after care extremely in depth. He will not leave his partners side until they are well. If he doesn't know them he wouldn't bother.
Heimdall himself requires after care since he is really sensitive and vulnerable afterwards he just never admits it.
Fic Insight: Smut, MDNI, Mean Heimdall. Divider by @/starrliqhtthtt.
Blessed be those who speak of pleasure, words inked in bleeding hearts softly dipping into something far more ancient than meaningless lives lived. They warn others in poems spoken and written of people who stoke fires with touch, their very presence a food for flame.
Heimdall was such a man. His eyes alone settled deep into rattled bones, shaking something in your ribcage loose. Shifting hues move from eyes slowly down below until they still on fabric hugging skin.
'Well that just wouldn't do now would it?" His voice had come in a drawl, lowered as if weighted down with a burden ever so pleasurable.
Fingers danced up your leg in winding routes enjoying every inch of you they could drink. Behind them, you were left parched until you turned red. Suddenly, it stopped when they wrapped around your thigh in a promise. Another hand finished the job, undressing your top disregarding it entirely.
Cursed be those who speak of pleasure for they prepare people not, their words of loving eyes and fastened hands turned to be for nought. He who hovered above your body was no gentle soul, he instead was a lazy beast playing with his feast.
'Heimie...please," you speak, hoping for a mercy you knew was not coming. His sly smile had spoken enough. There was nothing here for him to give other than what he wanted.
Heimdall for all his talk of restraint waited no longer than moments to lower himself. His lips latching around the soft area on your chest, tongue leisurely lapping every inch. Nothing stood in his way, not the hands gripping his shoulders in a plea and certainly not in the soft whispers of his name. These two simple actions did nothing but toughen his resolve.
As his mouth discovered you anew, his hands resolved themselves feel you, to feel the other side he could not lap up like a hungry dog. Skin warmed your sensitive breast softly gripping them with subtly shaking fingers, for all his talks and grandeur — your god of foresight could not help but be unable to hide his need for you.
Not even his teeth spared you slightly nipping wherever they could. In the morn when the dust between you settles, his teeth would leave their mark upon you
Idle had been Heimdall's usual mode in life, he did not engage in something he always knew he'd win. Yet, today nothing of him remained still. His one free hand found itself slithering underneath your hips, pushing it against his own, at the slight contact he groaned it's echos reverberating against your skin.
The hand which entertained itself on what his tongue couldn't slowly moved up so his palm rested upon your collar bone and his thumb slightly pressing into your throat. He was listening. His body heard the thumps breaking your chest with each movement his hips made to meet your own.
"I have been a good son" he said. His head now kissing up to your neck, "and I have been a good man to you, I deserve this." He ended his talk with teeth sinking down skin
Within imortal eyes which have witnessed what you could never know, the god quivered. Rivers clashing in an immortal battle — where his needs and duty clashed, he the son of asgard wanted little more than fulfilling his duty, yet, as his immortal father satisfies his anger on his sons using his teeth. Today, glorius lust overcame what little sense he had built. For beneath him what broke his dam laid unfettered, thinking only of him, of what he could do, satisfying your lust only with love for him less his power.
You had thought with his words that the night had begun, that his tone was an indicator for the start of his main course. But, instead, you find yourself internally letting out every curse you could muster For he had untangled himself from you entirely.
Heimdall now rested on his calves, partially straddled your own. He made quick work of your pants, removing it off of you and throwing it to the side, its no longer needed, at least not until he was done with you. Only after memorizing you inch by inch had he moved to loosen his own garment.
Threads that had once held you together left you bare under watchful fires. Sin danced in heated air, lighting what little was left. His skin divinely soft to touch and sight, egging an increasingly growing need; him.
Gods listen little to whispered worship coming through mortal tongues, utter devotion a mere fact to them rather then a great privilege. Yet, underneath desire personified your pleading calls brought by your god's grinding hips were answered. Not with soft touches, but an unsatisfied hum. Unlike those begging mortals, your devotion will be met with pleasure dressed as wrath.
"You can do better then that sunshine." he softly groans. "Beg."
Freed of his restraints his need for you stood proud, already shining at its height with the fruits of his labor, his first move then had not been to take his pleasure right away, not to satisfy immediately. Heimdall decided to adjust himself on top of you, to lean down, press his lips where no one else would dare. A silent claim — no one could touch you like he does.
Your voice trembles pleading calls unable to retain it's steady timber, each word out bruised lips catch quickly when Heimdall presses a deliberate finger between your thighs. As his kisses pepper where only he claims, magic blooms underneath the pads of his fingers wringing every sound your throat can give him.
'All ready for me." He said. All pretense of slowness gone. "So soon"
Each stroke heavnly intervention stoking blessed waters from you. Doused in need, his fingers sing melodies echoing in his room, you his blessed instrument.
"That's it" He grinned, teeth gleaming where he had feasted.
Against his bed you found yourself pressed his body on top of yours, his hand around your nape to keep you obedient. His warmth radiated through you, his body temperature a fact of him you'd find normally comforting, but shaking knees kept that comfort from settling in.
Dignity sang its farewells in the reverberating sound his hand had left when it connected to skin. Back arched in answer followed quickly by a moan, lust had fully taken place then. Quickly, your brain fogged over slightly, pleasure along with its architect built molten inside you. Long had gone any ills replaced with only one him.
Heimdall obliged. His frame now folded on your back, he wrapped his arms around you, willing the tightness to keep you from veering too far off. His mouth now occupied with every exposed surface leaving wet hot marks where it landed.
"So utterly good for me," muffled words reached your ears, "perhaps I should reward the both of us."
Those who spoke of man laying with another described little when it came time for flesh to meet flesh, no care given to flushed heat pooling deep inside carving itself onto melted flesh. Fools they are for not speaking to every beauty that came with the fullness felt, the embrace that followed.
Heimdall was much a fool as any man, he forgot sinful joy when he was done and when he reminded himself of it, he forgot himself in it. His hips snapping towards yours. Moans leaving his lips as melodies, he was divine in every vocal note
Utterly lost amongst ripened fruits bearing in pleasure's fields, he loses every ounce himself in your body. Here man and gods gave themselves as offerings to delirium until it strips them of their name and titles, where skin meets skin as echos in their own valley, either become unwilling to know where they began nor ended.
Now a deep part of you, Heimdall lost himself in every move any sound or emotion tied itself to your name, your image, your scent. The beast became a worshiper.
"Go on" he breaths against your ear, "Tell me where you can feel me"
Hand on his your reply came swift, upwards againt his entrance to your soul, you placed it just so he could feel where he took you whole. Mistchif sowed beneath electrified muscle clencing around him difiant.
In answer whatever mercy had lived free restraining his body fled, gethering up his will to plunge even deeper openining you up farther than your body was built for.
Fingers pull againt hair driving your head upwards slightly. Your god bestwoing punishment on his unweldy servant, twitching and loud wordless prayers not enough to appease his hunger any longer.
Slowly, enjoying each movment's new avanue of pleasure, he leaned down, "You think you're so strong don't you sunshine?" he licks your ear, striping hot seliva against the shell of your ear, "I," he groaned "can see it in that pretty head of yours"
The moment of wreckoning began as he stilled.
Excausted, you met the bed with a thud. Still, you hear him tsk under his breath, unhappy to denying himself what he so vehemently desires while it sirens to him from beneath his large figure.
"Turn and lap it up like the hungry mutt you are." Lilit so heavy, heavier with his lust.
Providing had you been so used that he had been in your mouth in an instant. Thick hard vains petruded on wet tongue which mapped them in vehement determination, a thirst so deep it would seem deserts sprouted within your throat, only quenched by his seed. It driped warm and satly into you.
Above you — hand still gripping your hair he lolled his head. Freed from constraint, from powerlessness, this god rejoyiced in being the only one whom you worshiped at his altar. So knowing in his control, he allowed his grip to soften and his eyes to stutter shut.
"that's it" he hissed betwen twitching lips.
Unsed to foreign things of such magnitutde, your body clenched, gagging on him. Immedietly, he chuckled in approvel. Pulling you off of him slowly as if to savor your clenched red face, he used his free hand to wipe drool falling from your mouth. Then, he braught that thumb upwards, letting you suck on the mixture of you and him.
You watch him, noting slightly wet eyelash framing calming waters, somewhere those raging waters calmed. Raging waves turning languid, and while you fell in their arms, you could breath so well. Beloved of his waters, you could not partake in his banquets of misery, only spledure in disguise.
"I think, you aren't working hard enough for your rewards." Words he well heard before. He let go then.
Back against the wall legs spread in a strange welcome, he summond you fowarward by placing his palm on his thigh. Undeterred by usual showing, you crawl towards him on your hands and knees, you clench your sore jaw. The bastard was smiling at this.
"Go on" Heimdall goaded his smile proud on his face.
Straddling his body underneath your own you take him in your hands and place it where it should have been all along, your eyes focused on his own. You sink down, body reacting in an instant. Forward now, your arms found refuge around his neck, your head looking up in plea. You move your hips, slow at first while you try to find your pace. Ultiemtly, he decided for you, placing his hands on your hips. Quickly he made you dance, brain incapable of processing this new race, your bones lock in place.
Blooming underneath salty sands, a sprout found its roots where no other could grow, beaten by waves raw it stood tall till it became grown. Only two pairs of eyes witness its ripe fruit shake, their juice flowing between your thighs as this beautiful love gripped your body in its branches untill you could no longer keep it in.
Alone you had not been, his own seed flowing within you as he moved his hands around your waist. Gripping you tight, he bit down on your shoulder, sowing his seed as yet another reminder to you, reminder to all. For here, underneath shrouded leaves where in another land a woman bit an apple, he tastes sinful freedom to do with you as he pleases, only his eyes see beyond walls.
Undoing himself from you he leans only a little back, unready to fully leave. Purple pink eyes stare, reading you to filth, seeing incoherent babble filling where once thoughts laid eloquent. His job was complete.
As the sun hair flowed tickiling your quickly breathing body, you look towards him once more. Just as lacking in movment as he. It seems neither of you are willing to end the day so full in such quiet quick ways. So, moored onto each other you determine to stay here watchful. Untill a shrill reminder calls.
To be clear is to lack a shield, an open shell where wounds mount into heavenly light.
Those blessed with armour know not of those open
Yet there are those seeres
Chosen to peirce the veil
Others are not chosen
Strength of will alone determines sight
When sun sets and two seeres meet — armours broken into fragments, one sees good laying dormant beneath golden hues, the other witnesses might glowing unfettered by tattered bones.
"Here we meet again, Heimdall."
'Top Asgard's peaks where watchers oversee its incoming death, grass lay green, cattle pass by. Not a sign he can't see, yet a scream he can'not hear. For those signs are only for the determined to bear.
"Why is it disaster only rears when you stand before me?" The lion bares its teeth.
"Perhaps you simply notice when I'm here" you reply.
As two giants sit on their throne of broken history, the lion snorts, for a man of his stature does not bow to determination. He breaks it down, swallows it whole and spits out its bones.
"A broken man is what that creates." Answering unspoken words you reply.
"Only a fool breaks down at such a thing."
"Then when I speak to the poets of my homeland, I will tell them I sat with one." A laugh.
He turns then, unknown and known, staring into a glowing beacon.
Malice pours its murky waters down the wall. Such things unwelcome between peers. Yet, he finds his heart pumping its wine into a different cup, bejewelled with vains screaming one name.
Had time eroded his conviction into fine sand, shaped its image into you.
Soft blood bubbling refined, fertile soil once desolate now full, flora overtook lonely death. Where once things went to die, you went to thrive.
"Maybe I am a fool. Perhaps I should send you to mingle with the mortals below. It'll be less foolish." Such as he was, the watchmen peeked below.
"Or, you can take me to your own, and claim me as yours as you claimed me in your chamber." Sly fox smile, "then maybe you'd be less of a fool."
A fool he was as his father warned, yet today, underneath blue — he became less of a fool.
Heimdall would have cut red thread over spilt wine. His fury and ego large immovable moutians ready to break those who dared to climb. Yet, when that moutian was faced with an expert, it's hills trembled.
"You're just a puppet Heimdall." You spat, "Worst of all, you're one that refuses to be loved. You're just addicted to misery and the acknowledgement you get out of it!"
Purple pink eyes twitch — a rare indication of self-restraint.
"Why don't you get it?" You whisper.
Both of you stand underneath Asgard's sun, basking in the little heat it offered on Heimdall's moutian peaks of misery. From where you stood, he looked decentant from the heavans. Reality is, he came from the depths of the oceans where emotion bubbles into a swelling volcano.
"If I refuse to be loved. Why would I have chosen to be with you?" Heimdall's monotone voice a calm before the storm.
"Because deep down. You don't like being lonely." Yours the calm after the storm.
Himinbjörg's embrace was cold, heat running away into the forest, leaving behind a swour, empty feeling.
"Will you sulk all day?" You stoke the fire in the hearth.
"This puppet who refuses affection is just doing what he naturally does." He states, his fingers coiling around his loose hair, turning them into soft braids.
You turn to him watching yourself through his mirror, "Be an asshole?" You retort.
Fire now out, and night loomed high. You found yourself within the only place you belonged.
His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you deeper into the mountain range of his chest. Thumping heart right next to your ears, a lullaby for nights long journey.
"Your intentions are disturbing."
"Then stop reading them"
"Do you have to think about me in such compromising positions." He clicked his tongue, hand finding your head.
"You're my husband. I can think about you however I want." You huff
Summary: Day 1 in Asgard! You get stuck in a god-sandwich and have to bite your way out (literally). Hopefully this will not have any unforeseen consequences…..
Warnings: canon-typical violence ig?
a/n: this got a little long but i just didn’t know where to end ittt lol also, i promise more heimdall interactions in the next part I PROMISE🙇♀️
⸺ ⟢ Chapter 2 - A mortal in frickin' Asgard
"Hurry along now, children. We don't want to keep the All-Father waiting."
The two of you had to pick up the pace to keep up with him. You didn't even have time to look around before Heimdall was already leading you down a flight of stairs, at the bottom of which he spread his arms.
"Gulltoppr! Who loves me the most? Whooo loves me the most??"
While the Aesir gave his mount a few pats, you finally had a chance to look around - but the view from below was as sobering as the one from above. (You would be careful not to say that out loud, however.)
You exchanged a confused look with Atreus. Then you followed the god all the way down and saw that "Gulltoppr" was by no means Heimdall's oddly named lover, but rather an oversized Gradungr with pale fur and clad in golden armor. Funnily enough, it kind of looked like the Gradungr version of its master... You suppressed an amused snort at the thought.
Just as you were warily eyeing a creature on a rooftop that looked suspiciously like a dragon, Heimdall called you both over and ordered you to mount Gulltoppr. A moment later, he was already sitting on the animal's back himself. You glanced at Atreus and nervously signaled for him to help you out here. There was no way in Hel you would make it up there on your own. The young god gave a quick nod and then crouched down next to the Gradungr.
No sooner had you placed your foot on his folded hands than mocking laughter rang out from above. "I would have thought you had taught your pet a few tricks by now, Giant. How did she even survive this long?"
Atreus gave you a push, and soon - accompanied by a soft "Oof!" - you were dangling over the beast's back. You silently cheered. However, just as you were about to reposition yourself, Gulltoppr grew restless, and your eyes widened as you felt yourself slipping. You flailed your legs in the air and tried to cling to the armor plates, but your hands were too sweaty and couldn't get a grip. The only thing left for you to do was watch the ground come closer and closer and let out a panicked "Nonononooo...!" until-
Your face grew hot, but you were determined not to lose your cool. No matter how skilled you might have been, even if you had been a natural at Gradungr riding he probably would have found something to mock you for. That was just the kind of person he seemed to be.
The asshole kind.
You suddenly felt a grip around your arm before you were abruptly pulled up again. It happened so fast you were still half in shock moments later, when you found yourself pressed against Heimdall's back.
"Must I do everything around here", he sighed. "You're welcome, by the way."
You were so close to him that you could practically feel his voice... Nope! Definitely too close for comfort.
"Uh, th-thank you", you stammered against his shoulder before quickly moving to put a little more distance between you.
This proved to be a futile effort, however, as Atreus leaped up right behind you, successfully trapping you in place. Much to your horror. You could barely move! Why the Hel did Heimdall think this was a good idea?? It was hard to imagine that he was okay with a mortal pressing her nose against his shoulder. Or, maybe he was just such a little shit that he could ignore his own discomfort as long as the other person was having an even worse time…
Either way, you were now part of a god-sandwich and prayed to all the others that the ride wouldn't last too long.
Fortunately, the Gradungr started moving soon after (you could imagine it wasn't particularly thrilled about having to carry three passengers at once), and you watched as the city passed by. Atreus said something, but you didn't pay attention. Instead, you made every effort not to slide further into the Aesir each time Gulltoppr took a bigger step. But with no one to lean on but Heimdall himself your struggle was doomed from the start, so you gave up pretty quickly and just kept your head firmly turned to the side.
You passed place after place where people were fighting, and soon you started to wonder if Gladsheim was actually half training ground. Rather funny. No wonder Heimdall loved this place, what with him always being so on edge and ready for a fight.
"...Goodness", you heard him say in mock surprise, "you really don't know anything about our culture, do you?"
"I know your wall was built by a Giant", Atreus replied, a hint of triumph in his voice. Point for Team Good Guys! You couldn't help but grin.
Heimdall laughed incredulously, and you could feel it shaking your own body. So weird...
"A Giant. The wall was built by a Giant to keep out the Giants. Are you even listening to yourself?"
"Hrimthur, son of Thamur. I know the whole story."
"Really? Oh, I truly can not wait for you to tell me more of your little revisionist tales about my own culture. Believe me, I am dying to hear more."
You wondered how he would react if you elbowed him in the back right about now. Arrogant prick.
The next moment, Gulltoppr carried you past a group of Einherjar warriors, including a few dragon tamers. They were all armed to the teeth, and suddenly you were quite happy to be sitting up here, sandwiched between these two gods...
"Hey, is that Odin's palace?", Atreus asked.
"'Palace'? You think the All-Father needs to puff himself up like some mortal chieftain? Oh, no..."
Gulltoppr came to a stop, and you could breathe easier as Heimdall jumped to the ground. Your eyes briefly wandered to the large building in front of you, a kind of... oversized lodge. But soon they were searching for the Aesir again; you didn't trust him one bit.
"True power does not need to flaunt", he continued, looking up at you. "It emerges when the time is right, and not one. second. earlier."
His words hung in the air between you for a moment before he suddenly grabbed your leg and, with the other hand, gave Gulltoppr's back end a firm slap. Immediately, the animal reared up and charged forward, causing you to lose your balance and fall to the ground. The air was knocked out of your lungs, and you saw stars for a moment. From a distance, you heard Atreus yell, and looked up just in time to see him being violently tossed around by the Gradungr before he, too, was unceremoniously thrown off its back.
You had already opened your mouth to give the Aesir a piece of your mind when he shouted: "Hey! Helmet heads! I brought you a new training dummy!"
Horrified, you watched some of the warriors you had passed on the way here climb over the fence and head toward Atreus, who assumed a defensive stance. You were about to do the same, but Heimdall was faster. He grabbed your elbow and yanked you to your feet as if you weighed no more than a feather.
"What are you doing?! I thought you were taking us to Odin!", you heard Atreus shout before the fight began and he was busy keeping the Einherjar at bay.
"You see, the thing is - you obviously have treacherous intent. So I will not bring you anywhere near the All-Father", Heimdall replied, pulling you closer.
You tried to break free, struggling this way and that, even clawing at his hand, but he didn't budge. On the contrary, his grip only tightened. You cried out, and Atreus called your name, but he was too busy to come to your aid. So in the end, you did the only thing you could still think of:
You bit his hand.
Immediately, Heimdall loosened his grip on your arm and let out a pained cry. You didn't hesitate for a second and spun around, but before you could take another step toward Atreus, Gulltoppr blocked your path. Angrily, you changed directions yet again, ready to go to the extreme - however, it was as if the Aesir god suddenly didn't even notice you anymore. No, instead, he was just staring at his hand, as if he couldn't believe that a mortal had dared to hurt him.
And if the situation had been less stressful for you, you might have realized just how unbelievable that actually was...
As things stood, though, you could only wait with a pounding heart for his next move. And you didn't have to wait long before his head snapped back up, expression literally murderous, and your courage vanished in an instant. Your eyes darted around in panic as you desperately scanned your surroundings for a way out. But the longer you searched, the more you felt like a mouse trapped in an underground tunnel with a giant snake blocking the only exit. No chance.
It took the Watchman only three steps to reach you, and you braced yourself for the inevitable pain that was sure to follow... When, all of a sudden, there was a loud bang above your heads. It seemed to shake the whole world, and you quickly covered your ears and crouched down in fear.
You remained in this position for some time, listening only to your wildly beating heart and the blood rushing in your ears. Until Heimdall eventually pulled you to your feet once more and roughly dragged you into the makeshift arena.
Straight toward the big man who had suddenly appeared right next to Atreus: Thor, the God of Thunder.
You had flashbacks of his surprise visit to your cabin a few weeks ago - the moment that set all of this in motion, really - and couldn't help but feel a little panicked at the sight. However, it seemed like your worry about Atreus was misplaced; Thor didn't pay him any attention. Instead, he just watched calmly as Heimdall rushed forward, you in tow. A few feet away, he finally let go of you, and you immediately rubbed your sore arm.
In the blink of an eye, Atreus appeared beside you. "Are you okay?"
You nodded, even though you were still feeling rather shaky. "You?"
He returned the gesture, smiling slightly, before you both turned your attention back to the spectacle unfolding before you.
Heimdall got all up in Thor's face and growled: "What are you doing here."
"They are guests of the All-Father, whether you like it or not. No playthings", the mountain of a man growled back, his voice so deep you could almost feel it in the air. "So knock it off."
You were spellbound. The two Aesir gods didn't seem to get along very well - to say the least. Which, you had to admit, was extremely delightful to watch.
Heimdall bared his golden teeth. "And what if I don't? Hm? What will you do to stop me? Drink yourself into another stupor?"
At that, Thor seemed to grow even larger, his eyes practically shooting thunderbolts at his counterpart. You instinctively swallowed at this display of power, and it wasn't even aimed at you! The God of Thunder was just that terrifying.
"Want to find out?"
The situation was so tense that you half-expected them to actually start fighting. But then there was a loud whooshing sound, and suddenly, the All-Father himself was standing right next to you. You nearly jumped out of your skin and quickly put some distance between you, while all heads immediately turned in his direction.
"Loki!", he exclaimed, shaking his hand enthusiastically. "You made it! I am truly honored."
He nodded at you, and you smiled back shyly.
"I see you had an… interesting reception." He eyed your dirty clothes, and out of the corner of your eye, you saw Heimdall stand a little straighter. "He's one of my best men, you know. Reads minds for me."
As if on cue, Heimdall approached Odin and said with a slight bow: "You have misjudged them, All-Father. They intend to deceive you."
Odin gave him a stern look. "Of course they do, Heimdall, don't be ridiculous. Why else would they be here, hm? Better explain to me why they're covered in mud!"
The younger Aesir repeatedly opened and closed his mouth, making him look like a fish out of water. You couldn't help but grin, but then his purple eyes met yours and you immediately straight-faced. "This isn't over", they seemed to say. You found yourself rubbing your arm again.
"There is something else, All-Father-"
Odin sighed. "What now? Heimdall, will you just relax? Were you intending on killing me first thing, Loki? Hm? No? Well then. They're here because they have questions, Heimdall, and I have plenty of answers to give. No need to be so tense."
The God of Foresight still didn't seem convinced, but now Odin had enough and sent him and Thor away. You let out a relieved sigh. Even if you never had to see Heimdall again, it would still be too soon. What a piece of work…
You caught Odin's eye, and he chuckled softly. "I know. He's something, isn't he? Very useful, but sometimes he just forgets… to think, you know. I'll make sure he doesn't bother you any more while you're here. ...Ah, but I believe it's time for a little change of scenery!"
In an instant, you were surrounded by countless wings, and this time, you couldn't help but hold on to Atreus. You felt like so much had happened in the last few hours that your brain could barely keep up. A few heartbeats later, you were already in another part of the city.
Odin approached you again. "I don't want to presume. I mean, ha! How could I possibly know what it's like for a mortal to stand here in Asgard? But I'd hazard a guess that it's a fair bit overwhelming, so if you could use a break, that would be perfectly understandable."
You quickly shook your head and let go of Atreus' arm. "Uh, no. No need, I'm fine."
He nodded and then took you on a little tour of this part of the city. You mostly just listened while he talked to Atreus, but that was okay and exactly what your head needed right now. A break would have been nice too, actually, but you didn't want to show any weakness in front of Odin. Also for Atreus' sake; he did emphasize that he wasn't mad at you for following him here, but still. You wanted to be as little of a burden as possible.
The three of you passed by a large training ground (because of course), and you immediately suspected that this was no coincidence. Odin wanted you to see this, the many skilled warriors of Asgard. The great army of Asgard. And you had to admit: If that was meant to impress, he had succeeded. At least as far as you were concerned.
What also greatly impressed you were the Einherjar themselves. Once ordinary people like you, they now stood here, having died and reached Valhalla, and were being trained for Odin's army. They scared you, but in a different way than, say, Heimdall did. Every time you looked at them, you couldn't help but search for a remnant of humanity in them… But all you found was emptiness and death.
You were glad when that part of the tour was over. But then you found yourself back in the raven vortex, and this time you felt a little nauseous even. Maybe it was just your mortal stomach acting up...
Luckily, no one seemed to pay you or your wobbly legs any attention after you arrived back at the big lodge. Instead, Odin instructed a servant, who had apparently been waiting for you, to hand Atreus a huge stack of books.
"Oof", he grunted.
"Just a few books from my personal collection. You like to read, no?"
You and Atreus exchanged a glance before hurrying after Odin.
"Uh, sure... I mean, yes, that's right. Thanks", the boy replied, a little taken aback. It was good to know that you weren't the only one having trouble processing what was happening.
You entered the big building, and wow, it really was big. Much bigger than it had looked from the outside. That seemed to be a common theme in Asgard: Nothing was as it appeared at first glance. And of course, Odin was no exception. You looked thoughtfully at his back as he led you through the lodge. Hearing from Freya how captivating and charismatic he could be was one thing. Experiencing it firsthand was quite another. You shot Atreus a quick look. Hopefully, he would remember her words as well...
You arrived at the final stop, Atreus' very own room. And yes, you heard that right, you seemed to have separate accommodations. That wasn't a problem per se; you didn't mind sleeping in different rooms, you had already done so back at Brok and Sindri's. Sure, it had been strange at first, because in Midgard, you, Kratos, and Atreus had shared a single room for many years. Out of necessity, of course. Still, having a little more privacy in the Realm Between Realms had come as a pleasant surprise.
But this was different. You had no idea how the next few days (weeks?) would unfold, but you seriously doubted that you would be able to spend much quality time with the younger god once he started his studies. Because never in a million years would Odin involve you, the silly little mortal guard dog, in his affairs. It was a miracle he had even let you set foot in Asgard! No, it would serve him quite well to keep the two of you apart.
And for that very reason, you had hoped for a shared room at least. And also, because you were still on enemy territory here, surrounded by people who could snap you in half without breaking a sweat. But, you know. No biggie.
Odin, however, wouldn't budge. "Loki, every young man needs his own space, unless he wants to start a family. And think about your studies! It will do you good to have as few distractions as possible, trust me."
You frowned. Odin almost made it sound like you would deliberately try and sabotage his studies. This whole thing made you even more uneasy now, but when Atreus gave you a sheepish look, you knew you had lost.
"All right, fine", you muttered.
Odin nodded, satisfied. "A wise decision. And look, your rooms are even right next to each other", he said, addressing you directly. "I'll ask someone to show you- Ah, speaking of! Sif! Good to see you. I'm just showing our dear guests to their rooms. Would you be so kind-"
"All-Father, forgive the interruption, but there is a matter that requires your attention."
Odin raised his eyebrows, motioned for you to wait, and took the Aesir goddess aside to hear what she had to say. Meanwhile, you admired Sif's elaborate hairstyle and the intricate tattoos on her arm. She was stunning. If someone had told you that she was actually the ruler of Asgard, you would have believed them in a heartbeat. You glanced at Atreus and chuckled to yourself; judging by his awestruck expression, he was having quite similar thoughts.
Odin's sigh caught your attention. "Oh, there's just no end to these problems, is there…" He turned to you with a pensive look. "Would you mind if we rearranged the evening program a bit? I'd like to take Loki on a little trip. In the meantime, feel free to move into your room. Make yourself comfortable!"
You felt the corners of your mouth twitch. Of course they were already trying to separate you right here and now. It was so predictable, so unabashedly-
"No problem. Sounds good."
You stared at Atreus. What? Hadn't you just talked about that, right before coming here, that you would immediately step in if they tried to drive you apart for no good reason? So what was that all about??
The boy felt your eyes on him, but just smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, it's fine. It'll only be for a short while, you heard him. And, well... I also think a little rest might do you some good- Said with love, of course! I'm just worried."
You bit your lower lip. Well, it was sweet of him to worry about you, but by doing so, he was playing right into Odin's hands. He was right about one thing, though: The longer you stood here, the more tired you felt. Your legs were practically screaming for a break. This day had thoroughly exhausted you.
So in the end, you just nodded hesitantly, while crossing your fingers that he knew what he was doing. And that Odin wouldn't kill him as soon as they were alone...
"Excellent, excellent", Odin said, clapping his hands. "Then please, Loki, put your books down, and let's go visit our good friends, the dwarves! Oh, and Sif-" For the first time, he noticed her tense expression. "Is there something else…?"
"This is Loki?" Her voice sounded strained. "Here. In our home. How nice."
The old man chuckled. "Ah, always the diplomat. Yes, my dear, this is Loki. But don't you worry your pretty little head, I'll keep an eye on him. Now, would you do me a favor and show our other guest to her room? Just like I told you, that one right there. You know the one."
You gulped as you felt her icy gaze on you. "…Of course, All-Father." And with that, she walked away, clearly expecting you to follow right behind her.
You cast one last glance at Atreus, but he merely nodded in the direction Sif had gone and gave you another encouraging smile before joining Odin. Seconds later, the two of them were swallowed up by the raven vortex once more, leaving you all alone.
On enemy territory. Surrounded by powerful gods. A mortal in frickin' Asgard.
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Thank you for the heads up! I think I forgot to tag some of them as Heimdall x Reader Lololol I will go back and readd them ^-^
