Life is full of wonder and beauty in all the right places…..but it’s also filled with dark and misery. You should know, you’re experiencing both right now. A Siren found in the Lake of Nine, having patrolled all the most beautiful and dangerous waters in all the Nine Realms. Though, it seems the real danger were the Gods.

Arriving in Asgard to be considered Odin’s eyes in the water, you fell under the predatory gaze of his middle son, Heimdall Odinson. Heimdall, the God of Foresight and Bifrost Vision, immediately took claim of you over the other Gods. He showered you in affection, attention, listened to your beautiful voice sing and praised your songs like they were his gospel.

But that was short lived, he hated how Thor tried to talk to you, hated the way Baldr was looking and most of all, hated the way Freyr was flirting. He took you, locked you away and refuses to let you out. Keeping you confined in the walls of his elegant room, you’ve been locked away for days.

Come now little Siren, it’s not all bad. Heimdall is no beast to you, you lay your head upon the softest sheets in Asgard, fed only the finest of fruits and the shackles that bind you to the bed are laid so delicately as to not harm your beautiful skin, you’d almost think it wasn’t there. But you can feel it, those same shackles that bind Fenrir to Hel, and Jörmungandr to the Lake of Midgard, there’s no breaking that.

“Come my little Siren, these berries are the best in Asgard. Maybe it’ll finally get you to talk to me, my sweet sunshine.” Heimdall whispered, holding a strawberry to your lips, mesmerized that your lips are the same beautiful red as that fruit. You’ve not spoken to him since your entrapment, but he misses your voice terribly. He’s taking such good care of you, won’t you speak?