#her monster husband worked very hard to reveal himself in a gentle manner while they were dating

[petite-sami]

What was that noise? 😟🐸 In a world where monsters and cryptids exist, it was only a matter of time before a young Briar came across one in the woods. It was such a terrifying moment, she was sure it was her imagination spurred on by all the tall tales and ghost stories told by the campfire.

#oc #ranger briar dumont #monster #digital art #digital illustration #digital artist #illustration #briar is like 10 years old at most here #cryptid #scary monster #scary forest #monsters in the dark #horror #suspense #it does not escape me that she is terrified of many things monsters included but then she marries one #her monster husband worked very hard to reveal himself in a gentle manner while they were dating #definitely have to illustrate that moment between them at some point #petite's art

[tarithenurse]

I see you - Ch. 4

Ch. 4 – Ramble On

Word count: 1437 Warnings: angst, tiny bit of fighting, more angst? A/N: I’m having a hard time getting to write atm due to assignments at internship and something called real life (family, birthdays, etc.). I hope it won’t be as long before the next chapter, but honestly I cannot promise anything.

The benefit of seeing across time and space is that the viewer can see what is happening without any delay whatsoever. He or she can, if truly powerful and the Old Gods are willing, even slow down the passing of time. This is not to say that they can stop it or that they can continuously tamper with the flow – a river can only be held back for a short while until the leaking dam gives way under the pressure of the restrained water. In this aspect, time works similar. Scientists of the young world known as Midgard do not know this yet. They cannot with their lack of knowledge and simple technology. Asgardians, however, have millennia of wisdom and scientific prowess to fuel their understanding of the multiverses.

As Heimdal sees the green colossus collide with the Chitauri Leviathan, he knows it will crush anything in it’s fall. Furthermore, he knows he has no choice but to break the vow he has sworn to the All-Father. The monster has already reached a vertical position when the Keeper of Bifrost springs into action, scanning the pavement for any sign of the woman.

He sees her too late, the shadow of the beast stretching far beyond where she stands, the figure frail and tiny in comparison as tons of dead alien bears down on her. She’s not running away, but rather further under it.

“All-Fathers,” the words gush from him as he reaches for the sword, “grant me the time to save a life of one who’s worthy.”

Slowing to a steady dripple, like honey from a spoon, time seems to disengage its grip on Heimdal. Slotting the two-hander into Bifrost’s mechanism, he feels the humming from the engines powering up until he releases the bridge to surge towards the destination. The bright, fragmented lights hurtle across the vast distance between the two realms. Too slow, too late. Already the dam is breaking from the pressure of the restrained time. Sweat is forming in his palms, making the hands slip slightly despite the iron-grip on the cross guard. A desert has been run through his throat, removing any moisture there used to be. Faster, he spurs Bifrost on as the woman’s body disappears from view. The man she was near tumbles free of the Chitauri creature. She pushed him. The tail of the Leviathan creates an oddly soft sound on impact with her, but it’s drowned for most in the howling of the winds that carry the bridge. Bright light bathes where she stood less than a second ago, and Heimdal has to use all of his skill to bend the light, forcing it to reach her where she lies beneath the monster before reversing the direction of the passage from Asgard.

It takes much too long before the passengers arrive in the observatory and he can shut off the connection. What can be seen at first is only the tip of the tail belonging to the beast, and Heimdal has to push and heave to lift it free from the broken body beneath. Shoving it unceremoniously over the edge and into the abyss, he fears which state the human is in when he turns. Creating a link to lady Frigga, Heimdal shares his observations, begging for the healers’ assistance to save her. Still alive. Barely, though. Her breathing is rapid and shallow, blood trickles from mouth and nose with each rattling gasp for air, and already a pallor is setting in with an accent of yellow.

“Hold on, observer.” It’s nothing more than a whisper in her ear. “I will not let you pass without seeing the wonders of the multiverses.”

…

Heimdal had had to stay behind in the observatory, keeping his post as the Guard of Asgard and Keeper of the Bifrost, and to witness the events that unfolded in the Midgardian city where his former prince sought to kill and conquer. And although the tales would be many and grand, depicting the heroism of Thor and the Midgardian heroes…the distant watcher found it challenging to focus mentally on the events in the distant realm. His mind was on the foreign woman fighting for her life even under the care of the best healers and Frigga herself. As soon as he could, Heimdal promised himself, he would find someone to take his place in the observatory for the rest of the day.

…

The darkness comes and goes, but each time it lifts to reveal a fuzzy world it also brings pain with it, making you cry and even whimper or groan silently even though it takes your breath away.

Voices talk gibberish around you, until as soft hand strokes tears away from your cheeks. “Don’t be afraid, dear,” the owner (a woman) says, “we’re here to help you.”

Then a warm wave of numbness washes over you, making your eyelids too heavy. The painkiller together with the gentle woman calms you, chases the rumble of a panic away, allowing the few thoughts you can identify to fool you that you’ll be okay. Someone’s taking care of things. No one seems to be fighting. Everything’s alright. You welcome the sleep without any questions.

At some point, you’re vaguely aware of being moved, but the drowsiness alienates your mind from what’s happening, and you drift back into a dreamless sleep.

…

It’s a rare sight to see Heimdal running along Bifrost and through the capital of Asgard. Because of his magic, he has no need to hurry because any important message is passed to him from great distances or he can relay any news he has by sharing his senses with the intended recipient. As a result, physical exertion is only needed for training or combat. Yet there he is, feet pounding on the stone slaps with the golden mortar in between, causing those he rush by to stop and stare after him.

“Has something happened to prince Thor?”

“What could cause Heimdal to look that worried?”

“Is there trouble at the palace?”

The whispered comments don’t go unnoticed by the running Bridge-Keeper, however he neither has the time to explain nor the interest in people knowing of the situation. Getting to the Midgardian’s side is first priority, still the woman’s presence will not be condoned by the king and Heimdal knows she will be cast out without delay if Odin finds out by accident. The news must come from Heimdal himself or lady Frigga.

Ignoring the guards at the gates, the amber-eyed god barges through, his steps slowed to a brisk pace but his heartrate still as rapid as before. Keen ears work hard to pick up any chatter about the outlander as he climbs stairs and hurries through long halls and bringing him to more stairs. Nothing. Since moving her from the healing beds, there’s been very little talk about her which of course can be explained by the strict order Frigga has given the healers and anyone else involved…but Heimdal fears the worst even as he comes to a skidding halt by the door leading to the chamber. Two hearts beating. The handmaiden positioned outside looks disapprovingly at him, but lets him in.

The man barely acknowledges the queen even as she stands from the chair by the bed. The only thing he has eyes for is the frail and greyed figure in the bed. Even as she lies peacefully, he can see the many bandages and the discoloration of her skin and there’s hardly any movement when she breathes with a wheezing sound that makes the small hairs on his body stand on end.

“We have done what we can, Heimdal,” Frigga’s gentleness brings him out of the stupor, “she’s strong, your Midgardian.”

Swallowing hard, the Bridge-Keeper attempts to bring his own voice under control. “She’s not mine.”

The sly smile that Loki had adopted at a young age plays on the queen’s lips. She’s wise, often capable of understanding the people much better than her husband, although she would never presume to claim this herself. Counselling and diplomacy are among her talents, and she uses them in subtle manners, often leaving the counterpart with the impression that they themselves came with the suggestion or realization.

“I will do my best to keep her presence secret and, if the news should spread, to convince the All-Father to wait with sending her away until she has recovered.”

“Will she…?” The fear that the foreign woman might not survive is prominent.

A soft hand pats him gently on the lower arm. “Only time will tell. The healers have done all they can for now.”

#I see you #mcu fanfiction #heimdal x reader #heimdal #i see you ch.4 #marvel #the avengers #mcu #fanfiction #fanfic #frigga #queen frigga #asgard #leviathan