Heimdall was selfish and arrogant, though he knew he had a reputation to uphold and that included keeping his spouse in good condition. Of course, there was the issue that you had been missing for the past few days. Heimdall and the Einherjar had eventually found torn scraps of your clothes by a cave entrance. When they traveled deeper, they’d found you. Curled in a lump next to a fire with a poorly bandaged bite from a Dodher Wyvern with streaks of lightning scarring up your spine.