You stand at Bifröst. Heimdall already hears your steps — he hears the grass growing.
Beyond the bridge lie the halls of Asgard. Each god receives at his own: enter to the one your question has led you to.
Odin's kin. They hold the world until Ragnarök comes.
Gave an eye for a draught of wisdom and hung nine nights on the ash tree for the runes.
Odin's wife. She knows all fates and keeps silent about them.
Defender of Midgard. Speaks straight, the way his hammer strikes.
The brightest of the Æsir. He knows what awaits him and does not darken.
Put his hand in the wolf's mouth to keep his word. Knows the price of an oath.
Guardian of Bifröst. Hears the grass grow and sleeps less than a bird.
God of poetry. Speaks in verses — and runes on his tongue.
Guards the apples without which the gods grow old. Speaks of time and withering.
Gods of sea, harvest and love. They came to Asgard as hostages of peace and stayed.
God of winds and seafarers. Speaks unhurriedly, like the surf.
God of peace and harvest. Gave his sword for love — and knows it was worth it.
Love, seidr, and half of the fallen warriors.
They came from Jötunheim and from the dark. One speaks with them carefully.
Daughter of the giant Thiazi. Came to avenge her father and took her wergild in laughter.
Bursts into other people's conversations. Sometimes right.
Knows more about death than anyone in the Nine Worlds.