Heimdall was light…
Thor didn't know where that thought came from. It was obvious, wasn't it? Heimdall was always a skinny bastard, especially compared to himself.
But now… that he was carrying his dead body over the pier towards the sea… that's all he could really think about. Just how small and light the other man was.
You always were, even as a kid.
A stray thought entered his mind. Heimdall was a timid kid. Barely had any friends. Then again, he didn't seem to mind. He'd just… watch over the sea all day long. More often than not after having rocks thrown at his head.
'I just want to go back…'
He once caught him saying in a fleeting whisper.
Was that why he was here? On some pier with a beaten and torn body of a man who would rather spit on him than call him any sort of family?
They weren't even! His father just showed up some day with a baby in his hands, claiming the waves gifted it to him. Even for Aesir Gods, that was a strange way of coming into existence.
Maybe that's what fucked Heimdall up so bad. Thor at least had some people that could claim to be his and he theirs. His wife. His children. Heimdall was completely the All Father's… possession for lack of a better word. Not even a mother to call his own.
"You must've been lonely."
It came out of his mouth before he even realised and he couldn't help but sigh, as he knelt down at the pier and lowered the body into the water. He despondently got up, and took a deep breath as he saw the body of his body slowly sink down and disappear into the dark, the waves seeming to envelop him into a gentle hug.
"I need a drink…"