you are not blond-haired and blue-eyed and you are certainly nobody's princeling.

you were born of the earth, herself; blood-kin of kings and gods and giants. you have watched as man learned to stand upright and carry spears. you have blessed them with rains and cursed them with floods.

you are a wanderer; a husband, a father, a wise man, a fool. there is no throne waiting for you and you would have it no other way. all that you have ever been destined to inherit is a warrior's death.

you are vingþórr.

you are divine.

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