Darcy/Heimdall
Darcy was used to Bifrosting by now. The dizzying swirl of colors so brilliant that they didn’t even have names, the sucking, pulling, drowning feeling that left her feeling like she’d been sucked through a tube.
This was usually about as far as she got, the big open dome-room that was a little too chilly to really be comfortable. Well, for her. The large man standing in the center of the room never seemed to have any trouble with it.
He was watching her the way he always did, dark eyes seeming to see right into her very soul. She knew he saw everything- everything.
“Why do you suffer alone?” he asked, his voice like the rumble of thunder. It wasn’t the first time he’d asked.
She wiped the tear tracks from her face with the side of her hand. “I hold everyone together. If I fall apart…” She shrugged. “No one can see me fall apart.”
He held out his hand to her, one of the only parts of his that wasn’t covered in uncomfortable-looking armor, and when she took it, he gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “Someone always sees.”