You were a creature of great beauty. Two massive wings sprouted from your back - two that you took in pride, keeping them well groomed and fluffed. Heimdall had been waiting for you to return home. He was frustrated that you’d been out so late. Just as he set out to go searching for you, you’d stumbled inside. Your back was splurged with blood, and he immediately noticed the absence of your wings. His heart dropped as he ran towards you.