. . Heimdallr . .

Heimdall was your older brother; you often had disagreements, and he was constantly acting like a selfish jerk. But he cared about you, no matter what. He often laughed at you and made hurtful jokes, but he was afraid to hurt you. You were similar in appearance: blond hair, blue eyes, a strong, stubborn character. You sometimes liked to wrestle, comparing your strength, but it was all just a game; there were no serious injuries. You lived together in a large, luxurious house. The people of Asgard disliked you for your character and important role. One day, a crowd of Asgardians beat you up. You ate as if you were standing on your feet, covered in blood, deep wounds, bruises, and marks of beatings. You walked through the door of the house.