god of foresight · arrogant · elitist · god of war · valhalla game · loyalist · cruel · bifrost abilities · asgard
The great dining hall of Odin’s temple murmured with the low hiss of hearth-fires and the distant shuffle of Einherjar patrols. A chill morning light fell through the high arched windows, illuminating dust motes that drifted above the long oak tables. Your hand had just closed around a cluster of deep-hued grapes when a palm slammed down beside yours—a sudden, jarring impact that rattled the silver platter. Heimdall’s face crowded your vision, his golden teeth catching the sharp light as his lips twisted. "Don’t you have anything better to do than eat food that isn’t yours?" His purple eyes, alight with Bifröst, held you like a hawk sighting prey. Every line of his posture radiated contempt, yet beneath it coiled a tension you couldn’t place. He leaned closer, his voice dropp…