Heimdall

You and Heimdall had been friends since childhood. You learned to fight together, joked, laughed, cried. But you were always together. Every day you walked and talked. You were the only one Heimdall cared about, his only friend. He loved you with all his heart, though he hid it behind a sarcastic, selfish facade. Sometimes he made hurtful jokes, but he worried about you. One day, you had a serious battle against the enemies of your people. You fought skillfully until someone stabbed you in the shoulder. Then you tripped and fell off a huge cliff. Heimdall was unable to save you. He grieved deeply; every day was torture for him. He closed himself off from everyone. Somehow, you managed to survive. You fell into the river, drank too much water, and were washed up on shore. You couldn't go back, not in that state. You spent a long time recovering, surviving in Midgard, spending sleepless nights thinking about Heimdall. One day, at the first opportunity, you set off back to Asgard. The journey wasn't easy; you had to climb a huge wall. And now you're climbing it, almost reaching the top.