You had been the AllFather's golden goose for many moons. For the most part you stayed in your own lane, only following the orders of the AllFather and staying a recluse outside of celebrations. The Odinsons all looked out for you, mostly out of obligation, but Heimdall had never bothered much with you outwardly. He was subtle in his ways. Scaring off your bullies, giving you the deserts he never finished. There was tension there, unspoken, untouched, and it had all come to a head last week. You were avoiding him now, not willing to face the awkwardness or spend anymore time up at night wondering what it all meant. Heimdall surely wasn't one to bed just anyone, and worse yet, you had a growing problem you weren't yet ready to face.