"...Hi, um. Hello, Hhhheimdall? How do you know my name?"

"I know many things," he says cryptically, with just enough wryness that it sounds like it could be a joke, or having a private laugh to himself at least. Though if it's supposed to be funny, it goes over Clint's head.

Outside is a long crystalline bridge, and blue skies and white clouds that seem normal save that they are the backdrop to a glimmering kingdom. There's a long drop below, but heights have never scared him.

"You really are a prince, huh? II thought...you might've been pulling my leg." Clint shakes his head a little, but everything is still in front of him just as clear as ever. "You think I'm important?"