Lunch with Heimdall
You walked carefully along the rainbow bridge making sure to stay far from the edges. You found the sound of the rushing water soothing, but the thought of falling into the water sent chills down your spine. You don’t know why but you always hated water. You don’t know if that had to do with your fire powers or maybe just a trauma you buried in the dark recesses of your mind, either way, you made sure to stay far away from any large body of water. Why does this bridge have to be so gosh darn long? You begrudgingly picked up your pace, shifting the basket you were carrying in one hand to the other. I’m definitely going to be late. You finally could make out the entrance of the Bifrost catching the sight of a familiar-looking figure in the entryway.
“Heimdall!”
You broke into a jog, waving at him as you grew closer.
“You’re late.”
You came to a stop in front of him, your hand falling to your side.
“Am I really? I mean you could see me coming so you knew exactly when to meet me here. So if anything you’re early.”
You both stood staring at each other for a few moments before he broke into a grin and you began to laugh. Heimdall gestured with his arm and you followed him into the building.
“You hang around Loki too much, his sharp tongue is rubbing off on you.”
You gave a small laugh.
“Is it really that bad?”
Heimdall turned to you, eyebrow raised. Guess it is.
“Sorry I’ll try to control myself in the future.”
“Well, I wouldn’t mind if you gave him a taste of his own medicine.”
Heimdall’s ‘innocent’ suggestion made you laugh. Although he may have a serious face, he always had room to joke with you. Ever since you came to Asgard, Heimdall became like a father to you. He taught you the traditions and history of Asgard, he even gave you private sword fighting lessons. Whenever you weren’t with Frigga or Loki, you could be found with Heimdall.
“So what do we have today?”
Heimdall turned to you as he returned to his post. You took a seat on one of the steps leading up to the Bifrost sword. You placed the basket down pulling out some bread and cheese.
“Very nice. Maybe we should just eat them instead.”
You made a pouting face and Heimdall softly chuckled.
“Very well. Make the preparations.”
Your face lit up as you hurriedly stood up. Grabbing the cloth from the basket and placing it on the floor.
“Now, I would like to actually eat something today. Think we can make that happen?”
You smiled sheepishly before pulling a knife out of the basket.
“Ah, maybe.”
“Confidence is key.”
You inhaled sharply, straightening your posture.
“Yes.”
“Better.”
Heimdall grabbed a loaf of bread, breaking it in half.
“Concentrate, too much power it will burn, not enough the knife will get stuck.”
You nodded. Closing your eyes you focused on the hand holding the knife. You felt heat in your hand and focused it into the knife. You hard a soft cracking and opened your eyes. The knife was aflame. You focused on the flames keeping them just strong enough to cover the blade, nothing more. You looked up at Heimdall, before nodding.
“Very well.”
Heimdall threw the bread in the air over the cloth you laid out on the floor. Gotcha! You sliced the knife through the air, coming in contact with the bread. The knife cut cleanly through, causing two pieces of bread to fall to the floor.
“Your aim has improved. However…”
Heimdall looked to the floor and your gaze followed his. Shit! The pieces of bread were on fire and slowly turning black. You quickly stomped on what remained of the slices putting out the flames.
“In a battle to much power is not always a bad thing. However, if you do not learn to control your output, you will tire too quickly and be easy prey for your opponents.”
He’s right. If you couldn’t learn to control your flames you could end up doing more harm than good in battle. You looked up to him meeting his stern gaze.
“Again.”
“Very well.”
Heimdall threw the other half of the loaf in the air. You watched it fall in almost slow motion. Less power this time. You released some power from the blade just before making contact with the bread. The bread hit the floor before splitting in two. You looked down, the edges were crisp but the rest of the loaf was unharmed. You let out an excited gasp before looking up to Heimdall. He laid a hand on your shoulder.
“Well done.”
You couldn’t stop smiling.
“Looks like we actually get to eat today.”
Heimdall reached down picking up the two pieces of bread.
“Well, technically, we could eat the other pieces, there is nothing really wrong with them.”
Heimdall turned to you crossing his arms. You dropped your gaze to the burnt bread on the floor laughing sheepishly. Maybe you were spending too much time with Loki.