#Can I have like a ten minute short about ‘A Day in the Life of Heimdall’ #and it’s just tranquil shots of Heimdall chillin’ on the Bifrost #in between lots of ass kicking #and single handedly fighting off like alien invasions trying to get past him #and then odin can roll up and be like ‘Hey heimdall anything interesting happen today?’ #and then in that really calm voice Heimdall’d just say ‘Not particularly my leige.’
A Day in the Life of Heimdall [background music: x]
The watch continues
day to night to day and I hardly notice.
(How can I notice when
there are two hundred and seventy five million stars being born
two hundred seventy five million stars dying each day,
some going out with a bang that rattles the very fabric of reality,
some slipping away like a dewdrop evaporating--
how can I notice?)
But my king and queen rise and my watch eases
(a small burden taken from my shoulders
but they have not bowed under the weight
I have sworn they never will)
and I smile as the golden rays of our own sun
soak into the golden realm that I protect.
There is no small bit of unrest
all across the realms, so many upheavals and yet
people are like ants to me (so very, very small)
and I cannot afford to pay them much attention
if only because I must seek out what is good for my kingdom.
For threats are innumerable.
With breakfast comes the need to unleash
the power of the bifrost itself on a race
that would dare to point a celestial cannon towards us.
By mid-day, I have personally left my post to take down
eight armed guards who trespass into Aesir lands
and threaten to bring war with them.
Lunch is served with a side of broken spaceship,
and another with tea if that were a custom here.
(As it is, the debris is quickly cleared by the guards,
and I am unhindered in resuming staring at the stars.)
It almost hurts to turn away the elf disguised as a child,
begging for a home as we once did
(if only I hadn't seen him hours earlier
plotting to kill the All-Father,
he may have garnered some sympathy)
but he's sent away just before sundown and I resume my watch.
Another star explodes in front of my eyes or perhaps behind it
and I smile
there will be a nebula left behind
and more stars will take its place, after all.
Odin comes to greet me
(it's been a longer day than usual
and it's past supper now
though my watch never ends)
and Huginn and Muninn land upon my shoulders.
"Any news?" he asks, imperial as always,
and I shake my head.
"No, my liege. All is well."
And it is.
Night falls,
and my king and queen head to rest.
My eyes close for just a moment
then glow golden
as I start my watch anew.
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