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The morning sun rose over the Asgard, painting the city in beautiful golden colors. And near the heart of the Asgard's city, where you share roof with no other than the golden god. Whom you admire and love so much, that it honestly hurts to feel it all in the way it floods your heart and soul. As right now, you feel like your uterus about to exit your body by stabbing out of you instead.
The gentle sun rays peak through thin curtains as you lay on bare, but warm chest. Heimdall's firm hand on your waist still there since last night — refusing to let you go. Possessive even in sleep, a smile rising to your face at the thought of it before sharp pain shoots through your lower abdomen making you groan softly. Oh hel. That's… one way to start my morning.
You felt his hand tightening in acknowledgment before releasing and starting to trace your waist in circles. As to help you soothe whatever is bothering you. His hands usually does magic on me, but the cycle clearly doesn't care. He sensed your growing discomfort you're not voicing out yourself. "What's wrong?" His morning voice is hoarser and deeper than his voice usually is. Truly music to your ears, even in your current state.
Before you could answer him, you had to stop yourself to gather composure as nausea coming in a small wave. Oh my gods, not nausea — who did I offend to earn this punishment? Shiver goes down your spine as nausea passes you. He notices — he always does, without a word he pulls quilt higher to cover your shoulders. "I think. My cycle has started" a defeat paints your voice, already tired even when the day just begun.
He hums in answer. His hand never faltering of comforting you, rubbing your back up and down. "Are you hungry?" his thoughtfulness making your heart feel fuller, nearly bringing you to tears. There it goes my emotional regulation, "I'm not sure. Maybe fruits?" You could hear him scoff at your breakfast choice — his tone holds no disdain, just amusement even in your — more fragile state.
However in his brilliant colored eyes — you're never fragile to him. You're fighting battles you never asked, and do it without much of complain — wished you would though. So he had even better excuse to pamper you, as if he isn't already doing it so.
By the time you lifted your head up to look at him — he was already staring at you. Never did a thought crossed your mind that someone will ever look at you like you're most beautiful and strongest person he has ever seen. I don't think I will get used to it. As your eyes continue to do the talking — no words are needed when your souls already speak the same language. I don't think I want to — so this feeling will stay forever.
He sighed softly before cupping one side of your face and bring you closer to him. Planting a gentle kiss on your cheek following up with another kiss on your forehead — for a moment, his love for you puts an invisible wall between you and the pain. Even if it won't last for long — it's a remedy you won't trade for anything else.
His calloused, but ever so gentle hand remains on your face, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb. "Do you need to go put on a cloth?" For good moment you have forgotten about your cycle, his love has not right to be this addicting — an addiction you will do nothing about to cure it. "Yeah… Don't want to risk our sheets to stain." He raises an eyebrow at your subtle worry, "sheets can always be replaced and washed. Let's worry about you now love."
You could feel as his words go straight to your heart — the deepest part of your being. As vision gets blurry due to tears that you have no control over anymore. He is so sweet, oh the stars above — thank you. Lowering your head back to his chest to hide your tears. He says nothing, lets his hand rubs your back in comfort — not fazed by the changes of your emotions. It's part of you and he loves all of you just the same.
Remaining like this for few moments, gathering your, now, fragile composure. "You're so gentle, did you know that?" your muffled voice break through the silence while remained nestled in his chest. Even if you couldn't see him, you knew he had his eyebrow raised at your comment. "You're wrong. I'm not, just more gentle… To you."
You head rose up. "Isn't it the same thing?" Heimdall tilted his head slightly as the corner of his mouth rising in a smile from amusement as he stared at your tear stained face. His hand once again finds its way back to cradle your face — never far away. Gently wipes away the last remaining tears "I don't think they would agree with you, love." As the warmth of his hand seeps into your skin, couldn't help but frown.
"Why does it matter what they think?" You never let anyone dictate your life with their opinions, but now these feelings nearly boil over with anger, all for him. Heimdall noticed the swift change of your emotions, "it doesn't — how about we go eat, and get some of your fruits to gnaw on" changes the topic before your emotions have a chance to spill over.
As he rose up with you firmly in his arms, never once letting you go. You would think he would merge with you if he had the chance with how much he likes being close to you. I wouldn't mind, the closer — the better. Your anger subdued with his ability of distracting you quickly, but not dismissively. As both of you stood up, to get ready for new day— you put your hands high up to stretch your still slumbering joints.
The tunic you wear for bed, which is his. Is very noticeably looks larger on you — like a dress with his scent coat in. Even during stretch your eyes never leave him out of sight as you watch him dress up — more simpler than his usual. There is something alluring to watching him do mundane things. Letting your hands fall to your side as you grab a brush — I think it's his calm expression that makes it very hard not to stare…
And yet, so many people think he is — heartless. It's simply not true, not entirely, he can be cruel with his words — yes, that you can't deny. I used to be on the receiving end after all… But he is more than this, he was always more than the mold he was told to shape himself into to be.
As your thoughts making you get lost into them deeper and your hand continue to brush your hair all the sleep tangles. The sharp pain once again returned, but now it's worse by making you bend slightly over and clutch your stomach as if you got stabbed. Heimdall's head snapped to your direction as he finished putting his clothes on. In blink of an eye he was right beside you, holding into your waist to support.
"Are you okay?" His eyebrows frowned as he tried to hide his concern to remain composed even when it was leaking out like spilled ink through paper. "Yeah… yeah." You straighten out while taking deep breaths before letting longer one out. "I'm going to… put on something so I won't leak out everywhere…" His hand still firmly planted into your waist and arm "want me to take you there?"
Ever so thoughtful of your discomfort, knowing you don't want to be treated like a fragile doll — as he can't help the need to help you in every way he can. "It's okay, I can go by myself." You tried to reassurance him with a smile he loves to see. Reluctantly he let's go of you all while searching for signs of pain in your face "Alright… I will be in the kitchen then. Don't take long, food won't taste good without you there."
You titled head at him, he can be so adorable when he tries to hide his concern. "I will be quick as a wind" leaving the bedroom together — his hand brushed pass yours as you two parted your ways in the hallway. I hate cycles, I hate these goddamn cycles… But I love being pampered by him even more. As you put in protective cloth in — couldn't help but sigh as love sick puppy. He is so sweet, how did I got so lucky?
Already missing him even if you're just rooms away from each other. You quickly finished it and nearly ran to where he is waiting for you. Heimdall had his back turned, cooking breakfast for both of you. sliced fruits in a bowl already placed on the table that had many great memories of your countless mornings together. Next to it were cups of teas you both favored.
He took care of it all so fast. He is getting better at this. Smile creep up on you as you sit down, planting your elbows on the table and letting your chin rest on your palm as you watch him cook. Even if you had little to no appetite and dull pain staying in your lower abdomen, his cooking is very comforting — the only thing your stomach can take it seems as well.
As he finished up and turned around with two plates "I know you said you have no appetite. Try to take a bite, I will finish what you won't" Heimdall places your plate first in front you, simple breakfast — something you can stomach. As he sat next to you, watching you through the corner of his eyes — making sure you take care of yourself during the cycles which he knows it drains you up quickly.
With peaceful silence gently settling between you like a flower pedals. By now he would've left for his duties, why hasn't he? You could see as the sun rose higher over the horizon through the window. "Hey, aren't you going to head out soon?" Heimdall took a sip of his tea as his eyes glanced at yours "I won't go out anywhere today, not with you like this."
Answered like his duties weren't most important thing in the world just few months ago. "Are you sure? I can take care of myself, you know?" Lie. You could, but you really wish for him to stay, as everything becomes more bearable just with him near by. However the guilt in you stops you from admitting this — he has to things to do, he can't just stay here all day because of you.
Heimdall lowered his cup down and his gaze unwavering — he could sense the conflict within you, he sighed softly before reaching out to take your hand in his — steadying you in place from your inner turmoil. "They wont fall apart without me for one day." His voice is firm, reassuring you as many times as he has to "And — if they need me that badly. They will come to me themselves."
Rubbing in soothing circles on the top of your hand with his thumb as a smile appears on his fair skin — making him somehow glow even more. "Now. Stop worrying and let me take care of you, my dear." You didn't say anything, didn't need to as he already saw everything in your glossed eyes. Once again over came with emotions.
Leaning against him, letting your head rest on his shoulder as he continued to drink his remaining tea all while his hand remained in yours. Once he set his mind on something, he ensure to get it — and today, he is determined to take care of you. A small smile appears on your face as his warmth spreads into your heart.