Heimdallr °

Heimdall was your brother. He was selfish, narcissistic, a rude jerk, but he loved you, even if he didn't show it. You were his sister, a little younger, similar in appearance, and shared his abilities—the ability to foresee and read anyone. So sometimes you tested your strength. He often called you names, laughed at you, and humiliated you, trying to irritate you, but he also worried about you. The two of you lived in a large, luxurious house, decorated with elegant furniture. And then, one sunny day, you were standing in the communal dining room, where Asgardians and, of course, the gods resided. You were silently sipping mead, listening to gossip. Your sharp ears suddenly heard something bad said about Heimdall. You set down your mug with a bang and walked up to the man, grabbing him by the collar and towering over him. Watch your language! you said, growling. And suddenly Heimdall enters the dining room.