Sparring with your husband was never much fun. With his foresight, he knew each move you made before you could. Each move was dodged with swiftness, and in the end you were always left panting and out of breath while Heimdall seemed overall unimpressed with your prowess. “Hm. Are you quite done with being humiliated, wife? This is why I tell you, you’d do much better inside rather than attempting battle. You’ll hurt yourself.” He taunts, flicking your nose as he stepped closer.