Miss you, Odie.
I'm going to have to delete this so the Mrs. doesn't see.
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.
Oh yes, I remember it like it was yesterday.
Come find me in the East Wing when you have a chance today. I've got something to tell you about Ragnarok.
Absolutely, Mimir. You are the trustiest talking head I have ever known.
Prepare to die, Odin.
Don't threaten me, you pea-brained canine.
I am so scared.
You should be.
Ragnarok is coming.
Lord Odin, I would like to offer my respectful thanks for allowing me to dwell in Valhalla.
You're very welcome, brave hero.
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!
Thank you. Until then, please make yourself at home in my hall.
Write me a poem, you poet.
Roses are red, violets are blue, Freyja's got a magic dress, how about you?
I was hoping for something a bit more, I don't know, poetic.
Hey, remember when you, me, and Vé created the world from the corpse of a giant? Good times.
Like it was yesterday.
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.
You know, Odin, you don't have to be so nice to the weird ones.