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The Songbird of Asgard

Chapter 13: Ignite (18+, Minors DNI!!)

AO3 Masterlist Word Count: 8k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, do NOT read if you are under 18 or don't want to see it. You won't miss anything important if you skip.

I still can't believe I wrote this or that I'm posting it...I've never done anything like this before, so I hope it's okay XD

The door had barely slammed behind them before Heimdall scooped Eivor up and sat her on top of his desk, the wooden box containing her flute set off to the side to let her fingers card through his hair. He settled between her thighs, their lips locked together in a furious battle between tongues and teeth, breathes mingling into shared gasps and sighs. There wasn't a single care for the fallen books and crumpled papers as his hands reached up her legs to shove them off. It became increasingly difficult to toe off his boots with Eivor's fingertips drifting down his chest and to the belt holding up his waist armor, grabbing hold of the buckle to free him of it. Only a few seconds went by but it felt like an eternity as he waited for her to be done.

As soon as the heavy gear was gone he dove down to her neck, licking and sucking on the soft skin below her jaw while her head tilted to give him room. His hungry digits crawled up her waist to drag his thumbs along the sides of her breasts, careasing the fabric as if he was feeling her skin. The high pitched tone to her sigh sent him reeling so far that his hands suddenly dropped to rip away the decorative belt around her waist, tossing it aside before he paused, breathing against her neck for a moment. He was so ready, he wanted this to happen now. At the same time, a part of him recognized just how special this moment was. One breath to calm himself, another to gather his wits. Then he slowly brought his head back up, kissing and nipping at exposed skin on his way until he reached her open lips. One hand drifted behind her head to gingerly feel the soft hair draping down, its heavenly texture making him pull her close and lean in to kiss her deeply. He was so close that Eivor could feel the lump pressing against her lower belly, making her gasp.

Time still felt like it was moving far too slow to be bearable. Eivor pawed at his long tunic to pull the excess fabric high enough that she could wrap her legs around his hips with minimal interference between them. Her need was spilling over from her mind and into his sight, his spine tingling at the plethora of emotions, not entirely sure where his began and hers ended. He couldn't dally any longer, gripping her by the backside and lifting her up effortlessly, smiling at the giggle she breathed into his mouth. Eivor's hands started to work on his braids as he carried her to his bed, getting the largest one unwound and the other ones intertwined with it becoming loose when he slowly set her down on the furs. She only stopped when her back was on the soft sheets, where she had enough stability and space to grab his tunic and lift it up. Heimdall threw it off once it was over his head, only a little annoyed that it got caught on his bracers.

He took just a moment to watch her, take in the sight before him. Light blonde hair strewn across the pillows, the bright halo perfectly framing her red face and swollen lips, those verdent eyes hazy and unfocused as she panted. She was absolutely stunning, divine, unmatched in every way. A beauty of no renown, and a heart she wanted only him to have. It was in this moment he was reminded of that night after they spent weeks separated, holding her while he realized just how much better she was than even him, how nothing in this world could compare to her. She deserved only the best, and he would spend his entire life being the best for her. Including this very night. He would make sure she would never forget this.

A new plan placed, Heimdall slowly leaned down to give her a much sweeter, more chaste kiss, slowing down just long enough to make her squirm. Her hands scratched at his thick undershirt, wishing it was his skin instead of armor. It did nothing to weaken his resolve as he gradually lowered his head a little at a time. One after another he peppered quick kisses down her neck, past her pulse and her throat, pausing at her partially exposed collarbone to bite at the delicate skin. His hands scraped up her torso, fingertips barely brushing over her bosom before spreading out to grip the edges of her dress. Just a second was spent waiting for her to object, and once he received none he painstakingly peeled it down her shoulders, his lips following it with nips at the free flesh that he'd never seen before. The collar was about halfway down her breasts, halting as he lifted back up to kiss her lips again, smirking at the impatient whine she gave him. It was intoxicating enough to make him take his time. Unable to bear his torture, Eivor shakily brought a hand to one of his bracers, fumbling with the straps in a hopeless effort to remove them without looking. It took mere moments for her to send her other hand to it, plucking at any loose leather that might be the strap, but with no success. Frustrated, she ripped her lips away to direct her gaze to it with a curse, briefly glaring at Heimdall as he chuckled at her.

"It's really not that difficult." Finally the strap was wrenched free and his bracer slid off of his wrist, allowing her to toss it off the side of the bed. "Careful now, you'll scratch my favorite bracers," he taunted, lowering to bite her ear as her hands went to the remaining bracer.

"I'll get you new ones," she rasped while working in the other, having much more luck this time.

"And what if I don't want new ones?"

Out of principle Eivor hurled the second bracer across the room, not caring what it hit or where it landed, then seized the collar of his shirt to whisper in his ear, "Do you want your bracers, or this?"

In a roguish, almost cruel tone Heimdall hummed in thought, hands brushing over the covered portion of her chest idly. "I might need a minute to think about it…"

Rather than voicing her objection, Eivor opted to slide her hands over his neck and to his scalp, scratching through the tousled braids until he growled and reclaimed her mouth with his own. Were she not distracted, Eivor would have rubbed the victory in his face.

Heimdall hardly noticed, relishing in the feel of her sifting through his hair, his fingertips caressing veiled skin that he needed to feel, all while she gave the perfect amount of playful attitude. He thought he was prepared for this, but once again he failed to properly measure her charms, her every touch and sharp remark sending heat to both his core and his heart. She was so tempting, so much sweeter than the few lowlives he'd foolishly laid with in his ignorant youth. At this point he was growing tired of his own stalling, but still wanted to tease her a little more before giving in. For just a second he withdrew only to kiss her again, this time more tame, loving. Eivor responded in kind, smiling into his kiss while her hands released his hair and rested on the back of his neck. Subtly, his hands wrapped around her collar, pausing to fool her into thinking he would take it slow. After a quick read on her to ensure she was too lost to pay attention, his grip tightened and he swiftly yanked it down to the base of her ribcage. Eivor turned away to squeal at the abrupt rush of cold air and harsh swoosh of fabric, bringing a hand up to cover her mouth as she laughed, the action so on par with their usual antics that she completely forgot what they were doing. She wondered if she ruined the moment when she only heard a single sharp exhale from him, looking back up to apologize while her giggles died down.

An impatient stare, an annoyed look, maybe even a scoff was what she expected. Instead she was met with an expression she had never seen before. Heimdall's mouth was slightly ajar, wide eyes were trained on her torso, scanning her form like he had to memorize the placement of every pore. What was most baffling was the gleam in his eye, making him look like a starving predator catching sight of prey. Ravenous.

The word proved to fit. He only managed to sweep a palm over one breast before he needed more, diving down to take one in his mouth. Little gasps and whimpers egged him on, his other hand tending to the opposite side. They may not have been as large as other goddesses', but they were just enough to comfortably hold. A perfect fit for him, just like everything else about her.

It felt like years. His tongue circled the supple skin and fingers pinched until she wailed, and all Eivor could do was wait for him to get his fill. She needed more, but her choices were limited in this position. Reaching back as far as she could, her hands grabbed his leather shirt and pulled it towards his shoulders, tugging it high enough that her hands could tuck underneath it and run along his back, letting her nails drift over his spine. One particular lick made her squirm, causing her to lose herself enough to dig her nails deep into his skin and pull downward to bring him closer. A scolding was what she predicted, thinking he wouldn't appreciate the scratching. To her surprise — and delight — he actually seemed to like it, so much that he gave a low growl and dug his teeth into her breast. If it weren't for the intense pleasure she felt she would have told herself to remember that.

With his fondling growing hungrier, Eivor's impatience multiplied. Her legs lifted high enough to wrap around him and press her heels into his lower back, silently asking him to put pressure on places he hadn't touched. He caught on immediately, fighting against her and refusing to give her what she needed while grinning into her skin. She knew what he wanted her to do, that smug grin told her exactly what it would take to get him to finally move on. Perhaps another time she would choose to resist more, but for now she gave in without a second thought. "Heimdall, please…"

The Songbird's voice had always been heavenly, but those words had been the most saccharine music the watchman had ever heard. As he smiled wolfishly he felt his lower belly ignite into an inferno, demanding to be set free so it could burn everything in its path. Yet he resisted despite the tightness in his pants that was beginning to throb. He gave one last kiss between her breasts and a squeeze to the tender skin, looking up to tease, "So eager. Do you really want this to be over so soon?"

Eivor brought her hands to his front and ran them up his chest, over his neck and into his hair, untying what was left of his braids and petting his golden locks. He practically purred for her. "Don't act like you aren't just…" she pulled him down while leaning up, swiping her tongue over his parted lips. "As." Her mouth moved farther up to nip at his jaw. "Eager," she finished, emphasizing it with a whisper in his ear. Feeling him shiver in her grasp was far too rewarding to resist a giggle, especially after she pulled away to take another good look at him. He would surely be embarrassed and irked by his tangled hair and his reddened visage.

Heimdall ignored her taunt in favor of finding revenge. His hands slipped back down to the dress collar bunched around her torso, leaning down to bite and suck at her neck. "Oh, I am." His hands slowly worked the dress downward, his upper body following as he left a trail of kisses from her neck. "But I've been waiting for this for a very…" a kiss to her sternum, feeling her breasts brushing against both sides of his face. "Very…" His breathing stuttered when he dipped lower, another kiss landing on her ribs. One more went to her navel, and he felt his body tingle when she gasped. "Long time. And if we're going to do this," a pause while he slid backwards to bring her dress to her hips, allowing her hands to take hold of his last shirt and pull it off as he backed away, "we're going to do it right." He couldn't help but grin as he saw her tremble, though he didn't attempt to read her mind. If he did he would have seen how amused she was, something in the back of her mind finding it humorous that he was a perfectionist even in this context.

Motivated by the sight of her parted lips and hazy eyes, he returned to her torso, inching down with kiss after kiss across her stomach. Even with the gasps of pleasure, he still felt the need to stop while her dress was almost past her hips. Rushing her had gotten him nowhere in the past, and the last thing he wanted was to take too much and leave her frightened. Or unsatisfied. Both would be a huge blow that he refused to accept. But the check in was over before it began when Eivor groaned, "Don't stop." The tone in her whine made his groin sting with blazing fire, one so hot and excruciating that he had to take a breath to remain in control. With that clarity he paid close attention to his foresight — a grueling task given how difficult it was to concentrate — to look for any trace of hesitation in her, any lingering doubt that could leave her hurt when everything was done. That burning only grew hotter when he found only desire.

Feeling his palms sweat and his chest heave, Heimdall chose to make the reveal more interesting. His eyes closed as he dived back down to kiss her lower belly, pulling the dress and the leggings she wore underneath onto her legs while he veered off to sprinkle kisses onto her right hip, flowing down to her thigh. Eivor found it almost painful, knowing she was totally bare while his lips dragged down her thigh, one kiss at a time, inch by inch, letting her feel every touch and puff of air from his nose. If he went any slower she might have kicked her dress off herself — even if it would make her look desperate enough for him to use it to his advantage — but he finally made decent progress when he rose to his knees, lifting her right leg out of her dress and pressing one bite after another onto her knee as he slid the other out of its confines. His trek down her leg didn't stop until he reached her ankle, where he gnawed at the protruding bone before opening his eyes.

Until this point Eivor was confident. She knew that she wanted this, that she wanted him to have it. But in this moment, she felt some anxiety return. It was his stare. Those piercing purple eyes were wide, raking up and down her body like he had just found the most exquisite treasure in all the realms. They paused between her legs several times, and each one made her stomach flop with embarrassment. He looked almost feral, like he could eat her alive. An idea that was further supported by the slow bobbing of his Adam's apple as he swallowed thickly. Nothing, not even the first beads of sweat dripping down his chest and abs, was enough to distract her from the sudden blanket of shyness that had fallen over her.

Green eyes were ripped away as one hand covered her mouth, the motion finally snapping Heimdall out of his stupor. Sensing her awkwardness, a devilish smile formed as he laughed evilly, setting her leg down while he chuckled, "Oh, now you want to be coy, do you?"

"You're just staring!" The hand on her mouth slammed back down to her side in joyful exasperation.

Another chuckle as he lifted her left leg and kissed her other ankle, working his way up her shin while he mumbled, "Of course…Why wouldn't I take in the first sight of pure perfection?"

Eivor's heart nearly leapt out of her chest. She thought this would be all heat and fire, a total cyclone of overwhelming passion. Yet he managed to make it warm and welcoming, like sitting in front of a fire after trudging through a snowstorm. So full of love and tenderness, giving her all of his affection in ways that left her speechless. It almost made her shed a tear, forcing herself to find a distraction. Given their constant state of playfulness, it wasn't hard to find one. "Aren't you the one who always says you're 'perfect?'" She shivered as he mouthed at her knee, setting her leg down to lean into her thigh. "And you've certainly looked in a mirror. So haven't you seen perfection already?"

A glance up at her made her shy away from her mockery, the intensity in them stealing all thought from her. "I would have agreed with you…" One more bite to her mid thigh before he picked up speed. "Until now."

Once more she was floored by how sweet he was in such a carnal moment, but the glowing in her heart didn't last after he hooked one arm underneath her thigh, then the other as he put one more kiss on the junction between her hip and leg. She knew exactly what he ventured to do and felt the insecurity worming in at the thought of him being face first in her most private affairs. While he bit at her thigh until it bruised she attempted to raise a hand to cover herself, but barely an inch off the sheets his arm reached over to hold it down, intertwining his fingers through hers. After that she offered no protest, knowing she had nothing to fear, that her self-consciousness didn't match what he felt for her at that moment. She surrendered, letting her head fall back on the pillows.

Heimdall took one last glance at her before he could wait no longer, the scent of her flower just inches from him driving him mad. He planned to go in slowly, ease her into it. He planned on being gentle at first to make sure it wasn't overwhelming. All of that changed when he finally released his tongue and swiped it across her core, the taste of her and the breathy, surprised moan that escaped her destroying whatever restraint he had. He jumped in headfirst, licking and sucking at her hidden bud like it was his only source of sustenance, the sweet nectar so enticing that his hands dug into her thighs while she mewled for him. She took back the hand she held to wind it into his hair, both sets of digits curling into his tresses and gripping them so tight that it hurt, but in the most scrumptious way. A growl escaped him against his will, the fingernails scraping across his scalp proving to be more intoxicating than he could withstand. So much that his teeth even made an appearance, grazing her in a way that made her hips jolt into his mouth.

So breathtaking, yet somehow not enough. Her flavor was too delicious to have just a hint of. No, he needed to gorge on it, to drink it like it was a mead that promised eternal youth and fortune. Before he could reconsider he slid down just a little lower.

Eivor would have been bashful about where he was headed were she not so lost in the sensations racing through her bones, every lick of his skilled tongue making her legs tense, his throaty hums inspiring her to let out more of her own. It was so much, but it was so good, somehow the perfect physical equivalent to everything he made her feel emotionally. She wasn't prepared when she felt his tongue poke inside. A sharp gasp fell into a sharp moan, making Heimdall's hips thrust into the sheets before he could stop them. She completely lost herself, no longer trying not to rip his hair out or leave his scalp unscathed. He was so far out of her reach and she had to hold something, or she might just lose her sanity without having him to ground her.

Watching her unravel made him want to see more. He didn't just want her to enjoy this, or not regret doing it. No, he wanted her to feel it in every part of her being, to writhe in pleasure while he reveled in her lovely sounds. As slyly as possible, he worked his way back up to her pearl and applied ample pressure to keep her attention while one hand snaked back from around her thigh. His middle finger wandered over to her center, then gently found the spot he had just devoured. She jumped, but pulled him in closer by the hair, too trapped in lust to be nervous. Without a sign of opposition, he slipped it within her, thrilled to find no resistance from within. Her body was already prepared for the best part.

It was a strange sensation, like an invasion that was too exciting to oppose. Her head fell deeper into the pillows and her feet dug into the bed, trying to force more friction than Heimdall was willing to give. The tentative pokes were already overpowering her, but she had no clue that he intended to do so much more. In time, after she seemed to adjust and her breathing began to even out, he curled his finger into the spongy tissue inside, all while his tongue worked diligently higher up. Once quiet sighs and groans sprung into unabashed cries. Her hands pushed Heimdall into her hips, she felt her legs shake, one of them shifting over to press her heel into his back. Some of her fingers reached further down to scratch at his neck, needing to feel his skin on hers before the limited contact was too much to withstand. Heimdall groaned at her nails tearing at him, wasting no time with adding a second digit to join the first. His lover's back arched and shoved his nose into her, making his lower body shutter in jealousy, lamenting that it had been ignored for so long. But he had to hold it together just a little longer. Eivor's body was tense and constantly gyrating, her head thrashed back and forth, all ten of her nails went into his shoulders and left red trails across them as her voice began to crack and tremble, all while he continuously glanced up at her, waiting for just the right moment. And enjoying the erotic display.

All the pressure was building within, growing so volatile that she felt like she would burst any moment, her squeals getting higher in pitch by the second. Then, just as quickly as he had built up his momentum, Heimdall slowed, his fingers stilling and withdrawing from her while he placed one last kiss on her, panting and struggling to lift up onto wobbly arms. The burn in his pants was painful, sick of the torture of its confines.

Eivor needed a few moments to catch her breath, giving Heimdall enough time to meander back up her torso, biting here and there at a leisurely pace. When he was finally at her neck she mumbled, "You're the worst," though the unsteady breathing took away any bite her complaint would have had.

The watchman smirked into her neck, biting more bruises on her skin as he gave in to the bait. "Perhaps you should watch your mouth," a brief moment of silence as he gave one particularly persistent bite, "I could just deny you now."

An airy giggle left Eivor, who pulled his head up so she could make eye contact while calling him on his bluff. "You would never," she said while her eyes flitted downward.

Her intent was to suggest that he was not in a position to walk away, to prove he was just as unhinged as she was. He took it another direction, a gentle smiling blooming on his features while he agreed, "No. Not to you." He ducked down to kiss her, and she readily reciprocated, her desire for him growing with every little expression of love that he snuck in to blindside her. Though it was only a quick exchange, Eivor broke away while his hands wandered up her thighs and caressed her waist. He was such a loving man when he chose to be, and seeing that in him only made her want him more. Before she could beg him to get on with it, he spoke first, explaining himself in the most scandalous way he could as he whispered into her ear, her hands gripping his shoulder blades, "There will be plenty of nights where I will make you cum over and over again." And just when she thought it couldn't get any filthier, he added, "But tonight…I want this to be an orgasm you'll never forget."

That was the last straw. She couldn't wait any longer. Swallowing her pride, she feverishly begged, "Please take your pants off."

Another chuckle as he slid away, wearing a wicked, toothy grin. "Now how could I say no to such an innocent request?"

"Heimdall."

The warning was enough for him to stop teasing and comply, returning to his knees while looking incredibly smug. Too overtaken by anticipation, Eivor pushed herself onto her elbows as she watched Heimdall undo the leather tie at the hem of his pants, not missing the subtle fumble that slowed him down. Just the sight of him between her legs, almost completely naked, was more than enough to make her impatient, but she had no words to protest, eyes glued to the prominent bulge with a small dark patch over it. She would have made fun of him for failing to totally conceal how badly he wanted the same thing she did had he not hooked his thumbs over the waistband and shoved them down without preamble.

Her eyes went straight to his member, standing at the ready and looking painfully stiff. A knot formed in her stomach as she inspected it, noticing that it was…bigger than she expected. It wasn't a compliment per se, more of a product of inexperience. As much anxiety as she felt at the thought of where it would wind up, she couldn't keep the curiosity at bay. Heimdall ceased his movements when she sat up, immediately noting that her face was now dangerously close to him. How tempting it was to try to urge her to return the favor he had granted her, but he bit his tongue. This was about her. He wouldn't ask her to service him like he had with previous partners. They were not worthy of his effort, but her — his Songbird — she deserved to be worshiped.

His resolve did little in the end. Eivor felt her insides grow hotter at the proximity, a daring part of her wanting to know what it felt like. She lifted her hand slowly, too focused to see that Heimdall had held his breath after he realized what she was going to do. Her delicate fingers rested on the shaft and he had to suppress a hiss. It was such a simple touch but it was so hot, lighting sparks across his body as he watched her drag her fingertips from tip to base and back. The goddess closed her hand around it, this time catching the tension in his torso at the gesture. Payback began to feel so satisfying as she let her hand push and pull at the skin, seeing every twitch and jolt in Heimdall's body as he refused to let his arousal show, ever trying to appear steady and in aloof. Never wanting to reveal just how quickly she could make him fall apart. On one stroke her thumb's knuckle clipped the underside of the head and drew a small grunt from Heimdall. Her attention was drawn to the tip, where she found a slight wetness at the slit that gave her a better idea. But he didn't need to know what it was.

Panic rose up in Heimdall when he felt the presence of her mind withdraw, fearing that she was hiding her reservations before he could find them. He looked down to stop her and halt the entire process just in time to see her dive in and wrap her luscious red lips over his cock. He wheezed and threw his head back, absolutely sure that he wouldn't be able to hold back if he watched. If he wasn't momentarily incapacitated he would have enacted some sort of revenge for the amused hum she voiced around him.

In all honesty she was clumsy, and her movements were a bit too jerky, yet it was somehow so much more pleasing than any other experience he'd had. His mind and body were at war, mind commanding his hand to reach out and stop her so he could bring the focus back to her, but his body wanted to take her cheek and guide her into a better tempo. The battle ended in some kind of draw, his hand brushing her hair back and keeping it out of her face, merely holding her head without giving any direction. His ego did its damndest to stay silent and stoic, but with each lick of her tongue down the shaft a grunt or two weaseled their way out. It painted a whole new picture for Eivor, who now understood why Heimdall was so adamant about driving her insane with his touches and kisses. To hear him groan and feel his hand shake, to know that he was falling to pieces from her touch…it was a high that couldn't be matched by any herb or mead that was made to dull to mind. And to know that this was Heimdall — Scion of the Aesir, the god who couldn't be touched, a man so proud and powerful that anyone in his presence feared him — who was trembling and using every ounce of his willpower not to whine from her touches. With one determined lick her tongue lapped at the slit at the tip of his member, and this was the most he could handle. Heimdall let out a (very unfortunate) moan and threw his hands onto her shoulders, pushing her just enough to take himself out of her mouth.

Eivor panted, looking up at Heimdall to see his reaction. Her chest swelled with pride at his clenched eyes and open mouth inhaling as much air as he could take. Just a few breaths later his dilated pupils met hers and a smirk broke out on his face. "I'll teach you all about that another time." She couldn't keep in another eager giggle, eyes drifting down to take a good look at his thighs, their defined muscles leaving her famished again.

Neither of them could hold on much longer, Heimdall knew that. Gently, he pressed on her shoulders to get her to lie down, viciously kissing her as he struggled to kick off his pants. He couldn't care less where they landed for once, too busy taking position between Eivor's legs. She gasped into his mouth when she felt his cock poking at her lower belly.

Cautious, Heimdall reigned in his need and toned down their kiss, attempting to communicate that love was the only thing driving him to go this far with her. He sensed no fear, but he couldn't shake the obligation to ask. "Are you ready?"

"Yes."

No hesitation. Somehow it still didn't feel like enough. "Are you sure?"

Eivor pushed his shoulders away so she could look at him, smiling in a way that calmed his very soul. "Heimdall, I want you," she said breathlessly before pulling him back in to add, "I love you."

That was all he could take. He couldn't wait any more.

One of his hands left her waist and rested his forehead on hers, leaving Eivor wondering what he was doing until she felt him prodding at her opening. Her entire body shivered when Heimdall whispered, "Tell me if you need to stop." His tone left no room for argument, and informed her that he would be watching for any indication that she wasn't pleased. Unable to form any words, she simply nodded, closing her eyes and waiting for it to happen. Heimdall took one more moment to find any signs of disapproval, his stomach churning in suspense when he found none. Carefully, keeping her comfort at the forefront of his mind, he began to slide in.

It was a strange feeling for Eivor. A bit odd and uncomfortable, but not in a way that was upsetting. Even with that conscious realization she still couldn't stop the wave of pleasure flowing through her, her head thrown back and forcing Heimdall to keep his nose in her shoulder. He moved at a snail's pace, slowly crawling in one little bit at a time. The pace was so slow it was agonizing, yet at the same time she wasn't sure if she could take much more. All of her trust went to him, believing he would treat her well.

As much as he wanted to, every part of him struggled to keep that goal. He couldn't hold on to the groan that escaped him as soon as the head was in, his teeth clenching and grinding together to keep his voice in check. Every single molecule in his being cried out for more, for him to skip the introduction and relish in the sweet sanctity of her body by unleashing the feral beast growing within. He had to command his mind to work overtime to prevent that from happening. When he was finally sheathed to the hilt he let out another groan into her shoulder. Muscles were taut, breath heavy, and he felt disoriented from the pulses of pure ecstacy blasting through him. Again, he thought he was prepared. He thought he knew what this would be like, but gods — this was something else entirely. So much more inebriating and hypnotizing than ever before, like the desire stirring in his core was possessing him, and ordering that it receive these sensations rapidly and indefinitely. By the time he had let out a few strained breaths he felt his legs shaking from the sheer need for movement that he had to keep in line. Eivor surprised him, speaking up before he felt he gave her enough time to adjust. "H-Heimdall please…"

Another needy moan snuck through his teeth, even though he hated it. But he gave her what she wanted, slowly withdrawing, moving at the same speed as his entrance. Eivor winced and whined, the retreat pulling at her insides, but somehow still maintaining that divine feeling darting through her bones. Once as far back as he could be, he only paused for a breath before heading back in, the raw groan in Eivor’s ear bringing a tremble that engulfed her wits. Heimdall filled her again, pulled out once more, and continued, pleasantly shocked to feel her relax after the first couple thrusts. The sharp sighs melted into sinful moans that wiped his mind clean, her hands on his shoulders moved under his arms and onto his back to feel more of him, his name spilling from her lips with every movement. It made the torturously slow motions painful, every single muscle about to snap with tension. Then she gave him a blessing. The word "more" accompanied his name on the next mewl, and he was more than happy to give her what she wanted.

Now his movements were fluid, drawing in and out without any breaks between, yet still controlled and far more meek than he wanted. It took three more thrusts before he broke and a deep growl fell from his lips, his cock twitching when he felt her squeeze him at the sound. Just when he started reminding himself that this was for her as much as it was for him, her legs made their way around his hips and her heels pressed into his lower back, her body arching when she begged, "Dall, please, please, faster."

That nearly did him in, took away any control he had. But Heimdall managed to keep a hold of himself, with the exception of the ragged groan he let out. Shifting his weight for easier movement, his speed increased to a smooth pace, immediately hearing the difference in Eivor’s moans and biting his lip to keep in his own reactions. It was then that Heimdall realized that he was much worse off than he thought, his stomach already tightening and his jaw twitching as he felt the pressure building too fast for his liking. After only a handful of moments at their new pace he couldn't take the restraint any longer, quickening until he felt nails digging into his back. He hated the effect it had on him, having to close his eyes while hooking his arms under hers to pull her closer, desperate to have any sensation distract him from the inevitable.

Whatever discomfort Eivor felt had long passed, gradually melting into a misty heat engulfing every inch of her body. No matter how much he gave her it still felt like she needed more, like the mounting electricity would never meet expectations. It became so much harder to endure when Heimdall held her closer, all the grunts and groans he tried to hold back just loud enough to drive her mad. It was far too enticing to know he was losing his wits to pleasure alongside her. She wanted him to let go more, to enjoy this to the fullest. Gasping for air, she couldn't keep her nails from drawing down his back as she loudly pleaded, "Hei — gods, please! Harder! I need you harder, please!"

Heimdall felt something in him break. It acknowledged that she wanted this to be as wild as he did and didn't hesitate to indulge them in it. His thrusts became shallower but more forceful as he picked up speed, her squeals mixing with the light slapping of skin and the creaking of the bed beneath them. It was all too much for him to keep holding back, the groans and hisses tumbling out of him loud enough to be heard without straining. Eivor's toes curled and her hands constantly scraping up and down his back, no doubt leaving marks that perfectly portrayed the euphoria coursing through her veins. She was almost at the precipice but the climax just wouldn't budge, barely out of reach and taunting her by making the fire in her core burn hotter and hotter.

Every snap of his hips made her moan, the heat was burning them alive, and they both needed to feel the other reach the end. As ashamed as Heimdall was to admit it, he didn't think he would be able to last until after she was finished, which was an outcome he could not allow. In a last ditch effort to satisfy her first, one of his hands reached down to just above the place they were connected, rubbing calloused fingers over the sensitive bud.

Everything blurred into a sparkling glow when Eivor felt it all come to a head, powerless to keep her voice from raising and shrieking at the incredible rupture dampening everything that wasn't Heimdall. From head to toe her body tingled with every jolt shooting from her core and through her blood, making her legs shake and her fingers go numb. For the moment nothing existed except her and Heimdall, and the warmth she felt deep within her when he released his own roar.

Once again, Heimdall thought he knew what was coming, but Eivor did what she does best — making everything he'd ever experienced so much better than he thought possible. His hips became erratic when he felt her squeezing and constricting him in the most wonderful ways, his own choked moans joining hers when he stilled while deep inside, the sparks in the air catching his skin and forcing his muscles to contract without warning. This was a climax like he had never felt, and in the back of his mind he wondered if this was how they were always supposed to feel and he lacked enough interest for it to manifest it until now, or if Eivor was, as usual, the reason everything gave him more life than ever.

Both of them remained for several heated breaths, still tense and panting while their bodies acclimated to the stationary postures after such a long bout of motion. In time they relaxed, muscles gradually unlocking and releasing the magma that had singed their skin, leaving them both burned and trembling. Much sooner than he wanted, Heimdall had to pull away from her to gracelessly collapse onto his back next to her, lest he rest all his weight on her. All they could manage was breathing while they struggled to regain full consciousness.

Their breaths evened out into subdued sighs, leaving them both to consider what they had just experienced, if everything they ever knew about it was totally wrong compared to what it could be between them. Heimdall was still processing it when Eivor decided she loathed the short distance between them, slowly rolling onto her side to curl into him. He felt her shuffling and responded without thinking, simply lifting his arm to let her head rest on it while she cuddled into his side. It took mere seconds for him to believe that this gesture was not enough, his skin begging for the cool relief of her touch. He heeded its cries, rolling onto his side to face her and wrap his other arm over her shoulder to bury his hand into her hair while the one under her bent upward to hold her waist. Her hands were buried into his chest, the subtle caressing of her fingers making him shiver. Neither of them had any words to offer, still bathing in the afterglow of each other's presence. It was then, as Heimdall kept telling himself how incredible this was, that he felt himself smiling.

In the past this would be where it ended. The smell would make his nose crinkle, he'd have whoever was involved clean him up, order them to change the sheets they had soiled, complain that they weren't welcome to stay before he shooed them out of his sight, and that was it. It was over and done, just like that, and at that point he would wonder if it was even worth the time and effort. But this…this…

This wasn't something he wanted to end. It was the same scenario, but this time he would stay just like this for an eternity if he could, the sated aftermath somehow so much more divine than the act itself. Everything from the smells to the sweaty sheets, the hot breaths and humid air, was somehow so different with her — so beautiful with her. There was no filth or annoyances following, only the pure bliss of holding her like time was irrelevant, keeping her in his arms and exposing the serenity he felt to her without a care. There was no desire to make her leave, to call it done and consider it a potential waste. No, every single thing about this was flawless, almost dreamlike. It was all so gorgeous that he wondered if this was even real, if all of this — if she was just a lovely dream. But then she would sigh into his chest, nuzzle into him as he patted her damp hair lovingly, and he would be reminded that it was very real, and a life that he was living. Everything was so perfect when he had her. It was a moment that no other would be able to create. No other could give him this. Only her. Always her.

How easy it would have been to take a second to read her and learn how she felt, but he refused to cheat himself of this wonderful moment by taking the simple and fast way through it. "So…any thoughts?"

A tiny chuckle left her while she shook her head and panted. "Sort of? I…I can't really think straight yet."

Heimdall rolled his eyes. "I'm not looking for a monologue, darling. Did you enjoy yourself?" He smirked when he felt her cower into his chest, embarrassed by his phrasing.

"I just…I can't describe it. But…" His eyes snapped open. Doubt? "I'm feeling something that makes me think we maybe shouldn't have done this."

Pure despair plagued him as he tried to pull away and look at her, to find out exactly what went wrong, what he did that didn't make her completely happy, but she cut him off. Her laugh calmed him as she clarified, "I, um, I don't mean that in a second-guessing sort of way. It's uh…literal, actually." She prayed that he would understand that she was referring to the questionable fluid dripping down the back of her thigh and avoid spelling it out for him.

After a short pause to consider he, thankfully, understood, laughing heartily as he hugged her tighter. "That's nothing to be concerned about. There's plenty of remedies around the city. With so many drunkards around there has to be."

She joined him, but her laugh was more shy and reserved. "Oh, okay then."

"So aside from that?"

A moment of silence passed. Eivor couldn't put it into words, couldn't reel in all of the emotions enough to express them verbally. Then she suddenly spit it out. "I'm happy this was with you."

Heimdall body stiffened, eyes wide.

"I wouldn't want this with anyone else."

It was so much harder for him to breathe. She had mirrored exactly what he thought just moments ago; that nothing about this, absolutely nothing at all, would have mattered if it were someone else. He wanted this with only her. And she felt the same about him. It wasn't about the act or the fleeting tryst, it was the love behind it. To know that…

Words no longer sufficed. The most he could manage was to squeeze his eyes shut and hold her like she would fly away if he didn't. It was too much to contain. Nothing he could ever do would be able to match the heavenly glow in his heart.

"I love you, Eivor," was all he could say, breathlessly and shakily.

"And I love you, Heimdall."

"I absolutely adore you, my darling Songbird."

She couldn't offer much of a response, his grip on her too tight to breathe, but it didn't bother her. She knew his language. He was overjoyed, and that was more than she could ever hope for.

The cabin air was so still and tranquil. Had it been unknown to all of Gladsheim no one would have guessed it was Heimdall's cabin. It just didn't fit him anymore.

Gjallarhorn forgotten, tossed onto the floor by the doorway like it was an old pair of shoes, sword abandoned with it, and armor scattered across the room like sand in the wind, he was no longer the scion or the watchman. Nor was he a god. He was just a man. A man who was deeply and hopelessly in love. And he had not a single complaint about it.

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