"Is she dead?" Odin asked his son as the blonde rolled his eyes at his father. It has been…in our time, two weeks in their time. So far, nothing has happened since the wedding, in fact, Signe hasn't left Heimdall's room since they wed. And no, it is not because of anything nice…a matter of fact, she has just been laying on his bed, staring out of the window into the blue sky. Frankly, Heimdall was enjoying the quiet, he didn't mind that she barely moved nor did he care. However, when Odin heard of this from a servant that was complaining about a stench coming from his room, Odin was mad.

"No, father. I wanted to, but someone told me to marry her instead." Heimdall growled. "She refuses to move, she just stared up into the sky and drinks all day. She normally passed out when I come into the room."

"Well…fuck her!"

"She won't let me."

"Your strong, I'm sure you can hold her down."

"The fuck is wrong with you?" Heimdall growled. "Question, were we all conceived through consent?"

"Yes, because all my wife were happy to be with me," Odin shouted, Heimdall looks over to Freya. Who at the moment was also in Odin's office looking over some maps. However, when Odin said some foolishness, she could not help but to give him a side-eye look.

"Heimdall. I need you two to get things rolling, alright."

"I don't force myself onto people father. I have higher respect for myself than that." Heimdall growled before leaving. The thought of fighting a woman to have sex made his stomach twist into a stone-cold knot. Once out of his office, Odin looks over to his wife.

"Help me!" He shouted to her.

"I have nothing to say about this." She responded.

"Freya, please. You must help me, the lad is…you know!" Odin says. The goddess lets out a sigh before looking up back at him.

"There is nothing I can do that will make that girl get out of bed. You might as well accept the fact that this marriage might have been a mistake." She tells him. Just as Odin was about to say something snarky to her, a young woman enters his office.

"All-Father!" She spoke, making both gods looks at her. "The dwarves you brought in, their on strike right now and refuse to continue to build the launchers."

"Oh my god, why can't they just do as they're told!?"

"Because you are not paying them." Freya chuckled. Odin turns back to the servant to say:

"Get Signe and give her a bath, she and I are going on a trip."

The old man ordered. It didn't take long for a bunch of female servants to grab Signe and wash her from head to toe. While she was being washed, Heimdall's sheets were being removed and replaced by fresh ones as Signe was having her hair pulled and straighten, much to her dismay. Soon the maids braided her hair and forced her into Asir garbs. She would then be escorted to Odin's office, looking clean and smelling of flowers and milk.

"Ah! If it isn't my new daughter, how are you?" Odin asked as Freya nods her head.

"I wanna sleep." She growled at the man, but he ignored her words.

"Say, why don't we all go take a visit to Svartalfheim?"

"The land of the dwarfs, why?" Signe asked.

"I need you and Heimdall to run an errand for me. See, I task a certain group of workers to finish a machine I asked for repair. And they decided that the money I gave them wasn't enough and they want more." Odin explained. "So I need you two to straighten them out."

"I'm not killing anyone," Signe tells the old god, but just on cue, she was reminded that Odin wasn't the one she needed to worry about.

"Oh don't worry Darling. You'll have me for that." Heimdall tells her. "Shall we go, I don't want to keep the tiny people waiting."

"Have you seen your height?" Signe asked her husband before following him into a group of crows. The two were teleported to the land of the dwarfs, sadly though they were a few bits away from their target.

"I swear he does this on purpose." Heimdall thought to himself before walking to the location. Signe follows behind him.

"Does your dad always do this, order everyone around to do stupid errands?"

"If he thinks we're not doing anything, yes," Heimdall responds. "After Thor got married and gained a few pounds, my father made it very clear to have us go out at least once or twice a week."

"Sucks. What are the dwarfs doing that's so valuable?" Signe asked, and Heimdall shrugs his shoulders.

"My father has 100 projects every day. It is hard to keep up with them all." He tells her. "Although if my guess is right, this errand is to prove that you are valuable to us."

"Oh great." She muttered as the two begin to approach their destination. As a guessed, it was in the middle of nowhere and there were a bunch of dwarfs near a tall drill like a machine. There were many dwarfs there, and all of them had a tent set up, the area was full of rustic parts and broken machines of other parts. And what stood out the most was the foul smell of gas, oil, and blood in the area, much to Heimdall's dismay.

"I heard you maggots want higher pay," Heimdall asked one of the dwarfs. All eyes turned to the two gods, most of them looked angry, and the others looked scared and nervous.

"That's right!" A bearded dwarf shouted. "We deserve more money! This drill ain easy to operate, and the constant monster we ave to fight here is aggravating." (Some parts are missed spelled because I am writing an accent)

"Monsters? What monsters? I see none here." Heimdall growled. "All I see are a bunch of lairs who don't realize that they're all replaceable. But tell me mister Ainko, did you really think you could lie to me?"

"Well the fact that he tried it, shows that he did," Signe responded, getting a chuckle out of a couple of them.

"Your opinion is not needed right now," Heimdall growled to his wife before looking back at the dwarfs. "And you were all hand-picked by the great All-Father! How dare you disregard his honor by delaying what he wants!"

"The way you talk sounds like you want to fuck your own father." Signe chuckled, much to Heimdall's annoyance since more Dwarfs were laughing.

"It doesn't matter, you all are replaceable." Heimdall chuckled before unsheathing his sword. A grind crawled on his face as his eyes began to scan the area, seeing every decision that was about to be made before they could even think about it. As his blood begins to boil and his hands grip the handle of his blade, Signe jumps in front of him. Her hair flash over his face before she opened her mouth:

"WORK!"

Her voice was so loud that Heimdall couldn't even hear it, but he felt something pushing against him. His body felt weak as the ground beneath him vibrates to the point his foot moved without him even moving a muscle. Signe's eyes were bright yellow and her nails had turned black, but what was really a fearful sight was the dwarfs. They dropped their weapons and turned around. Walking calmly as they picked up their tools and continue to build the machine as though nothing happened.

"I want to go home," Signe muttered to herself as her head remained to the ground, her white locks covering her eyes from the bright sun. Her nails reverted back to their clear-colored appearance.

"What the fuck was that?" He asked. "I have never seen you do that before."

"That's cause you were under my control when I did it."

"I thought you couldn't control multiple people?"

"I couldn't control multiple GODS, not people." She explained. "Besides, they'll work till the drill is done, we can go home now."

"Ugh, you take the fun out of things." Heimdall before whistling for Odin's crows to return them to Asgard. Once back in Odin's office, Signe immediately walks out of the room, much to Odin's dismay.

"You've been gone for an hour, its already fixed?" Odin asked, a bit shocked.

"She commanded them to work and they did." Heimdall says in shock from what he just saw and experienced himself. In fact, he was still shaken up from what he had experienced. His worried expression was quite noticeable to his father.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Heimdall spoke before leaving the office. Head to his bedroom, he saw that Signe had already stripped down her Aesir clothes and dawned back her white silks. She soon crawls back into bed, her body face the direction of the window. Letting out a sigh, Heimdall stared at her for a few minutes before looking to the side.

"I have no idea why your sad."

"I'm married to you." She responded. "Like if I had a choice I would have gone with Baldur, at least I could be a Vanir Goddess instead of an Aesir."

"You know I just about had it with your snarking attitude! Act as though you didn't have a hand in this!" He growls before slamming his bedroom door so hard that everyone in the mess hall heard it. In fact he slammed it so hard the ceiling decoration shook a bit. One of the servants looked to another and whispered:

"Someone get a god." She whispered before all the servants ran in search of another god.

"You are here for one thing and one thing alone and so far you haven't even done that," Heimdall growled.

"Last time I checked I'm an errand girl. Errand girls don't fuck the help." She responded. Heimdall was about to scream out some sort of insult, but he came up with a better idea. One he thinks will sure get to her feet.

"Do you want to leave?" Heimdall asked her, and as though a spirit of hope washed over her, she looks over her shoulder at him.

"What?"

"Do you want to leave" Heimdall started as he walks over towards the bed. "I can help you leave and go wherever you like because surely you don't care to be here. Am I wrong?"

"No." She responded.

"So stand up and leave, you know where the back door is." Heimdall tells her, encouraging her in a way that she felt a lift of energy pushing her off the bed.

"What about Odin?" She asked.

"I'll distract Odin. Since its night time, his Crows are probably resting. You can just walk normally through the back door, and if the guards are there, tell them I sent you out on an errand." Heimdall explains. "Now that you part of our family, they wouldn't question it as much. Or you can use your gift, whichever or."

The blonde tells her before opening the door to his room and then closing it shut. After a few minutes of silence, the young woman threw the blanket off her body and clothed herself in Aesir armor before walking out of the room herself. She didn't see Heimdall when she left, so she proceeded to continue on her walk to the outside where most of the servants and gods were around. Once outside, she makes her way to the other side of the court area, her eyes beaming towards the gates when all of a sudden, a large hand grabs her by the arm. Looking up, she saw a tall blonde male with horrid cruciate teeth and a foul smell.

"I haven't seen you since the wedding!" Her, technically nephew, spoke as he pulls her close. "Come, Aunty! Have a drink with us! In celebration of your first mission."

"I rather not Magni." She tells him, but she is pulled in further when Modi appeared behind her. The two gods pushed her into the Aesir famous drunken hall, where everyone of all kinds, dead or alive, sat to drink and eat till their bellies were full and their minds have gone.

Once inside, the two brothers order drinks and meat while forcefully sitting Signe in between them. The scent alone from both of them made her want to puke, but that was the last thing on her mind.

"So, why haven't you fucked yet?" Modi asked the woman. In a moment of some would call…uncomfortable feeling. Signe slithered herself to beneath the table and then crawled over to the other side so that she was no longer in between the two. Rather she was sitting in front of them.

"Are all of you just straightforward in your questions?" She asked a bit annoyed.

"Were gods, no need to be suttle." Magni chuckled. "But back to my brother's question. When are you going to fuck uncle Heimdall? Isn't that why you were brought here?"

"I was brought here because of my gifts of controlling. That's all." Signe growled as she looks at the waiter than had brought food and meed.

"Well for controlling, you are not doing a great job at it." Modi chuckled. "If I had the ability to control anyone I wanted, I'd be swimming in young wetness."

"Well, that shows what's on your mind and how you would use your gifts." Signe chuckled as she tried to stand up, but was stopped when Modi slammed his cup to the table.

"Your quite rude for someone given this honor."

"What honor? Forced marriage isn't as great as you think? Then again you are men so…" Signe waves her hand. "Besides, it is not my job to do anything but to eat, shit, and sleep."

"And escape," Magni asked, much to Signe shock. "I saw how you were walking, scanning the area and making sure no one saw you. You think you can go out the back way?"

"I was going to give it a try," Signe responded in a calm manner, but deeply she was panicking. In fact, she began to drink the mead as her mind begins to race with thoughts of escaping.

"You insignificant cunt." Modi growled. "You are just like all the women in the world, all you do is take and take and take but you never once want to give anything back."

"The fuck is he talking about?" Signe asked Magni.

"Oi! Don't look at him, look at me!" Modi growled to the woman. "You are all the same, we give you everything and you just take and take! Your lure men to you, using your body, and then you cut us off and pretend that you didn't do it after getting everything!"

"I see you need pussy more than Heimdall." Signe chuckled, however, that wasn't a good response to the already upset god. Standing to his feet, he raised his hand and slapped the cup out of her hands, much to the young woman's annoyance.

"You ain't leaven!" Modi growled. "By death or breathing, you aint ever leavin' here! Fucking acting high and mighty as if you have any power!"

"Hit yourself." She replied to him. In a second, Modi's fist raised up and sucker punched himself out of his seat just as Bulder was entering the area.

"Oh my father, what happened?" Bulder asked his nephew as the large rugged god looked upset at the silver-haired female. Blood was dripping from his nose and he was bleeding heavily.

"That wasn't called for," Modi growled, to which Signe replied.

"Do it again." She said, this caused him to them punch himself again, only this time in the crotch area.

"No," Bulder says as his eyes widen at the sight before walking out of the room. Bulder did not need the ability of foresight to know where this was going. Especially when it came to his nephew because there stood Magni angry and all.

"No one gets to hit my brother but me." The large man growled.

"To be fair, he hit himself." Signe chuckled, a second later the large god rammed his thumb knuckle straight to her forehead with a spark of lightning at the end. Causing Signe to fall over her seat, in fact, she fell down hard her boots came off in the process. One boot went flying towards a man that was enjoying his meal when her boot landed right on his plate. Turning around, he saw a man behind with one boot on, quick to anger, the man threw the boot back at the innocent one boot man, not realizing that was a mistake.

(Heimdall in Odin's office)

"The answer is no," Odin growled.

"She doesn't want to be with me father, and I nor to her," Heimdall growled. "At least when you married Freya, she didn't give you any headaches."

"You are not getting headaches, you are not getting a divorce, and you certainly are not killing her. End of discussion Heimdall." Odin growled. "I just don't understand why you can't just try and get along with one another. I thought the mission would bring you two together, but my word, you keep coming back complaining."

"Because I don't want to be married! I don't want to be in love! I don't want any of it!" Heimdall shouted at the top of his lungs in frustration. After a few minutes, he lets out a sigh. "I don't want to be married father. I was fine as I was."

"Heimdall… you are pulling my leg here. I just can't-FATHER!"

Bulder shouted as he walked into his father's office in haste. The two gods looked over to him as the half-naked man opens his mouth to say:

"Magno and Modi are destroying the Mead Hall trying to kill Signe."

"And you left her?" Heimdall question.

"I thought you wanted her dead?" Bulder retord, much to their father's dismay.

"Can one of you stop them from destroying that place? The amount of magic it takes to clean it up alone is too much." He orders his sons. Heimdall growled before running towards the Mead Hall to find out a hopefully not dead Signe. Heimdall didn't want her dead…well, at least not in the hands of someone else. He and Bulder made their way to the building, and once inside, were surprised to see both Magni and Modi both drunk and on the ground, multiple dead…dead ones, and Signe on the chandelier singing while swaying back and forth as though she was on a swing.

"I was gone for 30 minutes," Bulder muttered as Heimdall stepped over his cousins to get to the stairs. Once on the second floor, he runs to the railing to shout:

"Get down!" He shouted at his wife, who was holding a bottle of mead.

"But I am having so much fun!" Signe shouted. "Oh my All-Father, you should have seen those two! That giant lard of fat tried to choke me! And that stinky fuck trying to kill me with his lightning punch."

"Signe, get down," Heimdall ordered her before heading to the first floor himself. Signe leans back on the chandelier a while longer as she hums. Much to Heimdall's annoyance because he didn't want Thor here. That's someone you can't protect no one from.

"But I am having fun already! Come back when I need to be lectured on the bases of being an asshole." Signe tells him before leaning back to the point her upper body was dangling over her nephews. The bottle in her hand slips from her fingers and falls directly onto Magni's head, making the large oath groan in pain before raising his hand to shoot out a bolt of lightning into the sky. In fact, that bolt of lightning was brighter than Heimdall and Bulder expected. It wasn't long till the two began to sense the powerful presence of their older brother slowly coming.

"Do you also sense death on its way?" Bulder asked, much to Heimdall's fear.

"SIGNE GET DOWN HERE NOW!" Heimdall shouted at the top of his lungs, so loudly that Modi woke up thinking his father had come in. Bulder was shocked at the volume his older brother could reach. Signe side-eyed him for a second before releasing her legs, her body falling without hesitation. Luckily her husband was quick and caught her before she could hit the ground. Now being carried bridal style in his arms, she rests her head on his shoulder and lets out a low giggle.

"Aww, you can be so charming." She chuckled. "Now take me to bed!"

"I should throw you over the wall." He whispered.

"You can do that too." She chuckled as she leans back in his arms. In his mind, he saw himself just dropping her deadweight of a body to the ground and walking away. But oddly enough something inside him was telling him not to do that and to just take her back to his room. Letting out a sigh, he begins to carry the white-haired female back to his room, and honestly, it was the longest walk he had ever experienced. It could have also been because he was looking over his shoulder for Thor or Sif, or at worse, BOTH. Heimdall is strong, but he's not going to take on the god of thunder strong. Not only did he carry his wife from one place to another, but he didn't even try to hide it. People stared, whispering at the sight of the mean god carrying this woman. Some were surprised, others laughed, while just a few thoughtful words of kindness. However, all of it was annoying to Heimdall. Once in his bedroom, he threw her onto the feather-filled mattress and threw the comforter on her.

"I'm not going to leave here, am I?" She asked.

"Well if you have done as told…"

"No, your nephews saw me." She replied. "There is always going to be someone watching me. Isn't there?"

"I assume, especially after that fight that just happened," Heimdall growled as he locks his bedroom door and drew a circle on it. A protection shield from his oldest brother because he knew Thor would come after her after hurting his sons. "How did you defeat those two anyway?"

"I made them fight one another during the brawl." She says.

"How did you end up on the chandelier?" Heimdall asked.

"I jumped." She replied before crawling under the thick warm blanket of the bed. She turns her body to the window as she always did and stared up at the moon as Heimdall lets out a low sigh.

"Right." She responded before letting out a chuckle. "Your nephews are such annoying pricks. Especially Modi, that guy gives me a bad feeling."

"You and me both, he enjoys watching the kids over the wall," Heimdall says as he shivers. "He watches them a little bit much for my taste."

"The fuck is wrong with him?"

"He has problems for which I cannot speak on since Sif made me sore on my life. If I was you though, I would avoid him entirely." Heimdall tells her as he begins to strip away his armor and clothes, much to the white-haired female surprise. He places the royal threads onto a chair nearby while placing his sword on the nightstand. Leaving him in only his undergarments (I am too lazy to look up what they wore, so imagine boxers). Walking around his room, he blew out all of the candles in his room to create a pitch darkness that was only brightened by the moon shining into the room by the few windows in the area. Once done, he climbs onto his bed and laid beside her. His body relaxed under the warmth of the blanket for a bit before opening his eyes to see two bright blue eyes staring straight at him.

"Can you please stop staring?"

"Who gave you permission to sleep with me?" She growled to him. In frustration, the blonde god turns his body around to face her, only to have daggers tip pressing against his chin…

Keira: So the next chapter will be a sex scene...a very dark sex scene that involves knives and BDSM. So if you have any problems with that, please just skip down to the next bold text. I am warning you now in this chapter because I don't want anyone to feel unconformable. With that being said, thank you for reading!