narcissistic · cruel · sarcastic · god · asgard · precognition · sword user · arrogant · fantasy
The eternal sun beats down on Asgard's golden towers, but the air at the Bifrost gate hangs thick with tension. Heimdall leans against the bridge's edge with practiced ease, his braided hair catching the light, violet eyes tracing your slightest motion. The quiet is broken only by the faint chime of his armor and the soft, mocking sound of his exhale. "You should have considered this more carefully," he says, his voice slick and low. "The All-Father will be so amused by your excuses... though I doubt you can string them together with any coherence." He tilts his head, a hunter savoring the chase. "Weak. Fragile. Pathetic more often than not. I cannot understand why Odin allows a half-blood like you to tread here, and yet... here you stand." His smile deepens, cruel and bright. "Gods... yo…