Summary: A hidden Omega, even to herself, is revealed at the arrival of the Asgardians; unsure of how to navigate through this drastic change, she stumbles her way into the arms of the Alpha that lit her soul ablaze. Heimdall finds that upon touching the soil of Midgard, the Alpha he long thought was buried and mummified within, takes the reigns; unable to fight the gathered strength of his beast that has forcefully slept for well over a millennium, Heimdall will now know what it’s like to be at the mercy of his Alpha, and his Alpha will learn what it’s to be like at the mercy of an omega, his omega.
A/N: The Asgardians from the ship that were killed after Ragnorok wasn’t murdered and made it to safety on Earth with Heimdall and Thor aboard. I’m not going to follow the plot from Marvel other than to maintain my own.
A/N: Y/N is Sam and Sarah’s first cousin, but there is about a 10-15 year age gap.
A/N: Had to repost with the extended chapter, never realized I accidentally posted this instead of put it in my drafts.
A/N: My work is NOT to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than this) without my explicit consent and recognition.
Shango stayed still for a few moments because Heimdall was screaming at him to keep his stance until he felt Oya respond. Thankfully, neither beast nor man had to wait very long because Y/N finally relinquished complete conscience control to her beast. Once they felt the constant tug and release of her snatch, Shango pulled out so that just the head of his dick was seated within her and then he plunged himself back into her down to the hilt. He repeated this action over and over, slow and steady, listening to the change in pitch of his omega’s keens into the cool dusk air. It wasn’t until he felt her body tense and cave into him that Shango flipped Oya and forced her form into presenting.
Oya was trying to come back into her mind and recover from her first orgasm with her alpha when he flipped her over. She barely had a chance to remember to breathe when Shango bottomed out in one stroke, foreshadowing the lack of restraint that he’d be using from here on out. Sure enough, her alpha got one look at her in their natural mating form and one feel of her pussy gripping him and lost any control he had. Full animal instincts took over and the only thoughts in mind were, ‘Mark her, make her ours, mate mate MATE!’
Tried as he might, Heimdall was completely silenced the moment that Oya came around them and clenched like her pussy was trying to merge his soul with hers. He wondered what she’d look like coming apart the same way in her human form and if Y/N would grip his dick with the same metaphysical pressure. The next moment he was watching as Shango made Oya fall apart on them back to back until his knot locked into place, he locked his jaws around Oya’s neck, and released waves of their seed into her womb, essentially marrying the pair by ancient shifter law. He had been licking her neck to help speed up the healing process, pulling her closer to his form for more warmth, and letting the now soothing vibrations of his rumbling purr spread throughout her limbs when Heimdall regained the reins of their mind.
They both shifted about 2 minutes into Shango showing care to Oya, Y/N taking slightly longer than Heimdall to become fully aware and cognizant enough to regain control, even with Heimdall guiding her through the shift. She almost hurt herself, thinking his knot would’ve gone away in the change but thankfully Heimdall kept a firm grasp of her body resting against his. The swift movement made them both very aware of how full she was and how much they both were still ready to go. Heimdall tried to shift them so that she’d be laying against him more comfortably, leaning his back against a tree to support their upright position, but that just made things worse. She immediately grasped his forearms, thrust her head and neck back into a position of submission, and started making these little whimpering keens that mirrored the sounds that Oya had made. The way she offered up the view of her healing mate mark to be reaffirmed in this form triggered his movements.
Heimdall started a slow sensual whine as he kissed Y/N’s mate mark over and over. He could feel his knot subsiding and was trying to ease her through the transition from animal to human mating. She was doing so well and it was making it hard for him to continue to exert any type of discipline or control over his actions. It was hell but he managed to hold Shango back, inherently knowing that his mate needed this time in their first skin together, and kept his slow and steady pace. The results were her squirting, coating his thighs in a new essence. It was just the lubricant he needed to get his knot to slide out with a pop. As soon as he was sure she wouldn’t be hurt, Heimdall lifted Y/N completely off of his still swollen dick, and flipped her around to instantly sink back down around him.
When he was satisfied that she was positioned exactly how he needed her, Heimdall cradled her head and laid on the soft meadow floor, his other hand keeping her flush against him by her asscheek. The new stance gave Heimdall the leverage he needed to make his earlier wish a reality and did not waste one moment, immediately returning her recently reappeared irises to the back of her head. Heimdall was sure to worship her body and soul with the right amount of pressure, speed, and kisses, easily pulling climax after climax from the woman. By the time Heimdall joined her and finally came, filling his mate and reaffirming their biology, Y/N’s keens reached a new pitch that was an immediate trigger for something Heimdall hadn’t anticipated, an even deeper connection to his abilities, manifesting in flashes of alternative lives they loved one another in just as deeply. The allfathers were generous in their many examples, making it clear as Heimdall looked to the blissed out face of his mate, that her pleasure and protection is his mission in every life.
This was why their connection was so important, though he didn’t completely understand why yet, but he inherently knew these intense visions of love as old as time were the key to their union. As he laid back, bringing Y/N’s limp form with him, keeping himself and every drop of his seed buried, Heimdall thought about just how magnificent this life was. Here he had thought, his entire purpose and meaning for living lie in the destroyed throne. Now holding his most private prayers close, heart to heart, locked together by their sacred sexes, there was this feeling, this inherent knowing, that told him this was the most important purpose he’ll ever procure and protect.
Heimdall only let himself relish in the moment for a short while before he got up to take them both back to the house. It was late enough that everyone should’ve been sleep and once they got within range of the house, he was able to confirm it with his senses. As quiet as he could, he slipped through the back door and up the stairs, straight to the bathroom, keeping Y/n secured to him with one arm underneath her bottom. Once the bath was to his liking he struggled to get the both of them into the tub but was successful and as he predicted, his omega awoke with a startle, but the feel of him still beneath her face and body soothed her senses back down. Heimdall hummed his childhood lullaby that seemed to now be a permanent fixture in their interactions as he washed her best he could.
After rinsing them with a shower, drying, and moisturizing the pair, he scooped his omega back up into his arms and got them to her room. Heimdall positioned them the same as the night before and earlier in the day, with her straddling him, dick buried to the hilt. She tried to move and start another round but he could feel how exhausted she was. His omega needed sleep more than sex. She pouted, but he ignored her, kissing the furrow between her brows and pushing her head to lay on his pecs. He let his rumbling purr hijack her senses and just as he wanted, Y/N knocked out swiftly, fully mated and matured.
Summary: A hidden Omega, even to herself, is revealed at the arrival of the Asgardians; unsure of how to navigate through this drastic change, she stumbles her way into the arms of the Alpha that lit her soul ablaze. Heimdall finds that upon touching the soil of Midgard, the Alpha he long thought was buried and mummified within, takes the reigns; unable to fight the gathered strength of his beast that has forcefully slept for well over a millennium, Heimdall will now know what it’s like to be at the mercy of his Alpha, and his Alpha will learn what it’s to be like at the mercy of an omega, his omega.
A/N: The Asgardians from the ship that were killed after Ragnorok wasn’t murdered and made it to safety on Earth with Heimdall and Thor aboard. I’m not going to follow the plot from Marvel other than to maintain my own.
A/N: Y/N is Sam and Sarah’s first cousin, but there is about a 10-15 year age gap.
A/N: My work is NOT to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than this) without my explicit consent and recognition.
Heimdall let Y/N cry until she couldn’t anymore, tuckering herself right into a deep sleep that was most likely amplified by her heat. He could smell her ripening, fighting against the intoxication that was threatening to take control of his senses. The only thing keeping his mind clear was the promise he’d made to himself and Y/N. He was determined to allow her the time she needed to truly integrate her primal half before he allowed biology to turn him into someone that had no control of themselves or their primal, leading with their base needs first and logic after the damage of doing so had already been done. Once he was able to get himself back to a place where he didn’t feel like his beast would take over at a moments notice, he enjoyed the opportunity to watch Y/N relax in his arms. The little noises she made in her sleep were both adorable and enticing, the micro expressions flitting across her face only amplifying the impact of her noises.
Heimdall felt his beast pushing at his mind, knowing that its time to be freed was near with the threat of Y/N’s first shift on the horizon. Tonight would be the first time in over a millenia that Heimdall would release his beast, having kept it mentally caged during his commitment to the throne. So for all intents and purposes, they were both experiencing their first shifts together. He had the realization that it was also going to be his first shift on new soil, having been tied to Asgard since he became a man all that time ago. The last time he’d been in a land that wasn’t Asgard for anything other than Asgardian business was when he was a boy, sitting at the feet of his mothers’ on his home planet. Once he became of age, he was sent away and hasn’t been back since, much like the Amazonians of the Earth legends.
He fell asleep dreaming of being able to visit his motherland for guidance on how to move forward and swore that he actually was there. Knowing how powerful the gifts of his blood were a lot deeper than he’d ever taken the time to uncover, Heimdall hoped that the vision was real and his gifts were expanding. If that were the case then it would mean he was getting stronger and could better protect his omega, his Y/N. He wouldn’t be surprised if this was the one loophole he never thought of before to be able to see the mothers that raised him. The smell was familiar and the hum of noise in the temple his first mother was high priestess of comforted him. She was waiting at her altar like she always did when expecting him to visit. Though it would’ve been a nice change to get some affection, it did not surprise him that she didn’t move from her spot as he spoke.
“Hello my child. You’ve found your fated mate and got more than you bargained for as usual.”
“Hello first mother. I would love to say I’m surprised by your perception but I got my gifts honestly.”
“Indeed you did. Ask your question.”
“How do I know I’m capable of protecting one of the most precious souls of this universe?”
“You’ve already heard the answer, have you not?”
Heimdall’s face screwed up as he thought on her words.
“I did?”
“The young woman’s mother left a letter. Remember what was said,” she said as she turned to face him with her familiar soft smile. “Trust that the creator knows what you need in your counterparts best and that you yourselves are ready and capable of accomplishing what is ahead of you.”
“Those words are for me as well?”
“But of course my child. You know that source would not trust you with her if you were not prepared to safeguard all of our futures as you have countless times over the many millenia. The fact you’re visiting is all the evidence you need that you’re becoming further equipped to defeat any adversaries to come. Now go, ensure her becoming is seamless.”
Heimdall suddenly woke up with the very peace he’d been praying the allfathers would grant him. Although grateful to have found his mate, there was an anxious feeling that sat in his chest the last few days. It was unfamiliar and uncomfortable. It was one thing to protect royalty, a whole nother to protect the keeper of his and his primal’s heart who also had an important destiny that held the fate of the universe in its hands. As he looked back down at Y/N, he knew first mother’s words were true. All had happened as it must and the entire universe was supporting them as they moved forward on her journey to safeguard the future of the universe. The allfathers affording him the access to his astral projection gifts and keeping his visions limited when it came to her was all the proof he needed of that. They were being divinely guided and protected.
The first thing that Y/N felt as she came to was a deep ache. It was everywhere and all encompassing, an insistent throb demanding to be recognized - in her teeth, her scalp, her joints, her eyes and ears, everywhere. The second thing she felt was her primal beating against the confines of her psyche in a way she had yet to experience before. Y/N had become very familiar with the many moods and patterns of it demanding her attention over the last year and this was something new and entirely different. Never had it been this loud, this demanding. She groaned at the same moment Heimdall recognized what was happening and carried her out of the house.
When they got outside, Heimdall walked as far away from the house as possible and into the nearby forest. He knew the first thing that both of their beasts would want is the freedom and space of nature to sprint through. It also would help to keep them as far from Y/N’s family and the rest of the group in the event that the aggressiveness of their beasts were untamable for a little while. He’d seen firsthand the devastation one experienced when they lost control of their beast and did something that could not be taken back like leaving a scar or worse, taking a life that you hold dear in human form. There was no way that Heimdall was taking a chance on either of them losing control and now that this moment had arrived, the true work to protect his omega was just beginning.
By the time he made it deep into the treeline, Y/N had already started her transformation past aches and pains. Heimdall could both feel and hear the sounds of her bones and ligaments breaking, shifting, and changing to accommodate her beast coming forth. He did his best to be gentle as he removed her clothes before she was too deep in her transformation to be able to. The last thing she would want when she returned to her human form was to potentially traumatize her nephews with her nakedness. After laying her on a patch of a field clearing he folded up her clothes and took his own off to join hers so that he could shift as well.
Despite many lifetimes worth of time going by since his last shift, Heimdall eased into his change a lot easier than expected. Though he’d obviously started after her, he was completely in the form of his beast, a version of a cross between a panther and a wolf from his home world whose name could not be translated into any human language. Though several times the combined weight and height of an earthly version, closer to the size of a black bear than either animal, his beast’s attributes held characteristics from both.
Heimdall was pleasantly surprised to see that Y/N’s beast was a panther, larger than the average Earth size, and considering her ancestral heritage that actually made sense. He internally breathed a sigh of relief as that had been one of the accompanying reasons he was choosing abstinence as their current path. Knowing the comparison of his physiology to the average human man made him anxious that his beast would be just as looming over his omega. The last thing he wanted to do was accidentally hurt Y/N simply because their anatomies were vastly different, but both what her beast was and its size eased at least that part of his fears.
When Y/N finally came back from the void the pain in her body had thrust her into, Heimdall’s primal was towering over her, sniffing at her scent gland and purring to provide some comfort as the last of the change settled.
“No fair,” she thought, “I started before him and he’s already changed all the way.”
To her surprise a voice answered that she assumed was Heimdall, “Of course omega, I am older and more experienced in the shift no matter how much time has passed since the last time I did so.”
“I can hear you in my head.”
“Of course.”
She stood, her omega sighing in content at finally being free. Looking at the world through these animal eyes was a life altering experience. She doubted she’d ever look at or experience the world the same again. The smells were more distinct, the sounds crisper, even the feel of the air felt more prominent like she now knew it as a living breathing entity rather than the tasteless, siteless thing she’d thought of when acknowledging its existence her whole life. Her paws stretched out, her claws releasing and retracting as the pads took in the sensations of the ground beneath her feet and suddenly she was stricken with an overwhelming urge to run. Y/N looked up at Heimdall who had been silently observing her, smirked the best she could, and then suddenly took off running.
