Imagine being the God of Desire, and getting caught by Heimdall attempting to sneak into Asgard.
So maybe you were a bit more curious than you should have been - but out of all the realms, Asgard sounded like the most fun. After all, any place that managed to build a hunky hunk like Thor was bound to have plenty of eyecandy. Right? What you hadn’t expected was the tall mug of hot chocolate that greeted you after you had managed to sneak through the bifrost. “You are intruding,” The golden-eyed God said, peering down on you. You seem to have caught him slightly offguard - not wearing the helmet and armor that the stories often depicted him in. No - he seemed - Relaxed. “Well hello sailor,” You said, your eyes flitting over him, the leather, the dreadlocks, the luminescence in his skin. “I can think of something I’d like for you to intrude.” He stared, unblinkingly at you. You let out a sigh. “Heimdall, right? Thor mighta mentioned me once or twice. My name and my game are the same, and it goes by Desire.” He finally seemed to show some recognition. But his facade was still so serious. Regardless - you could think of a couple of ways to get that stern look to break. “Ahh, your intruding comment makes sense now,” He said. You smirked up at him. “I mean, I’m thinking you could do more of a.... full scale invasion?”
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