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judyfromfinance · 4 months

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My love is overflowing right now 🥹

YES. LISTEN TO THE SONG!

I’ve been listening to it on repeat while rereading your story, front to back.

I’m glad you picked up on the sad notes! I wanted it to be sweet but then I got into my feelings and it went down a lil. Lol. But I’m happy with how it turned out!

Not me literally kicking my feet and blushing when you called my writing beautiful.

And yea such a sad note to end it on. Heimdall was too busy drowning in your eyes and emotions to actually see that his death was in Vanaheim. Oh well…

Lol

See You Again

(Heimdall/Reader SongFic)

I’m trying to jump back into writing for my boy again. This song has been stuck in my head and it’s so beautiful that everyone needs to hear it. This will be like an AU to my long fic “Olden Times. Modern Thinking.” It’s the same reader but anything that happens in this fic does not impact the main storyline. It’s just supposed to be a cute lil thing for y’all.

Special shout out to my queen @engardeitsme for always slaying the writing scene and being a big inspiration for me~

The song is See You Again by Tyler, The Creator ft. Kali Uchis.

You live in my dream state.

Relocate my fantasy.

It was so reckless of you to have followed Atreus to Freya’s old abandoned home. And even more so when you jumped through that vortex of ravens. When you realized they dropped you both off at the top of the wall instead of the outskirts of Asgard you knew things were going to be different than the game. Especially when you lifted your head and found yourself staring directly into the most beautiful violet galaxies to bless this world. Thank god for Santa Monica Studio.

“I don’t know who that is, but I assure you… they have nothing to do with my godly appearance.” Heimdall preened after reading your unmitigated thoughts. You should probably try to keep your thoughts under lock and key.

“You can try but I think we both know that won’t work.” He smirked down at you after he offered you a hand. Only one more thought crossed your mind as you could feel his unadulterated godly power beneath his skin. If he had wanted to, all he had to do was pull a little bit more on your hand and you’d be down an arm. Oh fuck.

Heimdall’s eyes filled up with mirth as he let go of your hand, perhaps a bit more gently then he had grabbed it.

“Yes, ‘oh fuck’ indeed.”

I stay in reality.

You live in my dream state.

It was, to put it mildly, fucking annoying to have someone be able to read your every thought. Especially when that person was a dickhead like Heimdall. Why was that prick allowed to be gorgeous? Like who gave him the right?

“You know it’s honestly quite pathetic how often your thoughts linger on me. Though I can’t blame you. I am, oh how did you put it…” he took a bite of his apple as he failed to look like he was actually thinking. “… oh right, gorgeous.” He tossed his half eaten apple aside as he smirked down at you. Eyes crinkled with amusement. You rolled your own as you shot back your own retort.

“You know it’s honestly quite pathetic how often you linger around me. Though I can’t blame you. You probably don’t get many compliments do you?” You uttered, trying to mock him. His mouth fell into a flat line as he walked closer towards you. He bent down to be closer to your height. Your eyes fell to Gjallarhorn before you quickly moved them back to meet his eyes as you made a conscious effort to not think about the game you were currently residing in. Their future.

Heimdall narrowed his eyes before immediately rolling them and standing back up to his full height. He immediately turned and walked away but not before slightly turning his head back towards you as he threw out the first backhanded compliment he’s ever given you.

“No need to be so feisty. All though your nothing compared to all the goddesses I’ve seen, you’re not too bad. For a mortal.” Despite being no where near nice, you felt your face heat up anyways. God he’s such an ass. And you fucking like him.

2020 2020 vision.

Cupid hit me, Cupid hit me with precision eye…

It’s been a week. A full week of being stuck in Asgard doing fuck all as Atreus went and did his little magic lessons with Odin. You tried to help out the staff here and there but it seemed they didn’t want you to. You couldn’t tell if it was because they saw you as a guest and therefore shouldn’t be doing chores or because they saw you as human and therefore were inept at even doing chores. Either way, you were stuck with nothing to do. Occasionally Thrud would show up to hang with you but for the most part, she also had her own things to do. So that left you alone with your thoughts.

Heimdall would often come by to annoy you. But for some reason his teasing had become more bearable. You can tell it was all on his part too. His snide remarks would hit less. He’s even slowed down on the constant reading of your thoughts. Though you don’t understand why. You huffed as you sat down on a bench just outside of a field of crops. Your mind began to wander to your home. And of all the things you were missing as your brain filled this void with music.

“…wonder if you look both ways when you cross my mind.”

The song and the beautiful music video played in your mind as you lost yourself to the beat, not knowing someone was watching it with you.

The video began to shift in your mind as you thought about the past week. Heimdall taking you on patrol so he could keep an eye on you, or so he says. You wondering out loud in the silence on why he would need to keep such a close eye on you, a measly mortal. Him not giving you an answer as he crossed his arms and looked over the New Midgard settlement. And that non-answer being answer enough for you.

You trying to find Heimdall in the humdrum of Gladsheim. Thinking about how maybe if you thought about him hard enough he might show up and whether or not that constitutes as praying. Heimdall showing up immediately after, answering your question that yes at least for him, it counts as praying. Heimdall then trying to poke fun at you by saying how none of your friends had time for you but never got to it as he saw in your mind that for some reason you came looking for him first. You frowned up at his frozen face as he backtracked and instead said if you had nothing better to do then at least be useful and help him brush Gulltoppr.

The past immediately transformed into the future in your minds eye as your heart beat quickened with images of what’s to come. Kratos, the intimidating yet kind god who took you in, pummeling Heimdall’s face into the ground.

Heimdall grasped his throat as these images played in your mind. The God Killer once again living up to his name as he squeezed the life out of him. Heimdall didn’t want to believe that was him on the ground. Couldn’t believe he was covered in his own blood. Missing an arm even. These images flashing through your mind seemed too real to be just visions of a potential future. It’s like you’ve witnessed them before. He noticed in this vision that you weren’t there when it happened. In this image you were holding onto some strange device. Your thumbs moving these strange black levers as a blue light emitted from it. There was a strong connection between you and Kratos in that moment. But before he can try to figure out what exactly was happening your mind warped once more.

You now were thinking about ways to alter this future. What could you say? What could you do? Is there anything you could do to persuade Heimdall that you didn’t want him to die? That for some ungodly reason, you actually like him and believed that he could be more than what his father wants him to be.

Heimdall felt a wave of emotions crash over him as he stared into the back of your head. He listened carefully to the next words you sung under your breath, hoping the breeze would carry them away from you, along with all the emotions tied to them. The breeze instead carried them straight to the man, the god, they were sung for.

“Can I get a kiss? And can you make it last forever?…”

Heimdall then wondered in his very long, very loyal life… if he was truly doing the right thing. He glanced towards the sky as black feathers danced together. Almost mocking him with the simple fact that he would never be able to dance with you. Not in the way you’d want him too.

“…I said I’m ‘bout to go to war. And I don’t know if ima see you again.”

No. Heimdall wouldn’t let you go to war. This war was his to fight in and his alone. He couldn’t be with you in the way he desperately wanted to. Lest you both face the ire of the All-Father. But he will make sure that you stay safe.

Heimdall turned on his heel as he left you to think. After all, he was given a mission by the All-Father. Shouldn’t be too hard, it’s only in Vanaheim after all.

Just a short and cute lil oneshot to get back in the groove~ (о´∀`о)

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judyfromfinance · 4 months

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See You Again

(Heimdall/Reader SongFic)

Special shout out to my queen @engardeitsme for always slaying the writing scene and being a big inspiration for me~

The song is See You Again by Tyler, The Creator ft. Kali Uchis.

You live in my dream state.

Relocate my fantasy.

Heimdall’s eyes filled up with mirth as he let go of your hand, perhaps a bit more gently then he had grabbed it.

“Yes, ‘oh fuck’ indeed.”

I stay in reality.

You live in my dream state.

2020 2020 vision.

Cupid hit me, Cupid hit me with precision eye…

“…wonder if you look both ways when you cross my mind.”

The song and the beautiful music video played in your mind as you lost yourself to the beat, not knowing someone was watching it with you.

“Can I get a kiss? And can you make it last forever?…”

“…I said I’m ‘bout to go to war. And I don’t know if ima see you again.”

Heimdall turned on his heel as he left you to think. After all, he was given a mission by the All-Father. Shouldn’t be too hard, it’s only in Vanaheim after all.

Just a short and cute lil oneshot to get back in the groove~ (о´∀`о)

#See You Again #Heimdall/Reader SongFic #heimdall x reader #god of war ragnarok x reader #heimdall gow x reader #god of war x reader

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judyfromfinance · 4 months

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NOOOOO HEIMDALL THAS A ODIN! HE A BAD NOT ME. IM JUST BABY. SWEAR.

I’m screaming and convulsing right now ngl.

I cringed so hard when the fake me said “ever heard of a woman faking it.” But like in the best possible way. I left my body.

This entire chapter made me transcend time and space. I should have known in the last chapter it wasn’t really me. How would I get to Vanaheim after all.

But then again was Hildisvíni also Odin? Am I wrong about that too though? Like what is actually happening!?!? I for sure think the reader was Odin here. Cause only that man can be so fucking conniving and mean. I’m just in a state of shock rn.

The plot is plotting sis. Shits happening. Oh he’s gonna be so mad when actually see’s me again. Is he gonna try to kill me? Oh my god perish the thought mon ami~.

Also for the last chapter, I just wanna say the entire interaction between Heimdall and Kratos had me full on drooling on my phone. Heimdall saying “She belongs with me. I’ll take her back to Asgard where she belongs. If you hurt a single hair on her head I’ll kill you.” And Kratos “That’s my daughter, how fucking dare you. I’ll never let you have her.”

Chills homie. I loved that chapter. It just gets my motor running. I love this chapter too though, it gets my motor running in a different way~~~~!

Why does Odin have to be the way he is? Like bro, I just want to bone your son, chill.

As always your writing is fucking amazing. The characterizations is always so well written. It doesn’t feel like a fanfic, it feels like an alternate universe of what we know happened in the game. A different timeline. And I’m at the center of it… well the reader is but still lol.

I truly do look up to you and hope that my writing can one day be as phenomenal as yours. Not saying my writings bad but I always inspire to be better and reading you work truly does inspire me~.

Love you girlie~!

The Pickpocket - Part 33

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Pairing: Heimdall x fem!Reader

Word count: 3.9k

Summary: Heimdall watches the world burn.

Warnings: utter heartbreak ahead (not kidding)

A/N: as promised, here's your little angsty christmas present from yours truly🙏💖💖 happy holidays everyone!!! this is another pivotal chapter i've planned since the very beginning of this story so apologies that it's rather short, but this very much warranted its own post. (you'll see🥲) with that said! i hope you enjoy your time with it<33

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Part 33

"Now who's gawking?"

Heimdall blinked. Once. Twice. Each time he expected your form to disappear again. Another painful reminder of what he had lost. Cruel. Punishing.

And much more persistent than any memory before, because when he opened his eyes the next time, you were still standing in front of him, looking at him. It made his mouth go dry and his heart beat faster, but still he resisted the obvious. How could he not? You looked exactly the same as the day he had last seen you. You looked at him with the same affection in your eyes, looked at him with the same warm smile that had kept him sane in the cold loneliness of the past days. A beacon in the darkness. His guiding star.

He fought not to let it blind him now.

Quickly he turned his gaze to the ground, clenching his jaw as he tried to rein in his torturous mind.

"Heimdall?"

His name on your tongue made him squeeze his eyes shut. He tried to concentrate only on the constant pounding in his ears. You weren't really here. It was just a memory. An echo, conjured up by the poison in his veins. Nothing more.

"Listen, I can come back another time if you're not up for visitors."

Nothing more.

Heimdall gritted his teeth so hard that his jaw cracked.

Just an echo, just an echo, just an echo...

"Seems to me they set the dose a little too high..."

As much as he resisted, as much as he refused, he couldn't stop your words from entering his mind and clouding his thoughts. Filling him with longing. Only for a brief moment, but it was enough to make his heart skip a beat. He gasped and opened his eyes. His gaze immediately found yours again, that wore an amused twinkle now.

"You with me again?"

Your words hung in the air between you for a little while as he couldn't help but stare at you. Suddenly, he no longer dared to blink, not even once.

"You are here...", he finally breathed.

His incredulity turned this rather silly statement into a question, which you answered with a nod. "That I am."

"You are... real."

You looked down at yourself. "Last time I checked..."

Heimdall finally began to realize, but what followed was by no means clarity. No, instead his head suddenly felt as if it was about to overflow. He shook it briefly, as if to get rid of his excess thoughts, and then turned his eyes away from you again - but not for long. The sight of you was like balm for his aching mind, and he was only too happy to feast on it. He felt like rejoicing; all his worries of the past days had been unfounded and the brute seemed to have told the truth, at least about this one thing: You were alive and well.

And now tilted your head to the side questioningly, making him feel compelled to explain: "I... have trouble remembering what happened before... all this." He grimaced in the direction of his general surroundings. "It's slowly coming back, but every time I get these... these annoying blackouts and-"

As if on cue, another painful twinge suddenly shot through his temples. He groaned and doubled over as he heard a voice- his voice scream: "You do not get to decide MY FATE!"

The last gap in his memory was filled in fast forward.

Within a few seconds, he felt the Bifröst grow his arm back, and then he moved on to defend his fate. Only one thing mattered now: Winning. At all costs. For Asgard, for the All-Father.

And for you and him. Your future.

Everything else faded into the background, all caution, all restraint, all strategy. What remained was pure violence. Barbaric. Primal. Heimdall had never been less in control, but he had also never cared less as he struck at his opponent with his bare hands. Of course, he often missed, but it was the times when his blows hit the mark that spurred him on to new brutality. That soon made him lose himself completely in his rage.

So much so that, at first, he didn't even realize going down. It was only when the Godkiller suddenly smashed his face into the ground, over and over again, that his mind caught up with what was happening.

Heimdall gasped for breath as he slowly regained consciousness and felt the cold, damp cave air on his sweaty skin again. But his mind was still far away. His mouth was still full of blood. He still heard the traitor head's pleas falling on deaf ears. And he still saw the wild gaze of the monster above him, as his claws crushed his neck.

Until the very end, he had never believed that his last hour had come. His pride had simply not allowed it. Even when the lack of oxygen had set his lungs on fire and his rapidly deteriorating strength had made it impossible to keep up his Bifröst arm... The God of Foresight, Watchman of the Aesir, had fought on - until darkness had swallowed him whole.

Heimdall took a few rattling breaths now, until the shameful memory slowly faded and took its rightful place in his aching head. The puzzle was done, his failure complete. He should've died. Right then and there.

The only thing that made this shame more bearable for him was you. You, and the certainty that it wasn't too late. That there had to be a reason why he hadn't died yet. And this could only be one thing:

Redemption.

He was still alive because he could still redeem himself. From every mistake, every misstep. Because he still had a role to play, he could still be of service, could still be useful. Why else would fate, which he had defended so vehemently, have sent you to him now? It was a sign, had to be.

He was meant to right his wrongs - and he would start by bringing you home.

He took a shaky breath and then looked at you again, putting his whole heart into his gaze. "There was... not a single moment in the last few days when I haven't thought about you." About holding you, hugging you, kissing you... "You have been on the forefront of my mind, always."

"That so?" The corner of your mouth twitched.

This rather... muted reaction to his heartfelt declaration should have given him pause, but he preferred to focus on the question of why you seemed so intent on standing so far away from him... In the next moment, however, the thought that just one drop of the poison that had been pumped into his veins would mean your certain death eased his irritation a fair bit. Especially since he would have plenty of opportunity to take you in his arms- his arm once he was out of here and had taken care of this mangy pack of rebels.

Those absolute idiots. It was a miracle that they had been able to stand up to Asgard's forces for so long, considering how utterly incompetent they were in every other aspect. But they could rejoice; letting the two of you talk like this would definitely be their last mistake.

Heimdall looked down at his perfidious restraints again. "As much as I hate to admit it, I'm out of commission as long as I am attached to this weed here. If I had access to my Bifröst magic, it might just burn the poison out of my body, but..." He sighed deeply. "But unfortunately, this stupid thing renders my powers completely useless. So we will have to come up with something else."

His gaze then wandered in the direction of the cave exit. "I guess we can't necessarily rely on anyone in here carrying around weedkiller. These people may be stupid, but they're not that stupid. Though... maybe we could try setting it on fire..."

"I don't think so."

He grimaced. "Right. I wouldn't be surprised if Frigg thought of adding some kind of fire resistance. She does know how to be a right nuisance after all. So we'd better-"

"No, what I meant was... I don't think I will help you."

Drip, drip, drip...

For a few moments, nothing could be heard except the soft dripping of water on stone.

"Very funny", Heimdall then deadpanned, "Now, what I wanted to say. We'd best concentrate on finding out whether-"

"I'm serious."

His mouth was still open as he just stared at you - and finally realized.

"Don't be silly", he immediately blurted out before thinking better of it and swallowing his growing irritation; you didn't deserve that. "Look. I know that you were forced to steal Gjallarhorn. And that those half-wits probably threatened you with who knows what to keep you in line, but now you have me again. Alright? So you don't have to worry anymore. As soon as I'm out of here, I swear I'll do everything in my power to-"

You laughed.

Loud and unrestrained. He had long found this to be one of the most beautiful sounds in the world, but as it echoed off the cave walls now, it seemed strangely... different to him. Wrong, even. Once again, he cursed the poison that coursed through his veins and corroded his mind. It was time for this farce to end.

Your next words made it clear that you were of the same opinion - but in a completely different way than he had expected.

"Forced? No one forced me to do anything. I thought that much was obvious by now."

He felt his right temple twitch briefly as he remembered the words of the Godkiller who had claimed the very same thing. But then... then Frigg had to be behind it. Some... Vanir sorcery that had allowed her to gain control over your body and-

It was only when you responded with an amused snort that Heimdall realized he had said that last part out loud.

"I can't believe you still don't get it... But then again, you've always been terribly short-sighted." You sighed loudly. "No, Heimdall, neither did Kratos or Frigg have anything to do with me stealing Gjallarhorn, nor with the fact that I'm not going to help you break out of here now."

A wrinkle had formed between his eyebrows. It grew deeper and deeper the longer he searched your face for some clue as to what made your words so incomprehensible - to no avail.

"What are you s-"

"Heavens, look at your face!", you interrupted him with a giggle, "Pathetic is an understatement. I wonder what the All-Father would think if he could see you now... If he knew how low you've sunk. Captured by the enemy, all bloodied, bruised and beaten. A disgrace, really. And so very, very far from the son he always wanted you to be... How sad."

You trailed off, giving him the opportunity to respond. But when only silence followed, your eyes widened. "Don't tell me... I rendered the biggest blabbermouth in all the Nine Realms speechless!" You clapped your hands in your elation, the sound almost deafening in his stony prison. "I thought this day would never come!"

Heimdall opened and then closed his mouth again. His forehead resembled a canyon by now as he repeated your words over and over in his mind. It simply made no sense. And yet he could already feel a tingling at the back of his neck, a slight ache in his chest, a dull buzzing in his ears...

But he ignored it. Simply blamed it on the poison messing with his body, his senses. His mind. Yes, that had to be it. He was disoriented, weakened. No wonder he had trouble making sense of certain things and misinterpreted others. After all, you couldn't really mean what he thought you meant- No. No, you didn't. It was just his mind playing tricks on him, the poison. Just the poison. He knew that now, so he could rise above it. If he just waited it out, it would all make sense eventually, he was sure of that.

If he just waited-

"You can't be serious", you exclaimed in disbelief, "Still?? Oh wow, I didn't think... Hm. Well. This is awkward. I had no idea it was that deep for you. Makes it indeed quite sad then how it all turned out... For you, that is." You paused for a moment, deep in thought. Then you suddenly walked up to him and crouched down so that you were almost eye to eye before you added: "Let me be as blunt as possible then, okay? Think of it as... as a little apology."

You cleared your throat and raised your hand, pointing first at him and then at yourself. "This? We? There is no we, never was. It's all a lie. Been so from the very beginning. My objective was Gjallarhorn, infiltrate and spy on the enemy and, maybe, try and sow a little dissent. You follow me? It was all an act. Well. In my case, anyway."

No... No, you didn't-

"I have to admit, you were a pretty tough nut at first. Lived up to your name. Mistrusted my every move... It wasn't hard to see why the All-Father chose you as his right-hand man. I had to work all the harder to make you believe that I was really just the 'worried big sister' and nothing more. But no sooner had I convinced you to accept Frigg's spell shielding my mind as entirely unimportant... I knew I'd cracked you."

You couldn't-

"I still can't believe that worked, by the way! I mean, 'I lost my memories, guess that's what makes me unreadable to you'??" You laughed again before standing up and spreading your arms in front of an imaginary audience. "The God of Foresight, everyone! All-seeing and all-hearing. Always on the lookout for lies and deception" You looked back down at him. "Except when he's dealing with a pair of pretty eyes, I guess, and you butter him up enough. That's a serious flaw in Asgard's defense, you know? You should really do something about that - as self-proclaimed 'Guardian of the Aesir', I mean."

As much as Heimdall wished otherwise, there really was no misinterpreting that anymore. And yet he couldn't help but make one last attempt to save his dwindling sanity.

"But... that night we-"

"What, never heard of a woman faking it before? Though that's pretty unsurprising, I guess..." You snorted. "All things considered."

And with that the full weight of reality came crashing down on him. Coursed through his body like a raging current and left utter chaos in its wake.

At first, it was as if his heart, body and mind could not decide how to react to this confrontation. Heimdall literally felt at odds with himself- torn. Everything suddenly seemed to consist only of extremes, standing still and moving at lightning-speed, both too sharp and out of focus, silent and earsplitting all at once.

There was absolute anarchy in his head, a yawning emptiness. Even if he had been able to raise his voice, he would have found no words, for there were none. There was also no gravity anymore, and yet it seemed as if an immense weight was suddenly bearing down on him, trying to crush him beneath it. All the while, his heart was practically pounding against his ribcage, making him feel as if his body was shaking like a leaf, when in fact he was sitting there as if he had been turned to stone- no, to ice. He was frozen, while everything else was burning to the ground.

Until there was nothing left but the brutal truth in your relentless gaze, and your voice in his head, repeating your words over and over and over again, shattering him anew each time. He had never felt like this before, had no word for the sensation, and so in the end it turned into what he already knew:

It turned into failure. It turned into death.

A nightmare he couldn't wake up from.

Only exacerbated by you casually adding: "I never thought our plan would be such a success. Had I known, I might have tried a little harder to get you on our side."

Our plan...

To get you on our side...

"Maybe they plan to take you out."

It cut through the noise like a knife. The memory of that moment when the All-Father had spoken those words to him felt centuries old. It had been your first day in Asgard. Back then, that statement had seemed absolutely ridiculous to him. A god like him, taken out by a mere mortal? Ha! Laughable. He was invulnerable! Untouchable!

And above all: A fool.

Shame and remorse exploded inside of him as he breathed: "I would never..."

"What was that?"

It was the only thing that kept him from being swallowed up by the inferno raging all around him. A familiar feeling, an oasis surrounded by madness:

His pride.

As an Aesir, the son of the All-Father. Protector of Asgard.

He should never have listened to you. So many times you had tried to make him forget. To convince him that he could do without it, that it was something to be discarded... That his destiny was something else. That he was free to choose.

In truth, however, it was the only thing he needed, the only thing that he'd ever need. And all your attempts to convince him otherwise were only meant to manipulate him and confuse him and weaken his resolve.

And he'd almost fallen for it.

An utter fool.

His eyes burned as he bored them into yours. "I would never forsake my people."

"Hm..." You looked at him pityingly. "Funny. Isn't that what you're doing right now?"

Again his blood ran cold, but this time he forced himself to maintain eye contact and not show you again how much your words affected him. How they already threatened to snuff out the spark of defiance that had just reawakened within his hollow heart.

But when you suddenly smiled the next moment, he knew that the effort was in vain. The only other person who had ever made him feel like he was on the receiving end of his mindreading abilities was his father.

Heimdall should never have let it come to this.

And what you said next only added salt to the wound.

"Oh, if only you had listened to your father..." You started to slowly pace in front of him. "He mistrusted me from the start. Almost got me to give up my cover when his damn raven left me in the middle of fucking nowhere. But luckily" You stopped moving and beamed at him. "Luckily, I could always rely on the God of Foresight. He even lied to his king for me, can you believe it? So reliable, so well-trained... I truly owe him one."

You paused for a moment before your smile widened even more. He had imagined this sight so many times in the past few days... Had feasted on its memory every time his own head had become too heavy. Had longed for it, craved it... But now that it was in front of him again, it was as if he was seeing it for the first time. All the familiar warmth, all the tenderness, all the affection had disappeared. Now your lips were cold, like everything else about you.

He wondered how he could ever have been so blind.

"...Like making sure that Kratos doesn't kill him, so that he can witness the fruits of his failure." Again you walked up to him and crouched down. "Like making sure that he can watch Asgard fall."

No sooner had you finished speaking than Heimdall jerked forward, struggling against the restraints that held him just out of your reach. You didn't even blink at his antics, but his next words made you raise an eyebrow.

"It won't."

"Oh? Is that so? And what makes you so sure? Face the facts, it's over. Asgard has already lost the moment I took Gjallarhorn from you and all you cared about was me. What did the All-Father have to say about that, I wonder...? I can hardly imagine that he was particularly... pleased." Your lips stretched into a cold smile again. "Come to think of it, you should actually consider yourself lucky to be rotting in this cave! You've failed, on all counts. As a watchman, protector of your people... as a son. And now your realm must pay the price. And for what? Love?"

You raised your hand and gently brushed a sweaty strand of hair out of his face. He recoiled from your touch. However, as much as he hated himself for it, there was a small part of him that still longed to feel your soft skin on his own, even after everything you had just told him, if only for a brief moment-

"Oh, sunshine... Who could ever love you?"

Heimdall had not known there was anything left of him that was still intact and not broken. But now your words shattered it in one fell swoop.

You looked at him for a few more moments before taking a deep breath and announcing: "Well. This was fun. Let's do this again some time, shall we? After Asgard's funeral, perhaps?"

He watched as you stood up and brushed the dust from your legs.

"No."

You snorted in amusement, but didn't look up. "No? No, what? You didn't have fun? Well, I'm sorry to hear that, but-"

"You will be the ones to perish", he growled.

"Oh really?"

"And when I'm out of here, I-"

Your laughter was instantaneous. "And how are you going to do that? Do you think daddy dearest will come and rescue you? Why would he even bother to look for you? He thinks you're dead! Everyone in Asgard thinks that. And once the war comes to them, they'll soon have forgotten you even." You straightened up again and chuckled. "Not like they'll shed a tear for you before then, don't get me wrong. After all, they've always hated you for being their protector."

You smirked when you saw him scowl at you. "If you really think about it... You lead a rather sad existence. I mean, what are you without your powers? Your duties? Nothing. You have nothing. No allies, no friends and the only family that cares about you is your father - who you betrayed."

Heimdall only vaguely noticed you turn around and head back toward the cave exit. The pounding in his ears was back, so loud and so violent that he almost missed your next words.

He wished he did.

"But rejoice! It's not like you have to worry about that anymore..." You stopped, turned around one last time and then gave him a sweet smile.

It tasted like rotten fruit.

"...You're dead after all."

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