Until Odin separates us | Heimdall

You are making serious accusations against Leah

Chapter Twelve

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- Of all the places in the nine worlds, why did you appear here? - Heimdall was annoyed as he watched the gold dust being blown by the wind when the portal that Leah had traversed disappeared. He looked at the woman, who was sitting on her mount this time not in a pretty dress like she always wore, as if she was afraid it would get ruined as she traveled. She was wearing brown pants and matching boots and a dark green shirt decorated with gold, the metal elements on the shoulders and in front of the shoulders of the woman's outfit shimmered beautifully in the harsh sun that illuminated the entire wall. His hands found a place on her hips as he looked at her with an appraising gaze

Leah only raised an eyebrow when she noticed Heimdall who is bedraggled with her skylights - The skylights conveyed to me that you wanted something from me - she began to speak barely keeping the giggle inside, her lips twisted in a smile - And I think I already understand why - She muttered getting down from her mount taking the reins in one hand

- It's good that you know how to use your brain, which you probably don't have anyway," sarcastically threw the Gjallahorn bearer without taking his eyes off the woman in front of her, "Now throw them off me," he complained, commanding as well as threatening with his finger. Skylights being, well, flames, however, gave some heat, they didn't evaporate, however, they were warm which caused Heimdall to have rosy cheeks due to the fact that his body temperature was increased by these small creatures, according to Leah he looked cute in these rosy cheeks even he couldn't hide it behind his beard because he didn't have one

He made sure to shave himself as the only one of Odin's sons to shave his beard and would take care not to have facial hair he associated it with neglect and he was neat and clean, besides to his eye he looks nicer and more handsome without a beard. As for the girls in love with him he could not complain however none of them were his type he considered them too stupid listening to their thoughts he thought he would vomit, the sinful thoughts that should be far buried in their minds were so loud he could not read a book he liked.

Leah quietly laughed, covering her mouth with her hands so that he would not see her smile, which she thought he did not want to see at the moment - Already. Just don't bite," she threw as sarcastically as he did as she approached him to wave her hand to chase away the skylights that clung to him like moths to light or bees to flowers depending on which comparison she preferred to hear in the woman's mind. The skylights flew away like frightened birds and she giggled again, Heimdall grunted and corrected his braids which he thought the skylights had ruffled - So much trouble just for that? You were free to shake them off - she raised an eyebrow tighter squeezing the reins she had in one hand and with her other hand she gently stroked her mount his black coat as usual was soft and shiny in the daylight

- Believe me I tried," he crossed his arms over his chest frowning his face, "But they kept coming back and splitting! - he became indignant like an annoyed child who didn't get his dream toy, Leah giggled again this time she couldn't hide it Heimdall's cheeks reddened from embarrassment and anger - Don't laugh! You're laughing at a god! - he indignantly threatened with his index finger as if he were a parent who was trying to rebuke his child

She giggled even more at his behavior and he crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow - Laugh, laugh and at night I'll kill you for it - he threatened turning his gaze to the side, Leah became serious at his threat although she knew that he would not do anything but she stopped laughing and her laughter from her veins evaporated as quickly as it appeared and was replaced by fear - Besides - he dragged his words humming quietly under his breath