This fandom has most stupidest mfs i ever seen in my 10 years of being in many various fandoms. Do they think or do they have brain eating parasite hence no thinking at all.
This is the most boring one hour I had in my life… Has it been an hour?
Sigh escaped past your lips as you lay on your new bed — which is far more comfortable than you expected. The feather filled mattress and pillow is sinking me in, it feels like a cloud almost… As you kept your eyes closed, your arms stretched out to the sides and legs tangling on the edge. You swore you could feel as second go by — I should get up.
That thought was as quiet as a whisper and no attempts were being made to get up. I'm so tired… and this bed is so comfortable… More comfortable than moss anyway… As your thoughts drifted further away and your body sunk deeper into the mattress —
BANG BANG BANG.
With quiet startled gasp you opened your eyes and straighten up. Your eyes dart up all over the room, the drowsiness of your short nap still clouds your mind for few moments before your memories flood back in as you get up from the bed. He must be here, the hour has already passed? Short naps like this always leave you more disoriented than you like.
Going to the dresser near the bed, as you look into the mirror — rubbing one side of the face to wipe off the last traces of a short slumber that you couldn't fight off. My hair is a mess… Your hands brush through the tangled locks, tightening them back into place, straighten up your clothes to make sure everything was as it was before you came into the house, then headed to the door.
As your ever-quiet steps match the silence of the home, you walked past the heart of the house and towards the door to outside. Your hand grabs the handle not opening yet, staying still for a few moments. I wished I could've just stayed in bed… As you thought of lying so you can stay here instead — your stomach growled, protesting and urging you to go. People can be ignored in the hall, but hunger, not so much.
You sighed, ready to face whoever this "Heimdall" person is behind the door. As you opened it and there he was — arms crossed staring right at you. You lifted your head, and the first thing that caught your eyes was his height — taller than you had expected. Then his golden tightly braided locks and as your eyes drifted to his face — to his eyes.
Pink with dark purple swirling around as they stared right through you. Your mind turning gears as the color is familiar. Didn't einherjar also have this exact same eye color as they get turned into Odin's warriors? Your eyebrows frown slightly as you tried to connect the dots. Is this the side effect of Bifrost? From my knowledge Bifrost has more gold color — this is strange.
We stared at each other for a moment that felt like eternity. My heart recognized something in him that my mind couldn't make sense of it. Why it feels like I know him if i never saw this man in my life? The evening summer sun painting this golden man even more extravagant. From all the gold on his clothing, I don't think the sun need to point it out — it will blind the rest of us…
As he kept his arms crossed like an unmoving statue. He raised his blond eyebrow at you and squinting his eyes ever so slightly — as if trying to read something that has no words he can read, before your mind could start its another course of trying to understand the tiniest change in his expression he spoke. "Took you long enough to open the door." His voice is flat with sprinkle of annoyance.
As he turned to the side, fully expecting you to start following him. "Come now, we don't need to waste any more time with you taking your sweet time." Rude, but Odin did warn me of his… attitude. You stepped forward, closed the door behind you and locked it. He was already walking ahead, not waiting for you to finish.
As you picked up your pace to catch up to him you knew one thing for sure. He will be pain in my ass. You rolled your eyes at the thought of him already being insufferable while he was not looking at you. As you two walked on the same path as you came with Odin, the silence between you two didn't last long. "I wonder — what does All father wants from the likes of you." He hums in mocking curiosity, but that barely fazed you.
"Go ask him if you're that curious." Your tone was as indifferent as a lake getting a pebble thrown into it. He glanced back at you for a second before facing forward again — not an answer he expected to get. However, it didn't stop him from prying for more. "You don't even know yourself?" He is very nosy.
"No."
He hums, now less mocking and more annoyed. Clearly he wanted a reaction, and you were making him feel like he is having conversation with a wall instead. "You're no fun, that's not a good first impression you know?" he says this as if prying is most normal thing to do first thing to someone you just met.
You hold back the urge to roll your eyes at him "and being nosy is very good for your first impression — due to how casual you are, you do this to everyone you meet?" Your tone remain as dry as grass after heatwave. He scoffs at your answer, "no, only those who look suspicious — like you." You sigh, leaving his answer hang in the air as you two continue to walk, getting closer to the main gate which leads to great hall.
The silence stretched thinner between you two as he continued to walk in front of you, crossing the courtyard towards the massive doors. He opens them and moved more to the side to let you in. As you were about to walk past him and part ways, he grabs your arm with his free hand. "Don't think I won't be watching you for any potential threats from outsider like you."
His tone was disdainful, with a darker undertone, and his eyes shone with a promise of what he is saying wasn't to flaunt — but to warn. "Just because you gained All fathers favor, doesn't mean you earned mine." He stared at you almost unblinking. You heard his threat loud and clear — if it was your first time getting threaten from the gods, you would be worried — however, that was not the case.
You kept your gaze on him, matching in his intensity. Intimidation won't work on you, but you do acknowledge one thing: He must really care about this place that he is willing to threaten so openly. You tilted your head at him, as he waits for your acknowledgment of his words. He wasn't a type to let go of things easily.
"Flattered. If only your favor meant a single thing to me here, perhaps I would… well, I don't know — care?" Giving him a sickening sweet-mocking smile, then letting it fall flat as it was before "Worry not, I'm not that stupid to pick up a fight by being a threat here of all places." Your voice came back to it's flat tone.
Before unhooking his firm hand from your arm and walking pass him to great hall, where dinner is being held and tankards are being slammed into one another. He followed you in, his stare burning into the back of your head as you walked ahead — where you could see Odin talking to someone. He notices you and smiles in your direction, inviting you to come closer.
Odin is a lying scumbag and one of his son — out of gods knows how many, is a cunt. Things are going great.
Your eyes wandered across the unfamiliar faces in the spacious room. The majority were warriors, still dressed as if they were ready for any short notice conflict — always ready to fight, but even more ready to drink themselves nearly to death. They slammed tankers into each other and laughing like bunch of drunken sailors who'd caught the biggest catch.
Those who weren't dressed as warriors sat bit further away from the start and middle of the table, quieter but still loud as they talked among themselves — completely unfazed by the warriors rowdiness and bad singing; if anything they look amused of their behavior.
As you got closer to Odin and smiling back in greeting. "Good to see you again. I hope my son didn't give you too much of a headache" his smile remained steady, all while briefly glancing at Heimdall — unspoken words between them that Heimdall clearly understood as he came closer next to you and greeted "All father." The change in his tone was palpable, nearly giving you a mental whiplash. He is a selective cunt, of course.
You shook your head. "He was alright, no trouble" you could see how Heimdall's eyebrows frown for a second at your answer, knowing damn well that he wasn't either of those things. Before he masked it back to his usual neutral expression. Odin's face remain still, but the warm light from the blazers on the pillars lit up his face, and you could see the micro change in his expression — he is searching for a lie on your face.
As if he couldn't believe your words, that Heimdall actually — behaved? However it disappeared as quickly as you saw it, he scoffed and rubbed his short grey beard. "Well that would be my first time hearing it, very well then. You can go, Heimdall" He waved him off while keeping his gaze on you.
"Yes, All-Father." His tone was ever soft towards Odin. He placed his hand on his chest and bowed down slightly before taking his leave. Heimdall clearly cares for his father. Can't say the same for his father though… A servant came up to Odin holding a wooden spoon and bowl of stew, he took it before giving it to you. "Here, you must be very hungry."
Though you can be quite picky with your food. I mean for crying out loud, you grew up in the palace — the best of the best was served only. But even then, that food wouldn't look appetizing some days. Too tidy and too perfectly placed, like a child's toy — doesn't look real. Some of it even taste as weird as it looked… Just thinking about some of the appetizers made a shiver go down your spine.
So the stew in front you, clearly made to fill warriors belly. It looks better than the perfection you are used to, even if you been out of the palace more often than not. You get used to simplicity a lot faster than the fanciness. Those who didn't grew up behind palace walls wouldn't agree with me, can't blame them. Royals build the perfect image of themselves to rub into the faces of others. So they can look, but never touch.
You took the stew from Odin's hand with carefulness of someone who's been daydreaming about food for few hours now. You thank him and went to find an empty spot for yourself to sit. Away from the rowdiness of the start and middle of the long table. The end of the table it is — thank the stars they look normal and calm, I may have a chance to eat.
As you nod in acknowledgement to those you will sit down beside and place your stew on the table. You sigh in pure relief, that you're about to finally eat and have no one to disturb you. However, from the corner of your eye — you can see a certain golden man coming closer to you from the other side of the long table.
Oh — for fucks sakes. Spoke too soon.
Can I have a moment of solitude, is it even a thing for me anymore? You sighed for what it feels like hundredth time in the last half-hour. The stew's rich aroma was filling your nose — luring you in by finally taking the first bite. All you want now is to eat, not chit-chat with glaring sun-personified man. Once he got closer, he didn't say anything at first.
Just casting a glance at the older man who was next to you, which could only mean "move." Unfortunately for you, he did. He sat in his spot, leaning his back against the table and letting his legs spread out. He rested one elbow on the table near you while taking a bite of his apple with the other hand. You didn't glanced at him, pretend he wasn't there at all. You took your spoon swirling inside the stew before taking the first sip.
A moment of silence passed between you. As he swallowed the bite he had taken without glancing at you, he continued to look toward where most of the rowdiness was happening. As his gaze returned to you, from the corner of your eye, you could see the curiosity dimly shining in his eyes. I wonder if he is aware that while his face remains passive, his eyes are speaking for him?
"Why didn't you tell him what actually happened? If anything I thought you would be eager to tell." His didn't held much disdain in his question as it did just half an hour ago. Now more curious, but still cautious, he took another bite of his apple as he waited for your answer.
Are you serious right now? Couldn't this wait till tomorrow? Thoughts ever so loud asyou deadpanned into your stew, seriously getting more sick of this day. "Oh, didn't realized we age regressed. Are we children that tell on one another?" You dropped your spoon into the stew before turning your head to face him at last. "Besides, I met far bigger assholes than you. You're mild at best."
You could see his eye twitch before taking a bite of his apple again, with a bit more force than needed. It didn't made him leave or throw his half eaten apple at you. I expected that apple to be launched at my head at this point; suppose he has bit more patience than I first assumed. Taking the spoon again, you took another sip of your stew.
Nothing was said between you two for some time. You were going to continue this way until you leave; however, he has other plans — as he always does."You're strange" his voice breaks the silence; you could hear arrogance dripping from his remark towards you — not that it mattered.
"And you care too much what others think of you." This made him frown at you and stop mid-bite of his apple before lowering it, as he couldn't believe what his ears heard.
He frown deepen "as if" he scoffed once again. "They are lucky to be in my presence. Not every day you speak to a watchman of the Aesir, after all — sweetheart." Sarcasm dripping out like venom. You continued to eat your stew with no rush in the world. "If you didn't. You wouldn't be asking me why I didn't tell on you in first place." Your voice never faltered once, remained steady as a river.
He rolls his eyes before taking last bite of his apple and throwing it out of the open window which was conveniently in front of him."Well, forgive a man for being curious" his tone ever so dry, maybe he is getting bored of me — finally.
You paid no mind to his small changes of tone. Simply continued to eat your stew, which turned out to be far more delicious than you first suspected it would be. "Accepted. Now get out. Let me eat without buzzing in my ear" He hums, before a smirk decorates his face. "What? I can't sit in my own father's home?" you closed your eyes for a second, of course he would nitpick like this.
"It's not that you can't be here, but we both know damn well you don't need to sit near me with all the empty seats around us." You glanced at him for the side — unimpressed. "You got what you wanted, now you can leave me alone." He chuckles before getting up "so feisty… We will get along just fine." A cold smirk appeared on his face before he walks off.
Oh the stars above, send me all the patience you have. I will need it.
Once the golden god left and the air finally became lighter, you sighed before returning to your stew, now lukewarm—blame the cold, nosy god who just left. Don't gods know how to mind their business at all? No matter where I go, they're always so… nosy. You resist the urge to roll your eyes at the pattern you caught on to.
The rest of the long table seem to not mind the intrusive presence that was here not even few minutes ago, sticking to their own conversations, keeping their eyes on each other and their food. Though you did caught their wondering gaze towards the two of you — pitying looks. From that you can guess Heimdall terrorizes every new presence in Asgard that doesn't fit their mold.
Acting more like a guard dog than a person, you hummed in thought as you brought spoon to your lips. You decided to let the thought go for now — otherwise you will eat your stew for ages as your mind will prioritize to try to make sense of his behavior.
Just as your mind quieted itself down and tuned out the world around you, seeking a moment of stillness in the place that never got acquainted with silence. minutes passed and to you felt more like seconds. Your stew long gone, you picked up an apple from the bowl in front of you and took a bite.
crunch—
As if on cue, the heavy doors of the great lodge opened and your eyes drift to it. A tall figure appeared — even that is underestimated. He was massive, mountain of muscle — not the ones to show off, but those who would crush a skull with minimal effort. Even from all the way at the end of the table, you could feel his presence the way you could feel the thunder before it strikes the earth — he must be Thor.
He had shoulder-length, messy and wild deep red hair. It looks mostly unkempt of — as if it's the last thing he bothers to look after. He has not very long, but a full beard with color that matches his hair, decorated with two braids — he doesn't look like a man who would braid his hair for the fun of it, you hummed in thought. Perhaps someone close did it for him?
Thor’s chest was largely bare, the rough swirls of tattoos and scars catching in the warm light as he moved. Leather pauldrons and bracers etched with intricate Asgardian knotwork. His hips and waist were hugged by a wide dark leather belt with golden details and Mjölnir gleaming against it. His dark forest green pants were tucked into heavy leather boots that reached his knees.
As he walks in and let the door fall shut behind him with a slam that quieted down the hall for mere moments that felt like forever. He looked at someone, and your eyes followed his to see what caught the giant's eye. It was a young girl — one that looked awfully like him hair wise. Both have wild untamed fiery hair. His was deeper in color, while hers was lighter with a stroke of his shade as someone forgot to finish the job.
She looked at him, her gaze… Sad, in the way only a daughter could show when her father is so close yet so far away. You don't want to assume that he is her father yet, but your intuition is whispering otherwise. You bit into your apple as your unwavering gaze stayed on them, your curiosity is an endless well that can never be ever filled.
He turned and walked away, towards the table side where you're sitting. As he got closer you could see him better besides the fiery hair — he has such sad and tired gaze that even his bright blue eyes are getting swallowed in the sheer darkness of his own emotions that he can't put down. He is drowning in a lake someone else made that he came to terms with… You recognize that look anywhere, as it used to be on your face as well.
For his massive build, he walks rather quietly. If not for his loud presence you wouldn't notice as he walks around you where your eyes can't see him. I think that's what he seeks — I wouldn't be surprised. As he was about to pass you by, your eyes meet one another briefly, but enough time for him to slightly squint at you in distrust. Not every day an elf — an outsider, stares at you without fear but rather with curiosity.
As he turned the corner, headed to Odin's study room as your memory serves correctly from the time you met his sons. You took another bite of your apple as the sound returned to the hall once the god of thunder left. From how quiet the room got, he got quite a reputation tattooed on him…
Your mind collecting the pieces of Odin's family together, the ones you've met so far are all… strange. Either cocky and arrogant or quiet and watchful, but one trait for certain is they all will be distrustful — this will be fun…
You bit into your apple as you got more lost into thought. Before you got pulled out by the voice next to you, asking a question that seems too directed at you, so you turn your head into their direction. "Did you say something?" your one eyebrow lifting up as you asked — didn't expected an Asgardian to speak to you today.
The woman stared at you in confusion and slight fear. She took you a back for a moment as her big bright hazel eyes with her long bright braided blonde hair, she reminded you of someone buried deep in your past that you showed and told no one but the ghosts in your room. It's nearly funny how life can play jokes on you with those who aren't in your life anymore.
"you just stared at him in the eye?" That confused you little more, making you chuckle softly "I can't look gods in the eye here?" She straightened up and shook her head before speaking up a bit more louder than before "That's not what I meant…" She chuckled with you, relaxing bit due to your own calm reaction.
"It's just — he isn't that kind of god where you can just…" Her words fall short, as she can't begin to describe his reputation that he made for himself. "Challenge with eye contact alone?" You finish her sentence for her as you bite into your apple, "yeah… Since you're Odin's guest, you have to be careful how you speak to the gods here." Your eyes soften at her, didn't expect a local to be so nice to you so soon.
"Don't worry I'm not that type to piss off gods for the fun of it" she smiles at your answer, before you add in "Well that would be a lie — I don't piss them off often." You laugh and her eyes widen at your boldness before chuckling with you, getting more relaxed due to your lighthearted nature.
As you quiet down, she looks like she wants to ask something — but not sure if she should. "Go on, ask. Not everyday you see an outsider like me do you?" Her eyes lit up at your permission to ask her question "I never saw someone like you before, you speak Norse so well — where did you learn it?"
You took a last bite of your apple before placing it in front of you. "Back home, we have written down many languages and you can learn whatever you want." half-lie, half-truth, you only learned Norse so your mission would go more smoothly, not because you wanted to bother learning it. She nods at your answer before scooting a bit closer to you, her curiosity is spilling from her.
"Where is your home?" There it is, the prized question "Far away from here and tightly locked away for outsiders." If not for that war nearly two thousand years ago, your home would be a lot closer and those elves who cling to the broken structures of an old home that they don't remember anymore, wouldn't be so divided by hatred that is not theirs to bear anymore.
You let the thought pass you by, not letting the history of your people seep into the lighthearted mood. The girl didn't notice the switch in you that was happening and you're grateful that she hasn't. "Really? I suppose we have one thing in common for now. We both came from locked places." She smiled at you, not prying for more.
You smiled at her understanding nature, already contradicting stories you heard about Asgardians. As you two talked about mundane things for a little while and the sun had already set completely, she laughed at something you said before looking out a window behind you two. "It's getting late and before I will forget I wanted to tell you about one other god."
You rested your face on your knuckles and smiled. "You going to make me memorize every god in here?" She chuckled and shook her head "Oh no, it would take us forever." Her smile falter a little before continuing "there is a god named Baldur. He was cursed by his mother and due to that he can't feel anything physically, can't be killed and he is…" Her eyebrows furrow as she tries to find the right words.
"He lost his mind; he acts impulsively and recklessly — doing nearly everything to provoke an emotion or a reaction out of you. So when you will meet him, try not to piss him off?" Even when she sounds unsure of her own advice, you felt warmth that she would go out of her way to warn you ahead. "I see, crazy gods aren't my favorite so thank you for heads-up." You let your arm rest on the table before getting ready to get up.
"It's getting late, you should go home, as I will do the same. Today was a long day." She got up with you — nodded, wished you goodnight then headed towards the open doors that led out of the great lodge and disappearing into the night.
I feel so I bad that I missed this for so long</3 (I never check my inbox, ever.).
From braids I will guess it's Heimdall. He is very lovely dear, thank you<3.
Synopsis: Your period begun and emotions overflow. Heimdall is there to make it better.
Warnings: comfort, soft Heimdall.
Pairing: Heimdall x fem!reader
word count: 2,000
The morning sun rose over the Asgard, painting the city in beautiful golden colors. And near the heart of the Asgard's city, where you share roof with no other than the golden god. Whom you admire and love so much, that it honestly hurts to feel it all in the way it floods your heart and soul. As right now, you feel like your uterus about to exit your body by stabbing out of you instead.
The gentle sun rays peak through thin curtains as you lay on bare, but warm chest. Heimdall's firm hand on your waist still there since last night — refusing to let you go. Possessive even in sleep, a smile rising to your face at the thought of it before sharp pain shoots through your lower abdomen making you groan softly. Oh hel. That's… one way to start my morning.
You felt his hand tightening in acknowledgment before releasing and starting to trace your waist in circles. As to help you soothe whatever is bothering you. His hands usually does magic on me, but the cycle clearly doesn't care. He sensed your growing discomfort you're not voicing out yourself. "What's wrong?" His morning voice is hoarser and deeper than his voice usually is. Truly music to your ears, even in your current state.
Before you could answer him, you had to stop yourself to gather composure as nausea coming in a small wave. Oh my gods, not nausea — who did I offend to earn this punishment? Shiver goes down your spine as nausea passes you. He notices — he always does, without a word he pulls quilt higher to cover your shoulders. "I think. My cycle has started" a defeat paints your voice, already tired even when the day just begun.
He hums in answer. His hand never faltering of comforting you, rubbing your back up and down. "Are you hungry?" his thoughtfulness making your heart feel fuller, nearly bringing you to tears. There it goes my emotional regulation, "I'm not sure. Maybe fruits?" You could hear him scoff at your breakfast choice — his tone holds no disdain, just amusement even in your — more fragile state.
However in his brilliant colored eyes — you're never fragile to him. You're fighting battles you never asked, and do it without much of complain — wished you would though. So he had even better excuse to pamper you, as if he isn't already doing it so.
By the time you lifted your head up to look at him — he was already staring at you. Never did a thought crossed your mind that someone will ever look at you like you're most beautiful and strongest person he has ever seen. I don't think I will get used to it. As your eyes continue to do the talking — no words are needed when your souls already speak the same language. I don't think I want to — so this feeling will stay forever.
He sighed softly before cupping one side of your face and bring you closer to him. Planting a gentle kiss on your cheek following up with another kiss on your forehead — for a moment, his love for you puts an invisible wall between you and the pain. Even if it won't last for long — it's a remedy you won't trade for anything else.
His calloused, but ever so gentle hand remains on your face, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb. "Do you need to go put on a cloth?" For good moment you have forgotten about your cycle, his love has not right to be this addicting — an addiction you will do nothing about to cure it. "Yeah… Don't want to risk our sheets to stain." He raises an eyebrow at your subtle worry, "sheets can always be replaced and washed. Let's worry about you now love."
You could feel as his words go straight to your heart — the deepest part of your being. As vision gets blurry due to tears that you have no control over anymore. He is so sweet, oh the stars above — thank you. Lowering your head back to his chest to hide your tears. He says nothing, lets his hand rubs your back in comfort — not fazed by the changes of your emotions. It's part of you and he loves all of you just the same.
Remaining like this for few moments, gathering your, now, fragile composure. "You're so gentle, did you know that?" your muffled voice break through the silence while remained nestled in his chest. Even if you couldn't see him, you knew he had his eyebrow raised at your comment. "You're wrong. I'm not, just more gentle… To you."
You head rose up. "Isn't it the same thing?" Heimdall tilted his head slightly as the corner of his mouth rising in a smile from amusement as he stared at your tear stained face. His hand once again finds its way back to cradle your face — never far away. Gently wipes away the last remaining tears "I don't think they would agree with you, love." As the warmth of his hand seeps into your skin, couldn't help but frown.
"Why does it matter what they think?" You never let anyone dictate your life with their opinions, but now these feelings nearly boil over with anger, all for him. Heimdall noticed the swift change of your emotions, "it doesn't — how about we go eat, and get some of your fruits to gnaw on" changes the topic before your emotions have a chance to spill over.
As he rose up with you firmly in his arms, never once letting you go. You would think he would merge with you if he had the chance with how much he likes being close to you. I wouldn't mind, the closer — the better. Your anger subdued with his ability of distracting you quickly, but not dismissively. As both of you stood up, to get ready for new day— you put your hands high up to stretch your still slumbering joints.
The tunic you wear for bed, which is his. Is very noticeably looks larger on you — like a dress with his scent coat in. Even during stretch your eyes never leave him out of sight as you watch him dress up — more simpler than his usual. There is something alluring to watching him do mundane things. Letting your hands fall to your side as you grab a brush — I think it's his calm expression that makes it very hard not to stare…
And yet, so many people think he is — heartless. It's simply not true, not entirely, he can be cruel with his words — yes, that you can't deny. I used to be on the receiving end after all… But he is more than this, he was always more than the mold he was told to shape himself into to be.
As your thoughts making you get lost into them deeper and your hand continue to brush your hair all the sleep tangles. The sharp pain once again returned, but now it's worse by making you bend slightly over and clutch your stomach as if you got stabbed. Heimdall's head snapped to your direction as he finished putting his clothes on. In blink of an eye he was right beside you, holding into your waist to support.
"Are you okay?" His eyebrows frowned as he tried to hide his concern to remain composed even when it was leaking out like spilled ink through paper. "Yeah… yeah." You straighten out while taking deep breaths before letting longer one out. "I'm going to… put on something so I won't leak out everywhere…" His hand still firmly planted into your waist and arm "want me to take you there?"
Ever so thoughtful of your discomfort, knowing you don't want to be treated like a fragile doll — as he can't help the need to help you in every way he can. "It's okay, I can go by myself." You tried to reassurance him with a smile he loves to see. Reluctantly he let's go of you all while searching for signs of pain in your face "Alright… I will be in the kitchen then. Don't take long, food won't taste good without you there."
You titled head at him, he can be so adorable when he tries to hide his concern. "I will be quick as a wind" leaving the bedroom together — his hand brushed pass yours as you two parted your ways in the hallway. I hate cycles, I hate these goddamn cycles… But I love being pampered by him even more. As you put in protective cloth in — couldn't help but sigh as love sick puppy. He is so sweet, how did I got so lucky?
Already missing him even if you're just rooms away from each other. You quickly finished it and nearly ran to where he is waiting for you. Heimdall had his back turned, cooking breakfast for both of you. sliced fruits in a bowl already placed on the table that had many great memories of your countless mornings together. Next to it were cups of teas you both favored.
He took care of it all so fast. He is getting better at this. Smile creep up on you as you sit down, planting your elbows on the table and letting your chin rest on your palm as you watch him cook. Even if you had little to no appetite and dull pain staying in your lower abdomen, his cooking is very comforting — the only thing your stomach can take it seems as well.
As he finished up and turned around with two plates "I know you said you have no appetite. Try to take a bite, I will finish what you won't" Heimdall places your plate first in front you, simple breakfast — something you can stomach. As he sat next to you, watching you through the corner of his eyes — making sure you take care of yourself during the cycles which he knows it drains you up quickly.
With peaceful silence gently settling between you like a flower pedals. By now he would've left for his duties, why hasn't he? You could see as the sun rose higher over the horizon through the window. "Hey, aren't you going to head out soon?" Heimdall took a sip of his tea as his eyes glanced at yours "I won't go out anywhere today, not with you like this."
Answered like his duties weren't most important thing in the world just few months ago. "Are you sure? I can take care of myself, you know?" Lie. You could, but you really wish for him to stay, as everything becomes more bearable just with him near by. However the guilt in you stops you from admitting this — he has to things to do, he can't just stay here all day because of you.
Heimdall lowered his cup down and his gaze unwavering — he could sense the conflict within you, he sighed softly before reaching out to take your hand in his — steadying you in place from your inner turmoil. "They wont fall apart without me for one day." His voice is firm, reassuring you as many times as he has to "And — if they need me that badly. They will come to me themselves."
Rubbing in soothing circles on the top of your hand with his thumb as a smile appears on his fair skin — making him somehow glow even more. "Now. Stop worrying and let me take care of you, my dear." You didn't say anything, didn't need to as he already saw everything in your glossed eyes. Once again over came with emotions.
Leaning against him, letting your head rest on his shoulder as he continued to drink his remaining tea all while his hand remained in yours. Once he set his mind on something, he ensure to get it — and today, he is determined to take care of you. A small smile appears on your face as his warmth spreads into your heart.
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