"All-Father, my head."
Heimdall growled as he tries to move, but gasp when he realized that he wasn't even on the ground. His feet were dangling and his hands were chained over his head onto the concreate wall. Looking down, he saw a weird language written below his feet. He tried to move his left hand to free himself but he couldn't, in fact his hand could barely move on its own.
"I guess the potion numbed your body a bit." The female spoke, causing him to look forward to see the sea witch.
"Let. Me. Go." He growled, in a similar manner to her not to long ago. To this, she leans forward a bit to say:
"I. Don't. Think. So." She tells him before a smirk emergences from her face. "Infact, I think I'll keep you here for a bit. Be nice to actually walk around town without having to look over my shoulders."
"Do you have any idea who I am!?"
"You're the god of foresight and blah, blah, blah. Yea, I know, were both from the ocean. Our people talk a lot about you before Odin order that fat piece of shit you call a brother to kill everyone." She explained.
"The you do realize I am the son of the All-Father? He will come looking for me eventually."
"Yea, I know. But until then, your stuck here in my little prison, little man." She chuckled at him.
"Fuck you." He growled back. The female make a fake gasp as she grips her chest.
"Oh, darling, don't you wish." She chuckled before leaving the room. And with that, Heimdall wasn't seen in Asgard for a total of three days. Yes, the spit fire god of insults was no where to be seen! And honestly…the gods were sort of relieved for a bit, well everyone but Odin. He was panicking a bit, so much so that he made Thor and Baldur look for their brother. Sadly to say, they both took their time looking for their brother. In fact, they enjoyed those days of silence, not being ridiculed by their over obnoxious brother. Well, for a bit, on the third day after they got drunk they realized they needed to find Heimdall because he's the only person that brings them home when they got too drunk. So on the third day, they started searching.
"Thor?" The white haired woman muttered at the older woman question.
"Yes Signe, I thought you knew. You know, since you live in that cave." The old woman says as she hands her some freshly baked bread. "You have so many coins today love. Business going smoothly?"
"You can say that." Signe chuckled as she grabs the wrapped items of food into her arms. She then walks out into the village. On her hip, Heimdall's coin purse that was heavy around her waist. She goes around the back of a building toward a brick wall. Tapping the wall, a door appears and then open for the girl. Walking inside, she immediately walking into the room for which Heimdall hanged. His body presses against the wall as his feet dangles. His eyes half opened and his body hot from the heat of the cave.
"I see my spell working well." Signe chuckled as the god lets out a low moan. "To become a human but in a close space, didn't think it worked, but oh boy it did! The god of foresight, never winning a battle? Oh, I can't wait to tell my story to the world, how I made a Norse god into my little sow."
"Your life…will be pain…I promise you." Heimdall growled, gritting his teeth as he tried to move, but lets out a scoff of pain.
"Will it? Or will I live a life of luxury?" She asked as she dangles his coin purse over her head. She then walks over to another rock and pulls a level down. The chains begin to move, setting Heimdall down to the ground. Once he was on the ground, he tried to stand up to meet the woman height only to fall down on his rear. His body was weak from the heat, and this spell she had cast onto him had made him weaker than that of a pony god. No, almost like a mortal man.
"I should let you die, I should lock you in this room. Let you starve to death as the liquids seep out of your pours…But, I am not an asshole! Well, fully." She chuckled before grabbing the bread and cheese sha had bought hand handing it onto his lap, much to the god's anger. He throws food back to her feet in anger, before trying to rise to his feet again. With the help of the wall, he was able to balance himself upwards a bit to stare daggers at the female. She just shrugged her shoulders at him.
"Be an asshole then." She tells him before turning her back to him to leave into another part of the cave. Once gone, Heimdall yet again falls to his knees. He lets out a low painful grown followed by a whimpering sound. His sides burned and his head stung of pain, it was a feeling he never felt before. Or rather, a feeling that was such a distant member, he couldn't remember the last time it had happened. The pain was hungry, and for a god that always had his stomach full, it was a rather unique and upset feeling towards him. Bitting the bottom of his lip, he crawls over to the food he had thrown early. Grabbing the bread first and bitting down on it. It was a low moment for the god, one he was glad his family didn't see.
Speaking about his family, his brothers returned home once against empty handed, much to Odin's dismay.
"How the fuck…can you not find Heimdall?" Odin asked his sons in a low but very stern voice. Once that sent shivers up both their spines.
"To be fair father…" Baldur started. "Your asking us to find the man that know's us the best. He would know a great hiding spot to avoid us."
"Thor, I'm too far to his your brother. Can you give the little shit a smack over the head for me?" Odin tells him eldest son. Doing as told, Thor smacks the back of Baldur's head, causing his youngest brother to fall to the ground hard.
"Thank you, now…" Odin continue. "Go back out there and find Heimdall! I already lost one of you, I'm not losing another! Its hard making you idiots and as well as it is to raise you! Bring him back, now!"
"Yes father." The both said before Odin teleported them out of his office. Sadly to say, the gods wouldn't find him till winter approached! The air was getting colder and Odin's patience was slowly depleting, while Heimdall's health was also depleting. He had become so weak and frail that the chains were no longer needed. Much to Signe's delight since she enjoyed seeing the god so weak, however she was all too much of a monster since she kept him warm in her cave. Once night, as she cooks food above the fire, Heimdall gathered the strength to ask:
"What do you want from me?" He growled as he held the fur blanket close to his body, even though it gave him warmth it wasn't enough.
"Just studying you." She replied.
"Studying?" He growled.
"Yes, I want to know if my magic works against the gods. And from what I can see, it does." She tells him before throwing a couple of baby potatoes into a large pot. She then turns around and looks at him with a smile on her face. "I have been paid by someone who wants their magic to be tested, a lot of gold too."
"Who paid you to do this sort of magic?" He asked, but she just shrugged her shoulders. Walking over to him, she gets to her knees and crawls into the small space in the blanket and snuggles next to him. Much to the males annoyance at first, but considering she was warm he didn't complain nor pushed, he just wrapped his cold arm around her waist and just let the full figured woman lean against him.
"Who paid you?" He asked.
"Doesn't matter, by tomorrow I'll be gone. And you will never see me again." She tells him as she leans her face into his neck. "And you'll be home with your family."
"I will find you and make you suffer." He growled to her, causing her to chuckle at his threats.
"No you wont, I'll be gone." She laughed. "It was nice having you here."
Heimdall growled something cruel under his breath but she ignored him as she snuggled closer, enjoying the warmth his body was producing. Oddly Heimdall was also enjoy himself but he didn't want to admit it. As the hours his strength began to leave him, causing him to fall in and out of the world as his eyes blink. With every blink, Signe seemed to be in a different spot in the room, she'd either be next to him, or tending the soup, or gone. What ever she was, he didn't care no longer, soon he feel into a deep sleep, much to the witches.
"Is he asleep?" A woman asked as she approaches the witch while staring intensely at the god.
"Dead asleep, but not dead." She tells the hooded woman before pulling out a small vile with glowing yellow magic inside. "All you gotta do is rub this against five point of circle in any area. It will create a protection barrier that keeps you invisible to the Gods, but also makes them weak when they enter into it. Although we are under water, so I don't know how well this work on land, but I am invisible to the gods."
"That's all I need." The woman spoke while placing the vile into a pocket. Once done, she turns around and gives the woman a crystal like gem attached to a thin chain. The female nods her head before bowing to her.
"Goodbye…be safe." Signe tells the woman.
"As to you young one, remember that we all play a role, even me." The woman tells her before leaving the cave. Within but a few seconds, she was gone. Once gone, Signe waste no times grabbing her things and shoving it into a bag as Heimdall slept. The female in the hood walked out the cave in haste, so much so that slips on the ground, smudging a hidden writing on the ground. Gathering to their feet, they rush straight towards the forest.
As Signe gathers her things, paying Heimdall no mind as the gods eyes slowly opens. Signe reaches to the coin purse but then drops it, much to her disspare. Getting to her knee's, she begins to pick up the coins she had dropped. Even though the bag was magical and produced coins everyday, Signe didn't want to leave an ounce of it near what she assumed, to be a dead god.
Since the hooded ruined her spell, its barrier that kept Heimdall weak immediately stopped working. Allowing the god to heal at an astounding rate. Once he blinked his eyes a couple of times, he began to feel like his normal self. And with his normal self, his old way…which was anger. As he rose to his feet, he begins to think of all the violent ways he was going to kill, for a few second before he got a better idea. Tip toeing towards her as she grabbed the last coin. Standing up to her feet, she turns around to check on the god. The next thing to happened was darkness, followed by a loud thumb.
"So you are of human." He growled before leaning over her. Her face lay to the side as her white locks over her closed eyes. Wrapping his fingers around her small neck, the man begins to squeeze, but just for a moment. Before pulling away, allowing her neck to rise a handprint mark begins to form around her neck. His hand then moves to her chest, examining the white markings of her body before slithering his fingers down to her stomach. He stared down at a jewel that was pierced into her skin under her belly button. Removing his hand, he stands up and begins to walk toward another part of the cave. He then returns with a large and thick length of rope.
Keira: Thank you for reading! I hoped you like the series so far. Be safe and happy holidays!