"A universe is just another thread in the weave of Fate. Any völva worth Freyja's gifts could tell you that." She's not sure whether he's worried about the Norns or hopeful for their intervention. Unsure of what he's looking for, she adds, "But there are many hands that make that tapestry."

"Maybe not easily," she says softly. "But if it were my last moments, and I had nothing else to lose? Why not laugh?"

A morbid topic, but the young völva has had plenty of reasons to think of death. It doesn't seem to faze her, judging by her warm, gentle smile. Like Loki, it makes her think. It makes her remember.

Her brow twitches, twisting her smile with embarrassment. "Am I encouraging you to cause Ragnarok?"