"It's not just the battlefield," Magnus says, easily. He brings his legs up onto the couch, curling up -- not defensively, just for coziness. "And technically, half go to Folkvanger^*. You just have to be engaged in some kind of... well. I guess battle." He laughs at himself. "Mallory, my friend? She was disarming a car bomb, though, and this one guy who came in the same day as me was trying to attack the water on a sinking ship with a fire extinguisher. Turns out the big thing is that it has to be an act of selfless heroism, so if you're trying to get in on purpose you probably won't. And you have to have something that is arguably a weapon in hand. Alex was extremely well-received in Valhalla. Protecting an old homeless guy who could see through the Glamour from evil wolves with just a clay-cutting wire." He smiles the way he always does when he's thinking about Alex. "But Alex also gave the guy something he could use to defend himself, too. So his could be a valiant death. The einherjar and thanes loved that."

He shakes his head, refocusing on Claudius. "Or -- wait. I bet you were wondering about me, huh? There was a fire giant situation. Surt, actually, if you've heard of him. We were trying to get the same sword that had been lost in the Charles River for centuries, and I was also trying to keep him from killing everyone else on the bridge." Technically, Magnus being there was his uncle's fault. Randolph did a lot of effed up things for reasons he thought were good. Magnus doesn't forgive him, but he does feel bad about the way he died.

*Twice in one week!