About three hours had passed since Heisenberg saw Captain America off.
Heisenberg was lying quietly in his bedchamber, resting.
Because His Majesty especially loved the sun in the sky—so much that he could barely sleep unless sunlight was shining on his ass.
So, the architects of the divine palace had prepared an independently opened...
Ahem, an independent bedroom with a skylight bed.
And while Heisenberg rested, Heimdall, standing in the World Tree Hall, heard voices from Sif and Volstagg.
Those voices came from Vanaheim.
"Heimdall, open the gate, Heimdall! It's Sif! We captured a batch of prisoners in Vanaheim!"
Following Sif's voice, Heimdall looked toward Vanaheim, the ancient homeland of the gods.
Sure enough, Sif, dressed in a black skintight leather combat suit, was binding up a group of prisoners who had lost their will to fight alongside Volstagg, who wore a beach-style shirt and oversized shorts.
Seeing this, Heimdall drew Bifrost Steel and inserted it into the keyhole.
As he turned the divine sword, the Bifrost suddenly descended.
Amid the scattering rainbow light, Sif and the others returned to the land of Asgard.
Sif laughed heartily and greeted Heimdall.
"Hey, buddy. Long time no see."
"Long time no see."
Heimdall replied expressionlessly. Then he looked at Sif's skintight outfit and frowned.
"You... Sif, why did you change into something like this? This... isn't Asgardian at all. You look like... one of those seductive female agents from Midgard!"
"What are you talking about, Heimdall? This is fashion—the latest fashion, got it?"
Sif pursed her lips unhappily.
"I'll tell you a secret: I heard His Majesty likes this kind of outfit best. Of course, he likes battle skirts that show even more skin, like Diana's!
Didn't you notice that even Commander Hela changed into one of those sexy battle skirts like