Twisted Hearts

Loyalty - part 2 (Brynhild) (warning, smut)

~Author's note: this chapter is dedicated to an explicit, graphic sex scene between our two leads. This is my first time writing a chapter like this and I have no idea how it's going to go over, especially with Wattpad's content guidelines. To cover my ass on this one, I just want to make clear that in my mind, both characters are at the equivalent of being in their early 20s despite being immortal creatures. Everyone is consenting. There is no violence, although there is some possessiveness and mention of some pain. The point of this chapter was to write a joyful coming together of two characters as they fully step into their relationship. If that hasn't been achieved, let me know. ~

(Brynhild)

Heimdall's room was as clean and expensively decorated as the rest of his home. There was a window on one side where moonlight shimmered in, a large bed at the opposite wall, with a wardrobe, desk, and book shelf to fill out the rest of the space. I had just enough time to take all this in before I heard the door close behind me and felt Heimdall's strong arms embrace me from behind.

I turned my head toward him and leaned back into his embrace. We were just the right heights to nicely fit in with the curve of each others' body. He kissed me oh so tenderly behind my ear and worked his way down my neck with gentle kisses. I bit my lip in anticipation and pleasure. It felt good to have him touch me like this. His hands moved up my breasts and over my shoulders to the back of my dress. He continued to kiss me up and down my neck as he slowly undid the long line of lacing that held my dress together and smoothly let my dress drop to the floor. I shivered as the cold air hit my exposed body, my heart beginning to race and my torso tightening. I could hear Heimdall breathing heavily in my ear, his hands resting gently on my shoulders.

I could sense his hesitation. I turned to face him, wrapping my arms around his torso, looking up at his glowing purple eyes.

"Is everything alright?" I asked.

He furrowed his eyebrows and pursed his lips, as if trying to hold back a wave of emotions. "I don't..." his breathing was ragged. "I don't want to disappoint you."

That seemed impossible to me in that moment. So I moved my hands to gently stroke his face and hair, waiting for him to explain further.

"I...I," it seemed like he was nearly to the point of tears.

"Heimdall, it's alright, just tell me what you're thinking right now. Unlike you, I cannot read minds." I gently teased.

He stared at me a moment, frozen in place before slowly continuing. "I am a god. There are certain expectations that come with that, especially given the behaviors of my idiot family members. But... this is hard for me. The world is so loud, all the time. I'm... I'm not very experienced with this. And I care about you. I don't know if I can stand to know what you think of me, if I can't be everything you want me to be." The tone of his voice was all over the place, coursing with emotions. He had never opened up like this to me before. I thought back to Odin and how I had seen him treat Heimdall. How Odin had described him as a loyal servant, rather than a son. Every person I had watched Heimdall interact with had acted scared or disgusted by him. The reports behind his back weren't much better. I drew his body closer to mine and moved his head to rest in the crook of my neck.

"Heimdall, listen to me. I'm not very experienced at this sort of thing either, but we can figure it out, together. I haven't really thought about my expectations. I just want to be close to you. I like being close to you. It brings me a lot of joy and pleasure. You don't have to be perfect all the time around me. I..." I stopped as the thought occurred to me. But after I had considered the thought for a few seconds I realized it was true. " I love you."