It's been a bit of a wait, but I finally figured out how to do this chapter. My biggest block was that I really wanted to avoid nailing my feet in place when it came to the past, present, and future: Heimdallr needed to converse with Dawn and ask a few questions to justify this little plot twist but I didn't want to use it to do world/timeline-building because that might interfere with future chapters of the story. So… I came up with this. Enjoy.
"In all the realms, there are few things capable of escaping my sight. Your arrival was one of them. Prince Loki's machinations were another. Given that his led to my temporary imprisonment and several jötunn entering Asgard, I believe my desire to question you is fully warranted."
"Well yeah. If I were you, I'd have had it with those motherfucking frost giants on my motherfu… you aren't talking about movies when you say that things don't escape your sight, are you?" Dawn peered up at Heimdallr and sighed as he gave the slightest shake of his head, turning her attention back to the majestic nebular gas clouds visible beyond the edge of the planetoid. "That joke kills where I come from."
Heimdallr let out a faint grunt at that. "Your people have poor taste in humor, then."
Scoffing, Dawn elbowed the far larger Æsir in the side… and then grimaced as white hot pain radiated outward from the joint, racing up and down her arm. Note to self: shift into diamond before whacking armored people in the future. "So, do you want to make with the questioning? Because while this is nice, I'm pretty sure that the view is a lot better in Valhalla. If you know what I'm talking about." Pausing, she turned and looked up at Heimdallr again uncertainly. "Do you know what I'm talking about?" One eyebrow rose at her question, disappearing up under his golden helm, and she groaned. "Chicks! I'm talking about chicks!"
"I foresee you and Charisse Patrickdóttir getting along splendidly." Oh hey, yeah, the Latina valkyrie. Dawn had some questions of her own to ask Charisse at some point. Like how the girl knew her… and Faith… and her sister. As the silence stretched on, Dawn turned to walk away from her decidedly sub-par interrogator, only to freeze as he drove the tip of his massive golden sword into the floor in front of her. "How did you come to be on Midgard? What are your intentions? And why should I not banish you into Ginnungagap along with the other Things That Should Not Be, Dawn Buffydóttir?"
Despite the quite obvious threat to her life that the string of questions included, Dawn found herself focusing on the last two words to emerge from the Æsir's mouth. The last one more than the next to last because, well, her name wasn't really that interesting. "Buffydóttir?"
"Who you are is not a question I need answered. Therefore I did not ask it."
Oh. Well then. Up until now, Dawn had largely been floating on the high of her powers since she'd arrived in this strange new world. In this reality, she wasn't powerless. Far from it. She could shift into a nigh invincible form, and would someday be able to affect the world around her with the power of her mind. While there were some who could threaten her and back up their bark with bite - Wanda and Agent Romanova, to name two - they were exceptions rather than the rule.
Now, though, Dawn stood before another… and he was to her as she was to her old self. Heimdallr could probably take her down with one hand behind his back and the other busy picking his nose. Therefore this was a situation - and person - that she should probably take seriously, Dawn decided. That meant serious, informative answers rather than pointing out that she was there because he'd had her kidnapped by valkyries, or quips like 'do any of us really know why we're here?'. "I'm here because I made a wish in front of a vengeance demon, and she sent me to this universe as part of fulfilling it. Um, my intentions are… are…" Trailing off, Dawn shrugged helplessly. "Have fun? Annoy my new siblings? Be my own best friend? Maybe some…" She racked her brain, trying to remember the term that Olaf the Troll had used. "Merry sport?"
Heimdallr let out a low, rumbling chuckle at that as he removed his sword from her path. "For that last answer alone, I should return you and yours to Midgard. Fandral the Dashing would likely become unbearable if he had to compete with yet another woman for the attention of the valkyries."
"Two other women, actually. Faith's not just a rainbow on the outside… and that's another cultural reference that probably went shooting over your head and off down the Bifröst. Although… one other woman, now that I think about it. I mean, assuming Faith is into your valkyries. Me? I mean, I think they're cute and all, but I'd save the flirting for someone not quite as likely to leave me in a hip cast after some snoo-snoo. Which probably means leaving all of you alone, but definitely means staying away from the warrior women with biceps the size of my thighs." Dawn shook her head before nodding in the direction of the glowing bridge that connected the Bifröst dome with the city proper. "So, is that it? Because either someone's sent my welcome committee or someone else wants to talk to you or… something."
The 'or something' option seemed far more likely, given that the approaching group consisted of a laughing blonde in a green dress who giggled as she skipped along, repeatedly dodging the other two women's attempts to grab her. One of her pursuers, almost too conveniently, was Charisse Kennedy-slash-Patrickdóttir. The other was a more Brynhildr-esque - aka tall, muscular, and hot as hell - brunette wearing the same outfit as Kennedy, although hers featured a purple corset rather than a blue one. Dawn found herself preferring the newcomer's version… and how well the brunette filled it.
After all, just because the valkyries were probably lethal in the sack to mere mortals like her didn't mean they weren't hot as all hell.
Even as Heimdallr waved to dismiss her, he offered Dawn a piece of advice. "The flow of time is not consistent between all realms. You may enjoy a brief respite here in Asgard and still return to meet your family on the same day you left Midgard. But be warned that if you choose to try and sate your desires in Asgard, you must be careful who you turn your attentions to. There are those among us who are very much aware of the power that pleasures of the flesh can give them over others. Amora is one of them, and she has twisted far stronger beings than you to her whims."
Amora, huh? Now she had a name to go with the face, and it was kinda pretty. Idly, she wondered what the etymology was; it fit the naming pattern of this realm's residents about as well as 'Kennedy' and Dawn herself did. Maybe she was an immigrant from one of the other seven realms, or perhaps one or more of the other pantheons of mythology existed and she was of their stock? Dawn crossed her arms over her chest, pouting as the blonde drew closer and she got a good look at who she was being warned off of. "I dunno, I might risk it. Because she's really pretty. And if you think about it, it wouldn't really make sense for her to waste her time trying to twist a lowly little mutant like me…"
"I have a bad feeling about this."
"…did you just quote Star Wars
"I'm an Æsir, not a philistine."