I could psychoanalyze myself in this fic, from the title (one of my personal quotes) to Hel's relationship with Loki and Heimdall.
But I won't, because it's gonna be scary... o.O
That which we call a rose.
"That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet."
A faint click, click, click, echoed in the silent library. As the sound drew closer, it became evident it belonged to the clanking of heavy leather boots against the aged woods of the floor.
That place was used to be so silent that even the slightest disturbance of that silence became startling.
"Shakespeare," a female voice stated, unaltered.
Heimdall stepped into the circle of light that her desk's many candles offered. "Yes. Romeo and Juliet."
Hel's eyes looked up to meet with crimson ones, much too close to her own. She was startled enough to place her book gently on the table, and state, a bit apathetically for Heimdall's liking,
"So you're back to your original form..."
But the guardian god didn't miss the subtle note of surprise, and he smirked in pride. "Impressive, huh?"
The pink haired goddess nodded absentmindedly, and asked softly, "What are you going to do now?"
"Trashing Loki would be a good idea, but, there's a thing that needs to get done...before."
Hel's eyes sparked up with curiosity, that surged mainly from the fact that the god of light sat on her desk, a small smirk playing on his lips.
He seemed to like the color green, because he wore a long sleeved, loose musk-green shirt unceremoniously, and partially, tucked into trousers that seemed to be made of a heavy material. The hems of the trousers were, in turn, tucked into the boots. The loose-fitting clothes betrayed a muscled, well-toned body beneath them.
He pulled her to him, and though she didn't do much more that become limp in the act, the slight tremor that crawled up her skin didn't go amiss to the guardian god.
"I've been waiting quite some time to do this..." he said in a deep voice, that made Hel's cheek flush a barely perceptible shade of cherry. Bringing his mouth near her ear, he whispered,
"Love given sought is good, but love given unsought is better."
A smile drew in her lips.
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"I was going to get revenge on Loki, I swear...!" Heimdall argued hotly, with a dare-to-contradict-me tone. Freyr couldn't help but smile at the deeper voice in which he bickered, "I just got... distracted."
Cute! And if you review, I might make a sequel ;)
R&R!!!