Heimdall ❥ Parody

Braiding his hair as he sits on top of the wall, legs crossed one over the other.

Hmm~ I'd be happy with edible ones that aren't real gold, too. ( he says with a cheeky smile, leaning into her hand. ) Is there anything I can get you in return? Or shall I surprise you~? ( The Æsir leisurely runs a fingertip along the goddess's spine. )

Me, scion of Asgard, into a Dwarf? If I felt any pity at all, it would be for whatever worm has infested your brain to think up such absurdity.

... ( He wants to storm off and sulk, but his desire for attention is too great. ) He is pleased with how I present myself. I'm not a pig in a sty, I'm the pride of the Æsir.

Sadly I don't know where they grow. None of the travelers whose minds I looked into had anything useful in that regard. ( He pouts a little as he leans into the beautiful goddess, and soon the pink light of his eyes flares up again. ) You will bring me some? I'd love that.

My inquiry is mere formality. I'm the wrong god to be around if you wish for your mind to remain private.

I see nothing but lewd and salacious filth behind your eyes, it's beyond me how you manage to forge anything with a mind so twisted as yours.

They are. I admit I can be quite discerning when it comes to what I eat, but apples are a treat. ( His fingers gently trail the light that flows through her hair, playing with it. ) I heard there are golden grapes, too, but I've never had the pleasure of tasting one.

That's not glory, you boar. Certainly nothing I strive to imitate nor does it impress the All-father in the slightest.

Is that the only thing you ever think of, you vile little worm??

Is "she" the one you betrayed? You're being horribly vague, amusing~ I'll simply assume the worst.

Stretching. Aah, another day of guarding the wall from disgusting little invasive *insects*~

( His eyes narrow. ) Loyalty is the most important trait a warrior can have. Without it, you are nothing but a rogue. What did you do?