Magnus grins at him. "We do what it takes, right?" he says. He can't imagine fading away like some einherjar do after an indeterminate amount of time in Valhalla. There's still so much world out there. He can almost throw a pot without Alex laughing so hard he falls over, now. "I had a boat back home. I left it in my room the day that I arrived here. It was... bright yellow. Like garishly yellow. A real eyesore. Pissed off the vatnavaettir^* in Jorvik something awful."

*In Ship of the Dead, the vatnavaettir took the form of water horses. Violent water horses.