Keira: I love GOWR! It was amazing! The plot line, the fighting, the animation! Oh, it was beautiful! With that being said, I fell in love with someone who I both love and despise, you guest it- Heimdall!

I don't know why, but his prick attitude and good looks got my fanfiction story brain thinking. Plus is boss fight was fun to me (I laughed when I blew his arm off) As with most of my stories, this will be rated M for mature for the usual- sex, blood, fighting and mostly cursing, plus drinking.

Also, this story takes place in a unique time where Tyr is gone but Freya is there and Bulder can still feel. I get the feeling when it came to the gods, there was a moment of blissful piece this fanfic takes place in that peace. Will I fininsh this story, I don't know. However, I have two chapters down so far!

So read and tell me what you think, if I should continue or not. With that being said, enjoy the story!

"Mercy…"

An old man moaned before a gasp escaped his lips, his head went rolling down from his chest to the dirty ground. An old woman near opens her mouth to let out a loud horse scream. Only to fall silent second later when the sharp edge of the god's blade sliced her head off clean. Blood did not even fall until the body hits the ground.

"Tch!" The blonde male growled before walking past the now dead couple. Disguested by the near sight of it, he walks over to their home. Made of wood and stone, he kicks the door down to see countless decabitated bodies. All of them with no head, some of them being roasted in the middle of the house, the mere stentch made the god gag.

"Humans." The god muttered before closing the door. He then walks back to the corpses and grabbed their heads. Tying them to be held up by his waist, he hops onto his steed to head in the direction of the village that called him. It took him two days but he return to the village, a large but poor area located north of the mountains near his home. The people were of his land, so as a god he had a duty to protect them, much to his annoyance. So once he had returned to the village, he presented the heads of the two canablistic monsters that had been terrizing the poor place.

"Heimdall!" A man shouted as he rushes to the blonde god. Even though this Village was located on rich land by the god, the village still consist of poor, dirty humans. Something the god really disliked. In fact, he disliked it so much he threw the heads at the man that was rushing towards him.

"Consider your prayers to be heard." He tells the man before turning his steed around to head home. Only, the large Gulltoppr groans before walking. As the male journed back home, he began to feel a tingle on the back of his neck. Looking over his shoulders, he saw a woman staring at him along the path he took. Curious, he stopped his beast and turned it around to look at her.

"What mortal? Never seen a god before?" He asked the female, but she did not more or spoke, she just stared at him. Because her eyes were covered by the hood of her cloak, Heimdall could not read her. Although it did not matter to him, she was a mortal as far as he could tell. But silence angered him.

"Speak Mortal. I don't like eyes on me if not needed." He growled, however she did as told. Reaching up to her hood, she pulls it down to reveal two bright blue eyes staring back at him. Hair as white as snow but skin as dark as the soil beneath his feet.

"My, what pretty eyes you have. I have never seen a mortal with those types of eyes." Heimdall says before getting off of his steed. Only to gasp when found himself back at home. He was standing right in front of his father lodge, with no memory of how he got there.

"The hell?" He muttered to himself as he looks around, he saw that everyone was doing what they always do. Train, drink, party, fight, fuck and repeat the next day. It was shocking to him that no one notice his sudden transportation, or rather something else. Looking down at his feet, he saw them covered in mud with a foul smell. Raising his foot up bit, he leans down to sniff the disgusting brown muck on his feet. To his disgust, it was animal waste.

"THE FUCK!?" He shouted just as his brother's past him.

"What's up his ass?" Baldur muttered with the large lug Thor behind him. Heimdall heard the man, bearing his teeth in anger.

"I stepped in shit somehow!?" He shouted, causing his two siblings to stop in their tracks and approach him.

"You stepped in shit? Can't you see all?" Baldur chuckled at his older brother's frustration. Thor soon followed, chuckling along side his brother at the sight of his younger brother frustration.

"Those eyes aren't working anymore?" Thor asked with a cocky smirk.

"I…don't know." Heimdall muttered as he looks to the side before looking back at his elder sibling. "Where is father?"

"Where do you think?" The large male responded before walking away, with Baldur not to far behind. Once gone, Heimdall walks straight to his father's office, after wipping his shoe of animal shit, before seeing his old man. Odin was doing what he always did, look through books while muttering some unknown ghibber.

"Father, I must have a word." He spoke, however, Odin didn't hear him. He smelled the shit first and raised his hand.

"What ever it is, stay there. Your hurting my nose." The elder god gagged as he backs away from his son.

"Father, something odd happened." Heimdall started, his voice lowered and his facial expression soften, something he only did in front of his father and in certain moments of life. "I was heading back here and then I saw a woman in my way. And as though in a blink of an eye I am home."

"Yea, its call letting your mind wonder." Odin spoke.

"No, it was different. I have no idea how I got home. I don't…" It was as that moment Heimdall noticing something even more disturbing, his horn was gone. Looking down to where his hand was, his eyes widen in shock at the missing item, his father's facial expression soon followed.

"Where's the horn?" Odin asked the young god, the blonde tried to give him a response but was lost for words. "You lost the horn that decided our fate?"

"No…it was taken from me." Heimdall muttered. "That bitch stole the fucking horn!"

"What bitch!? Context Heimdall!" Odin shouted at his son just as his wife enters his office. The lovely goddess Freya enters her husband's office. Her son Baldur is behind her as walks towards the two.

"Odin, we need to talk about…Heimdall, are you alright?" Freya asked the young man, noticing him sweating and looking around the room.

"I am fine, I just remembered…that I forgot something in the mortal realm." Heimdall tells the two before leaving, walking past his younger brother. Just as he past him, Baldur leans over to whisper:

"What mortal realm?" He asked, Heimdall looked at him then growled:

"Fuck off!"

And with that, Heimdall rushes out the loge in search of that woman!