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Björn could not help but feel a small warming in his chest at what he assumed was Odinn’s approval for spreading the word of him and the other Norse Gods even if the Viking had been errantly vague about it. In truth, the details didn’t matter much it was the simple fact that Pump was listening and questioning that had seemed to please the Allfather. Björn was doing what Odinn had asked of him when he sent him away from the Cove, selecting him out of all the others despite that he had the helm of the Cove. It had been a terrible burden and a glorious purpose, all in one. “I suppose you could say we are keen on life after death,” Björn spoke in a soft, thoughtful tone, fixing her in his the icy depths of his irises. “There are many halls in Asgard - the home of our Gods - and when we die we all go to a Hall. Valhalla is the main hall, where most warriors and shield maidens aspire to go, where we train all day and die and at night we are reborn by the Allfather and feast and drink until the next morning. It is the highest glory to be chosen by Odinn to go to Valhalla for when Ragnarök comes we will stand beside him in battle.” Björn’s tone was overtaken with a deep reverence as he explained it to Pump, almost forgetting for a moment that she was even there.

“But our Gods are not immortal. They, too, will die in time. Their fates have already been decided.” Björn knew for a solid fact that when he fought beside the Allfather in Ragnarök he would witness the glorious King’s death at the jaws of Fenrir - a giant wolf (which was sort of ironic, really). It always felt prudent to inform those that did not know that his Gods were not immortal, as almost every other 'God' claimed to be. Somehow, to Björn that simply made him absolutely certain that they were real.