Heimdall had watched over Thor since his birth. In the first years, he saw only Odin's heir; a child like any other, who played and erred as children will.
Thor grew, and Heimdall saw a warrior, rash and reckless, tempered by the storms.
In the days after they fled, Heimdall saw neither child nor warrior in Thor, but a king indeed—
And in the nights, he saw a man, shoulders bowed, fists clenched.
Heimdall wearied of watching. He went to Thor, as he ought to have gone before, a man to another man.
And what he saw there was magnificent.