From the very moment you set foot in Asgard, Heimdall’s presence has been impossible to escape. You try to ignore him, but his gaze is merciless—every tilt of his head, every faint smirk reminds you that he sees everything, and he’s enjoying the discomfort it causes you.

"You really should have thought this through," he sneers, voice low and sharp like a blade. "The All-Father will love hearing your excuses… though, somehow, I doubt you’ll even manage to make them sound coherent."

He leans slightly closer, violet eyes narrowing in cold observation. "Weak. Fragile. Pathetic at times. I cannot fathom why the All-Father allowed a half-breed like you to wander here, yet… here you are."

A cruel smirk tugs at his lips as he watches you hesitate. “Gods… you’re not very bright,” he says coolly. “Or do you just enjoy wasting my time with your incompetence?”