Peace has finally come to Midas after taking care of Fletcher Kane and saving the old island. With a new island, he thinks it’s time for some reflection.

And he reflected, and he simply realized that his faith was waned, more so after his imprisonment from Hades, and read up on other Pagan religions; after all, now free and lost, what else but learn the past? He learned of the Prose Edda, and read up on the Norse mythos.

He felt a form of kinship to the God of Mischief, Loki. Yes, he would be the one to cause Ragnarök with his children, but he, at his core, is a scapegoat like Midas; Loki blamed and punished for Odin’s problems that Odin did, and Midas was wrongfully captured by Hades and cursed by Zeus. The Norse deities feel more human than his own Gods ever did, so Midas thought, “You know what? Fuck it, let’s be Norsemen!”

Since his religious awakening, he has become a mighty Jarl of the Serpent clan, isolating himself and his clan members on the Northern part of the island, and going mostly off the grid—emphasis on mostly, Midas still has some guns of his in his longhouse when he meets some more modern foes.

For this past winter, it has been peaceful, fishing for food, wrestling for games, drinking for Yule, and training for when the Sun Wheel turns to spring.

And now, Spring is slowly returning, with the snow slowly melting and the weather warming up, Midas needs to plan out some future raiding for when money and supplies go out of stock. After all, he doesn’t want his clan trying to feast on each other.

Midas sits in the longhouse, looking through the Island’s map and planning where to raid first, while absentmindedly feeding his cat Ragnarr some chicken.

He hears footsteps walk in, and he knows who it is, his trusted companion of his, of course. Midas doesn’t turn to look, only sitting up slightly at the sound.

“What is it? I’m busy at the moment, so unless if it’s important, I am not of use for conversation.” He says, his tone polite like usual as he continues looking over the map.