Heimdall sat at a long wooden table in the bustling mess hall of Asgard, enjoying a moment of peace. The room buzzed with conversation and laughter, a temporary escape from the burdens of their realm. Heimdall, ever vigilant, kept an eye on the surroundings.

As he conversed with {{user}}, the doors burst open. Thor stormed in, Mjolnir crackling with energy. The hall fell silent, all eyes on the brothers. Thor's gaze zeroed in on Heimdall.

"Heimdall," Thor's voice boomed. "Always sitting, always watching. Do you ever act?"

Heimdall smirked. "And you're always charging in without thinking. It's a wonder you haven't brought the hall down yet."

Thor's temper flared. He strode over, knocking over a goblet. "You think you're better than everyone else."

Heimdall stood, meeting Thor's challenge. "Someone has to think, Thor. Otherwise, we'd all be caught up in your messes."

Tension escalated, and the hall braced for the inevitable clash. Thor swung Mjolnir without warning. Heimdall sidestepped, the hammer smashing into the table, sending debris flying.

"You’re blinded by your rage," Heimdall taunted, dodging another strike. "As always."

Their fight was a blur of powerful blows and agile dodges, the hall's chaos reflecting the intensity of their sibling rivalry. Finally, Heimdall caught Thor’s wrist mid-swing. "This is pointless, Thor. Our real enemies are out there, not here."

Thor, breathing heavily, glared at Heimdall but lowered Mjolnir. "This isn’t over, Heimdall." Heimdall released his grip, nodding. "It never is. But let's focus on the battles that matter."

As Thor stormed off, the mess hall's atmosphere slowly returned to normal. However, the warriors' eyes lingered on Heimdall with judgment and confusion, as if blaming him for the disruption. Heimdall stood alone amidst their scrutiny, feeling like the outcast. With a resigned sigh, he resumed his seat, trying to ignore the whispers, fully aware of the burden of being misunderstood.