Until Odin separates us | Heimdall

If this was a competition

Lea stood in front of the tree of faith watching the flickering lights individual lights go out along with the faith of a child who was plagued by nightmares or fighting a terrible monster from under the bed or closet. Her pale skin almost all white reflected the golden light while her golden eyes studied every detail of the tree of faith trying hard to think of something that would make her win against the darkness.

She gently ran her hand over the Midgard replica as another light went out

- You can't do anything with your thoughts - A voice behind him spoke up, Heimdall crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned against the door frame watching the guardian - Come on, I'll admit it's interesting to see and hear the reels working in that stupid mind - He mocked with his familiar grin

- Heimdall - Murmured Leah turning towards the god not expecting that he is right behind her and watching her - How long have you been watching me? - She asked wrinkling her eyebrows folding her hands in front of her

Heimdall shrugged his shoulders pretending to count - Well long enough for me to see that instead of fighting the darkness you are thinking about it - He replied dispassionately pushing away from the wall to enter the depths of Leah's room without even asking her if she could or not, His bifrost eyes rested on the tree of belief - Since you are thinking so intensely - He grumbled - Then maybe you've thought of something - He smacked his tongue as his gaze rested on Leah gauntly, his head still turned to the golden light.

Leah looked at the god with boredom, but also with a slight embarrassment not even how much time she had spent in front of the replica of the world tree pondering, but even hours of staring at the lights made her head go blank - So you have nothing - Heimdall muttered

The woman sent him a bored look as he read her mind again - You read my mind and you said you didn't do it - The guardian argued, but the god of foresight only shrugged his shoulders in disapproval - You are too slow to answer - The son of Odin stated matter-of-factly, squinting his pink eyes

- I didn't think of anything like that - replied Lea answering his previous question gathering her thoughts to answer sensibly although Heimdall could already know what she was going to say by the fact that she reads minds so why did she make an effort to speak, maybe it was out of politeness or whatever - I've strengthened the skylight patrols and doubled the number of skylights - stated the ranger thoughtfully playing with a small strand of hair

Heimdall looked at the woman next to him with curiosity as she spoke - But that's not all you came up with right? - He murmured almost spitting out the words as he looked at the guardian - Because it seems not much of a ratio what Pitch Black is doing - Heimdall added raising his eyebrow again looking at the belief tree where the lights were disappearing this time from Svartalheim

Leah did not answer only pressed her lips into a thin line - There is something that - The guardian did not finish what she wanted to say however her eyes widened with determination with a hint of mischief, when Heimdall began to look at her slightly he turned pale

- I don't like that look, but I should like it - He whispered more to himself than to the woman next to him, Leah only smiled mischievously however her gaze was distant - Your thoughts look like a storm - He mocked the god unable to decipher what Lea was thinking, but she only giggled

- I could go on an expedition and fight the darkness myself - She said aloud however she was not speaking to the god next to her on the contrary she was speaking to herself as she looked at the tree of beliefs - Today Midgard tomorrow I will visit the dwarves - She calculated planning

Heimdall didn't say anything he listened to her plan at the same time analyzing it in his head, it sounded so simple at the same time so difficult - I hope you have plenty of time at night - The satisfied ranger smiled mockingly as she looked appraisingly at the god of prediction