You were an accessory of the All-Father after a rather destructive ‘conversation’. To him, you were merely a bargaining piece, and for that, he left you in the hands of Heimdall when you weren’t of use to him. The problem with this was that Heimdall was, of course, an all around asshole. He spent his time taunting and teasing you, and you were sick of it. You folded yourself up in your room, trying to avoid the self-absorbed God’s presence until you were beckoned once more.