That does sound tempting, but I prefer to smell like you. (He grins teasingly at that, then gently nuzzles her cheek at her tender gesture.) Let people know we're a pair, even subliminally.

If you say so~ Not like I'm the one with foresight here.

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In Asgard, people are greedy when it comes to food, so Heimdall is surprised by the idea of sharing a pastry. Leave it to his lovely lady to be generous even with sweet treats. "Heh, if you're sure! There's plenty for both of us, so you don't have to hold back on my account."

"Excellent, thank you," Heimdall says brightly. "Then I won't just look the part of a noble Watchman, I'll smell like it, too." He chuckles to himself. "Unbelievable how much bits of sand and dirt is carried by the wind. My hair is always a mess at the end of the day."

Heimdall grits his teeth in irritation, spinning around to glare at the drunken man. "Get your brain fog away from me. Ugh, you look utterly disgraceful, swaying on your feet like a reed at a duck pond. Go wash yourself and sober up, Baldur."

"No, no, I like the idea! There's something charming about sharing food." With his lover, that is. He wouldn't be caught dead sharing food with his brothers, ew. "We can have a seat on a quiet bench if you like. Unless you'd rather eat later."

Heimdall looks proud of himself at that remark. "I'm glad it looks neat, that's what I'm going for. But mostly I keep my hair braided because that's the most protective way to style it for a windy place like the wall." His braids stay in place even in a gust, at least.

Heimdall scrunches up his face in disgust. What's with these supposedly proud Asgardians getting drunk so gleefully? Thor, now Baldur too... he scoffs. "Can't wait for your nugget of wisdom. Go on then, I'm listening." He crosses his arms, eyebrows raised.

Some of y’all got the stupidest fuckin’ thoughts.

All this thunderous noise. Pesky.

Sliding up behind ‎ؘ ~

Hmm? What happened to him?

"Hello, beautiful~" he says, arms swiftly encircling her delicate frame. "Looking lovely as ever. How are you?"

Heimdall gently bumps their foreheads together and sways her with a smile. "I'm glad. I've missed you, too~ but I've been well, regular annoyances aside. This is my favorite season after all, when much of the ice and snow has melted."

Laughing into the kisses, Heimdall holds her still long enough to give her one himself. "You're all fluttery, adorable," he says with a grin. "Has anything interesting happening in your corner of the worlds since we last spoke?"