You did not know how late it was as you awoke from your slumber for the very first time. Your body felt sore from the night before, yet the memories were but very pleasant.

Only thinking about what had happened made your cheeks burn with heat once more. Your body grew restless as it remembered that there was a chance to have a taste once more.

Your eyes fell onto Tyr, who lay wrapped in slumber, beneath you. One of his arms was wrapped around you while the other was tugged under his head.

His breath was steady and calm.

With a soft smile you leaned forward to breathe a kiss to the tip of nose. He moved, pulled a face, but did not awake.

The sun was already high up in the sky, bright blue, with puffy clouds passing by every now and then.

Even though it was late, you decided to let Tyr rest. It did not occur often that he slept longer than you, so it seemed he was in need of rest.

One last time you breathed a kiss to his face before you got up to step out into the street. Bright light blinded you. Just as expected from Jötunheim, it was a calm day, with deceitful peace.

Secretly, you expected the Allfather to jump from cover any second. Or at least one of his many minions. Perhaps Heimdall. Thor seemed unlikely since he owed you now.

The sheer memory of that birth send crippling shivers down your spine. Pulling a face, you shook off that feeling of discomfort only to be struck by something else.

A sticky feeling covered your lower body. It did not drip down your legs, it was too dried out for that already.

"Perhaps it is time for a bath...", you muttered to yourself and looked around.

There was no barrel of anything large enough to hold water. A bucket, but that would not be enough to get yourself cleaned in a proper manner.

Your eyes jumped over your shoulder. Tyr did not seem like he was about to wake up any moment. Instead, he seemed so vast asleep that a thunderstorm wouldn't have been able to wake him.

On the other hand you found yourself dreading the thought to wander off alone just to find a place to clean yourself up. Yet again, you did feel dirty all over.

The night before it had been a good kind of feeling, Tyr's seeds stuck to your body, a sign of passion and the fact that he truly did feel like he wished to have you by his side.

But now it caused more discomfort and you wanted to wash it off.

Again, you looked at his sleeping face, so calm, as if there was no harm in all of the realms that could ruin the peace he had created for himself.

You couldn't bring yourself to wake him.

So instead, you turned to look down the road. Behind you was the path that led up to the mountain on which Odin had managed to deceive you. You did not desire to go up there one more time.

At least not by yourself.

Instead, you took the road that led deeper into the deserted village. Old barns passed by as you walked along a muddy road that was covered in rubble and ruins of your old civilisation.

It hurt to walk down this path with the knowledge that you probably were the only one of your kind to live on. The blood in Tyr's veins was of giant descendent as well, but it was stained by the Asgardians.

Even Thor was somewhat giant. But you were the only giant left. It hurt to know that. It made you feel lonely yet responsible for the future.

However, you did not feel like carrying on a bloodline just because.

A few moments of silent passed in which you kept your eyes down and just listened to the empty silence of Jötunheim.

Well, perhaps it couldn't be considered entirely silent. Birds chirped while the leaves of trees rustled with the wind.

You took a deep breath, closed your eyes and listened to your surroundings.

Everything was so calm yet alive. The wind gently crossed your body and made it grow goosebumps. It was pleasant, warm yet not sweaty. The air smelled so fresh and if you took a moment you believed that the mountains sand a soft song of desire.

Suddenly, you opened your eyes again. The sound of water stroked the back of your brain.

"Finally...", you muttered and decided to leave the road to walk between old, gnarly trees that carried thick, sun kissed fruits.

Thin layers of mist covered the colourful shells, caught the light and made everything shimmer as if it was touched by magic.

Tyr had raised a habit in you to walk with bare feet. It brought ones body closer to the earth and it's direct origin, at least that was what he always said when being asked.

At first you had struggled to adjust to that since there was loads or unpleasant things like rocks and sharp wood that dug into the soles of your feet.

But now, after many moons and the ways he had taught you to walk, it felt like you were walking on air. Or clouds.

Not that you ever managed to wander along the sky. Quite literally.

But if you could have done that, you imagined it to be quite similar to the things you felt with your feet.

Small plants stroked your ankles as you passed bushes that bloomed. It smelled sweet, of flowers and herbs. It was like heaven, or something very close to it.

And yet, something seemed to be missing.

Your feet stopped at the shore of a small pond. It's water was so clean that you could see every small fish slide through it, the green of underwater plants.

Lilies floated on the surface while the rays of light danced across the peddles.

"Heaven...", you whispered to yourself as you shed your clothes. "Without Tyr..."

How sweet it could have been if he would be with you.