You walked through Midgard, the snow bunching at your ankles with each step you took. Eventually, You arrived at a tall tree, littered with stationary crows that sat along the spindling branches. One took flight and called to its fellows, They took flight and morphed to a great cloud, nosediving to the snow, They formed into..Odin.

“ Well. Look at you! Not dead. Let me get a look at you! “

Odin laughed,coming closer.

“ Well your not looking anything like Thor. That’s amazing. “