"Paperwork," Heimdallr said. "I don't envy you that. Tried a few jobs over the years that required it, but book-smarts never was my thing." He may have had the title Wisest of the Gods, but forms and writing weren't something he enjoyed. He would much rather be out there walking his bifrost, using his long strengths of time to think. "I've ended up as a club bouncer. Sort of fitting, yes?"
"There's a few of them," Heimdallr recalled now. "I'm mostly keeping an eye on those that might cause trouble: Loki, his three children, the sun and moon chasers. But all in all I'd say there's almost twenty of us here, as least as far as I know."