"If I was a powerful witch, where would I be?"
Heimdall muttered to himself as he searches for the woman he saw three days ago. He has been searching the area for three straight days. The night he arrived, he went underground to the volcano reach where monsters hibernate to find her. As the sun rose, Heimdall just wiped out an entire villages of monster. On the second day, he retraced his steps to end up in the cabin where he had killed that couple, their bodies feeding flies and other monsters, much to the disgust of Heimdall. Near night time, he had arrived to village and search for the witch but did not find her, however, he did meet a man with a story similar to his. A farmer that told the god a story about how he was lost in the forest and then returned home with no memory but no coin purse either.
So now on his third day in the morning he search the forest for her until he found himself back at the mountain, frustrated and angered at the fact he still hasn't found the woman or his horn yet. Ordering his steed to break, he and Gulltoppr sat by the river bank, his steed drinks water as cracks his knuckles in frustration. His mind wondering into the under known.
"What if she blows the horn?" He thought. "Father can be killed, or worse I can be killed. I need to find that fucking woman and get that fucking horn!"
"FUCK!" He shouted before punching the ground. His fist break into the concrete rock beneath him, small trickles of blood seep between his finger tips.
"Anger isn't cute." A voice spoke behind him, causing him to grab his sword in shock. An emotion he has felt in long time since he see to saw all around him.
"How?" He growled, standing up from spot while wiping the bits of rock from inside of his hand.
"How, what?" She purrs at him before tossing the horn towards his feet, much to his dismay. Leaping towards it, his hand grabbed the wooden whistle before his body hits the…bed?
"What the fuck?" Heimdal growled as he stood up from his bed to look around his bedroom. "THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT!?"
Heimdall shouted as he kicks his front door open to see everyone going on with their day. The blonde male gasp at the sight of his home before him. Immedally he reach to his side to feel the horn stuck to his hip. Letting out a sigh, Baldur walks up to him with a confused look.
"Whats wrong with you?" The handsome god (mythology!) asked his older but small heighted brother. (In my head, Heimdall is just a few inches smaller than Baldur. It could be because of his chihuahua like personality, I don't know, but for the sake of this story he is like three inches in height smaller than Baldur and that guy is tall).
"It happened again!" Heimdall shouted before storming straight into his father's office. Once there, Odin raises his hand to his son.
"Gotta tell you something!" Odin spoke, but Heimdall cuts him off.
"What ever it is, it can wait! I have worse news!" Heimdall shouted at his father, something most gods didn't do, but since it was Heimdall, Odin let his disrespect pass and let him speak.
"There is a witch in the mortal realms that has the ability to avoid my sight and manipulate me!" Heimdall growled, making Odin eyes widen at him.
"Question, did she have white hair?"
"Yes."
"Blue eyes?"
"How do you know?" Heimdall was confused.
"Oh thank me! Son, you met a hybrid!" Odin spoke. "Before you say anything, it was your mother's choice when I gave you those eyes."
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"When I gave you those eyes, your mothers had thought you would hurt their people. So I had the eyes tweek that your sight couldn't affect your people." Odin explained, much to Heimdall's confusion considering he wasn't fully present wit his mother. In fact, Freya the closes thing he had to a mother since his died when he was just a new born.
"Mother's? Their? I'm sorry but are you implying that I had multiple mothers?" Heimdall asked, which caused Odin to chuckle.
"No. I fucked nine bitches and one of them popped you out from the sea." Odin explained, much to the fear of Heimdall. "Anyway, when you were born I made a deal with your moms and I tweet your eyes."
"What was mom?" Heimdall asked.
"Some sea goddess, but her people died when Thor shocked the ocean so no need to concern yourself." His father explained, which again caused confusion to his son. "Basically, I made a deal with your mother's and their people. Give me a son and I will give you powers equal to a god and never have that son try and kill you. Then one day I woke up and thought...huh, that may have been a bad idea. So one day I sent Thor out on an errand."
"You killed an entire race because you fucked up on a deal after busting a nut?" Heimdall muttered under his breath.
"Didn't think any of them survived, but if that's the case, why not bring her here?" Odin asked his short-tempered child. He can see his son twitching upwards, exposing his gold-grinding teeth.
"You want me to what!? That woman has the ability to send me home without knowing it!" Heimdall shouted. "The shame I have felt in this week alone is enough to burn Asgard to the ground!"
"Just go ask Freya for a potion that makes up immune to the song." He tells his son, shooing him away with his left hand as his right picks up a red book. Doing as told, Heimdall rolled his eyes and made his way to his stepmother's garden. Once there, he is greeted by singing blue jays and wild hogs bathing in golden mud under the warm sun. Odin gave Freya a special spot on the mountain the slumbered on, a spot where the sun shined all day and the moon light rest at night. The area was covered in flowers and other herbs that was associated with Vanir culture. In the corner of the area near the ocean was Freya, she was tending to water pedals, not too far from her was her son Baldur. Who was feeding the animals while playfully fighting with the large cat beast. (I like to think Baldur and Freya's relationship was healthy before she cursed him.)
"Freya, a word?" Heimdall spoke, breaking the woman's concentration for a moment. She turns around and looks at the blonde male, walking over to her desk of books and bottles of random potions.
"Does Odin need something?" Freya asked the young god.
"No, actually I need something," Heimdall spoke, causing Freya to raise an eyebrow at the young god before nodding her head. "There is…some sort of sea witch that has the power to control me."
"A siren?" She asked. Heimdall was going to oppose, but the thought of his mother being a siren made his skin crawl him into silence.
"Something like that, yes." Heimdall lied. Freya picks up a vile of shimmering blue liquids and handed it to Heimdall.
"Sirens have the ability to control the minds of humans and gods by putting them in a trance. These trances can last for hours, sometimes even days. However, this potion numbs the ear's connection to the brain. So while you can hear their siren voice, you wont be put under a trance."
"Perfect." Heimdall said before taking the bottle and drinking the potion in one gulp. Freya gasp at his actions while Baldur just laughs in the background.
"What's so funny?" Heimdall growled.
"Nothing, you will see." Baldur says before leaving the room. Freya looks at the blonde god.
"You have 8 hours before drop into a deep sleep." Freya tells the young man in a calm voice.
"YOU NOW A WARNING!?" Heimdall practically screamed before running out of Freya's garden. Although he did run back and gave the horn to Baldur before sprinting back out of the garden. With the help of his father's crows, he made his way back to the village where he had delivered the heads. Making his way through the forest and back to the river bank where he found her just sitting there. Singing.
"You!" He shouted in anger, causing the young female to turn her head to look in his direction. Her cloak laid by her hips as she soaked her feet in the water. Standing up to her feet, Heimdall saw her for the first time without her cloak, and it was a sight to see. The very first thing he notice was oddly her waist line, it was toned but full and it went perfectly with her full but even out body. A white dress wrapped around her body from her chest to her knees, only being held up by golden chains.
"My, if you weren't an annoyance, I think you could give me a fun time." Heimdall chuckled as he slowly approaches her. Every step he took closer to her, she did not move, she just watched him. Her eyes gleaming straight into his. With every step he took, his mind wondered off to anger since he couldn't read her. She was a blank slate, and he hated blank slates. Once close, and I mean real close to her body that he was practically staring down at her. He raises his hand to reach towards her neck, only to stop when he felt a slight sting in that hand.
"How about you walk home like you did before." She tells him, her voice was oddly deep for her appearance. There was a sort of seductiveness to her words, even how she formed her lips created a lustful image in his head.
"And as you walk, why don't you step in shit again." She growled to him before turning around to continue her mediation. Only for him to grab her by the shoulder and yank her back to look at him, much to her shock.
"Let go!" She shouted, he could feel the vibrations of control trying to reach his brain but the potion was doing its job in keeping him out of her trance.
"I would love to kill you, but Odin actually wants to meet you," Heimdall tells her as he pulls at her, only to receive a slap on the face.
"Let. Me. Go." She growled, much to his delight.
"Feisty, I like it." He growled before grabbing her by the waist and then hoisting her up over his shoulder. She kicked and screamed but he ignored her before proceeding to walk back home, and if your wondering why he wasn't using Odin's crows, long story short he didn't want too. He was too ashamed at the fact he left his horn with his younger brother safe keeping alone. He rather not look more of a fool to his family. So as walked, his body begins to tremble, it began to shake. His head started to produce an unknown ringing sound that started to press pressure against his left eye. His other eye lost vision when he looked up to the sun as his legs grew weak. Soon, he fell over, with the water witch in his arms.
Keira: Its hard to be comical when it comes to Heimdall but I think I make it work. Thank you for reading these two chapters! Be safe, wash your hands and have a lovely day and an amazing holiday!