Thor didn't join the Guardians because he still has Loki and Heimdall in this universe. So he's gonna go travel with them instead! Enjoy!
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"Death took the first of them with barely a pull."
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They could say the fight was one of the easiest they've ever had. But then they'd be lying.
Firstly, these creatures with far too complicated names to even say had no pattern or specific style of fighting. They were too driven by emotion, and that emotion is just pure, raw anger. This could be used to their advantage if only the forefathers had placed just a little bit of luck on their side.
Secondly, they were severely outnumbered. (So, it seems the forefathers were no help.) Thor, Loki, and Heimdall were each magnificent fighters, but they only have a handful of other men on their side and what seems to be an endless stream of opponents. They had mistakenly challenged the beasts to battle nearer to their nests than they'd expected, so packs upon packs of the bloodthirsty creatures would arrive after they were able to rid of only a handful.
Lastly, this has been going on for almost an hour. An hour of struggling to get these creatures and their snarling mouths away would be enough to wear off the adrenaline bit by bit. One of the men who fought with them went down as his hand had become too exhausted to grip the sword he had. The beasts wasted no time tearing him apart, blood splattering across the battlefield, feasting in the middle of the fight.
No, this was not the easiest battle. But still, it was bearable.
Together, they had been travelling the realms to ensure the peace and assure the kingdoms that Thanos had been permanently dealt with - regaling those who would listen with tales of Midgardian men and women fighting against the Mad Titan's children and army, of a green friend and champion who brought the lost back, a mortal who wielded the stones to save them all, and a woman who travels far across the stars to help those in need. Thor would tell these stories with such joy and excitement; Loki would be silent but sometimes conjure an image of Valkyrie on her steed, or Mjolnir flying through the air to hit Thanos just to amuse the children. Heimdall was content to listen as he stood quietly by the sides.
In this town that they had come across, an area far from the city of the realm, and therefore, they frustratedly accept, unimportant to those who rule, beasts had been coming and going to take their food and even the people themselves. Since the royalty had failed to do anything despite reports of the fourth woman going missing with nothing but blood trails to the nests of the creatures, Thor had placed it upon himself to deal with the situation on hand. This was not something he'd want anyone to suffer through, and the former king took a moment to thank the stars they had a Valkyrie watching over their own people.
After the three of them had gone to try and reason with the creatures, even offering them alternatives, it had been clear that they wanted nothing from them except the flesh off their bones. And then maybe keep the bones to have something to chew on once in a while.
Heimdall expressed his thoughts on the matter: These creatures were not developed ones as there were really no signs of them existing for a while. Most likely, they were a bad result of crossbreeding that had high results in reproduction. For something that hadn't existed up until recently, they had a very high population with members old enough to fight roughly against some gods.
And roughly fight they did. Only an hour later were they really making a huge progress. Loki had been working with some of the men who had marched to fight with them in order to herd some of the creatures to a separated area where Thor can do a trick of lightning to bring them down altogether.
A couple more tries, and what felt like days, they were finally able to see their enemies dwindling in numbers until they could barely see a new one joining the brawl. There was a bit of sadness, as Heimdall sees it, because they were practically running an entire species to the ground and making them extinct. But all traces of this thought slipped his mind as he saw the events that unfolded before him.
Heimdall took a moment to breathe. There weren't any beasts charging at him now. Most were going after Loki and the men who had led most of the creatures to their doom, and none of these things seemed to realize it was Thor, standing a couple of steps away from where Heimdall stood, who had brought their death to them. In this moment, Heimdall looked around to see the results of the battle and had noticed a stray who was left battling a man. Heimdall prepared to rush in and help, but it was proven too late when the man fell so suddenly and the beast tore his arm apart from his body. In its mad rage, it had also somehow taken the spear the fallen warrior had brought and flung it wildly through the air before blindly making its way to the last group Loki and the others had trapped. As Thor summoned his powers to end this bloody war, he had been oblivious to the fact the spear was headed towards him.
Heimdall noticed.
He could have intercepted with his sword. He could have warned Thor, or even pushed him out of the way. But, for a second there, a very crucial second, it was as if all sense of reason had been pulled from him. So, he went with the intercepting plan, but used his body rather than the sword.
In a blink of an eye, Heimdall fell to the ground as the spear impaled him through a critical spot. His blood watered the ground and silence surrounded him before the pain had come tumbling down on him all at once.
Vaguely, he could see Thor recover from his use of power before letting out a horrified shout as dropped down beside Heimdall who was already struggling to breathe. A flash of green by his side meant Loki had heard and appeared as soon as he was able. With no words, the God of Chaos went to kneel on his other side and checked the wound.
"I... I can't do anything for this." He announced grimly and quietly that only the three of them heard. "There's nothing I can do." Loki looked at Heimdall with apologies and terror in his eyes that no one else would see. But Heimdall had only looked back calmly, as if he was in peace.
"I had hoped," Heimdall whispered weakly, "to live longer and watch over you two. But the fates are not on my side today. It seems my death is now inevitable."
Thor shook his head, tears were starting to fall from his eyes. "No, no. There must be something we can do. I'll take you to the village." But Heimdall had been unable to hold back the sounds of protest as pain seared through him when he was moved. Unable to take the risk of making things worse, Thor was filled with pained acceptance at what was obviously about to come.
As his king began to cry by his side, he placed what focus he could on the other brother for a while. He gathered strength to take his hand and make Loki listen carefully to his words. "Watch over your brother, but do not forget to watch yourself." He warned, a meaningful look in his golden eyes that only Loki and select few would understand. "You've turned into a fine warrior and an even better man. Your mother would be proud."
His words brought tears to the god's eyes. Loki scrambled to turn away and stood up abruptly. With some excuse of making sure there were no other beast left, he turned to leave the two with nothing but a final nod of respect to Heimdall.
Thor barely registered his brother's departure as he could barely see through the tears blurring his vision. Heimdall couldn't help but feel sorry for the god who had suffered enough loss at such a young age. He couldn't help but curse the fate he had no choice but to accept as he watched the God of Thunder lose another part of him once more.
"Thor," his voice could barely be heard now, "you must take care of your brother. I fear something terrible may happen soon, and I can't be there for both of you now." He stuttered out. "Never leave each other alone, do you understand me?"
Thor shakily nodded his head, wiping his hand across his eyes to clear his vision, but the tears wouldn't stop coming. "Thank you." He sincerely offered. Thor feels that more should be said but he couldn't get more words out as he watched someone he wholeheartedly admired and greatly respected die in his arms.
Heimdall smiled in understanding. His eyes drifted away as he slowly stopped fighting the pull of death. "I had only ever wished to see peace throughout the realms, my King. I hope I had done my part to help in that." He sighed, staring up at the cloudy sky. "It's just a shame the stars I have watched and grown to love through the years are not here to bid me goodbye one last time."
It took all of what remained in Thor's strength to push down his need to cry in mourning for his fallen companion. His hand, still shaking, had reached up to gently close the golden eyes that reminded him of safety and Asgard.
"Find peace, my friend." He whispered solemnly. "Go with the stars and find your peace."
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"Not that I care for glory
I just want a story
With a happy ending for all."
— Team Starkid, "Happy Ending"
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I'm not very emotionally invested in Heimdall as I should be since most of the fanfics I find depicts him as an irritating enemy of Loki, but I do understand his importance and it breaks my heart that Idris Elba had wanted Heimdall to play a more important role and actually wanted to keep doing it because he enjoyed filming Ragnarok but Thanos killed him sigh
ngl this took me a while to post bc i got distracted with fanfiction from ao3 under the tag "not team cap friendly" and im-
Tell me what you think !
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