Heimdall Boyfriend Headcanons
🫐| Authors Note: Wasn't proud of the last thing I posted so I decided to treat you guys with something a bit better!
🫐| Word Count: 1083 words
🫐| Summary: Different headcanons for Heimdall as your boyfriend! reader isn't specified whatsoever :D
Boyfriend!Heimdall dragged you with him the moment the relationship started. He never found the need to be far from you, even at the start, he sneered at the idea of it being anything less of a true relationship from the get go. Courting to him came after the feelings, not before and not during.
After the first night of close intimacy - can be taken anyway you want it - you sat a bit afar, embarrassed and unsure about how to perceive your relationship now. Seeing you sitting beyond your usual distance of a table away, he makes his way over, grabbing your arm sneering in your face, "Why are you so far away," he drags you to his seating area, "there, next time, if you aren't sure, ask."
Boyfriend!Heimdall didn't know how to be near you at first, especially in public. He tried to act normal, sit beside you at the table, read his book, but over time, he yearned for something else, something closer. He started showing more pda without even realising it, a hand around your waist during the time on the bench, holding your hand as he walked, dragging you with him everywhere.
Over time, as you two sat in the Great Lodge, you noticed him getting closer, incrementally. At first, you thought you were imagining it until he sat so close your bodies touched, he's arm sneaking around your waist trapping you against him all while he kept his eyes focused on the yellowing pages. Heimdall's fingers slowly began to trace circles against your body, a small smile dawning his features as if he had caught a treasure.
Boyfriend!Heimdall had a habit of looking harsh despite never actually meaning it. Frowned eyebrows, a pulled upper lip, or a disgusted look directed at you. Truth is, his reactions are always because of his cute aggression towards you. He doesn't know how to react to love and affection properly due to his upbringing, so instead, he finds himself looking utterly offended at the audacity of you bringing out those feelings within him.
Heimdall's teeth beared at you, eyes slightly twitching. His eyes shone slightly with something akin to disturbance. "You are utterly... disgustingly..." He trails off seemingly unable to finish his sentence, a frustrated huff left him shortly after. All you could do was stare unsure of what you did other than giggle at him. Although, after finding yourselves alone, you realised that's just how he reacts when he's unsure of how to otherwise, like a person towards a cute kitten.
Boyfriend!Heimdall finds himself clinging to you the moment you two found yourselves alone. His unsuredness disappears the moment he has you in his arms with no one to look.
Warmth covered your entire body, lolling you to a tired state. The bedding covering your body laid gently on top of you, contrasting the strong arms wrapped around you. Hands resting on your back, a book resting in them, their weight adding to the soothing calm washing over you. Heimdall read the book out loud to you, his voice a steady rock in a gushing sea of crushing warmth. Steadily, you drifted off, guided by his body against yours, legs tangled up underneath skins as if tying you to him. "Goodnight, Cubby."
Boyfriend!Heimdall changed his morning routine the moment you entered his life. He woke up earlier than usual to prepare himself for you. Heimdall always wanted to look perfect for you. If you live with him, he made sure to always have the workers make you breakfast and he always, always, made sure to bring it to you himself.
Heimdall woke with a start before the crows even began to sing. He untangled himself from your body despite his own need of not leaving you and stood from the bed, he leaned down, giving your forehead a kiss. Soon after, he found himself in his washroom bathing his body and scrubbing himself from any imperfections. He needed to look absolutely perfect for when you awakened. After his bath, he focused on his hair, braiding it just the way you liked, fingers expertly threading through strands with a will, he would look good for you. Him now finished, he found himself next to your bed, a trey laid on a wooden barrel full of food kings would dream of. "Morning sunshine." he gently spoke, somehow still full of his usually swagger while petting your shoulder pulling you away from your sleep.
Boyfriend!Heimdall had a moment where he realized you were the one. A moment when it clicked that he would give anything and everything for you. He would sacrifice Asgard itself in your name if he had to.
"The All-Father does what he does to protect and provide for us, and this is your thanks?" Heimdall seethed slowly, his chest heaving up then down, trying to supply enough oxygen for the fire burning in his heart. You stare, a fire welling up within you - but yours wasn't angry, it fueled itself on something else, "Heimdall this isn't love, all he does is insult and belittle you and your family, he uses people." Your words stoked something wild, unbearable, "how would someone like you know? You aren't anything compared to him." Taking a deep breath, you answer immediately, "Because I love you and this love," you grip his hand, bringing it to your chest, "is proud of you, no matter what." Heimdall's world tilted then, shifted on its axis like a wound closing. He understood then that you were the one.
Boyfriend!Heimdall killed for the All-Father more times than he can count. He had even done worse, burning men alive and forging skin into metal for him. But for you, he would be kind. For you he would place down his weapon and use his words.
Heimdall stared down at the dwarf, eyes shifting from side to side slightly as he thought of all the ways he could punish him. No one defied the All-Father under his watchful gaze and got away with it. "Heimdall," he faced you, instantly melting away his loyalties into a different shape, it wouldn't go away but it would be something much more forgiving. "Fine. Banish him to Alfheim." It worried him how easily it was for you to mingle in his mind, to change it so quickly without even intending to. And, he wanted to, not because you fixed him but because you inspired him to look deeper into himself.