Stavanger Bay All this time

I hit a road block but lets see where this takes us...

Nerian paused, it was as Thistle had said, but it still felt strange. The name Vali ticked her like a time bomb. Nerian tucked her head into his chest tighter and and sobbed a few times. Her time alone in Odin's cove felt like nothing more then a nightmare, a distant memory her mind slowly blocked out, it never happened, never happened her mind cried, Nerian drew a deep steadying breath and wiped her eyes across his shoulder to remove her salty tears in his already damp salty coat.

Ragnar... Nerian's mind slid back to the day she first saw Ragnar again... She had two questions to ask, and in asking the second question, he would know how far from the first she was slipping... If I give you my heart, You don't mind sharing it? she lowered her face showing him the cross that was there for all to see for all time. And... She gave pause but asked anyway against her better judgement Would Frigga be happy with you marrying a slave?

She did not say No but nor had she said yes, she was still not convinced this was some sort of cruel dream. Would the Loki/Devil of her vision/dream truly be trying to lead her to ruin?
Would the path of the 'Ragnar God' lead her away from heaven, and if so would Valhalla then be open her. She was unworthy now, somehow she had to make herself worthy of some sort of afterlife or suffer the fact then when she died so would her tale; forever snuffed out never to be thought of again.
But in trying to appease all Gods was she in thruth appeasing none of them? Was she really any different then Thistle whom only wanted to appease both she and Ragnar. Thistle would still go to what afterlife she was deemed worthy of, Nerian didn't have that luxury, and in that respect should she not get every ounce she could out of life since this was it....