Keira: I have to admit, it's really hard to write Heimdall because he's such a jerk and he can see everything. At the same time, its fun writing him with Signe because she's just as witty and mean as him. Anyway, thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy this chapter!

"Y'er hair is so matted down and tied up! I have never seen anything like it." The house maiden said as she yanks and pulls the knots out of Signe's hair. The young goddess growled as two other maidens applied jewels and face paint on her face.

"I don't wash it much." She growled as the maiden pulled down on a knot with a force that made Signe hiss. The maiden apologized before two gods entered the room. It was Odin and Baldur. The three maidens bowed to the gods before leaving Signe alone in the room with the two men. Looking over her shoulder, she saw the two gods and sigh.

"What now? Came to brief me on my forced wifely duties?" She asked.

"Oh, no! Not yet anyway." Odin spoke as he turns her chair around, causing her to look at the two gods. "However, I do want to see something."

"What?" She asked.

"Can you give me a bit of a demonstration of this gift of yours? You can use Bulder here if you want, but if you use me, he will punch you." Odin asked. Without hesitation, Signe looked over to Bulder and spoke:

"Why don't you pick up that dagger over there, then push just an inch of the tip into your chest, and then slowly pull the blade against your skin from side to side, until I see a smile on your chest," Signe orders the god. Bulder stared for a few seconds before doing as told. Grabbing the blade from the table, he presses the blade upon his skin. Not once flinching as the metal rips into his skin. Odin watches in amazement at his son's actions. Not once trying to stop him as the young god continues to slice his skin. Finally the young man was able to do as told, cutting in a large smile onto his chest while hold his knife. Blood drips to the ground as his body begins to shake. Soon, after he blinks, he looks to the blade and then down to the ground in horror at his own action.

"Father?" Bulder asked before dropping the blade in horror at what he had done. He then lets out a low hissing sound before forcing his body to heal from the wound. "How…"

"Ah, so you can control gods." Odin chuckled. "Nice little display."

"Why thank you." She tells him before Bulder approaches the two with a chair in his hands. Placing it near Odin, the old god took a seat in front of the woman.

"Alright, let us have a chat." Odin started. "I know you don't like the gods, even though you are one. I also notice that you are not fully god either. I smell a bit of human on you, so I looked into it. Or rather, had a friend looked into your past and found out something very interesting."

"Hm?" Signe asked.

"You're the daughter of a sea farmer named Völsung. Actually, you were founded by a sea farmer and his wife one day and taken in by a lovely couple. You were raised in Midgard in a small little village that barely was attacked. You have three brothers and eight sisters, your mother is a seamstress and you had a very good upbringing. From what I found out, you have a lot of nieces and nephews as well!"

"So what? Yours gonna send Thor to kill my family. Burn my entire village to the ground?" Signe asked. "My family are warriors, they will end up here."

"I know that. But what if they weren't?" Odin asked her, causing her to raise an eyebrow. "A lot of people pray to me. You know, to find a new home or land or what have you. And sometimes, I would go to them and give them a little push in the right direction of their path to make things easier. What if I gave someone the wrong push to your village."

"Pardon?"

"By tomorrow, Imma ask a favor of my wife. It can either be one of two options. Push the waves to the south, or to the North. Either way, it doesn't matter to you since you don't care." Odin says before standing up. "However, I wouldn't be able to sleep at night…that I killed the only people that took me in."

And with that, the old man and his son left the woman alone in the room. Odin then orders the maidens to go back to preparing Signe for the wedding before heading over to his second and third son. Bulder followed close, his mind wondering for a second before asking:

"You aren't really going to do that?"

"Do what?" Odin asked, knowing full well what his son meant.

"Send a flood to a village," Bulder asked, causing Odin to let out a chuckle.

"Ah! No! I would never!" Odin said before stopping in front of Heimdall's bedroom door. "I would send a boatload of hungry, thirsty, honored, blood-crazed Vikings over there though."

The old god chuckled before opening the door, leaving his youngest there in horror at the thought of his fathers actions. Inside Heimdall's room, All his brothers and nephews were there drinking and laughing. Well, all but Heimdall. The blonde male was staring at his cup of mead in anger while sloughing over the edge of the table.

"Aw, uncle sad that he hitches, huh?" Magni chuckled before nudging his young-looking uncle. The next thing, in a flash, the demi-god found himself being pinned to the table, his face pressing down on the wood beneath him as Heimdall gritted his teeth.

"WHY CAN'T I SEE HER!?"

Heimdall shouted before letting his nephew go. Once the Demi-god stood up, Heimdall grabbed the edge of the table and threw it across the long area room. Surprisingly he didn't break it. Everyone stared in shock for a few minutes before Thor lets out a sigh.

"What are you mad about now?" The large god asked.

"I can't see her! Are you deaf as well as fat!?" Heimdall shouted at his brother. "There is something wrong here, she shouldn't even exist!"

"I know," Odin responded. "But, somehow she survived."

"Then why don't we kill her?" Heimdall growled.

"Question, didn't you want to make her your whore a few hours ago?" Bulder asked his older brother.

"A whore and a wife are two different things! Besides, this marriage won't work anyway. I can't see her and she gets on my nerves."

"Perfect for each other, trust me, I know!" He says. "Plus, her powers are too valuable to just let go and kill off. Think of the places she can do to the people that don't listen."

"We can do the same."

"But less bloody and violent," Odin responded. "Sometimes, it is best to just have a simpler way around things. And she is perfect."

"Then back to my original question. Why do I have to marry her? You sound fascinated, you take her hand."

"Freya would kill me," Odin tells him. "Besides, you need a wife. You're getting a bit weird."

"Pardon?" Heimdall growled while gritting his teeth and twitching his left eye. "What do you mean by weird?"

"I…don't…Bulder, can you help me?" The old god said as his youngest walks forward to respond.

"You are angry, all the time. Even when you drink, and even when you sleep. I have seen your face scrunch up like a wet folded-up napkin just by seeing happy people." Bulder explained in a low and calm voice. In fact, the way he was explaining it felt like he was coping with his mother's behavior. "Your miserable and we all think you need to fall in love. Plus, dad wants more grandkids, Try is dead, and my mom said I have to marry a Venir woman."

"Make Sif pop out another one." Heimdall growled. A second later he felt the light above him disappear, and so did the warmth that came with it.

"Look into my eyes."

"No thank you." Heimdall muttered before leaving the room. His head was down on the ground the entire time, not once looking up to look at his father or brothers. Making his way to another room, he found himself in the presence of Freya once again. She was gently tying the vines of flowers around a pillar to create a more elegant and majestic look for the fast wedding.

"Freya." He started, startling the woman. "When you married my father, were you happy? I'm not going to use my gift, I want an honest answer from you."

"No." She responded, what surprised Heimdall is that she didn't hesitate nor think of the answer, she had one right on hand.

"So do you think this marriage is acceptable for me and Signe?" Heimdall asked again. This time, Freya stop to think about his question. In a few passing seconds, she turns around to him to say:

"We all must do things in order to maintain peace for all." She tells him. He didn't understand not a word she just told him, in fact, he was annoyed by the answer. "We all know Odin does…certain things to get what he wants. This Signe girl will help him with those things in a less violent way."

"So you approve of this marriage because it will lead to less violence?"

"I do. Unlike you, Aesir. We, Vanir, believed that if war and battle was one of many options. It always be our last option. Unlike you. We do not see the need in countless wars and countless deaths. And of your marriage to this woman leads to less deaths and wars, then marry her." Freya tells him. "You can stop pretending to not be using your foresight anymore. I know you can't turn it off."

"No, but I can look at other people to not see your problems." He growled to her before turning around to leave, but stops when Signe enters the area. Her white locks were now brushed and clean from the mud. Now braided upwards into a similar hairstyle as her soon-to-be husband. Her white silk now shining against the candlelight but her body was still half-exposed.

She is beautiful.

"Oh look, if it isn't the upset rustic golden coin."

"Not your best," Heimdall growled back.

"You try thinking of something after two mad-men pull at your hair." She growled as she scratches the top of her head, rubbing the tips of her nails against the roots of her hair.

"Why are you still half-clothed?" Heimdall asked the female.

"I had armor and heavy clothes. Makes my skin melt." She tells him. Just as he was about to say something, his father enters the room with the rest of the crowd. By crowed, I mean his family and what you can assume to be friends and other high-ranking officers. Odin was very happy at the sight of them talking.

"I can already see the fire in the sky." Odin chuckled before placing a hand on his son's back. Leaning over to the blonde, he whispers. "Be nice."

"I'm always nice."

"Yea, not grouchy nice. I mean nice-nice."

"Pulling my leg on this one father, but fine." He growled to dad before following him to the alter with Signe behind them. Everyone sat down as Odin began this ceremony that was going to change BOTH of their lives, especially Signe's. When it was over, two servants brought over two coins. The servants hand Heimdall the coins before he gave them to Signe. She would then hand them over to Odin, which in turn was her paying Odin for Heimdall's hand in marriage.

"You may kiss your wife," Odin spoke, which caused both of them to give him a confused look.

"Signe." Odin chuckled.

"I am not that kind of person." She responded before bowing her head and then just left. SHE LEFT! She walked out of the ceremony before everyone else. It was embarrassing, especially to her now husband. Heimdall waste, not a second following after her, straight into the mess hall that had been decorated to celebrate their union. Once there, Signe grabbed a bottle of meed and started to drink it from the bottle.

"What are you doing?" Heimdall asked the female. Popping the bottle tip from her lips, she passed the glass container to the blonde. Taking the bottle from her, he watches her take a seat at the table and began grabbing food to munch on.

"What are you doing?" He asked again, only this time more sternly.

"Eating." She responded while slumping her body closer into the chair. "I don't want to fight, I just want to eat."

"Fine," Heimdall responded, for once the God did not want to talk or fight. Instead, he took a seat next to her and started eating himself, ignoring the fact that there were a bunch of guests outside of the mess hall, waiting to come in and celebrate. No, the two just sat at the table and ate their food before eventually finishing their plates. Once Signe had opened a second bottle, Odin had entered the room to see what the wait was. To his surprise, they weren't trying to kill each other, but rather sitting in silence and eating. At first, he was about to shout at Signe's behavior, saying it was very rude and inappropriate. But then he remembered the marriage between Freya and him. How the first few years together were nothing but distance and silence. Eventually, Freya began to open up to him, but he is hoping for it to happen the other way.

"What are they doing?" Freya asked him. The old god looked over his shoulder to his wife, who was staring at the now-married couple.

"Getting along I would hope," Odin tells her. "Remember when we got married? What did I do to make you like me?"

"You left my people alone." She says before walking away from him.