Keira: warning, semi-dark and erotic scene in this story, but very well contained. However, if you have a history with knife play is a form of abuse, please skip the first part of the story. "What? You are not going to finish?"will be the sentence after all of it.

With that being said, enjoy the chapter and have a lovely day.

"How dare you." He growled at her, but that didn't stop her from pushing the blade closer to his skin. It was a strange feeling to him, one he was familiar with, but something that wasn't common to him.

"Get off the bed."

"No." He respond back to her, his response caused her to press a little bit harder to his kin. Piercing the soft flesh, red dots begin to stain his pillow, much to the blonde's anger. His hand reaches over and grabs her by the wrist, causing her hand to move the tip of the blade toward his neck. Pressing the long edge towards his the part of where his neck and shoulder connected.

"Your vile woman." He growled as he squeezes her wrist as she presses harder down on his skin. Her left eye twitches from the pain of his index nail pressing down on her veins, but that did not stop her from holding the blade in place.

"And you nothing more but a weak dog. You walk around high and mighty, be able to see everyone's thoughts and actions. But you were avoiding me, acting as if I didn't hide this dagger long ago. Waiting for you to fall asleep so that I could stab you right in the hole below your neck. I am curious, why did you put it back when the servants found it?"

Signe did ask a very valuable question. For the last two weeks, Heimdall did avoid her because he knew about the dagger. Sure, he could have moved it a lot time ago, but in reality he was hoping for something else.

"I never thought that at all." He tells her before moving himself. His body rises as the blade followers his movement. Signe watches as he pulls himself on top of her, placing his body between her legs as he leans close to her. The blade pressed harshly against his rough skin, slowly piecing the skin of a god.

"I was curious to see if you killed yourself." He tells her as he begins to pull and tug at the light layers of clothes that she had on with his one hand. "Slit your wrist, maybe stab your neck. But no. You never did, and why is that?"

"Why would I give you that sort of satisfaction?" She chuckled as her eyes moved down to glance at the god's movements. She knew what he was doing but didn't stop him. "Is being so close to death turning you on?"

"Maybe." He whispered as he leans down to her, his neck pressing against her blade willingly. Allowing the metal to pierce through his skin as his lips touch hers. His hand releases from her wrist, his tongue slithers past her lips as his free hand lifts one of her legs up, spreading her apart before the other leg soon followed. Pressing himself against her warmth, he separates from her lips, only a thin line of saliva that glistered in the room still connected them.

"Order me." He tells her, much to the female's surprise.

"What?"

"Order me to stop." He tells her before his hand reaches to her neck, gently squeezing the soft flesh beneath his hand. A sadistic smile grows on his face as his eye light up in the night. His body hardens as his blood grew warm in excitement. She could feel everything, she could feel the speed of his blood rushing through his fingers. But most importantly, she felt his manhood pressing against her flower. The tip pushed its way past her lips, slowly making its way into her moist folds.

"Tell me to go to sleep, you can do it. Or maybe order me to slice my own neck?" He chuckled, grabbing her wrist again, only to force the blade against his own neck. He squeezes her wrist tightly as a smile grows on his face. "Do it, order me. Order me to stop, because I won't."

"I know." She responded before placing the dagger to the side. "This night was going to happen one day, by you or the force of Odin."

"What are you doing?" He growled to her, its as if she actually hit an off switch in his head.

"I'm done fighting, just get it over with." She tells him before looking to the side to stare at the moon again. The young man's smile disappeared as he stared down at the female. Aggravated, he removes himself and lays down next to her, much to her surprise.

"What? You are not going to finish?" She asked.

"You ruined it." He growled back to her before turning around to face the wall.

"You were actually getting off at the thought of my blade slashing your throat?" She asked, he could hear the hint of concern in her voice. He then feels the bed shift, looking over his shoulder, he saw two blue glowing orbs staring at him. In annoyance, or rather curiosity, he turns himself around to look at her. Let it be known, he's still hard.

"I am a warrior, the thought of death is nothing more but a thought to me." He growled. "And secondly I am not one to take advantage of another. I am a god, I don't need to take pussy when it's offered to me from all over Asgard."

"Does that mean you will cheat on me one day?" The siren goddess asked with a smirk on her face. She lifts her body upper wards a bit before resting her head on her hand.

"I don't know, but the same question goes for you."

"I don't know either." She says before starting: "I don't want to fight anymore. I am really tired, I honestly just want bits of my old life back at this point."

"What was your old life like?" Heimdall asked, seeming to take an interest in her.

"I fished every day. I could make a net, but I liked just sitting by the ocean in a boat, just waiting for a nibble. I did it all the time my dad. I also liked climbing trees and drawing in caves. What hobbies do you like?"

Heimdall looked up to the ceiling for a bit. This was a rare moment when he started to think of something that interest him. It wasn't a hard question, it was just a question that was never asked.

"I liked to read." He tells her. "Books are one of the few things I can thoroughly enjoy. I can't see the endings in writing so I do enjoy a nice twist. There are some writers I met over the years, not all of them were good but not all of them were bad either."

"What's your favorite book?"

"The world is small." He tells her. "It's about a girl who lost her way back home after chasing a bird. She goes on all types of adventures and meets all different types of people and monsters. She fights a dragon-giant hybrid beast and even saved a kingdom from an evil sorcerer. She did all of that while making her way back home."

"Did she make it home?" She asked.

"Yes, but there was no home in the end. Her village was burned down. However, her father had left her a clue to tell her that he and her family was still alive and to come to find them. And so she set off to go find them." He explains as he continues to stare upwards, however, he did turn his head to look at her. "Did you meet my mother's?"

"I did." She says. "All nine of them. They were part of the same clan as my mother, however, I only have small memories of them. The massacre your brother caused happened when I was just a wee child."

"Yea." Heimdall muttered. The covers begin to shift, having Signe moves herself closer to him. So close that she laid her head onto his chest. He was warm to her, his chest felt soft and his heartbeat was soothing.

"Maybe it's a good thing we found one another." She tells him, much to his confusion. "You and I are technically the last our people."

"I don't know anything about my people."

"Neither do I."

"But you are right, we are the last…meaning…" Heimdall lets out a sigh as his right-hand reaches over to rub his eyes. "I will…stop being…an ass to you. Even though you were the one to kidnap me…I brought you here, there for it's my responsibility to make sure you are happy."

"Ha!" Signe laughed. "I am never going to be happy here! But, I am not entirely an asshole! So I will try to make the most of it."

"Fair enough to me, now go to sleep. I have errands to run in the morning." Heimdall growled, but Signe didn't seem to care as she closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep listening to his heartbeat. And for once in Heimdall's existence, he didn't feel unconformable. In fact, he went to sleep but moments later.

(The morning)

BANG BANG BANG BANG

"Oh, what fresh hell is this?" Heimdall growled as he hears his door being banged on. Opening his eyes, the first thing he saw was Signe drool on his chest, surprisingly she was still asleep, even with the loud banging. Sliding her off his chest and then cleaning off the saliva from his skin, he walks over to his door and opens it to see Sif.

"What do you want?" Heimdall growled to the fellow blonde god (I had just now realized that she and Heimdall are the only blonde Asier gods in the game of Ragnorak since Magni died).

"Your wife made my sons fight to the point that Magni nearly broke Modi's leg. I want to have a word with her." Sif growled as he was about to enter the bedroom, but Heimdall stopped her.

"Sif, my wife weighs the same amount as your hair. There is no physical way for her to fight BOTH of them." Heimdall started. "Secondly, your sons started it by dragging her into the mead hall, and then proceeded to ask her about our sex life. And finally, my wife is not a fighter, so yes, she used her magic to defend herself, as a warrior does. If anyone should be mad, it should be me at your sons' for underestimating her and asking about my sex life. Now, if I was you, I'd turn around and go talk to my sons and tell them to get over it. Especially for Modi, you know how he likes to play with the little one's when mad if you catch my drift."

"Your disgusting," Sif growled past her teeth.

"And your son needs help," Heimdall tells her as he closes his bedroom door. Once shut, He saw Signe leaning against the wall with a smile on her face.

"Aww, sticking up for me already?" She purred.

"Hardly, however, Sif annoys me greatly," Heimdall growled as Signe moves her body to the side before slipping out from underneath the covers and landing her feet straight onto the cold wooden floor.

"I want to go out today." She tells him, much to his confusion.

"Go outside then," Heimdall tells her, but she shakes her head while walking over to him. Once close, she grabbed his wrist and then begins to pull him towards the closet.

"Get dressed!" She shouted. "I want to go fishing, and I know you want to read. That is going to be our day."

"I cannot, I must be on standby for my father."

"Why, he can't call upon the other gaggles of morons he produced to do his bidding?" Signe asked. "I mean, where is Thor?"

"Trying to create more morons." Heimdall sighed in shame because he knew her words were right. "If you need me, I will be where I always am."

"On top of the highest peak of Asgard." She started. "Waiting for the day of Ragnorak so that you could blow the horn."

"Not even close." He muttered before leaving the area. After shutting the door close, Signe lay in her bed for a while before she heard a couple of whispers not too far from Heimdall's window. Peaking over the edge, she saw the two gaggle of jerks discussing plans under her window seal.

"Just wait a bit longer. Once Heimdall leaves, we march into her room and cut off all her hair." Magni tells his brother, in his hand was a large pair of rustic metal scissors. The two men were leaning against the wall of the building, much to Signe's dismay.

"What about Heimdall?"

"Eh, father said he's harmless if we talk to grandfather first. And old grandpa in a good mood today, so we will be in the clear. Plus, we took Freya's potion, so that bitches golden tongue not going to fuck with us this time."

"Oh shit," Signe muttered before rushing to the door. Heimdall was about to turn the corner before Signe had stopped him.

"Uh! Dearest husband!" She shouted from the room, much to the disgust of the blonde golden teeth god. He did not like that title, nor did he like hearing her say it. However the workers and scholars around heard her, much to his dismay.

"What do you want?" He growled back.

"Why don't I join you on your hill of work?" She tells him as she beckons him to return to their bedroom. The blonde male does as told and walks back to the room to wait on his partner. It didn't take long for Signe to dress in the Aesir clothes. Once done, she and Heimdall made their way to post. The highest point of Asgard, and the most beautiful spot.

"Ah!" Signe shouted as she jumps and dances around the large rock that also occupied the area. Heimdall rolled his eyes at her action till her foot hits the pile of books by the concrete ground.

"Stop," Heimdall growled, making the girl chuckle, but also see the mess she had made.

"Oh! Sorry!" She tells him before stacking the books she had just knocked over. "The air is so clean up here. I can smell the ocean! The sweet taste of salt is in the air."

"You are strange." He muttered.

"No, I am a siren goddess!" She shouted before twirling. "The sea calls to me! Unlike you."

"I can push you right off the edge," Heimdall tells her, but the young woman doesn't even flinch at the thought, instead, she just gives him a sly smirk.

"I bet you can, but you won't do it." She tells him before taking a seat at the edge. Pulling out a stick from her pocket, she pulls a string of her hair and then tied it at the end. The sticks the piece of wood at the edge as her thin string of hair floats down to the ground. Much to Heimdall's surprise.

"What sort of magic do you do?" Heimdall asked as he takes a seat next to her at the edge.

"My magic." She said. "Whatever I want, I get it."

"That's not how magic works."

"It does for me!" Signe chuckled. "I want my hair to be longer and stronger, now it is."

"Again, not how magic works."

"And how would you know that?" Signe asked, and for once in Heimdall's life, his mind began to think why that was. And the answer was a simple one, or rather the only one he accepted.

"Magic is a complicated skill that requires knowledge beyond one's youth to master. Those are the words the greatest magic user told me. That woman was Freya." Heimdall said.

"Bulder mother?" Signe asked, Heimdall nodded his head. "How old were you when Bulder was born?"

"I was…5 or 6 hundred years old. But in human lifespan, I was in my late boyhood years." Heimdall says. "I was there when Mimir proposed the idea of marriage to my father and Freya."

"Awkward," Signe says.

"Yes, especially since Thor married Sif around that time too." Heimdall groaned. "What are you trying to snag?"

"Whatever bites." She replied.

"And you just going to sit there, all day silently till you catch something?" Heimdall asked. The young woman moves her head in agreement. The blonde god was about to open his mouth to say something, however, curiosity shut him up. He wanted to see if she would actually do as promised, so he sat next to her and began to stare into the distance. And you would think that eventually after minutes they would stop, but no. Hours pass, and the sun moved from one side to above their heads, gleaming heat down onto the two, much to Signe dismay, she hated the heat.

"How's that fishing going along?" Heimdall asked as he stands to his feet, Signe on the other hand was pulling the string up. To Heimdall's surprise, a bucket was tied at the end of it. Looking into the bucket, they both gasp and gagged at the site of human shit and piss inside.

"ENJOY OUR PRESENT, AUNTY!?" Magni shouted. He and Modi were at the very bottom of the wall for some off reason.

"THAT'S FOR MAKING US FIGHT! YOU SHIT-COLORED CUNT!" Modi shouted back, not realizing that, not only did Signe throw the bucket over the edge. But also, Heimdall added a couple of heavy rocks to the collection. The waste of the two brothers fell on Magni, as the bucket smashed straight into Modi's head.

"YOU KNOW, FOR GODS THAT FOUGHT IN WARS FOR OVER A HUNDRED OF YEARS! YOU TWO SUCK AT REVENGE, AND I DON'T EVEN FIGHT! HOW LOW DOES YOUR BAR HAVE TO BE TO WIN?! ESPECIALLY YOU MODI! AT LEAST MAGNI GOT A HIT ON ME! YOUR STILL A WINNY LITTLE BITCH!" Signe shouted over the edge before walking over to the mover. Heimdall follows closely behind her, not wanting to engage in his nephew's stupidity.

Keira: Not my greatest, and I apologize! Its midterm week and I am just cramming stuff into my brain as much as possible. So my writing is a bit lacked right now, I will improve, but until then, I hope you all enjoy this chapter!