From Vikings to Gods

"Thrya, Daughter of Thor, we accept you into Valhalla." The crowd cheered as I was accepted, this was what I was waiting for, this is what I was made for, this is who i was always meant to be.
A crash of thunder echoed through the walls of Valhalla and a man appeared in the doorway. His hair was the color of fire, and his beard was the color of blood. He had pale skin and a cloak was wrapped around him, in his hand was the mighty hammer, Mjölnir. He staggered into Valhalla and collapsed at my feet. I kneeled down and he took my hand and whispered, "My beautiful Thrya, my daughter...I'm so sorry. You are my heir, you will get everything I own, starting with Mjolnir." And with that his eyes shut and his lifeless body crashed to the floor.