Lagertha rolled onto her side, bringing them closer and propping her head up in her hand with a cocky smirk. Perhaps Aithne had been half right; ending up in her bed, specifically with no memory of the fun that led there, was 'too much', else the woman would know how true that statement was. The smirk spoke for itself.

"Athlestan's God.. They attack Asgard?" It was spoken with disbelief because of course Odin and his forces would prevail.