How did you do it? You, a mere halfling, managed to get Heimdall wrapped around your finger. He’d never admit it, of course. He’s too proud. Yet he often finds himself at your beck and call when you show up in Asgard, day dreaming about you when you’re not there. About your soft skin, those enchanting eyes, how sweet your lips look, how good you’d look under……

“What is it now, sunshine?” He mumbled, not rudely, but he’s still trying to hide his feelings. He still thinks no one can tell.