Between Valhalla And Paradise (Part 1)
Synopsis:
Heimdall has a child delivered to his doorstep, a newborn girl, his newborn. When Odin declares her to be killed because she is not of Asgard, the Norns appear and recite a prophecy that dictates that the girl, holds the power of the ancient gods. Curious of her power, Odin lets her live. As she grows on the outskirts of Asgard, her father pushes her to be a warrior and she succeeds. As she continues to learn she develops a friendship with Loki, who, without knowing, is also an outcast. Together they face the challenges brought on by the universe as Loki turns into everything we want him to be while Sigyn tries to deal with her powers, The oppression she faces as a female in the Asgardian Court, the secrets that lie in her beloved home and her feelings towards the Prince.
There is a storm coming It's either you or me but who knows Maybe it's just a light drizzle
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Epilogue:
The rain thumped against the cottage, small but well-built, surrounded by a never withering fence. Though it didn’t look it, the house was a millennium old.
As old as the owner.
Probably having 2 or 3 rooms. Good for a husband and wife.
But there is no husband or wife.
There is only Heimdall.
Some of the time, when even Allfather has to tell him to take a leave. After a war or a rather tiring night.
After all, why would he stay in an empty cottage when there is a universe to see from his vantage point at the end of the Bifrost.
A light could be seen from outside the cottage and the silhouette of Heimdall as he sits on a chair, looking into the fire with a glass of an amber liquid in his hand.
He sits still. A statue if you didn’t look closely enough but his eyes give him away, Bright Orange and full of life and capable of seeing through space and time.
It is a gift they say, to be blessed with the power of Heimdall.
We should be so lucky they say, to be as respected as Heimdall.
Little do they know what a curse the powers of Heimdall truly are. Imagine predicting death and chaos but not having the power to stop it. Imaging seeing people die and suffer all the damn time but not allowed to lift a finger.
Because this is what they deserve, the Allfather says, this is fate and we do not meddle with fate.
Even if it turns us into wretched creatures oblivious of love and compassion.
Little do they know of the Isolation of being Heimdall. Seeing all those people rejoice below, in the realms and Asgard as well but not allowed to move for there is a responsibility on your shoulders, Heimdall, you are the gatekeeper, you will warn us if something is to come. So Heimdall stands.
Those empty nights by the fire, like this one, yet no one sees his pain, including him.
He is a hardened shell of focus, precision and caution.
He still has a heart of course he does. It just, doesn’t show as much as it should.
He is no longer the boy that roamed the woods in the old days. Well he wasn’t a boy then either, was he? Heimdall chuckles dryly thinking of that time.
He wasn’t born a babe.
He was born a cub. To the last female Asgardian Wolf. A lethal species. He was given no name. No title.
And without those things he was free.
And one day he spied a young lad, about his age but a Man. Beneath the great horse Sleipnir, his leg badly mangles.
And Heimdall the wolf rushed to the man, freed him from beneath the horse and without hurting the man or horse too.
This man was Odin, before he was King, before he was Allfather.
And then, a light struck Heimdall from the skies and instead of the Wolf there sat a handsome young man of 25, older than Odin who was 23.
But they were friends, and had been since.
Throughout the trouble it took for Odin to become King and then Allfather, throughout the rampant rages of Hela, throughout her banishment to the Dark Dimension, which was not looked upon so brightly by either Heimdall or the Allmother and led to their first disagreement. But what’s done was done or that was the excuse the Allfather pulled for banishing his Firstborn to the Dark Dimension.
And recently Heimdall had saved Odin’s life from Skymir in the Jotunn-Asgardian war.
Heimdall stirred from the chair.
There was a presence at the door.
