Nervous glances and fleeting eyes. That's all you gave him—while he only returned any looks that could only be described as piercing glares. Part of you wished he'd give you anything at all, while another part of you wanted nothing to do with him. If he didn't respect you, why shouldn't you return such a thing? It was only fair. Then again, he didn't care about fairness.

You were a guest of Odin's (for maybe a month now) and generally respected by those who inhabitated Asgard, and maybe Heimdall would've respected the same as them if you were like him. But you weren't an Aesir, and that was the difference. He didn't know what you were. Who could've? That's why Odin invited you anyway. For insight, maybe—or just he saw you as a potential weapon. Either way, you were valued, but part of you wished Heimdall would value you, too. You felt foolish.

You were left alone in Odin's study upon being given permission, flipping through pages in a book Odin had asked you to study. You heard the door open, glancing over your shoulder. Heimdall. How lovely. You just ignored him, looking back down at the page. You thought he'd just view you as more of a nuisance than he already did if you decided to say anything.