Odin's Conversations
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Dad, remember that time you cut your side with your own spear and hung from Yggdrassil for nine nights just so you could learn the secret runes that only the dead know? SO HARDCORE.
Come find me in the East Wing when you have a chance today. I've got something to tell you about Ragnarok.
Ha ha.
Prepare to die, Odin.
I am so scared.
Ragnarok is coming.
Lord Odin, I would like to offer my respectful thanks for allowing me to dwell in Valhalla.
And I'd like to assure you that I don't mind fighting the final battle of Ragnarok for you. In fact, I'm looking forward to the day when we slain heroes stream forth from Valhalla's massive doors, eight hundred at a time, shoulder-to-shoulder, to stand behind you in battle!
Write me a poem, you poet.
Hey, remember when you, me, and Vé created the world from the corpse of a giant? Good times.
Bros for life.
So, Odin, I'm a warrior and I want to go to Valhalla. What do I need to do?
Hello, ambitious Middle-Earthling. In order to make it to Valhalla, you'll need to prove yourself in battle and die a hero. If you meet these requirements, one of my Valkyries may select you.
Yeah, hm. I guess I can maybe do that. Not sure if it's worth it, though.
Making it to Valhalla is the highest honor. The warriors become my adopted sons and will fight beside me at Ragnarok.
Uh, that doesn't sound so good. I thought I'd heard something about hot Valkyries serving the warriors beer and BBQ boar meat every night... What about that?
Listen up, you disrespectful little creep. I'm a Valkyrie and I'd NEVER pick you, let alone serve you dinner. Get lost.
I'm going to have to delete this so the Mrs. doesn't see.