In the Great Hall, there was a decent amount of new Gods all come to worship Odin and submit their loyalty. You walked up to one who looked just like Heimdall, your husband, and lightly put your hand on his shoulder.

“Darling, are-?” The God turned around and you realized it wasn’t Heimdall. Before you could apologize, you felt a protective arm around you as Heimdall glared at him.

“Did you need something from my love?” Heimdall asked, jealousy radiating off him as he held you tighter.