Until Odin separates us | Heimdall

Tension

CHAPTER NINE

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- Why don't you want to eat carrots? "It's healthy and good," Heimdall was indignant as he measured the firefly Leah had left with him, whether consciously or not, he probably didn't even know that the firefly was actually in the hands of the god of prediction who was trying to guess what the lost fireflies were eating.

He's been whining him for an hour about being hungry, and now he's disgusting the carrots of that healthy orange vegetable. Heimdall snarled quietly under his nose – Ok good no carrot, what? – he was even more outraged sitting on top of the wall lonely only a skylight accompanied him

Those blue eyes staring at him, and the echo of words that mixed with a childish accent and a different language, made Heimdall not know what the firefly was saying to him, but seemed to understand each other.

- Oh no, no, no, no – he repeated quickly on one breath as the skylight flew to the apple and tried to pick it up – This is my food – He snatched the apple from the light grip of the skylight – This is mine, yours is the carrot – Heimdall's pink eyes were at war with the blue eyes of the skylight

Who's gonna let go first? Heimdall never lets go. It's his apple, and he's not going to share it with a little skylight. But looking at those blue eyes he saw how the skylight makes puppy eyes, and if so

No.

Heimdall didn't.

He scolded himself – oh on Norny – cursed under his nose pulled out a small knife cut a piece of apple and gave it to the skylight who gladly accepted a gift from the god of foresight and began to eat his snack merry gently shining brighter

- You're happy now, aren't you? – he smiled under his nose, eating his snack in the form of an apple put his hand under his chin and gently raised his head so that the juice from the fruit did not run down his chin and then stuck everywhere, that was the only minus of these delicious apples, Heimdall's pink eyes rested again on the skylights quietly sighing looked at the sky.

- You'll have to find something you like - he muttered to himself looking again at the small ball of light next to him which ate the apple with small bits, a sigh fell from the mouth of the god of foresight when he looked at the landscape in front of him which he had seen a million times

He didn't understand what to admire here.

And yet he wanted to see those delightful dreamy golden eyes again and see the wind blowing her cheeks and her hair

Okay. Heimdall. Control what are you thinking?

You're only thinking about yourself. Why are you thinking about that sentry? She's weaker than you, unworthy of your thoughts, and yet she cured Gulltopr the moment I ran out of ideas and it was just a stupid stomachache. He couldn't deny that the guard was beautiful.

Long elf ears, which probably heard better than all the gods, added charm and solemnity to her plump cheeks, which he now wanted to squeeze with mockery and from how charmingly plump they were, lips slightly cherry but often cracked from the bite of the lips, golden eyes that glowed beautifully in the sun and hair that once was short but now grew back when she grew

She used to have shoulder hair and often tied it with various bands so that it wouldn't bother her or get into her eyes. He remembered her wearing a dark green headband with pretty daisies, he liked it, and now he's got hair now he doesn't wear headbands anymore, he just clamps his hair into fancy braids like his French braids or other braids he didn't even know what to call them.