Frozen with surprise, Heimdall stood there, his eyes wide open and his hands helpless in the air while your lips pressed down on his.

Eyes narrowed, you held his face close, not allowing him to escape.

Not this time.

The faint sweet taste of apples covered his lips.

For some reason you liked it. So you opened your mouth gently and brushed the tip of your tongue across his lips to capture some of the taste.

That was exactly what made him wake up from his frozen state of mind.

All at once Heimdall pulled back, strong and full of will to free himself.

You allowed him to break the kiss, but did not let go of his face.

Breathing heavily, he met your gaze.

Pulsating pink met hopeful (E/C). It was as if they merged and stopped time.

This moment could have lasted for all eternity.

Or at least until someone came to shatter the beauty. Someone like the Allfather.

But even when Heimdall could take his eyes off you and looked around uncertainly you were still alone.

No one was coming.

And no one would come either.

This night was meant for the two of you.

A long, almost relieved breath left his lips. Hands reached for your shoulders.

"You...", he murmured, looking at you again. "I hate the way you take me by surprise."

You smiled apologetically at him.

"Forgive me.", you said, curling your lips to taste the lingering hint of his flavour on your tongue. "I won't do it again."

You released his face.

But he kept you from withdrawing from his proximity.

"Perhaps I'm not angry that you did it.", he said, audibly struggling not to get cocky. "Perhaps I wouldn't get angry either if you kissed me a second time."

A little surprised by his words, you looked at him.

He had no intention of messing with you. It was clear in his eyes how much he longed for more.

And you could feel it too.

This desire.

Heimdall was a man with a loud mouth and an attitude that was more than just unpleasant. But he knew it no other way. And yet, despite all the centuries and every flaw he had acquired, he still managed to find kind words for you.

In the end, all he needed was someone to teach him kindness.

"I- I would kiss you a third time as well.", you could feel how heat chased through your body and made your cheeks feel like they were on fire. "As many times as you want."

His lips moved.

He struggled to find an answer that wouldn't contain an insult.

But he failed miserably.

Instead, his hands rose to grab your face this time and pull you into a kiss.

It was not a gentle kiss, neither tender nor loving, but greedy through and through.

He craved your affection, the feel of lips on his without his mind driving him to the brink of madness.

He craved not to be alone.

How long had it been since he had felt the warmth of another?

Heimdall could hardly remember and that although he knew everything, at all times, whether past, present or future.

With greedy hardness he pressed his tongue between your lips to gain access to the warm inside of your mouth.

As if it were the only thing keeping him from going mad, he licked the inside of your cheek to absorb the sweet taste of you.

Saliva dripped from the corners of your mouth as you tried to make him slow down with a soft sound.

His fingernails dug into the back of your head. It was as if the claws of a predator were digging into your flesh, as if he refused to ever let go.

Only when the air burned like fire in your lungs and your hands squeezed his shoulders in a silent plea did he let go of you.

Gasping for air, you held on to him like a rock in the surf.

With curiosity in his eyes, he looked at you, overwhelmed by his affection. His hand slipped under your chin to force you, gently by his standards, to look at him.

It was as if he needed to see your every reaction in order to understand. There were so many emotions in his eyes, especially the interest of the unknown.

You could see curiosity in his eyes, the eagerness to discover something new.

Wordlessly, you licked the saliva from the corner of your mouth and swallowed hard.

His taste stuck to your skin.

His eyes narrowed.

"You will betray me.", he said as if it had only just dawned on him.

With your eyebrows drawn together, you shook your head.

"No.", you replied with a soft smile.

"You try to run from me."

"I won't. But a little gentler would be nice.", you put a hand on his. "My body is not of divine nature. Wounds do not heal quickly. Pain is more than just a joke."

An amused snort made him smirk broadly. The gold of his teeth lit up.

It was a bizarre sight yet something that suited him incredibly well. His teeth were just one more detail that added to his incredibly tidy and vain appearance.

With a grin and his eyes locked with yours, he closed the very last bit of distance between the two of you.

Now he was so close that the tip of his nose brushed against yours.

You held your breath.

His hand slid down your neck to sink firmly into your hair. His fingers scratched your scalp with the tips of the nails, leaving burning marks.

It felt like ice was digging into your skull.

A cold shiver ran down your spine.

A dark foreboding spread through you as to what would happen next.

In the end, Heimdall was an unpredictable man. He might get rougher, but he might insult you again or push you away.

You couldn't tell.

But one thing was clear.

He would not be gentle.