Lagertha's knee shifted up the bed a little under that drifting hand and there was no objection to it; this was not the first nor the last strange bed that she would manage into and Aithne wasn't the first woman she'd laid next to. She had practice keeping herself properly under furs.

Her blonde eyebrows pinched a little as she rolled all of that into her knowledge.

"I was not sure if his god was real. Are these the battles that Valhalla's warriors go into? Do we fight even here, for the survival of our way?"

They had been so badly beaten in Paris and not all wars were won; was that reflected up here in Asgard as well?